#what do you MEAN he can bend all the way backwards???? hes just going red in the corner over there

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Bill's double jointed and VERY flexible btw

[these-lovely-monsters]

The Sweetest Nectar

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!mothman x f!reader

Content: aphrodisiac, oral (f!receiver), p in v, mating, claiming

A/N: In classic fashion, this started out as drabble and ended up being waaayyy longer than intended. Oops 🤷‍♀️

#19 Wings from @ozzgin’s Monstertober 2024 prompt list

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You've been working the graveyard shift at the mall for a few months now. Whenever you're on break, you like to go down to the park nearby and watch the moon and stars twinkling above. The vastness of it all is mesmerizing and you've always wondered what it's like up there in the sky. 

Tonight is no different as you huddle into your coat, trying to stay warm in the cool night air while munching on a sandwich. Just like every other night this week, you spot the pair of glowing red eyes watching you from the darkness of the trees. When you first saw them, you were terrified and your heart nearly stopped. You could just barely make out a massive figure hunched in the darkness and you knew, instinctually, it was a monster of some kind. 

But as you held your breath, waiting for the creature to attack, they never did. They just stayed there, watching from a distance. After a while, you figured they didn’t mean you any harm and decided to let them be. Just because they’re a monster doesn’t mean they’re dangerous. You’ve seen what true monsters look like and it has nothing to do with being inhuman. Soon, you grew to find their watchful presence comforting in the lonely nights.  

Tonight, you’re feeling particularly bold and decide that it’s time to say hi to your silent monster. Setting down your sandwich, you wave to the shadows and call out for them to join you. The bright crimson orbs blink for a moment and then disappear. You wait patiently until they reappear again a minute later.  

“You…want me to come closer?” A deep, hesitant voice emanates from the shadows. The sound is nothing like you’ve ever heard before. It’s inhuman and has a buzzing quality as if it’s coming from a broken stereo. 

“Yeah,” you say, patting the seat next to you. “Come sit with me.” 

The eyes blink again and you see the faint outline of its head cock to the side. Then, ever so slowly, the figure starts to creep forward, easing out of the shadows and into the bright moonlight. 

You gape in awe at the giant masculine creature that stands before you. He has a thick chest with a tapered waist and long spindly legs that bend backwards at the knees, much like a bird’s. He also appears to be covered in a sort of black fuzz that you instantly want to run your hands through. When he cocks his head to the side again, you notice two feather-like antennae bobbing above him.  

Mothman! You think, not entirely surprised that he’s actually real. Even though you’re not afraid of him, a thrill runs through you at being so close to such a legendary cryptid. He’s also so much more beautiful than you thought he would be based on all the depictions you’ve seen. 

When he just stands there staring at you, you hold out your hand, beckoning him closer. You hear a little intake of surprise come from him before he tentatively approaches the picnic table and sits down beside you. You watch in fascination as his wide mouth splits open to reveal several rows of razor sharp teeth in a terrifying smile. 

“So, how long have you been watching me?” You ask, smirking at the way his antennae flatten back on his head as he looks away. 

“A while…” He replies vaguely. 

You smile at his sheepishness. “Hmm, have you now?” He just jerks his shoulder in an awkward shrug, still unable to meet your gaze. Deciding to cut him some slack, you change the subject. “Hey, can you fly?” 

“Of course!” he exclaims, puffing up his chest.  

With a woosh, a pair of massive wings spread out wide behind him as he shows them off. You can’t help but marvel at the gorgeous patterns. There are two sets on each side, one higher than the other. Black and brown rippling lines cover the edges and each wing has an eye-like circle in the middle. When he flutters them, it appears as if the eyes are winking at you. 

You laugh at his antics as you reach out to trace a finger along one of his wings. “What’s it like to fly? To be up there in the sky?” 

He shudders at your touch, staring down at you with an intense look in his eyes. Realizing what you were doing, you quickly pull your hand back and he exhales softly. 

Shaking his head slightly as if remembering your question, he asks, “Would you like me to show you?” 

Gasping in excitement, you nod eagerly. Without hesitation, he scoops you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he tucks you into his body. Large, slender hands grip you tight, pinpricks of pain sending shivers down your spine as claw-tipped fingers dig into your skin. You cling to his neck and bury your face into his chest. He’s unbelievably soft and warm and you think you could probably stay here forever if he’d let you. 

“Hold on tight,” is all he says before he leaps into the air, pumping his wings with enormous force and lifting you both into the air. 

Within moments, you’re soaring high up in the sky, the wind whipping your hair as the town below you shrinks in the distance. Your shout of excitement gets lost in the roar of the wind and your cheeks burn from how wide you’re smiling. He looks down at you, a twinkle in his eyes as he soaks in your joy. 

You fly together for what feels like hours as you watch the land below whizzing by, the people and buildings like tiny figurines on a playset. Eventually, you start to shiver from the cold, your clothes growing damp from the moisture in the icy wind. He seems to notice and begins to veer off towards a nearby mountain. 

Wondering where he’s taking you, you hold on tightly and watch as he begins to descend to a small cabin nestled in the mountainside forest. When he lands, he sets you down gently on the porch and then takes your hand, leading you inside. It’s a warm, and cozy space, filled with old wooden furniture and mismatched decor. 

He sets about lighting a fire as you sit shivering on the couch. When the hearth is blazing, he grabs a blanket and places it next to you. Slowly, and with gentle hands, he begins removing your cold, wet clothes. He looks at you, pausing as if waiting for you to push him away. But you have no intention of stopping him, utterly bewitched by this terrifying yet sweet creature and desperately wanting to see what he’ll do. 

Once he has all your clothes off, he drapes the warm blanket over your shoulders. Then he carefully picks you up off the couch and lays you on the plush fur rug in front of the fire. When he leans back as if to move away, you grab his hand, pulling him down until he’s kneeling between your spread legs. 

For a moment, he just stares down at you, watching the firelight flicker across your naked skin. Red and yellow flames illuminate your curves in a mesmerizing dance.  

“Are you sure you want this, little flower?” he asks in a voice that sounds strained. 

“Yes,” you whisper on a breathy moan, “I want you.” And it’s true. From the moment you saw him, you were intrigued. And now your body is buzzing from the thrill of flying, needing an outlet for all that excited energy. 

When he takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly, you gape at him as two long appendages gradually extend from the depths of the fuzz at his hips. They reach out and brush against your inner thighs and your legs twitch at the sensation. They’re covered in soft hairs and it tickles as they swirl around your skin. 

Soon, a tingling sensation spreads along your legs and then the rest of your body, making your muscles relax as warmth spreads through you. The room begins to swim around you and you grab hold of his arm to keep from floating away. The warmth of his body and the softness of his fuzz is like an anchor in the fog. At the sight of Mothman looming over you with lust filling his eyes, your pussy tightens in need and you groan, squirming on the blanket beneath him. 

His mouth opens on a pant as his chest rises and falls rapidly. As the two appendages at his hips begin to retreat into his body, a long, straw-like tongue unfurls from his parted lips and he bends down to drink up the sweat gathering at the hollow of your neck. A groan escapes him and he quickly shuffles downward, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide for his shoulders to fit between your legs.  

Without hesitation his tongue dips into your dripping core, sucking up your juices greedily. “Mmmh,” he growls in that buzzing voice, “you taste like the sweetest nectar.”  

You moan at the vibrations that ripple from his tongue against your entrance. He traces it upwards and begins to twirl the narrow tip around your clit, making you writhe at the intense, concentrated stimulation. The tip flicks at the sensitive bud, pressing and swirling around it with unerring precision. The zaps of pleasure mix with the weightless feeling of your body in a heady cocktail. 

After a few moments of teasing your clit, he moves his slender tongue back inside your pussy, plunging deeper this time until it flicks against your g-spot. You gasp and jerk at the foreign sensation. His tongue isn’t nearly girthy enough to give you the fullness you so desperately crave but the feeling of the probing, sucking tip curling around your inner walls is just as erotic. 

Soon, he moves back to your clit, repeating his earlier ministrations before returning to your pussy once more. He does this over and over, spending just enough time at each spot to bring you close to the brink before he switches back again. Before long you’re completely wound up, gasping and desperate to come. 

Between the warmth of the fire, the tingling along your skin, and his torture on your clit and g-spot, your body feels like a tightly wound coil, ready to explode. When he reaches up to pinch a nipple between two sharp claws, you do just that. Your back arches off the floor as your orgasm crashes into you and you cry out in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure wash over you as he draws the orgasm out as long as he can until you eventually slump to the floor, twitching with aftershocks. 

As you start to come back down, he slows his movements, gently lapping up the wetness that’s coursing down your thighs.  

“Mmm,” he hums against your sensitive core. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of your sweet nectar”. 

Before you’ve fully caught your breath, he’s climbing back over you, nipping and sucking at your stomach, chest, and neck as if wanting to taste your pleasure everywhere. You moan at the sensations on your hot and overstimulated skin. When he leans back to sit on his heels, you gasp at the sight before you. 

Where there was once just fuzz, a massive length protrudes from his groin. It’s sort of like a cock but nothing like a human’s or anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s long and girthy and the shape is gnarled with bumps and whorls along its surface, almost like a dark gray tree branch. Your core clenches in desire as you watch his slender black fingers wrap around the length, stroking up and down a few times until a bead of sap-like precum wells up from a slit in the tip. 

With one hand, he holds your hip steady while the other guides his glistening tip to your entrance. Locking his bright ruby eyes with yours, he slowly pushes inside you, letting you feel every ridge and bump of his unusual cock slide along your walls. His lust-filled groan joins yours as you grip the furs above your head, gasping for air at the feeling of your walls being stretched impossibly wide. 

When he’s fully seated he pauses, letting you both catch your breaths for a moment. He places both forearms on either side of your head and leans down to press his forehead against yours, his warm exhales ghosting against your face.  

“So fucking tight,” he grits out, the strain of holding back evident in his voice. 

When your body begins to adjust to his size, your muscles relax and your pussy begins fluttering around him, clenching in need. 

He snarls at the sensation and quickly pulls out almost to the tip, then slams back in again in one swift motion. Your cries of pleasure echo against the walls as he begins to fuck you roughly into the rug, setting a brutal pace. With every thrust the gnarled bumps on his cock drag against your walls and your eyes roll back in your head. 

The wet sounds of your bodies colliding fill the small space as he takes what he wants from you. Each thrust is so forceful that your body begins to slide up the rug. He sits back on his heels again, lifting your hips up to wrap your legs around his waist. Digging his sharp claws into your ass, he uses the leverage to bury himself even deeper than before. 

With the new angle, his cock hits your g-spot perfectly on every thrust and your cries turn into sobs at the overwhelming bliss and you squeeze your eyes shut. Between the bolts of electricity shooting up your spine and the pricks of pain from his claws buried in your skin, you hurtle towards your orgasm.  

Feeling your walls beginning to clamp down, he snarls, “Look at me.” Your eyes flutter open and he pins you with his gaze. “There you are. Such a pretty petal.” 

At his words the dam bursts and you careen over the edge, your screams filling the room as you take him with you. He roars in pleasure and his hips begin to stutter. Your walls ripple, milking him as his hot cum spurts inside you, filling you up until it seeps out around his throbbing cock. Your orgasms drag on for what feels like forever and you get lost in the intoxicating haze of ecstasy. 

When you finally drift back down from your high, he slumps down on top of you, draping his large form over you but taking care not to crush you with his weight. After several moments of contented silence, you almost drift off to sleep from the warmth of his body and the crackling fire. But you’re roused from your half-conscious state when he sits up and gathers you in his arms, tucking you into his lap as he leans back against the foot of the couch. 

With a rustle, his wings unfurl from his back and drape around you, cocooning you in a soft embrace as a plume of powder puffs into the air. You watch as it drifts in the firelight and settles on your skin.  

Running your finger through the powder coating your arm, you turn to look at him in curiosity. “What is this?” 

Sheepishly he replies, “It’s a…mating dust.” He drops your gaze as he looks into the fire. “For creatures like me, wings are very sensitive and intimate and we only allow mates to touch them. The dust is a way of marking you so that others know who you belong to…” 

Mating dust? 

You should balk at the idea of being marked like that but you can’t seem to bring yourself to be annoyed. In fact, you kind of like the idea of belonging to someone. You took comfort in his watchful presence all those lonely nights in the dark. His soft and gentle caresses. The way he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. The way he fucked you with a wild and desperate need… 

At your silence, his antennae flatten along his head again and he tenses. “I’m sorry, I should have asked but I couldn’t help it—” 

“Don’t be.” You say, placing a hand on his chest as you nuzzle into his warmth. “I just wish I had dust of my own to give you.” 

He relaxes and you look up at him, your heart warming at the grin that spreads wide across his face and the way his antennae flutter in delight. 

“Don’t worry. You’ve given me something far more precious.”  

Pink stains your cheeks as you smile, his words sending a flutter through your stomach. Resting your head against him, you listen to the steady beat of his heart, marveling at this beautiful creature holding you in his arms. Soon, the slow rise and fall of his chest begins to lull you into sleep.  

When a big yawn splits your face, he strokes a hand down your back and whispers in your ear, “Rest now, my sweet blossom.” 

With that, you drift off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of soaring wings and scarlet eyes. 

Tip Jar :)

[sulfursmells]

Gas Leak

(Can someone tell me if I uploaded this one before, cause if yes then I guess it was deleted)

You arrived at the supermarket to just find a few things, eggs milk etc. what you didn’t expect was to see a six foot hunk right at the top of the aisle you had to go down. You can’t help, but try to look at anything else so he doesn’t see you checking him out. Taking quick glances at him then farting your eyes else where to try and hide your interest. You then bend down to reach something at the bottom shelve squatting in the aisle. As you search through all the items you notice the guy is practically behind you, the back of your head on lvl so the his ass. You turn your head to get a glimpse, as he moves backwards putting your face right between his cheeks.

