#why did I ever think slicked back hair looked good on him 😭😭

[deadlycupid]

how I draw Nico 2020-2023

alternativ title: how my art style changed based on Nico

honestly good thing is that at least Nico is always the same, longer hair, freckles and an emotionless/mean face

should I make something like this for Tommy too?

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[hitomisuzuya]

this is gonna b a very self indulgent req.. bear with me here, also happy birthday!! ☺️

i was thinking like a mix of rough but soft dom scara i love ur soft dom scara fics <3 with breeding and creampie kink pls, but also v fluffy aftercare at the end. like lots of kisses and hugs, a lot of smut fics i like never rly have it written, and the aftercare oneshot/drabble u did w scara i rly liked

i hope this isnt too much 😭 im not that picky when it comes to fics so i dont rly ever write reqs but i love ur work so i took the chance ! have a good bday !!!!

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Breeding kink. Creampie. Degradation. Soft/rough Dom! Scaramouche. Aftercare at the end❤️

For the rest of my requests with Happy Birthday in them, I am banking those birthday wishes away for next year 👉👈 I have been meaning to write more aftercare🥺

"That's right, you just keep looking at me just like that," Scaramouche's hand caressed your cheek. The look of worship of in your eyes as you turned your cheek into his hand sent an erotic thrill straight to his hard cock. You shivered as the comforting blanket of his dominance washed over you.

Scaramouche loves to bask in your worship for him, and you enjoyed basking in his dominance.

He brushed some hair out of your eyes, skimming his thumb under your eye before caressing his way down your body. You let out a soft moan, moving your body into his touches. You were craving any little touch he would provide you.

Wanting to see you curl into his touch again, his hand travelled further down your body. His caress on your stomach reminded him of the true goal. The reason why his cock was straining hard to be stuffed to the hilt inside you: to breed you.

Breed you so thoroughly that would inevitably drip from your hole. A pocket of cum would lead to a belly swollen with something else. He got harder just thinking about it.

Growing impatient, Scaramouche possessively caressed your stomach before moving down between your legs. His finger found your clit, pulling a soft gasp of pleasure from you as his finger wagged and circled the sensitive nub.

He gathered the slick rapidly pooling onto your pussy onto his index finger. His cock pulsed harder seeing you eagerly grind your hips into his finger. "So wet it's pathetic," He taunted, pushing his finger inside.

His back handed taunt made your walls squeeze on his finger. Smirking, he pumped it in and out of you a few times, his eyes glued to the way your juices made his finger glossy. "You are suffocating my finger, kitten," He said, swallowing a moan as he pushed in a second finger.

You gasped in pleasure as he scissored your walls apart. Your hand went to his wrist, squeezing it so he would push his fingers deeper inside of you. You struggled to form words feeling his fingers curl into your sweet spot.

"Shh, it's okay, kitten," Scaramouche cooed almost condescendingly, increasing the pace of his fingers. "I need to stretch you out so I can fill you to the brim," He drank in the way you struggled not to shake from the jolts of pleasure as his palm rubbed over your clit.

Your hand tightened on his wrist as he angled his fingers up to nudge against your sweet spot, making stars burst behind your eyes. Your toes curled as you bucked your hips up into his thrusts. He chuckled when you could barely form syllables.

"Already cock drunk and my cock isn't even inside you yet," He added a third finger, making you writhe as his fingers rubbed on a sensitive spot. "Start singing, slut. Tell me how much you want to be stretched and filled," He hissed firmly, groaning as your walls clutched tighter.

"Please, please," His fingers curling extra into your sweet spot shocked you into speaking. "Cum inside and breed me please," You pleaded around strained moans, earn you a faster pace that made his fingers squelch in and out of your sopping cunt.

"Say pretty please," Scaramouche had this incredible ability to purr commands. He pulled your hair, gently yanking your head back. Your cheeks flushed with further adoration as you sat up, your legs shaking as you bucked into his fingers.