The dude grunts as you are hit with a horrid smell and start to cough. “Woah sorry dude, just wanted to play a joke didn’t mean to give you a face full,but hey you make a good seat and muffle.” He said with your still between in the middle of the aisle. After releasing another more potent fart he finally got off. “Smell you later” is all he said as he walked away down the aisle. You keep coughing trying to come back from the horrible experience and continue your shopping. You enter the next aisle of and are immediately hit by the same smell again causing another coughing fit. You try to escape by going to the next aisle then the next aisle and then the next aisle again the same thing happening each time. Your eyes watering and struggling to breathe you grab your last item and book it to self checkout. As you’re waiting, the air begins to get easier to breathe and your eyes stop watering. You take a deep breath in as the same dude from before slowly walks past you leaving in his wake a silent but deadly that has everyone behind him coughing and gagging from the smell. Your red itching eyes locked onto him as he walks to the front scanning and paying for his items. He then makes eye contact with you walking towards you. “You seem to be fairings better than most here’s my number for when you really want to see what I can do. By the way the names Dustin.” After handing you a note with his number he walks to the front of the store stretching and letting rip one very audible blast before walking out of your sight. You ponder wondering what if this was just child’s play for him. Scared to think what he could do if he really tried to gas someone. “Maybe that someone will be me.”

[mustainegf]

Hi Elena poo my beloved 👅👅👅I have a yummy request for youuuu

Current! James (who has like I DONT WANT TO SAY TROUBLE BUT…. A difficult time getting it up all the way) is in a relationship with younger!reader (not that big of an age gap.) and the first time they do it together James realizes that he’s like OVERLY hard like really hard and since he hasn’t been like really hard since he was in his 40s-early 50s and so he gets really overstimulated when he’s like doing the deed with the reader and he gets embarrassed but like it’s okay❤️

Thank.

HI VONNIIEEEE!!!!!

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ²⁰²⁴

I ran my hand up the very distinct bulge in James black jeans, feeling it throb from below the denim.

"Someone's real excited..." I tease giving his clothes member a playful squeeze.

"Shockingly."" he winced softly, groaning at the hardness.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I smirk at him, feigning offence.

"No,no... not like that... I mean uh— let's just say my age has restricted, um... my performance.." he stammers, going a deep red.

His age isn't something he hides, nor am I naive enough to think he wouldn't talk about it. Just hearing the thought of an older man still having sexual desires makes me wetter than ever.

"Clearly not this time around... you've got me so fuckin' hard baby..."

I run my hand over the crotch, cupping his length under his belt. My hand slides down his fly, slipping underneath.

My fingers slide through his pubes, and I start to pull on them, moving lower until I reach the top of his cock. I move it left then right, slowly sliding it back and forth along his shaft.

I can feel every inch covered with tight denim, how large it must be beneath there. My pinky moves onto the tip of his head, circling it. He lets out another moan as my finger traces around his sensitive spot.

I then grab the base of his cock, gently pulling it free from his jeans. He gasps, his eyes widening when my hand wraps around his exposed member.

It feels even larger now than before. "Holy shit.." I mutter to myself as I begin to slowly stroke him. I feel my pussy get even wetter at the sight of his throbbing cock.

His moans become louder as I pump faster and harder. He grunts as I squeeze his balls, massaging them tightly while I jerk him off. "Ohh... that's so fucking good baby," he coos breathlessly.

"Shit... I haven't been this hard in years...' he groaned out, tipping his head back.

"Yeah? You that desperate for me?" I coo, tracing the vein on his underside before pillow back, teasing and tugging down my lace panties.

I place my palm between his thighs and push him backwards, guiding him to sit on his bed. I straddle him, resting my hips on his legs.

His thickening dick pokes into my clit as I grind against it, rubbing my swollen lips across its girth.

"Fuck… That's what I need.." I murmur lustfully, bending forward to press my lips against his.

James twitches at the sensation on his tip. "Ah-fuck! Oh God..." he whined, clearly overstimulated, he hasn't been this hard in a while.

James grips the sheets with one hand while grabbing my waist with the other. He pulls me close, kissing me as we both moan loudly into each other's mouths.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling my hips back as I guide his cock head towards my entrance. Slowly I insert myself onto him, taking in his thickness bit by bit.

"Oh god yes," James sighs with pleasure, digging his fingernails into my ass. I cry out in ecstasy as I take all of him inside of me, feeling my insides stretch around his impressive girth.

"Ah! Ahh... f-fuck... it's so.. sensitive," James whines, his member must be throbbing with being this hard.

With a loud yelp I pull away from him, arching my back slightly as I rub his wet cockhead. It still pokes up proudly, throbbing as I slide it side to side.

I'm playing with the head, making sure to hit every ridge and edge. Each time he moans or cries out my heart skips a beat, getting me even more turned on than I already was. I smile down at him.

"Mmm you're right... you're really hard." I ogle at how stiff he is, a sight I'm seeing for the first time.

James whimpers as I slowly sink back down onto him. This time I go slow, taking long and steady strokes.

As I rock back and forth, James moans softly, crying out as I squeeze my inner walls around him. "Ohhhh baby! "He felt way bigger inside of me this time around. I've never felt him this hard before, and it was stretching me in ways I could hardly fathom.

I moan at the sweet feeling, smiling as I bounce up and down on his shaft, knowing how big it is despite not being able to see. James pants heavily, trying desperately not to cum too soon.

I could tell he wasn't used to feeling like this either; his muscles were tensed and he was a whimpering mess.

The sound of my wetness smacking against his groin was driving us crazy. With a heavy breath, I slam myself down onto his length, burying him deep.

James gasps out sharply, throwing his head back. His whole body jerks as his balls tighten and he shoots rope after rope of thick, white cum deep into my womb.

He yelps as he feels me cumming around him, the heat of my juices seeping outwards. We hold each other as we come down from our orgasmic high.

Our breathing is heavy and shallow, chests rising and falling rapidly. "I.. fuck... haven't been that hard since... fuck I don't know when..." he heaved.

I stare at his face, blushing profusely at how red it had gotten during his climax. James chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at himself.

James gently reaches for the base of his cock, carefully slipping it out as I immediately began oozing with cum. "That's it... look at that..." James groaned.

James grabbed his still throbbing cock and gave it a few more pumps, milking the rest of his cum from it. "Well look at that," he said, staring at the amount of cum he had produced.

A stream ran down his shaft and landed on his stomach, followed by another two drops which fell on his thigh. James moved closer to me, pressing his lips against mine.

I smile, gazing down at the huge load of sperm he had shot inside of me. He brought his fingers up to my mouth, placing them there for me to taste. My eyes widened as I tasted his potent seed.

It was warm and salty, lingering on my tongue for a moment before disappearing down my throat.

James smiled widely as he watched me swallow every drop.

“Fuck… the things you do to me…”

[reflingthefox]

When Tango notices it, lying down maybe a dozen blocks away from the Factory's entrance, he jumps so high he hits his head into the upper blocks.

He lands butt flat on the floor, dull ache in more than one part of his body now. Gasps for air; fear slowly receding in his lungs is replaced by disbelief. Tango scrambles back to his feet, whips a torch out of his inventory and steps closer to look.

The snail shell, highlighted by the flickers of fire, is still there.

Unmoving.

Tango chokes down a distressed sound and makes one step closer, looking the shell over. He can clearly see the red-and-black patterning on the shell, the leather accessory that imitates his vest pockets. It's gotta be the same one, from the Life server, or a very good replica.

Is this some sort of a prank? Why now? ...Why him? Tango notices the first wisps of anger settling inside him, his breathing starting to taste like smoke. You don't prank people with something that chased them to death so many times, that's evil and traumatic and -

The shell moves.

Tango screams and attempts to flee, tripping over his tail and falling face first in barely ten steps.

He pushes himself on his back, gasping every tick, and watches as the snail emerges, plopping out a first long, redstone-torch eyestalk, then another. Mind going blank from fear, Tango tries to crawl backwards, make some distance or -

He expects the directed movement, the jump, but the snail doesn't seem to pay attention to him. It stretches out its body, waves its eyes around a bit, and starts making its way towards the Factory wall. Oh - oh, maybe it's gonna eat the walls, Tango's brain supplies. That's kinda - normal? Considering that's what snails do. And what Tango did in that Life game, too.

He lets out a shaky laugh, and tries to reach for the comm. It's unlikely that anyone else is awake and free, it's kinda night o'clock outside, but - what if. His hands are shaking so much he almost drops the comm; Tango steadies them, and types in chat, watching the foul beast crawl all over his wall.

[Tango:] Question to all Lifers: does anyone hve a snail around?

The creature seems to decide vertical surfaces are overrated, and crawls back down, settling on a patch of grass and munching on it. The comm beeps, and Tango jolts with a squeak again, dropping it this time.

[GoodTimeWithScar:] what do you mean a snail

[GoodTimeWithScar:] OH MY GOD A SNAIL

Not to say that someone else's misery makes Tango feel better, but - It does. It honestly does.

Then, the snail makes an eye contact with him.

Tango tries to get moving, scramble away, as it starts moving towards him. Eerily silent, too - no weird vocalizations it had back then, no heralding its approach. Another push of his limbs fails, he freezes, as if paralyzed, terror pounding in his skull, and the murder snail closes the distance.

Nothing bad can happen to him, right, Tango tries to frantically reassure himself. It's Hermitcraft. He just respawns, and everything will be fine. Right?

The snail approaches his outstretched leg - Tango tries to pull it closer to himself, but fails - raises its head, waving it around unsure for a couple seconds, and nuzzles his boot.

Tango stills his breath, waiting for a flash and a yank of respawn.

Nothing happens.

The snail pulls its face over his boot, nipping at the shoelaces and wiggling its eyestalks. Tango forces himself to start moving - after several long unsuccessful attempts, he manages to bend enough to sit up, raise his stiff paralyzed arm, and touch the snail's face.

It contracts on itself, eyestalks retracting into the face, but nothing else happens.

No murder.

Relief washes over him so fast that Tango simply flops on the ground, an approximation of unstuffed plush toy. His heart still pounding in his head, mouth feeling like ashes - he takes a breath, and another, and lets out a long, tired groan, closing his eyes.

He still feels the snail crawling further up his leg, very interested in that part of his pants where he knows the biggest redstone stain sits, - and he can't hold a gaspy, shrieky laughter.

Cute snail. Cute little hungering beast.

That's a change of plans for tomorrow, though - he gotta go murder Grian.

[harrywavycurly]

I’ve been contemplating serial killer!Eddie. I love him soooo much (even tho he be a murder bby) and would most likely fall for whatever he says cuz I be naive, don’t get me wrong, but I just can’t imagine being completely blind to what he’s up to. Like…I don’t mean knowing exactly what he’s doing, but there’s gotta be some little tells that just makes you go “hm…that’s weird” or “that doesn’t add up, did he just lie?”. And maybe sometimes instead of shrugging it off, those little worries just nag too much in the back of your head that you feel you need to have a talk with Eddie. I mean, the kind of conversation where you come home early, probably a bit unannounced (you usually give him a call when you’re about to clock off work) —maybe even when he has a victim guest over, yikes—and just worried out of your mind because these feelings have really been bothering you for a while. They keep you up at night wondering what Eddie is doing…is he seeing someone else? Are drugs or other illegal things involved(😏 there is but ya don’t know that)? Why has he been so secretive lately?

And could you just…imagine Eddie actually comforting you. He feels bad that you’re actually upset so he starts saying all the right things you need to hear and doing all the right things you need him to do (while his guest is just chilling out, mind you). Just trying to make things right because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to be upset (but especially doesn’t want to expose you to what he’s really been up to—he knows that would be “the end” to the relationship and that would kill him). What would an actual argument be like with serial killer!Eddie? Normally, I’d say pretty terrifying cuz serial killer + anger = not too good ending, right? But, would it be different since it’s Eddie?

Hiii babes!! I hope you like this, but remember it’s an argument so it’s not super fluffy🥺💖

-find all things Serial Killer Eddie here✨

TW: Yelling, mentions of blood and Eddie is a serial killer

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*You finally ask Eddie the question you’ve been dreading*

You feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest as you hear the front door open and close letting you know Eddie is home. Eddie smiles as he walks into the house and sees you sitting on the couch in the living room, he drops his keys on the table by the front door and hangs his jacket up on the coatrack. You stand up so you can turn and face him and the look you give him makes the smile instantly drop from his face.

“What’s wrong baby?” Eddie feels his heart sink to his stomach as the possibility that you found out his dark secret begins to creep into his mind. You take a step closer to him and his eyes go wide as he sees a shirt in your hands, a very specific shirt he was wearing while doing not so nice things to a man named Jeffery about a few days ago.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” Eddie wants to let out a sigh of relief but he knows better so he just takes a small step towards you with his hands reaching out for you. “And please don’t fucking lie to me Edward.” It’s the way you say his name with almost a hint of hatred that makes his heart want to break.

“I’m not cheating on you sweetheart.” You just shake your head as you toss the shirt at him making it land at his feet.

“Then explain why there’s a mysterious red stain on the collar of your shirt that looks an awful lot like a tacky shade of red lipstick.” Eddie bends down and grabs the shirt so he can look at the collar and when he sees the few smeared drops of red he can’t help but roll his eyes because how the hell did blood manage to get on his collar he could’ve sworn he was careful. “Don’t roll your eyes at me like I’m crazy.” Your voice is dripping with hurt making Eddie instantly regret his actions.

“It’s just blood baby.” You take a step backwards when Eddie takes a step towards you with the shirt still in his hand. “I swear I’m not cheating on you.” Eddie hears you sniffle letting him know you’re close to crying so he takes a few more steps and grabs your arms before you can move further away from him.

“It’s just blood? How did blood get on the collar of your shirt Eddie? Please explain that to me.” You pull your arms out of Eddie’s hold and cross them over your chest as he lets out a sigh and runs a hand over his face.

“I work at a plant baby and things happen, I must’ve cut myself or something.” Eddie knows by the way you roll your eyes that you’re not buying his excuse. “It’s not lipstick.” He snaps making you jump a bit since it’s very rare Eddie ever speaks to you in a harsh tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” You turn and head into the kitchen making him take a few calming breaths before he rushes after you.

“I’d know if you cut yourself.” You begin washing the dishes in the sink as a way to busy your mind and keep yourself from crying. “Just tell me the truth Eddie.” He watches you grip the edge of the sink as your shoulders drop. Eddie slowly crossed the length of the kitchen so he’s standing right behind you.

“I’m not cheating on you Princess.” Eddie reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder so he can turn you around so you’re facing him. “It’s just blood.” Eddie feels his heart drop when he sees a few tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t know how it got there but I swear that’s all it is.” He explains as he reaches up with both hands to cup your face so he can wipe away the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. “I love you so much.” You reach up and place your hands over his that are still on your face.

“I love you too.” Your voice is low as Eddie leans down and places a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” Eddie just shakes his head as you look down at your feet now embarrassed that you even accused him of doing anything bad in the first place.

“Don’t do that.” Eddie drops his hands from your face so he can place them on your shoulders as he bends down so you’re now looking him right in the eyes. “You had every reason to be upset okay? I’m the one who’s sorry I should’ve explained the stain to you the moment I got home and needed it cleaned.” You let out a sniffle as you rest your head on Eddie’s chest making him wrap his arms around you.

“I love you.” Eddie smiles at you when he looks down and sees you looking up at him.

“I love you too baby.” He responds before placing a kiss to your lips. Eddie feels the guilt begin to sink in as you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to pull him closer to you, he tries to shake it off as he gives you a squeeze and places a kiss to the top of your head. He knows one day you’re going to accuse him of doing something horrible and he’s not going to be able to lie his way out of it because it’s actually going to be the truth.

[starrywooyo]

treasure: seven.

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] poison, blood, knifes/daggers, guns, stitches, stabbing,kissing + implied smut

notes: ooooh!! again finally an update!! i tried to make it longer this time so i hope you enjoy and i'm sorry to say that next chapter will also be the last chapter 😭 dw though!! there's still things in the works for this book 👀👀

word count: 5.1K

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previously:

You sit yourself in the quiet and peaceful for a bit looking up at the stars.. Occasionally looking at the darkness of the ocean below from your viewpoint.  

You hear the crunching of the ground in the distance

“Sorry I kept you y/n.. I’m back” he says and sits beside you again.

…

Meanwhile back in camp dinner is ready, seonghwa tells wooyoung to go get both you and yunho so he goes to yunho's tent.. He's not there and he visits yours. You of course are also not there.. hmm

He returns to where everyone is sat around a mini fire and explains to seonghwa 

“Hwa.. yun and y/n.. they're not here” he tells the elder.

Seonghwa with a slight frown begins “what do you mean they're not-” 

Before he can even finish that sentence, Yunho's bursting through the clearing, panting heavily. He's covered in muck and is bleeding from his forehead 

“He got her.. Ha.. he got her” he says between pants trying to catch his breath.

“Who?”

He looks hongjoong right in the eye

He takes a shaky breath 

“The other me”

… 

“Sorry I kept you y/n.. I’m back” he says and sits beside you again.

“Took you long enough” you laugh and turn to look at him

Yunho’s already looking at you. there’s something strange about him, he drapes the blanket over your shoulders and you pull it tighter to yourself, thanking him. 

You sort of glance at his hands and you notice his knuckles are kinda busted and bloody..

You ask him about it to which he brushes it off as ‘nothing to worry about’ that should’ve been your first red flag..

Brushing it off though you take the telescope looking through it looking at the stars

“Hey yun.. What's that star there??” you ask

“Hmm? Let me see” and he takes the telescope from you

“A-aah that one? Hmm, isn't that the north star?” he says only you know that's not the star at all.. Alarm bells go off in your head as you quickly stand

“Shouldn't we be getting back? I-i'm sure Hwa’s finished making the supper” yunho stands as you say this, your nerves clearly showing

“What? But y/n.. Don’t you wanna watch the stars with me?” he asks but when you only continue to walk backwards he sighs and bends down picking up his hat? And placing it on

“You.. you’re not yunho” you speak.

“But I am,” he replies, walking closer to you. You shake your head in disapproval.

“Not my Yunho” your back hits a tree behind you.

He laughs, finally reaching you, placing his hand next to your head on the tree.

“We'll, aren't you a smart one? Hmm?” He smiles sickly. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.. The poison might though” he says. And before you know it he’s stabbing your side with a small blade, your hands fly to your side, blood staining everything. “W-why?” your voice is small, you suddenly feel dizzy, your head falling into his chest, before your legs are giving way and you fall to the ground and the last thing you see before your vision going black is him towering over you, a smile on his face.  

… 

“AND YOU LEFT HER ALONE!!??” 

“Joong.. Don't shout at him..” seonghwa tries to calm him down

“Do you think for a moment that if I knew they were here too that I'd leave her by herself!!?? I didn't know hongjoong!!'' Yunho tries to also calm the captain down yet at the same time argues back..

sprinting to the cliff area where they hope you're still there.. But they're not so lucky once they come to the clearing at the cliff. 

Suddenly the peacefulness of the overlook is shattered with yells of your name. Each pirate screaming your name hoping for an answer or something, anything to know you're okay. 

Luck again isn't so lucky… 

There's a gasp..

“Captain!!” 

Everyone turns to face wooyoung and their hearts drop, he stands there holding a dagger with blood staining the blade.. It's fresh. 

“Fuck”

…

Slowly your eyes blink open.. You hiss due to the sudden light, you try to sit up but the sharp pain in your side stops you from doing so, your hands shooting to hold the area.

There's a chuckle.

“Careful there.. Don't sit up yet stupid, you got a nasty stab wound ‘ere plus i doubt the poisoning is any better” you hear the faint scratching of quill on parchment 

Your eyes drift around the room until they land on the familiar figure sitting on the seat just a little ways from the bed you lay on.

 “H-hongjoong?” you ask

He chuckles again and looks up from what he’s doing.

“Yes, precious? How’re you feelin? D’you need me to go get San, actually i will, he should give you a once over just to be sure” he says standing from his chair. Stretching his limbs with a pop. beginning to make his way to the door.

Slowly your memories of the pas incident come back to you all at once

“Y-yunho.. He stabbed me..” you say in disbelief. 

He stops.

“Yeah, he did precious” he looks at you “i’ll explain it to you once san checks over you.. You've been knocked out for 3 days” he says whilst also telling you he'll be back soon. 

 San checks over you whist hongjoong observes quietly.

“so ?” he asks once san begins to pack his med-utensils away.

“She should be fine.. Just a little groggy and maybe a little out of it whilst the last effects of the poison gets out of her system and then of course pain where the stab wound is as it heals but for now it seems to be healin’ well, stitches are doing their job” he says and gives you a small smile.

Hongjoong seems to sigh from relief.

“Good, thank you san, you may go.” he said and said male exited the room.

He pulls up a chair to sit in front of you.

“So.. d’you think you're ready to know what happened and why?” he asks

You look into his eye

“You’re gonna have to tell me so I'm not afraid of yunho”. You say.

He nods his head slowly. “Very well”

“It may be a lot to take in but you need to know the truth.. No more secrets..

 The yunho who stabbed you looks identical to our yunho right? That's because he is. Each of us, Seonghwa, yeosang. San, mingi, woo and jongho and I included all have someone who's more so an identical copy even you.. Only those imposters aren't from this world precious.. They're from another universe much much different from this one, they call themselves halateez. their leader; the other me. He’s psychotic. He was madly in love with the you in that universe, you were his everything. He’d do anything for you or her sorry.. But the creatures that roamed that earth took her from him. And love? He’ll do just about anything to get you-her back. That's why i.. that we need the cromer device to send them back to that universe. Only when we were saving you from the trap they set.. They stole our map straight to the location of the cromer and we need that back before they try to steal you away from us.” he says and you try your best to take it all in

“wait wait- so let me get this straight. another version of you from a whole other dimension is trying to practically kidnap me and take me back to his dimension because the other me whom he was in love with or dating died??”

“Pretty much love… yes.” he says. Taking your hand in his and gently rubbing the skin.

You sigh out. “ and you didn't think to tell me this when i saw that creepy you in his creepy outfit that day in that town!!?” you see his eye slightly twitch

“I didn't think it was necessary love.. We had the map. Wasn't expecting you to get stabbed and for the map to be stolen.” he says.

“We need it back.. But do you think you're able to come with us to steal it back?? We need to distract their captain somehow” he adds with a smirk on his face.

You nod. “I’ll do it”

He smiles standing.

“Good. we leave at nightfall” 

… 

The forest is quiet.. Maybe a bit too quiet as you make your way towards the camp where the other crew takes refuge. 

Hongjoong raises his hand once you get to a small overlook everyone stops in their tracks.

Getting low to the ground to avoid being spotted he motions you over. You get into the same position. His hand resting on your lower back. 

He points to one of the larger tents. “That one’s the captain's tent. You should find the map in there somewhere. We’ll be keeping watch from up here and if we see them coming back we’ll give a signal or i’ll come get you precious don't worry” he says seeing the worried look on your face. “I'll walk you close enough before returning here, okay. Plan. go!” he says and everyone gets in their positions. And you walk beside hongjoong through the trees down the slope a little ways. 

“This is where I leave you precious,” he says as you nod your head at him.

“I’ll get your map back don’t worry joong” and you begin to walk away.

He quietly gasps air getting stuck in his throat as you walk away

“please .. please be safe.” he says with desperation in his voice.  

You eventually get to the edge of the forest before the camp, you eye your surroundings.. No ones there and it's quiet.. Again.. Too quiet. It's just a straight beeline towards the tent but it seems too easy. You walk slowly but quickly and you reach the opening of the tent. Turning back you look up to the overpass and see them watching intently hongjoong lifting his hand to give you a thumbs up as the go ahead. 

You peep into the tent slightly.. Empty.. Thank god. Taking a deep breath you enter.. The fabric flaps falling shut behind you.

The tent is dimly lit by lanterns, a makeshift table in the centre and crates and chests all around areas of the tent. You let out a deep breath, hopefully it won't be too difficult to find the map, and so you begin your search.

You go through papers, books and parchments anywhere where you think the map could be hidden or being kept. 

You're going through a chest shifting through the contents and you stumble across a tube with a symbol of an A in a red circle and a drawing of an.. hourglass?? That must be it!

 turning the tube you see very faint markings of what seems to be cromer written on the tube. You stuff the map inside your little pouch bag.

“y/n..?” you hear your name being called with a gasp

You turn to face the voice..

“Is.. is that really you?” hongjoong says.. No! It's the other hongjoong.

You whip out the small dagger attached to your belt on the side.

“S-stay back!” you aim the blade towards him.

Immediately he throws his hands up to show you he's no threat..

“y/n.. Come on..” he says “it's me.. Put the knife down, you don’t need to use it.” he says, stepping closer.

“Stop” you say more firmly “don’t come any closer.”

He takes a breath.”okay.. Okay. just relax” he says.

“Me.. relax!? I know who you are..”you say.

Hongjoong looks at you, confusion flashing on his face

“You’re sick! Do you really think just cause i look like your dead lover i'd go with you and fall in love with you? You really are psychotic.” you say venom lacing your words.

“y-y/n what?” he says in shock.

There's another laugh.

“That's right love.. Tell him straight”

His head whips towards the sound of the voice

“You.” he says disgust drowning his words

He ignores him “did y’get it love?” he asks and you nod slightly tapping your pouch.

He smirks “good.. Lets go love” he says motioning you towards him “don’t worry he’d be stupid to try something on you” he says opening the tent and making his way out. You follow him

“Woah- d’you really think im just gonna let you leave with that psycho!?” the other hongjoong says and grabs your wrist. You immediately rip your wrist from his hold and plunge the dagger into his shoulder.. Deep. “don't touch me!” you shout at him

He stumbles to the ground letting out a breath of pain, hand immediately going to his shoulder blood dripping from the wound staining his shirt and hand knife still protruding from his shoulder. 

He looks up at you tears brimming his eyes 

“y-y/n” he sobs out, in shock. 

You do nothing but glance over him in disgust and leave with hongjoong. The tent flaps closing over once more. 

…

With the map back in your possession, the crew make it back to the ship and begin the preparations for the journey to the island which holds the cromer. 

Everyone scurries across the deck, hongjoong barking orders left and right before he shouts for the sails to be dropped and then the ships setting sail to the horizon. 

It's just days of ocean and water as far as you can see and you’ll be honest you’re getting bored and have taken to wandering the ship. Bothering the crew when doing their duties.. 

You started with seonghwa bothering him when he was manning the wheel in hongjoong’s absence and continuing your bothersome ways following him to the kitchen as he prepared lunch for everyone to which he quickly sends you on your way to hopefully lessen his headache..