You reached around to put your hand on the back of his head. "Pretty please cum inside of me," You ran your fingers through his hair, practically making him purr softly. His cock strained harder as you delivered a few submissive kitten licks to his mouth.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, he roughly pushed you back down on the bed. His cock needed to buried inside of you now. He hastily drapped one of your legs over his shoulder, bending your knee towards your chest, giving him better leverage to fuck his cock to the hilt inside of you.

He groaned as he pushed his cock inside, shuddering in pleasure as it sank into your tight warmth. "Fucking hell, get pregnant," He bottomed out with a determined snap of his hips.

The louder moans tearing from your throat as he picked up a pace that was a unique blend of gentle but dominant made his cock throb harder inside of you. "Cry for me," He moaned, his hand hovering over your throat for a moment before dipping down to rub your clit. "Moan and squirm while I breed you, whore."

Scaramouche's mouth watered seeing the buldge poking up on your stomach. Your body twitched in pleasure as his cock head hit into your sweet spot. The building intensity of your orgasm stacked with each thrust, making your head spin and tears well into your eyes.

"Please, please, please," You babbled, your fingernails scratching at his skin as you struggled to anchor yourself on him somehow, your breasts bouncing from his thrusts. His fingers pinching and rubbing over your clit snapped the coil of your orgasm.

He grit his teeth as your pussy clenched around his cock, begging to milk him empty inside of you like he promised to do. Satisfied with reducing you to the state he'd demanded of you, his thumb brushed a few tears away from your eyes. His thrusts turned sloppy for a few beats, lost in the feeling of your cum flooding his cock.

Scaramouche leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate, open mouthed kiss. He pushed his tongue the into your mouth to muffle his moans. "Such a good girl," His teeth bit gently at your lips, "taking my cock so well."

You mewled in such sweet bliss into his mouth as his cock ribboned cum inside of you. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, intent on fucking his cum deep inside of you. It was a long few moments before his hips slowed to a stop, his eyes feasting on his cum trickling from your hole.

"Thank you," He murmured, burying his face into your neck as he pulled out "for letting me be so rough with you," He nuzzled against your neck. You put a hand on the back of his head, stroking your fingers through his hair.

You smiled, your body limp and exhausted hearing him purr softly in your ear. "Who knows, maybe I will get pregnant," You swore you thought you heard him purr a little louder.

"Don't you move," He said as he sat up. You watched him get out of bed, and pull some sweat pants on. "Let's run you a warm bath, and treat you to a massage while we soak," He disappeared into the bathroom.

He emerged a few minutes later, the water running in the tub with pleasant scents following him out. He scooped you bridal style off the bed and carried you to the bathroom.

You sighed, feeling yourself melt as he put you down into the water. He quickly shed his sweats and got in behind you. He set his beautiful fingers to work on your sore muscles. His line of thinking was that more relaxed you were after being bred, the better the chances of the satisfying goal. His hand dipped into the water to caress your stomach.

[ador3him]

OKAYY HEAR ME OUT

dtk & reader hcs! but they are all friends, how do you think they would be if they hooked up with reader and got insanely pussy whipped by them 😭 LMAOOO , like they just get completely obsessed after the hookup

- 👻😁

pairing: dtk x reader

requested? yes by 👻 my beloved

warnings: public stuff, smut!

authors note: I didn't know if you meant like smut involved but I kinda incorporated it in, if you want something else just lmk, this is just how I interpreted it!!

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DREAM

Dream gasped for air as he moved away from yn lips. His cock pulsed again even after two rounds. Dreams cock pressed against yn slick pussy. He began to grow again and moaned into her neck. "Dream I can't do anymore," she moaned out at the feeling of his growing cock. "That's okay," he mumbled. He reached down to just feel her pussy. He covered his hand over it feeling it's warmth.