You then move to bothering yeosang in his study, you end up distracting him so much from his work that he also sends you on your way, you knew better than to disturb san so you avoided entering his medical study.. You find mingi sharpening blades to which you tried to help him but you just couldn't get the hang of it.. Sighing dejectedly you put the sharpening tool down and thank mingi for at least trying to help you with your boredom.. 

You can’t find woo anywhere and there's no way you’d try to find jongho after the last encounter on the beach.. So you go towards hongjoong’s room or the captain's quarters you should say. 

You knock on the door and here a light “come in”.. pushing open the door you see him just like the first time.. Sat hunched over the table seemingly hard at work.. Only this time instead of getting mad at you he smiles upon seeing you

“Ah.. y/n love come in” he says looking briefly back at the papers on the desk.

“A-are you busy?” you ask him 

He sighs out

“I am love yes..” before he could continue apologising for disrupting his work and say you’ll take your leave, before you can even open the door he grabs your wrist  gently tugging it from the handle and slightly pinning you to the door

“Never too busy for you though.. love” he says in a hushed tone.

It would be lying to say your heart did not race at his words, your breath getting caught in your lungs.. A fact that even he doesn't miss a soft smile graces his lips before he pulls himself from you 

“Crew tells me you've been bored today,” he says, making his way to a smaller table in his room. 

You sort of groan at his words.. Of course they'd tell him you were being a pest today.. 

“Tell me my love, d’ye know how to play?” he asks, gesturing to the wooden chess board that lays upon the table.    

“I do..” you respond, making your way toward the table, having played with your grandfather countless times back home when visiting them.. You sit on the little stool at the table.

 Hongjoong also sits down 

“Wanna challenge me?” he asks, tilting his head. “Winner gets the other to do something for them? loser has to do it, no questions asked?” he adds, hand outstretched for a deal

You hesitate at first but agree.. Surely it won't be too bad if he wins.. 

You take his hand in yours and shake. And begin the game: moving the first pawn on the checked board.

… 

“Checkmate love~” hongjoong says as his queen corners your king.. No place you move will save him, you sigh.

“I win” he says quietly, taking your king piece and laying it on its side. 

You peer up at him through your lashes. 

“Okay.. what do you want me to do”

He seems to be in thought for a moment before looking directly at you.

“I'll keep it for another time” he says cheekily 

You look at him, pout on your face “when?” you ask

“Ah ah.. Believe me.. You’ll know when I use it” he says tutting. 

And you’re left wondering what it'll be he’ll ask you to do for him

… 

5 days. 5 days is how long it takes for you to arrive at the island located on the map. 

In those 5 days you found yourself getting closer to hongjoong, of all people.

 his sweet words and actions worming their way into your heart. From the way he tucks loose strands of your hair behind your ear when it's windy on deck, to his subtle glances watching you. Even purposely letting you win at your chess games!! You’ve been getting very close to one another. And now was one of those times, 

Hongjoong sits sort of spread on a chaise and you rest on his chest. Him with a book in hand as you both quietly read it together in silence. Just enjoying eachothers company.

The silence is disturbed by seonghwa knocking and flinging the door open. You sit up from your spot on hongjoong. Startled by seonghwa’s intrusion. 

Hongjoong bookmarks the spot in the book and closes it over then looking at seonghwa with an annoyed expression on his face

“What is it Hwa?” he asks the elder glaring at him for interrupting your time.

“Apologies captain but, we've finally arrived” he replies to him sort of bowing his head in respect. 

 Hongjoong is quick to stand, you see him shake slightly.

“Then let us go” he says to the elder taking your hand in his as the three of you leave the room.

.. 

Walking on the main deck of the ship everyone is in a rush grabbing what they need to start the journey on the island. You can't help but worry.. 

Hongjoong still holding your hand notices this, rubbing his thumb gently over your hand 

“Don’t worry love.. We’ll get the cromer and send them back to their universe don’t you worry. After all they will come to us soon.” he says and you’ll be honest it does nothing to ease your worries especially as he told you they’ll be coming here.. After what their yunho did to you.. You can't even look at your yunho the same..

Still though you smile up at the red haired man and nod your head.

“Okay! Everyone pack your travel packs. We'll be going into an intricate cave dungeon system so make sure you pack rations, a blanket and pillow at least. The last thing we need is people getting lost down there and dying” hongjoong announces to the crew. 

He hands you your own pack. “‘Ere you can use this one love,” he says.

Everyone swings their packs onto their backs and with hongjoong in the front you all exit the ship. Completely unaware of the other ship on the other side of the island. 

…

Walking through the dense jungle is sweltering with the heat slowly seeping through the trees, some of the crew complaining about stopping and setting up camp here all to which hongjoong bats back that you won't stop till you reach the cave system.

You would say it takes roughly another 4-ish hours of walking with the crew complaining before hongjoong gives in and lets them set up a camp while the 9 of you continue to the caves.

As you continue to walk through the forest the silence is broke 

A loud ‘ewwww’ breaks the silence, you all turn towards the culprit. 

Wooyoung stands wiping slime…?? Off his shoulder..?? 

Slowly you all look up.. The sight is frightening. A humongous arachnid hangs from its web just above you.

Hongjoong is quick to grab you and push you behind him. Every male pulling out his sword or pistol. 

The arachnid lowers itself to the ground hissing at you, pincers snapping.

Hongjoong pushes you to a bush and tells you to stay low and rushes to join the others currently swinging blades and the occasional blast of a pistol. 

The beast hisses as it gets winded. Its blood seeping out in sludges to the ground. It lunges towards a few of them scratching some of them

Its legs are soon cut off and then a cutlass goes straight through its cephalothorax killing the beast as it sighs out its last breath.

 Each male pants trying to catch his breath. And hongjoong instantly comes over to you, giving you a once over to make sure you're really okay. To which you immediately say that you are.

“I am joong.. Honestly just a bit scared that there's creatures like that on this island” you explain to him

He instantly pulls you into his arms.

“Don't worry love.. No matter the creature, if you're in danger I will always be there to save you. I'll never let you get hurt”

Pulling away from you he turns to the other seven males.

“Okay. let's get a move on, we need to reach the cave before dark” he exclaims.

…

The walk to the cave is steep and exhausting, you all audibly gasp sighs of relief once the cave entrance comes into view. 

Lighting lanterns you all prepare to enter hongjoong says one last thing.

“Remember, we stick together.. We don't know exactly what's down here.. Possibly more arachnids.. But we find a spot to hunker down that's safe to get some rest before searching for the cromer” he says and with that you all start your journey into the cave system.

.. 

The cave is thankfully cool but the channels travel long.. Some ending randomly, some have deep drops. Thankfully you or hongjoong has a map of the exact route to the cromer location.

You arrive at a wider area with running water off to the side after scouting around. The place is deemed safe enough to rest in, the water checked and also approved to be safe for drinking by san.

There are a few tunnels that end abruptly along the wall so you bunker into those and use them to sleep. 

There's a small fire made to heat up some soup for supper. 

Once it's been heated you all sit and eat in silence only it's not an uncomfortable silence it's sort of comforting. 

Bowls empty and bellies fed some retreat to their spots to try and relax and some going to rest and sleep, there's light murmurs of conversations as some discuss things with each other and jongho’s the first to take watch.. Just in case..

You watch as hongjoong speaks with him.  The younger nodding to whatever the captain had told him. 

Hes when walking towards you, you quickly turn your head as if you hadn't just been watching their conversation.

Hongjoong laughs and extends his hand towards you.

“Come.. I wanna show you something love..” he says and you take his hand. 

He pulls you up to stand and still with your hand in his grasp begins walking away from the little make-shift base 

“Should we really be leaving?” you ask him in a worried tone..

“Don’t worry.. I told jongho.. We’ll be fine besides I told you, I won't let anything bad happen to you” he smiles.

He leads you further into the system of the cave deeper into the tunnels and farther away from the others., that is until you come to a deadend the roof at a slant getting lower to the ground as it goes farther. ? 

He lets go of your hand and what looks to be a deadend isn't. He jumps and pulls himself up the hole in the ceiling and extends his hands down for you 

“Come on love” he says and you take his hands and he uses his strength to pull you up.

Coming through the hole you're greeted by a stunning sight, glittering amethysts and other precious stones litter the walls of this hidden room. Walking farther into the room you admire the pretty gems 

You gasp in awe “do you like it?” he asks his voice quiet from the distance between you

“H-hongjoong this is- this.. Wow.. it's so pretty” you say walking farther.

“Hmm, I'm glad,” he says. You jump startled from how close the voice is.

Turning around you see him standing right behind you now.

You stumble backwards slightly and he gently grabs your wrist to prevent you from falling.  

He walks you back until you hit one of the patches of smooth stone in the room. He's close.. Maybe a little too close.

You place your hands on his shoulders as if to keep him there. Only it does nothing as he leans in resting his forehead on your own.

“Not as pretty as you though” he whispers 

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as it hitches

“Joong..” you breathe out just as quietly.

“y/n..” he does just the same, closing his eyes as if to savour the moment. 

His hands now rest on your hips, he pulls away from your forehead slightly

“Kiss me” he breathes out and before you can respond, his lips are on your own as he traps you. Your hands slip from in front of his shoulders to wrap around his neck as you kiss the redhead back, an action that has him pulling you closer to him. 

“y/n..” “my love..” “my precious..” he says between kisses and when he finally stops you’re both breathless. 

“This.. isn't what i wanted to show.. You” he breathes out. 

Your face scrunches up in confusion.. It's so cute that it has him kissing your nose.

“Come..” he says, presenting you his hand again. And of course you take it.

And again you're off through the opening in that room you enter a wide open space on the other side.. Water flows around and a large tree graces the other side, stepping stones lead to the area of grass the tree rests on, vines hang from the ceiling, fruits hang from the branches. The opening in the roof lets the natural moonlight inside.

Hongjoong smiles seeing your face light up again at the sight.

He gently pulls you across the stones and you make your way to the tree on the other side

You look around the area once at the other side and take in the view.

“Hongjoong this is stunning.. Thank you for bringing me here to see this” you thank him

Arms wrap around your waist and a weight is placed on your shoulder as he rests his chin there.

“I'm glad you like them my love” he hums a kiss placed on the side of your neck. It has a shiver running up your spine. 

He turns you in his hold, arms still around you.. 

“y/n.. Precious. I love you” he says 

Your heart feels to have stopped.

You open your mouth to speak.

He shakes his head.

“You don’t need to say anything right now.. Just.. will you let me prove how much i love you. precious?” he says. 

Looking in his eyes you can see the determination and honesty swirling in them, so placing a kiss on his lips whilst cupping his cheeks 

“Yes.. please joong..” you whisper against his lips

Pulling you close he places more soft kisses on your lips trailing them to your neck.

“May i..?” he whispers tugging slightly at your shirt, you nod

He slowly begins to unbutton the buttons of your shirt in between kisses and then slips your shirt off the material falling to the ground. 

He trails the kisses down to your collarbone. As you try to discard his own shirt. 

Scars litter his chest, your hands ghost over them. 

He pulls you down to rest on the blanket spread on the grass. He kneels before you, hands reaching for and tugging off your boots. Before kicking off his own. His hands slither up your thighs as he places desperate kisses on your neck and down your chest. As he pushes you to lay down

His hands hook beneath the waistband of your trousers, trailing kisses further down your body as he slowly pulls them off..

“So pretty love..” he whispers, admiring you then leaning over to place another soft kiss on your lips. Your hands reach to tug him back

“So are you..” you lift your head to place a similar kiss on his own lips, which has him smiling. 

“Thank you love.. But nothing can compare to how pretty you are” he says, sliding between your thighs. 

“I love you so, so much love” he whispers again tears brim his eyes as they fall over and run down his cheeks.. Clear tears this time.. 

… 

Your eyes gently flicker open.. The moon still shines in the opening above as you in the opening. Your head rests on the softness of hongjoong’s chest, you can hear the soft thumping of his heart beneath the surface. Ever so gently you sit up so not to disturb the man, you look over his face.. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps. You place your hand on his cheek and gently run your thumb over his scar with a soft smile on your face, eyes closing over slightly. Sighing in content, you look back at him, you cannot help the small gasp that escapes as you move away from the sleeping redhead.. 

The faint red line of his scar.. smudged looking to your thumb you see the same red slightly staining the skin.. This hongjoong.. Has no scar.. Surely he’s not been lying about having a scar after all this time.. No.. he couldn’t even the last time he cried he cried..b-blood.. This hongjoong didn't.

Your heart begins to beat erratically in your chest. You feel as though any second you could pass out. You stand to your feet grabbing the extra blanket and holding it close to your naked form and if to solidify and mock your mistake and realisation.. Said man tosses on his side in his sleep and there, clear as day on his shoulder blade.. ‘HALA’ permanently resides there in black ink.

You stumble back at the realisation the room spins, your legs give way and you brace yourself expecting to hit the ground.. 

Only.. you don't. You fall into something soft. 

“oh.. darlin’..” a voice quietly whispers out.

[dracoxmalereader]

Potions Class

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Slytherin! Reader and can be read as any year except fifth year or after I'm pretty sure, but I did write it with fourth year in mind since they're making pepperup potion.. <3 And I'm aware that gyat didn't exist in the 90's, just pretend it did. (:<

Summary: Pepperup potion is one of the easier potions to brew, but that doesn't mean class can't be eventful nonetheless.

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 585

The clinking of phials and the hiss of hushed whispering were familiar comforts. Snape leisurely made his way around the room in rounds to oversee the progress of the potion he’d assigned you all to brew in pairs.

“Draco, stir this.” You turn your head away from the cauldron to reread the instructions in your book.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Draco grumbles, even as he reaches for the spoon and does as he’s told. “Ordering me around like a servant.”

You roll your eyes, paying him no mind. “The last thing we need is jewelweed.” You close the book and take the spoon from him, stirring it yourself. You look at him expectantly for a moment, and he stares back. Awkward silence swells as you blink at each other, even in the growing chatter of the potions classroom.

“I don’t have it.” He shrugs after another long couple of seconds.

“What do you mean you don’t have it?”

“I gave it to Goyle!”

“Well get it back from Goyle!” Snape shushes you from across the classroom, glaring at the two of you. Draco groans.

He pushes up from his chair, nudging it backwards so he has room to bend over the table and demand the jewelweed back from Crabbe and Goyle where they’re sat across from you. Apparently a harder task than anticipated, as he leans even further forwards to argue with them. There’s no helping yourself now.

“Gyat!”

Draco turns around, shooting you a look like you’d grown an extra head. “Excuse me?” Red bleeds into his pale face.

“Gyat.” You smolder at him, sucking your teeth to let out a teasing hiss. “It means-”

“I know what it means.” He scoffs at you and rips the jewelweed from Goyle’s hand, righting his posture through his noticeably deteriorating composure. He clumsily shoves it in your chest, rougher than he normally would. “Here, since you couldn’t get it yourself. Loud, useless pervert.”

A grin forces its way onto your face, and you chuckle through your nose. Draco scowls at you, huffing, almost dropping the jewelweed when you finally take it from him. His shoulders draw tight.

Pansy mini-jogs over from the table beside yours. “Do you guys have any Mandrake root left? Blaise used the last of ours and messed it up.” She raises her voice at the last part and clears her throat. Blaise shakes his head from their table. 

Draco turns his head first to hear her question and then to look at you as if you were going to give it to her. You gesture towards the Mandrake root where it sat almost directly in front of him. His brows furrow and his face reddens further, this time out of anger. Your smug smile deepens and adoration bubbles in your stomach like a potion of its own.

“Here-” He grabs it and holds it out to Pansy, only for his fingers to falter. It falls onto the table, rolling and taking several phials down with it as they all clatter to the floor. 

Snape growls, a very unimpressed Mr. Malfoy turning all heads in the classroom to your table. Draco’s complexion could easily rival that of an heirloom tomato. You fruitlessly fight laughter. 

Draco’s lips pull tight in embarrassment, and you only giggle harder. 

“My father will hear about this-” He barks, and you’re so amused you can��t find it in yourself to care about how hard he’s grabbing the green border of your robes, nor Snape’s rapidly approaching footsteps.

This is quite possibly the request of all time. Getting to write this was my yule gift. If Draco gyat fic isn't my calling I don't know what is.

Me and my mom got into a lengthy argument over whether gyat is spiritual or physical. She says Draco doesn't have gyat. I beg to differ, of course, because gyat is a mindset. <3

Draco has gyat, I don't care what my mom says.

Tags: @nowayisthistakenyet @gayaristocrat @siuspider @dracoshusband @skrunklespoingo @esperfraud @joongbin @midwestemosblog @we2222

[littlemissaddict]

Feed Me - Vampire!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

So it has taken me long enough but it is finally done, please enjoy this very self indulgent fic that was inspired by cramps that drove me wild.

Summary: Reader is suffering with bad cramps and Eddie offers to help.

Warnings: period sex, oral (f receiving), blood 18+ minors stay away this is not for you

Word count: 2434

Eddie could smell it as soon as he entered the room but the sight of her curled into a ball with a heat pack clutched against her tummy only confirmed that he was right. She was on her period. Slowly coming into the room he suppressed the urges that the smell of blood brought on because her need for relief was far more important than his primal urge to feed whenever he smelt blood.

“Hey sweetheart” he spoke softly, announcing his presence so that he didn’t startle her because as they found out the first time he came around after his transformation, he was a lot more stealthy than he used to be.

Her eyes fluttered open meeting his glowing red ones and it all clicked in her brain what was going on, it wasn’t like she’d seen him feed before as he likes to keep that private but the time that she cut her finger and the blood began bubbling out well she’d seen his eyes then. Even indulging him in a little taste before she’d covered it with a bandaid but his eyes had still been red the whole time she'd stayed with him after that so it wasn’t hard for her to guess why they were red now.

“Eddie your eyes” she mumbled, shuffling back on the bed as he drew closer but not because she was scared of him, she just didn’t want him to suffer, “you don’t have to stay if its too much” she tells him as she knows he can get overwhelmed when the scent is too strong and he’s unable to do anything about it.

“Hey you don’t have to worry about me, I’m here for you, to help ease your suffering” he replies like the perfect boyfriend that he is, alway doting on and putting her first even when he has his own problems to deal with. “Now come on, scootch over and let me cuddle with you” he chuckles as he shoos her backwards with his hands until he has enough room to climb onto the bed with her. “See no harm in this” he hums, wrapping an arm over her waist though he bends it upwards to rest over her chest instead of over her stomach because one thing vampires are is cold and the cold will only make her cramps worse.

Once he’s settled, she curls into her earlier position and adjusts the heat pack over her stomach again but she doesn’t relax into his body as she usually does instead she’s tense. The constant discomfort of her cramps leaves her unable to relax and Eddie notices something is up and as he usually does, he knows exactly what’s wrong.

“Have they been like this all day?” he asks as he nudges the back of her neck with his nose before placing a kiss in the same spot. While he may look all mean and tough in all black leather with his metal music, he’s a softie at heart and he doesn’t hold back around her, especially not when she’s in pain and he can’t do anything about it.

She hums in response, “Had so much to do today but just couldn’t move not with the way my body’s tearing itself apart from the inside” she complains, a pout on her lips that he can’t see but she does all the same. “And nothing is helping, painkillers have done nothing and I don’t know why I’m still trying with this because it’s done fuck all” she groans, frustration evident in her voice as she tears the heat pack away from her and throws it away, instantly regretting it as maybe it was helping dull the ache of the cramps. A choked sob leaves her as she buries her face in her hands, feeling pathetic and wishing that he would just leave her to wallow in her self pity alone.

Eddie, however, has other ideas. “Shh sweetheart, it’s okay” he soothes and she fights the urge to scoff, it was easy for him to say it’s okay when he wasn’t the one whose uterus was tearing itself apart. “There may be something else we could try if you’re feeling up to it” he says cautiously because honestly he wasn’t even sure himself if it would work. It was just something he’d read one day and apparently it had stuck with him.

At this point she was willing to try anything to get some relief and she nodded for him to continue. “So I heard that orgasms can help with cramps now it may not work but I’m willing to give it a try if you are” he suggested as she twisted to look at him, her face scrunched up in disgust. “What?” he asks, confused.

“I’m on my period, you don’t want to be down there it’s all” she trailed off as she shook her head.

“It’s all what? Bloody?” he huffed out a laugh as she nodded, still not convinced by the idea. “Really sweetheart, you think me of all people, is going to be grossed out by a little bit of blood?” he questioned, amused as he sits up which causes her to roll over onto her back so that she’s now staring up at him as he towers over her.

She tried to protest, any and every excuse falling past her lips as to why they shouldn’t do it even though the thought of him between her legs, feeding from her was enough to have the heat pooling in her lower belly. “I’ll make a mess of the bed” she says weakly trying one last time because even despite his reassurances she still can’t believe that he wants to do this.

“So I’ll grab a towel” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, which it is, “but if you really don’t want to do this, I won’t make you, I only want to help” he reassures her and of course she knows that he wouldn’t.

“I do” she says in a small voice that she doesn’t really think is audible but Eddie hears her, another vampire trait, “it’s just it’s a icky down there right now and I don’t want you to do just because you think it will help” she explains, curling in on herself that little bit more as embarrassment takes over.

“Trust me sweetheart that ain’t the only reason I want to do this” he chuckles as his eyes scan her body, his mouth already salivating at the thought of her taste.

She watches him as he does, noting how lust-blown his pupils have become and it's a striking contrast to the red glow he still has going on. It’s clear to her just how much he wants this despite the internal battle raging inside her telling her that it’s a bad idea. “Towels are down the hall” she says meekly, earning herself a flash of a smile from the boy above her before he disappears down the hall at superhuman speed, yet another vampire trait he’s gained.

He returns seconds later with the darkest towel she owns. Warmth swells inside of her as she realises that he remembered that one time she mentioned to him about buying darker towels for when she’s on her period so that she doesn’t accidentally stain her nice white ones. He truly was perfect for her in every way and she wastes no time in reaching for him the second he’s within touching distance as her earlier worries melt away.

“I love you” she mumbles against his lips as she kisses him with all she's got, wanting to show him with actions and not just words.

“Damn if I knew all it would take to rile you up was to offer to eat you out then I’d have done it a long time ago” he jokes, pulling back from her so that he can fuss over getting the towel in place, “lift your hips for me baby” he encourages as he tucks it snugly beneath her. Once he’s happy with it’s position he moves his attention to her sleep shorts, “Time for these to go” he teases as he slides them and her underwear down, tossing them to the floor once he’s tugged them down the length of her legs.

She silently thanks god that she decided to wear a pad and not a tampon because she doesn’t know if she could have dealt with the embarrassment of having him wait while she fished it out, not that the thoughts occupy her for long because once the offending fabric is free of his grasp, he’s sliding down the bed until he’s laid between her thighs with his face inches away from where she needs him.

“You smell so good, so intoxicating” he moans, lips pressing sloppy kisses to the insides of her thighs as if he’s trying to stop himself from diving straight in. “Gonna make you feel better baby, promise” he mouths against her skin, swapping to her other thigh and giving it the same attention that he gave the other one but with each wet kiss pressed against her sensitive skin he’s moving higher and higher until finally he’s hovering his mouth over her centre.

His eyes flicker back up to her face once more, he’s checking for any last signs of her not wanting to continue but all he finds is her eyes dark with want as she looks down at him nestled between her legs. It’s enough for him to finally give into his urges, his tongue darting out to taste her and he groans when the familiar taste of her blossoms on his tongue followed by the bitter taste of blood that he craves so much. God she really was spoiling him, letting him have her like this, letting him feed from her but there was one thing he knew for certain just after a small taste of her was this was definitely not going to be a one time thing.

A whimper from above knocked him from his thoughts as he remembered he had a job to do and he dived forward burying his face fully between her legs, no longer holding back. His tongue lapped between her folds, collecting the mixture of wetness that had collected there, “God you taste so good sweetheart, could stay right here forever” he pulled away just long enough to mumble the words into her flesh before going straight back to the task at hand.

As his tongue worked against her clit, taking her mind off of the cramps twisting in her gut and bringing her more pleasure than she’d had before due to how sensitive she was, she couldn’t help but wonder how she thought this could have ever been a bad idea. Eddie was clearly very into it if the way his eyes fluttered closed in contentment and how he moaned as he ate her was anything to go by but also she was aware that this was the best she’d felt all day. There was no more pain, no more discomfort, instead all she felt was pleasure burning low in her gut and a warmth in her chest for the man between her thighs.

Releasing her grip on the sheets, she moved her hands to his face, or what she could reach of it as she brushed his bangs from his face. He leaned into her touch, his eyes opening to reveal the red glow to her again as she tried to convey to him just how close she was not that it wasn’t obvious to him once he saw how fucked out she looked with the glazed over look in her eyes or the way she was slackjawed as the moans that flowed freely from her parted lips grew in pitch or the was the her chest heaved with every breath.

Doubling down in his efforts to make her cum, he tightened his hold on her thighs as he pressed his face further into her heat, his tongue now focusing on her swollen clit as his eyes pleaded with her to cum, to let him taste all she had to offer. His reward came moments later as her release crashed over her, leaving her a shaking, whimpering mess as he lapped up every last drop refusing to waste any of it.

“Ah Eddie please too-too much” she begged, tugging at his hair in an attempt to pull him away from where he was enjoying overstimulating her and after one final run of his tongue through her folds, he pulled away.

“So was it as bad as you thought it would be?” he asked, smugness written all over his face despite the lower half of his face being soaked with her wetness.

She blushed under the intensity of his gaze as she tried to avoid looking as he licked his lips in what she guessed was in search of the taste of any last remaining traces of her. She shook her head in response to his question, not quite trusting her voice just yet to speak as she finally felt her body relaxing for the first time since she’d woken up that morning.

Eddie only chuckled as he set about removing the towel and helping her back into her clothes, knowing it had taken what little strength she’d had out of her. Once she was cleaned up and tucked into bed, he disposed of the towel in the laundry basket after wiping the remnants of her sticky wetness from his face before sliding in behind her again.

“So no more cramps then?” he asked, no trace of smugness in his tone this time just a genuine curiosity to see if it had done the trick.

“Nope” she smiled sleepily as her body relaxed into his familiar touch once again, “I hope you know you’ll be my first port of call next time, no stupid painkillers or useless heat packs” she added, her words followed by a yawn and even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew her eyes were closed.

“Of course, it’ll be a call I look forward to,” he joked, a laugh rumbling in his chest which she felt rumble against her back as she hummed tiredly in reply as the heaviness of sleep drew her in. “Sleep well sweetheart” he mumbled into her hair, his lips pressing a kiss where they touched even though she was too far gone to register it but that didn’t matter to him now she was finally getting the rest she needed.

Tagging those that requested to be: @devilinthepalemoonlight @hereforthefanficthing @sadbitchfangirl @vaa-tv0 @munsonology

[croissantlover24]

Humans are fragile creatures. Sure, their backs bend. Their necks turn. Their arms stretch. But to a limit. A very easy-to-break limit.

Oh my god Moon...

It wasn't Moon's fault he didn't realize they had a limit! He could turn his neck 360 degrees. He can bend his back all the way backwards. He could stretch out his arms and pop them back in with ease. So why couldn't they?

Moon you are a scientist how do you not KNow that????

It was an accident the first time. He didn't mean to snap that civilian's neck, but she shouldn't have been screaming at him like that in the first place!

Oh my god....

That's when the blood came out, and he gained a new infatuation. He had never seen anything so red. Anything such a pure, sanguineous hue. He had felt like he was staring at an autumn tree, the outer skin of an apple, the juicy innards of a blood orange, the feathers of a cardinal, the petals of a rose, the—he got giddy just thinking about it.

MOON.

He learned his mistake, though. He learned humans didn't like having their skin ripped open.

YA THINK??????

He learned people weren't very forgiving to murder. He learned. Unfortunately, he, however, learned the hard way. He was banned from public. He was kept away from society. He was as good as dead in their eyes. Out of sight, out of mind, as the saying went, and Moon's punishment was to eternally become both of those.

L /silly

The idea of plastering the signs down into the earth for an assistant was one he knew wouldn't work. He just wanted to have something to do to ensure he could regain his sanity, if only for a moment. A fleeting moment. When he had heard moving, he had thought you were yet again another hooligan who came to graffiti his lab, a teenage delinquent eager to cause problems.

What do you mean Another

You, of course, were not. You were different. Naive. Oblivious. He liked those traits.

OH NO

You didn't know what he did.

OH NO

If he could have it his way, you would never know. These conditions, of course, led to the perfect idea of a problematic temperament. His obsession with blood and his horrific loneliness came together to make him dedicated to forcing you to stay. If you left, he would have nobody. Again. Forever. That was not a risk he was willing to take.

Oh god fucking damn it Moon...

The anxiety that rose from this at every slightly off action you made was harmful both for him and for you. For him, because he feared you would leave and his systems would go into overdrive to conjure a way to prevent that. He would then overheat and fry some of his internal processors. None that were important, probably.

What's to bet he's fried his rational thinking capabilities?

For you, because you could not get a read on him. One moment, he would laugh about something odd and you would awkwardly laugh along, and the next, he would glare at you like he wished to rip your head off. It was a dangerous mindset to have, constantly worrying whether his next move would be shoving a list of items he needed in your face or a knife. The latter never came, but you still feared it nonetheless.

Oh my god.....

Moon didn't take it well when the weekend came. He seemed to have forgotten that workers often had two days of rest throughout the week. You didn't question why he made up every excuse possible to keep you there for a few more minutes, mainly because you didn't have an answer as to why and didn't want to worry about it.

We cannot isolate ignore ibuprofen forever reader...

Money was money. A job was a job. You needed both. If dealing with Moon for a few months was the cost for that, then so be it. You would quit when you could.

That.......... Reader dear I....

When you finally left (10:00 P.M.), you rushed home to enjoy the weekend, which flew by you faster than the autumn wind.

I could say something here about the desperate need for more rest time in your average working week, but that would take a while and I'm not sure you'd like to read that

Your plan for working on Mondays was simple: wake up before your alarm and take your time getting ready to ease you into the work week. It was simple enough.

Sounds easy enough

Five weeks left.

OH NO

You missed your alarm.

Oh dear....

You woke up and rushed to get clothes on, sure you were going to be berated by your employer for being late. You slipped your phone into your pocket—20 missed calls??—and ran through the thicket. Twigs clawed at your pants and ferns brushed against your shirt.

Christ Moon.....

You wheezed as you finally reached the laboratory and pounded on the door. It swang open before you could even knock twice. Moon looked worried, a manic form of panic spread across his face.

Oh he is like. really not healthy huh

"Why are you late?" he demanded, trying to hide the hysteria in his tone. "And why didn't you answer my calls?" You looked down at your phone. 52 missed calls.

52?!

"That was you?" you asked through your heavy breaths still remaining from your run over. You decided against pondering the emotion behind such an action. "Yes!" he exclaimed, his arms crossed like an angry parent. "Wait." You narrowed your eyes. "How did you get my phone number?" His eyes widened in turn. He chuckled nervously. "You know what?" he suddenly declared in a high-pitched tone. "All's forgiven! Come in, come in."

head in my hands oh my god

He ushered you inside before you could question him further. His clawed hand on your back reminded you of just who was in power here—and it wasn't you.

...ough

As Moon asked you to wash the dishes and began his walk back to his invention, you decided against telling him what you saw over the weekend. Or, rather, what you heard… The whispers. It seemed those two employees were quite the gossipers, considering you had heard whispers every single time you went somewhere.

Oh my god....

They were quiet, hushed so you would not hear, but you could still understand their words anyway. The first time was in a cafe adjacent to a local shop full of miscellaneous trinkets.

Oh hell yeah trinkets

"You see them over there?" A man in a dark suit with auburn hair and milky skin had nodded to you. "What about them?" a woman across from him asked, wearing a yellow sundress to match her golden-framed glasses. Her skin was the hue you'd expect to see in a coffee lacking milk—a rich brown similar to the color of her curly hair. "They're working for that maniac in the woods," he replied in a hushed tone. "You know, the one who—"

Oh my god....

He had leaned forward and you were no longer able to hear him. The second time was in the grocery store. "That poor soul," a lady in a tight-fitting scarlet dress drawled to the employee helping her find the right brand of cereal. You knew she was talking about you because of the way her eyes narrowed in upon yours the way a predator's might upon its prey.

Ohhhhh my god....

The employee helping her simply shook her head. "They won't survive two weeks with that man."

5 weeks left.....

The final time (that you could hear) was in the park. You had been looking at a bird in a tree—was it a magpie, or something similar?—when you heard it.

MAGPIE MENTION!

"That's the killer's assistant?" a high-pitched voice practically screeched to her partner, incredulous. The latter rushed to quiet her down. "Yes," he confirmed. "Do they know?" She gave her partner a look. "No," he shook his head, "I don't think so." She hummed in reply and the two went quiet.

this is them

Yes, you decided, it was best to not tell Moon about that. About them calling him a killer. Your hands twitched.

To be perfectly honest I would not've left either.. I would've gone "well, if he's a murderer someone should keep an eye on him, and I'm getting paid to do it so"

The truth was that you yearned to know. What happened? What did he do? Why was everyone so frightened by him? Why did they call him a killer?

Because he killed people, reader, obviously /silly

You had so many questions, but with how tense and finicky Moon was around you already, you questioned your safety at the notion of asking them. You decided upon a new mantra: keep your mouth shut and your head down.

ohhh reader....

It worked well enough so far, and you were sure it would continue to. Well. You hoped it would continue to.

AAAAAAOUGHHHHH

final thoughts: Reader I'm getting you the fuck out of there right now

Hehe

Reader, count your days!

[drewsbuzzcut]

Lyla surprising Jeremy with some red and pink lingerie on valentines day

Warnings: smutty

Lyla walks out of the ensuite in her silk robe, surprising Jeremy who was on the search for his girl.

“Hey, beautiful,” he cups her throat, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.

“Hi, J. I have a surprise for you,” she sighs, eyelashes dusting her cheeks as she gives him a closed eye smile.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” She pops her eyes open to find him staring at her with a smirk, his pretty eyes darkening.

She shakes her head, not willing to let him take charge. At the moment. She places her hands on his chest, firstly feeling up his muscles. She loved the way they flexed under her touch. All too quickly, she’s pushing him back. His body falls onto the bed with a soft thud, his body moving backwards on the mattress to make room for her.

She tugs at the tie of her robe, letting the soft material fall off her body to reveal her newest lingerie set. The baby pink, lacy number is littered with small, red hearts and doesn’t really keep anything to the imagination.

She watches successfully as Jeremy’s jaw drops, his eyes pooling with lust as they roam her entire figure. She can see his cock thicken under his shorts and how a soft blush forms on his chest and neck.

He loves the way he can see her hard nipples through the see through fabric, and how the lace looks so delicate. He could easily rip it off of her. She’d be upset, but that means he can buy her a thousand more sets and do it all over again.

“Come here,” he mutters and by his tone, Lyla can tell he’s thinking about all the ways he can bend her body.

Her hands go to his shoulders as she straddles his lap, her hips slowly moving against his length for some much needed friction. He pulls her closer, mouth sucking a lingerie-covered nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, the pleasure heightened because she knows he’s going to fuck her until she’s seeing stars and the impatience looms over her head. She needs him desperately.

Her hands grip the strands of his hair when he moves her hips back and forth over him. Lyla’s moans force their way out of her throat as she tries to contain herself. So much for having control, but she honestly doesn’t care.

“I love the lingerie, baby,” he kisses on her chest and up to her throat.

“Pink and red look so good on you,” he sucks the skin of her neck into his mouth, smirking against her when she whimpers.

“It reminds me of the flush you get when I’ve made you cum on my cock more times than you can count,” he whispers in her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

Wetness leaks from her thong and seeps into the material of his shorts. His eyes hone in on the mess. It’s absolutely feral how much he wants to bend her over and fuck into her until his name is the only word she knows.

He brings a finger to her covered clit, rubbing small circles over her panties, listening to her sweet sounds and watching how her orgasm starts to build in the pit of her stomach. He loves seeing her lost in pleasure and they’re just getting started.

[sidhewrites]

Chapter 6! I am suddenly confronted by the fact that I need to do some serious writing exercises with Haunted Archivists to figure out their interactions. But hey this is the first draft, it can be as stilted and awkward as it needs to be, so long as it gets written :3

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I can't remember the last time a morning had gone so miserably. At least the sky is still overcast, which makes me feel a little better about life as a whole. The universe may not care about one idiot in a small town enough to change the weather for her, but it was nice to pretend it did. Josie had texted early in the morning, letting me know she had free time this afternoon, and could I call her to arrange things? I hated how quickly I sat up, not even fully awake by the time I pulled up her name in my phone and called.

She didn't even answer.

I was an idiot. As sweet as Josie was, she'd always been bad with confrontation of any kind, which meant she was probably chickening out and too afraid to talk to me directly. I missed her like hell, but I wouldn't miss this.

Instead, I send a text -- Is 3:00 ok?

By the time I'm dressed, she's texted back: Yeah.

I wait for the three dots to appear and disappear, Josie typing and erasing her message over and over again on the other side of her screen. It doesn't surprise me. No doubt she's trying to find a way to tell me how hard this is, and how sorry she is for causing trouble, and so on and so on. I feel bad sometimes. I know she's not trying to make things worse. But Josie has always been too nice for her own good, and it lead to things like this, where I had to fill in the blanks and figure out how to fix things between us in a way that would make us both happy.

I'm not smart. It took me a while to figure this out about her and how to work around it.

With a sigh, I turn on my coffee machine, and offer a compromise. How about we meet at Mean Mug, and you can get your things then

Okay, thank you.

Cool see you then.

See you. Thank you.

I force myself to put my phone down before I make the mistake of apologizing. It would honestly be easiest if I just went and dropped things off at work or outside her apartment, but there are too many valuables in there I don't want to risk getting stolen or broken before she has time to get to it. I know Josie feels bad for what she's doing, but if I say sorry, then she'll apologize and bend over backwards to make it up to me, and I've got to do enough groveling later today for both of us.

My stomach churns, and I barely force down breakfast before heading to work.

Mr. Ngo isn't happy to see me when I arrive. I mean, I knew he wouldn't be, but he really isn't happy to see me. The office feels smaller than ever, air even staler and more difficult to breathe.

"Hello Kaz," he says. He'd been going over the schedule for the next few weeks. I get a glance of the tree trimmers' contact information, and resist the urge to make a joke.

"Morning. How's things?" I try to sound chipper, but it's not believable.

My heart drops further as Mr. Ngo hesitates, and looks down at his hands. He pushes himself up from the desk with a sigh, and makes himself meet his eyes. There's none of the frustration or disappointment I'd expected. I had assumed the Haunted Archivist team would have told on me the second they left last night, but instead, his eyes are red behind his glasses.

"Mr. Ngo? Everything all right?" I think back to the phone call he'd had last night. Oh god -- Phan. In my shame and dread, I'd completely forgotten about the phone call last night. I feel like even more of an ass than before.

He sighs, pulls off his glasses and wipes at his eyes before finding his voice. "I'm...going to have to take a couple days off, Kaz. Phan came down with a fever last night, and it's not going down." He shook his head. I swallowed my guilt, and made myself wait for him to talk again. "Look, she's in the hospital right now, and doctors are looking at her. I'm sure it's nothing, but..."

"No, please. Take all the time you need. Just let me know what you need."

He sighs again, and nods. I'd never seen him look so worn out. "I didn't want to tell you this, but we have overnight guests this week."

Shit.

"I know you wouldn't have approved of me staying out late, but I was looking forward to working with these kids. They're a couple of ghost hunters, very sweet. You'll like them plenty."

Anything but that.

It's a fight to keep my face neutral, but I can feel the muscles around my mouth tense, pressing my lips into a thin line, eyes widening.

"I just need you to supervise for the next few nights. Let them in at nine and let them back out when they're ready to leave. I'll do what I can to get someone to manage the day shifts, but..."

"Anything you need, Mr. Ngo," I say, and I mean it. Forget everything else. I can't keep him from Phan, and if that means working double- or triple-time to keep things running, so be it. I knew how to reach out to funeral homes and inform them of staffing changes, I had all our contractors' information on file. There was just one burial scheduled for the week, and I'd be able to manage that just fine. "You trained me on almost everything. I promise I can handle it."

It's like a massive weight falls off his shoulders, and he deflates with relief. "Thank you, Kaz. I can always trust you to take care of things."

"Any time. You look like you need sleep. Why don't you go home, and I'll take over for the day?"

"I have to schedule..."

"The tree trimming. I see the business card. Let me handle it. Okay?"

"Okay." He hesitates. "And if you need anything --"

"I'll call. I promise. You get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

I walk Mr. Ngo to his car and help him in, but he sticks his head out the window one more time. "You sure you can handle it on your own?"

"I promise not to raise the dead and unleash a horde of the undead on Stronte without you."

Finally convinced, Mr. Ngo shuts the door and turns on the car. I stand in the parking lot with as reassuring of a smile as I can manage, watching him go. But as soon as the car is out of sight, any hint of levity disappears, and I fight back a wave of nausea.

Shit shit shit shit.

The Haunted Archivists hadn't told him about last night, which was good. My job here has never been at risk, but I would prefer that not to change any time soon. But there was no way to avoid them in plain daylight now. I could try to pretend that it hadn't been me last night, crouched behind a gravestone and sabotaging their work, but I could also pretend I was ten feet tall with wings and extra eyes.

I drag my sorry ass back to the office, and sit down at the desk to review the notes. It's easy to tell my chicken scratch from his perfectly-formed blocky lettering, and I sort out the various to do lists and notifications. It's hard to focus on work, my mind constantly drifting back to the inevitable meeting where I'd have to face the Haunted Archivists and admit that, yep, the assistant groundskeeper was in fact their local nemesis -- who, by the way, was so very, very sorry about last night, and, hey, can I buy all of you a coffee?

Ugh.

Schedules. Notes. The headstones had just been cleaned, so I didn't have to tend to them for another week or two. I'd have to survey the damage from the rains last night, however, and see if any burial plots were loosened and needed to be tamped back down. The diggers were coming tomorrow to prepare a new grave for the burial, and so on and so forth. It wasn't exactly easy to fall into the routine of paperwork at the best of times. I hated sitting still for long periods of time without something interesting to do, but I couldn't let things slip even an inch this week. Mr. Ngo worried about everything far too much, and the last thing I wanted was to distract him from his wife.

By the time afternoon rolled around, I had gotten most of the necessary paperwork done, which meant I was free to step outside and answer a few basic questions for visitors about the historical significance of this headstone or that unmarked grave. It wasn't officially part of my job. We had a few part-time volunteers to act as docents and tour guides to those who were interested, but I'd been here for three years and learned more than enough to fill in. 

Everyone asks about Lucille Blue. Have we seen her, when does she come out, what does she look like. But I've lived here almost five years now, walking through the graveyard to get to class if not working here outright, and I'd never seen a single orb, much less a full-body specter. I tell them as much every time.

[transition here.]

I had hoped to get a chance to talk to the team first. Step up, hold out my hand, and make my case with a friendly smile. So it was more than a little troublesome that they found me in the office instead, pulling me out of my apology rehearsals. And though I've got the nicest, sweetest smile plastered on my face when I greet them, they recognize me immediately.

"Hi." I wave. It's pathetic.

"Hi." Lourdes looks me up and down, not the least bit impressed. "We're looking for Kaz Pine. Quoc said we'd be working with her for the rest of the week."

"That would be me."

"Of course it is."

"Listen, about last night --"

[She's super unhappy]

"If it would make you feel any better, I could get on my knees and grovel?" I don't often wish I could melt into a puddle and disappear, but this felt like an appropriate moment.

"Look, we had an interview scheduled with Quoc today. Are you gonna be normal if I ask you to fill in?"

"I've literally never been normal in my life."

"Great."

Great.

Though I call it a graveyard, this is technically a cemetery, which means there's a church on the grounds. Funerals would be held by the local priest, and a grave digger would manage the burial itself. The church fell to ruin during the industrial revolution. With a population boom, the townsfolk commissioned a new church, and left this one to the elements.

Nowadays, the church is mostly used by squatters and dumb kids who think it's a cool place to hang out and summon ghosts or take photos of each other. I've seen a few people try to call themselves urban explorers for going inside, but really, they're just idiots walking around the DO NOT ENTER signs and risking a broken neck when they descend the old wooden stairs to the cellar. If they'd just wait for a tour guide, we could at least take them a safer route.

I take the Haunted Archivists to the side door and let them scout the [apse? main room] for the best lighting before sitting down to talk with them. I go over a basic history of the town and the cemetery itself, plus a few fun stories I'd heard from over the years.

"It's normal for people to take a shortcut from the residential area to the local university, or just spend time here, since it's part of the historical tours they give on the weekends. One of my old professors claimed to be haunted a couple years ago. A full-body specter of a child would follow him from one side of the graveyard to the other, and show up at the edge of his bed in the middle of the night. It got so bad that he called in a priest to help banish the dead, but not before a couple of students tried to host a seance."

"Did they find anything?" Mick asks.

"Nah. One of them -- uh." I hesitate, feeling a grimace twist my expression. "Sorry, one sec." I take a second to clear my throat, and school my expression back into something that couldn't be described as I didn't mean to mention my ex girlfriend and feel sick to my stomach now.

"You okay?"

I make a different face, and aim finger guns his way. And then, finally, I manage to recover and start over. "One of them says she saw a shadowy figure walking around in the background, but it was hard to make out any details. Just that they were too tall to be a child."

"It wasn't just a local in the cemetery at night?" I don't miss the pointed edge to the question.

"No. We didn't have a night crew at the time, and no-one else saw the figure."

"So what happened?"

"Don't know. The story kind of died down after the priest showed up, but the professor seemed to be sleeping better at least."

Mick nodded, and reviewed his notes.

"Can you give us your version of Lucille's story?"

"Don't you guys usually cover that with some aesthetic stock footage and animation?"

"For our notes, please."

Ugh. But I do as he asks. "Lucille, born Lucille Cooper, moved here with her family not long after the civil war. They just finished a railroad at the base of the mountains, and the town's population was growing fast. She met a clerk, James Blue, and they fell in love. According to legend, it was love at first sight. The newspapers say it was a three-month courtship, or whatever the equivalent was at the time, but on the day they were to be married, someone found James' body in the woods. Lucille was heartbroken, and the mayor allowed her family to sign the marriage contract for her, allowing them to be married in the eyes of the law, if not god. She wore full mourning for six months, starting to sleepwalk and getting weaker with grief. One night, her mother forgot to lock her bedroom door, and they found Lucy the next morning, curled up on James' grave, dead."

"How did she die?"

"Nobody knows. She was sickly, but not to the point of death. And there was no sign of violence either. Her clothes were rumbled, but not torn or stained. Even her mourning veil was only a little creased. There were rumors she might have poisoned herself, but nobody wanted to believe Lucille could do something like that."

"What then?"

"Then, the Blue family had her buried besides James, but there's not a single record of his ghost ever being seen. Legend has it, Lucille's still here, waiting for her husband to guide her into the next life. For the past hundred-fifty years or so, people claim to see her in her mourning gown, waiting by her grave or walking around."

"Have you ever seen her?"

I shrug -- then jump as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out without thinking, and swallow the sudden surge of emotion. Josie's name sits on my screen, leaving me nauseated with a swirl of hope and dread in turn.

3:00? is all she's sent.

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so leg prosthetics au right? I'm a BIG FAN of all the duality in trigun so I feel like it would be really cool for there to be that contrast between different elements of vash's backstory and his injurys. since vash lost his arm to knives protecting plants and humans ,showing his dedication to peace and love and also his self-sacrificing tendencies, I really like the idea of vash loosing his legs in a similar way, but at the hands of humans.

[ok imma give this a quick lil content warning cuz it's kinda body horror/generally kinda messed up? so yeah readers discretion advised keepy yourself safe 💜]

what if plants have a natural instinct to give? we've seen that they're sentient, so it would make sense for them to have some kind of reason to just chill in tanks and let humans take advantage of their abilities. hence, plants naturally want to give. and vash, being a plant, isnt exempt from this. he gives himself away in everything he does. bending over backwards for everyone he meets, even to the point of snapping his own spine. never complaining, never asking for thanks, or even thinking he's deserving of it.

so what does a young vash, tiny and alone and reeling from the crash, from his brothers betrayalmurdersin left me, nai left me alone, I have nothing he took everything Iwannagohome, tiny vash, so alone, so desperate to atone, come across a town. a town that's plant is dead he couldn't save them, not himself, not the ships, not rem, not nai. if he'd been betterfasterstongersmarter . . . their plant is dead they killed it. the last run. he'd seen it. he knows they did. he can't say no, their plant is dead and soon they will be too and it would only be for a little while, just to get by, please we need your help he sees the way their smiles don't quite reach their eyes. sees how they're tears arent quite real. he tells himself it doesn't matter. this is his atonement. his punishment he says yes. he says of course. he says I'll help however I can whatever you need.

it's to late for a mechanic. they need a plant.

he says yes anyway. they wouldn't right? they'll be kind.

theres no room for kindness when people are so thirsty.

he's to tall to fit in the tank. so they make him fit. generators don't need legs.

he's there for so long. vash loses track of how long he's in the tank for. days? weeks? years?

his marking spread. feathers molt off generators don't fly

they clip his wings. generators dont need to run, fly, walk.

they get another plant, eventually. he's still in the tank.

they said they'd let him go. it's fine. it's ok. they must still need him, populations gorow after all. he ignores his sister screaming in his head. he tells her it's fine! they need me here more than I need to be anywhere else (he'd rather be anywhere else. he wants to go home. he doesnt want to do this anymore but he hastohastohastogivegivegivegiveGIVEREPENT)

he learns to breath liquid. he learns to float and provide and it's ok. its not. he's getting weaker and weaker. he can't give what they're asking

his sister is dying. it's his fault if he was betterfasterstonger he could take the burden from her, make more, GIVE more. he doesn't think about how he's already giving everything how they've taken everything

his sister is dying. they don't realize it yet he can help he can save her he knows he can he's done it so many times it's all hes good for all he can do heneexstohelplethimhelplethimhelpherplease.

for the first time since they put him in here, vash cries. he pounds the glass with the only limb he has left weak and atrophied from disuse weak just like the rest of him uselessuselessuseless. when his arm gives out he uses his head. banging the glass, filling the tank with red red like geraniums red like the last run red tanks mean death death deathmurder nai

they don't listen. his bubbling screams in the tank are distracting apparently, so they muzzle him.

he watches as she dies. his sisters last run fuels their holiday light show.

vash cries. his tears lost in the fluid of the tank.||

more time passes. the plant operators get bored. they've never had an independent before. they want to research. they want to open, cut, understand.

more time. floating. creating. being sucked dry, not that vash would think of it that way. he CAN'T. can't think of it that way, it would mean it was all for nothing. it would mean nai was right. it would mean they leftfoughtbleddied for nothing oh god what has he done, what have they done

nai comes to town. vash can feel him, in his mind, in their bond. he tries to tell his brother to run.

nai hears his brother. his twin. his angel. his other half. in a nowhere town in this forsaken desert. he hears vash cry, beg nai to leave. he tracks his angel down, finds the plant operation. he sees the tank. he sees the angel floating.

he sees vash smile.

how dare they how dare they WHAT HAVE THEY DONE HE KNEW THEY WERE GREEDY AND CRUEL AND ABHORRENT BUT WHATHAVETHEYDONE

Millions Knives razes the city to the ground.

vash cries for them. for the monsters that did this to him.

vash begs their forgiveness

nai knows then and there, his brother will never take his revenge on these parasites because that's what they are. they were given the blessing of an angel, and they tore his wings off. like the legends of old, humans would always be Icarus, flying to the sun by any means necessary, clipping others wings to fly themselves that much quicker to their meaningless deaths. they forced nais brother to be their wings, so knives will be the hellfire that melts their wax and throws them to the damned earth they came from. no, vash won't take revenge.

so millions Knives will do it for him.

[pseudosis]

Thinking of teasing Zuko about what positions you're going to peg him in. You recall all the moments he fucked you until you were cross eyed, and how he should get to experience it as real as you do.

How you want to have him doggy style, on his hands and knees forced into a delicious arc. How you might let him drop his hips to rut the bed, whining when you hit his g spot. How you want his legs on your shoulders, pressing down into him until he can feel it in his throat. How you want him to ride you, put on a show just for you. How you'll bite at the nipples hovering over your face, chuckling at the gasp that escapes him

Until he can still feel the imprint of your dick even after you took it out. Until he's covered in hickies and shaking legs.

Until he's still red in the face tomorrow, when he has to cancel the meetings for the week, because he cant move to sit on the cross legged throne

-🌸

Zuko getting on top is just setting us up for failure because he’s like damn near a hundred pounds heavier from pure muscle. But if it means getting crushed, I’ll endure it. (😭😋)

Thinking about having revenge now that you’re the one in charge, all the times he’s fucked you like some plaything until you coughed up his name like vomit, been fucked in ways your stomach could barely support, countless of times you’ve been used in every type of way possible, you thought this was the perfect chance to give him a piece of what he gave to you before.

He has hand marks imprinted on his ass, more than blushing red littered over in stark contrast to his pale skin. His face being shoved into the pillows as he huffed and puffed in timing with your every thrust, his face scrunched up as soon as you hit his g spot, making him start to curl up and cry trying to writhe away from you. But you advanced forward to pin his neck down to the bed and put your entire body into your stable movements.

Zuko is rendered helpless as he took every last inch of your dick inside of him, pleading through tears and a clogged up throat to give him some type of relief for his untouched sex. It grew painful harder and twitched more violently the more you denied him, yanking his hair to force his head up and let everyone around hearing their Firelord begging for release. He was fucked like that for some time, he had to force out a loud curse from hugging around the strap drunkenly.

You flipped him over onto his back to plow him down with his ankles positioned on your shoulders since he wasn’t that flexible as you were. His eyes lolled back and some drool seeped itself from his open and dry mouth. Nothing more could come from him other than hoarse crying and cursing, bending him backwards further and further until your nose was flush on his. You were crushing his dick in between your nearly connecting stomachs, feeling the toy bulge through his nearly translucent skin.

“Look at you, my pretty boy all bent up and needy. Tell mommy what you need?”

Zuko could barely even utter the words he wanted to say, his parted, swollen lips a deep red, and his handsome golden eyes gone teary and pink. Dropping the kind facade, you lean back to slap him silly, leaving a handmark on his face and letting him sob pathetically. But he keeps staring into your eyes with a certain glint that’s hinting to you that he in fact loved that, so you did it again. The wetness of his tears accumulating on the underside of your hand, moving to angle in so much deeper he swore he could taste you in the back of his mouth.

You continued on to order him to get on top and ride your dick, and obediently he moves to sink down on it until his body was pressed down on your pelvis. Groping at his ass to guide his slow, beginner ministrations, he lowered his body down enough until his nipples weren’t too far away from your mouth. Taking the opportunity to really feel him up and sucking one of the pretty buds, just to hear him whine and struggle to tell you to keep going. The warm lube falling out of his asshole and glazing down the small fake veins in the toy.

It’s been a hard time sitting on anything solid recently. But it feels amazing limping around from you.

[myshredda]

been thinking about pink, i just want her to be safe in a legitimate way and my brain wont shut up about it and cult-like mindsets are insidious so here has been me working through how to express that in an ask format: the premise: duck is a bitter old man with a hedgehog dilemma so would still be curt and direct about his boundaries, but has finally been allowed to soften up thanks to the time taken to prove that they are all finally safe and slowly trust building and learning to communicate.

So seeing that the pink one needs help obviously he would jump to do that but then consider what sudden and all radical need for affection would do to someone not quick to trust? So I think he would be really blunt about setting healthy boundaries in his usual curt and direct way, and red would argue with him having a much different style of being easy going and caving in to spoiling everyone that he would call him mean and try to get him to loosen up. And just in thinking about what these cults do to people psychologically, pink would have to overcome alot of "people pleasing" instincts that have either been exacerbated or entirely groomed into her, with the main pervasive thought being "if im not loved by someone, I'm worthless as a person" and then go out of their way to just bend over backwards for the first person to give a crumb of kindness. So if they are gunna be (rightful) disgusted by her acting in the ways shes been groomed to preform, theres a whole process of just teaching her that she gets to say no to things and that there are different kinds of "no" :

"alright thats enough" "not right now" "slow down" "please stop" "i never want that to happen (preemptively)" "this can never happen again (but i accept your apology and i trust you to be around me)" And there is alot of ways to flavor words like that and expand upon it so someone like duck would find the most aggressive and insulting ways to say these things ahahhHahHahaha and then be au character developed into a kinder version or have red be the mellow interpreter to it all

Because something that gets overlooked with "people pleasers" is the terrifying fear of the word "no" from both ends, being rejected being a catastrophic world ending event, and to ever say no would make you god any number of things depending on the flavor of damage: "one of THOSE girls" "god your so mean" "just give it a chance, your so demanding" and whatever else dismissive things that people say when you are finally brave enough to speak up about boundaries. ANYWAYS THATS THE END OF THE TOPIC I HAVE BEEN HYPER FIXATED ON THINKING ABOUT HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WITH IT~ 🦖🦴

God everything about this is so perfect!

I think you're right protaining to Pink being a default people pleaser because of the cult and how it would be easier for her to survive in that environment if she just stayed quiet and did whatever people wanted her to do. And it would make TOTAL sense that Duck's crotchety nature and gruff way of setting his own personal boundries (ie: not being disrespected) would be the perfect way for her to learn about unwavering consent and how to react when her own comfort is compromised!

Red would probably want to be 'softer' with her, but I think she'd need a more strong example from Duck. Like I love Red but his laid-back, apathetic nature isn't really a great example for a girl that's trying to learn how to be alive without being pushed around, especially when Red himself is very susceptible to peer pressure and letting others make decisions for him (the twins convincing him he's not in the right family, the fax machine + waste basket convincing him to fire Duck, the photographer for his family photo telling him to stop smiling so much)

He'd definitely show her how to be direct with her intentions, even if he has to do so by being a little strict with her at first, (in his weird kind of nice/rude bitchy way) along side his constant insistence that she's never going to have to love people if she doesn't want to, not even him! (which is a huge step for his own personal growth due to his 'I need everyone to think I'm the best' complex) but him saying she doesn't have to love him would just make her like him more I think. His gruff way of showing boundaries with her would mainly result in her feeling even safer around him + the clump, but it would also help her learn to deal with the outside world and a new "no" vocabulary!

[dreams-of-valeria]

CHAPTER FIVE

| Series: The Glass Cage Epidemic | Pairing: Evan Peters OC x FOC | Warnings: Obscene language, smut | Word count: 1,932 | Rated: Explicit | Book mentioned: The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa |

I didn’t see him again until two days later. 

It was a regular busy day at the bakery, but not as hectic with Ava there. It dawned on me late that we hadn’t exchanged any means of communication, which got me thinking that he’d done it on purpose. So I did what I usually did in such situations. Brood.

Around 9 pm after everyone had left, just as I was about to lock up, I saw his smirking face at the counter. 

“Hey,” he slurred, face red and bloated.

Two days of radio silence and he shows up drunk and hits me with a sleazy hey. I didn’t know if I was truly upset despite being happy to see him again, but I would rather be damned if I didn’t let him know I was upset.

“What do you want?” I breathed, scrubbing the counter.

“I got our next read,” he smirked again and thumped a book on the countertop. It was tattered and I didn’t look.

“Atticus, you’re drunk.”

“I’ve only had one drink.” he scowled, blew raspberries and then laughed.

“Go home,” I said sternly, not fully believing it. There was no way he’d make it home. I wasn’t even sure how he got here.

“No, I need you,” he said through a hiccup and made his way around the counter.

“I need to be inside you, you’re so warm,” he whispered, leaning his face into my neck.

I steadied him by my hand, making him keep some distance between us despite that little gesture having a disproportionate effect. 

“I need-I need you to read to me and rub my head and put me to bed.” He looked up at me with glassy eyes. What exactly had he taken?

“I’m calling you a cab.”

“No!” he cried, and hesitated before lightly brushing my cheek with his fingers. “Please. I need you.”

I caved.

Getting him upstairs was a feat by itself, but a bigger feat was the one my spine was doing, bending over backwards to accommodate him. Was it the please? Was it that I need you that convinced me? I didn’t know him, yet he felt so familiar over the span of a day. I should be mad, right? At least he’d shown up after all the patrons had left. 

He sighed when his head hit the pillow, and I took off his shoes.

“Have you eaten anything?”

“Sandwich. I’m hungry.”

I wasn’t sure if he answered my question or was requesting one.

“I have some ramen.” 

“No, you, Cleopatra. I’m hungry. Come sit on my face.” 

I don’t know if it was the way he slurred and got my name wrong, or how his eyes were half closed, mouth drooling, but it made me titter. 

I brought him a glass of water and got him to sit up with difficulty, promising that I’d sit on his face after he finished the water.

He took his time but downed it, but his head kept lolling. God, how much did he drink? Was this a regular thing? I didn’t like the prospect of a man not knowing his own limits.

“Read to me.”

“After you wake up.”

“No, now. It’s important.”

“It can wait until morning. I need you to sleep now, ok?”

“It’s hot.”

“I know,” I sighed and helped him shrug his jacket and shirt off. He tried to kiss me a couple of times, thinking it was leading elsewhere, and I got strong notes of whiskey off his breath. It smelled expensive.

After a lot of grunting, I managed to get his pants off, and he lay eagle sprawled on the bed in his boxer shorts with half an erection, mouth hanging open. What was I doing?

I sat by his side and steadied his head on the pillow. I decided I’d let him rest tonight. Tomorrow, we were going to have a talk. 

“Read to me,” he said again, eyes struggling to stay open.

“I will, tomorrow.” 

“It’s our book. Read it to me, cherie.”

I snorted. 

“Tomorrow, I promise.” I whispered, brushing his hair past his ears. I’d fought the impulse to brush it off his ears since I’d noticed, and finally gave in. It would annoy the heck out of me. Why didn’t it bother him? I noticed how his hair was rough at the ends, probably from all the repeated bleaching and dyeing. There was no way this was his natural hair colour. I wondered why he dyed it. It hit me that I could ask him anything. Tomorrow morning, he’d wake up with a massive hangover, but also guilt and a feeling like he owed me. And I would cash that without regret. He was a strange, curious man.

“That’s what you said last time,” he mumbled.

“I know,” I humoured him and pushed the hair past his forehead. The roots were damp with sweat.

“You wore a designated driver t-shirt and skinny jeans.”

I paused. 

Atticus turned his head and looked at me. He didn’t blink.

“Under that, you wore a Super Mario bra and black panties. You were a freshman at my graduation party. We made love in my dorm room. You let me come inside you. Twice.”

My frown got deeper as he continued.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” He chuckled. “We talked all night. You were the best I’ve ever had on both counts.”

My throat dried. For what felt like a minute, I couldn’t speak. And then weakly, I managed.

“Ace Harrington?”

“Ding, ding, ding,” his voice trailed off, and a moment later, he slipped off into sleep with the ghost of a victorious smile on his lips.

***

Needless to say, I didn’t get any sleep after that.

So instead, I kept myself busy with the tattered copy of The Memory Police he’d brought with him, the same book I was reading the night we met, 8 years ago. I felt enough guilt for both of us. He’d looked so different in college. I vaguely remembered running my hands through his brown curly hair and touching his beardless face as I was on top of him. But in my defence, I’d only known him that one night. But it was substantial. We’d talked a lot that night, conversations I never had with anyone else since. I should have remembered.

For an entire hour or so, I just watched him sleep. I had so many questions flying in my head, like dragonflies beating their wings. The noise soon got deafening. I made a mental list of what I wanted to ask him, but for the time being, I just stared. As the minutes went by, I realised he’d tried to make me remember since we met two days ago. The mention of culinary school, even that implication of hookups in college. He tried. I just failed to see it.

He rarely stirred in his sleep; whether this was a regular thing or a result of his alcoholic stupor, I did not know. But he didn’t look like he was at peace. A frown or grimace stayed almost the entire time I watched him, like he was constantly having unpleasant dreams. The lines of his face that formed his signature scowl had deepened and formed permanent landmarks on his otherwise smooth face. My hand went to it of its own volition to brush the silver hair off his forehead, but stopped short. I was terrified of waking him, and not because I’d break his sleep. I was terrified of facing reality when we both breathed the same air of knowledge. I rather preferred this moment suspended in time, where I could reflect in his presence and not have him participate. And I intended to stretch it as long as I possibly could. 

I was so repelled by the thought, that around the early hours of dawn, when I imagined he’d usually awaken, I migrated to the kitchen and brewed the best coffee I had. I only brewed it when I happened to wake up early and didn’t feel lazy. So I had quite a lot in stock. I slept in on most Sundays until noon and then never left my apartment. I used to keep the bakery open on Sundays too before, but it started to feel like my entire life revolved around this building and instead, I decided to shut it down once a week and stay in my apartment above the bakery instead. I hear it. But a change of place was monumentally comforting to me in some sense.

I froze when I felt his breath on my neck. 

I expected his arms to wrap around me, I needed them to, but he only rested his chin on my shoulder and asked, “Are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?” I breathed shallow, afraid that too big a movement would make him lift his head. The weight was oddly comforting. Made me feel grounded. This was the very reason I couldn’t hold someone and sleep. I’d soon end up breathless. My lung capacity was tenuous as it was.

“Because I showed up drunk to your house with no explanation?” His body leaned into my back. I resisted the urge to turn around and kiss him. 

“Only seems fair after I did the same thing to you last time.” I breathed, bringing it up myself. No use dodging it. I was afraid it would insult him.

I felt his breath pause on my neck. “You remember?”

I sighed and turned around. “Of course I do. You just look . . ” I raised my hand to tousle his hair. He smiled. “ . . . different.”

“New haircut.” he smirked, making me chuckle.

“How did you find me?”

He blinked, like of all the questions he was expecting me to ask, this wasn’t on the docket.

“I didn’t,” he shrugged and hopped up on the counter next to the stove. “Totally random.”

For the next minute, we just stole glances, in light of new realisations. The air felt tense, like it would soon be broken by a question, but it was like neither of us could decide which one held top priority. When our eyes met, we’d smile sheepishly.

The coffee pinged in his readiness, behind him. I gestured with my hands to give way, but he simply nodded at it. “Go ahead.”

I saw it coming, but I still giggled when he trapped me between his legs.

“You still smell like booze.” I commented when he kissed me. 

“Post audit party. I don’t usually partake, but Brendan said it would give me courage so . . .” he shrugged and kissed me again. I tasted mouthwash. It pleased me that he always washed up before we kissed.

“Courage?” I echoed.

“Yeah, to confess that we knew each other,” he cleared his throat and leaned away. “In hindsight, I realise it wasn’t the most delicate way to break it to you and I’m sorry for that.”

“Why are you sorry? I was the one who didn’t recognise you.”

“I don’t know, I felt guilty having those intimate memories of us while you were unaware. Like I was a pervert.”

I tittered. “Right, you clearly have the face of a pervert.”

His features twisted into a louche expression, pulling another bout of giggles from me. I rolled the hem of his boxers between my fingertips as I readied myself. The hard cords of his thigh flexed beneath my touch.

“I’m sorry too.”

Atticus smiled in reply and pulled me into an embrace. “I know.”