-

"yn, what are you doing tonight?" Dream asked as all their friends sat around in the dream team living room. "nothing, why?" She smiled at him. "I was wondering if you wanted to?" He looked her up and down trying to hint. "I thought what you guys did was just a hookup?" Sapnap butted in. "It was, I just, I really liked it," Dream blushed. "Dude you're so fucked," Sapnap laughed and pointed down at Dreams obvious bulge.

SAPNAP

"I couldn't take my lips off her clit. It was so sweet and the sight. Oh my god," sapnap moaned at the memory of yn squirting all over Sapnap's face as he ate her out. "You've been talking about her pussy for like an hour it's really weird," George cringed. "It was so good though," Sapnap thought back. "She's our friend shut up," George threw a pillow at his crotch.

Yn walked by towards the kitchen. "Yn, Sapnap won't stop talking about you guys having sex," George laughed. "Seriously? If you liked it that much you could've just said and we could've done it again." Yn shrugged her shoulders and continued to walk to the kitchen. "What, really?" Sapnap eyes widened. Yn nodded and Sapnap jumped up grabbing yn around the waist and pulling her towards his bedroom. "I have to make your pretty pussy squirt again,"

GEORGE

"that felt so good," George whispered and pressed a kiss on yn forehead as they laid entangled in each other and the sheets. "It was, thanks Georgie," yn smiled and began to get up. "Wait, where are you going?" George asked pulling her back down. "To my bedroom?" "No, stay!" George pleaded holding his arm around his waist snaking it into her panties. "I'll convince you," he mumbled pushing her down onto the bed.

George looked up to yn eyes from in front of her pussy. "Can I?" He asks politely, pressing a kiss over her panties. "Yeah," she moaned out. "Good," he almost ripped her panties and dove into her wetness.

-

Multiple orgasms later George stayed latched onto yn clit. Yn moaned loudly and tugged at his hair begging for him to stop. "can't, I love your pussy too much," he mumbled into her heat. "We get it, yn pussy is great but some of us are tryna sleep." Karl knocked on George's bedroom door as the guest bedroom is next to George's.

KARL

Karl and yn sat next to each other on the couch along with all their other friends. Karl's hand made its way under the blanket that they were sharing and onto her thigh. "Can I do this?" Karl whispered into her ear. Yn nodded absently not thinking much of it until he squeezed her thigh higher then usual. "What exactly are you doing?" She asked softly. "I can't stop thinking about you, ever since we, you know. I need it. Please." He mumbled into her ear kissing it slightly.

Yn opened her legs slightly trying to be discrete. All their friends knew they hooked up as Karl was completely enamored by yn afterwards. Completely smitten by the feeling. But that didn't mean they wanted everyone to know that innocent Karl was currently finger fucking yns tight, soaking pussy he was obsessed with. Without thinking Karl took his fingers out and placed them into his mouth licking his fingers clean. "Are you guys joking?" Dream groaned looking at the two.

[ctrlchar]

thinking about high sex with johnnie😮‍💨 i love your fics btw🙏

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a/n:YESSSS it would be so intimate and shit,also i wrote this high so if it’s a little off yk why😭

you and johnnie were sitting outside at his and Jake’s shared house. his lighter lied flat on the table as he took a large hit from the joint he had just lit before passing it to you.

bringing it to your lips you take in a smaller breath before breathing out the smoke, johnnie exhaling by the time you inhaled

“have you ever shotgunned before” he asks as he takes a hit from the joint between his fingers.

you shook your head no at his question sure you had seen it be done but you hadn’t tried it yourself.

he nods as he breathes the smoke out before handing the roll between his fingers to you. he tells you to take a hit and then blow the smoke into his mouth,soon after you bring the joint to your lips.

you took a hit and did as Johnnie said,you slowly exhaled into his mouth your lips barely touching.once you had pulled apart he inhaled before exhaling once again.

the two of you repeated this several times,giggling at ‘how close your lips were yet so far away’

by now the there was about quarter left and you and johnnie were already pretty fucked up and therefore decided to ash it before putting it back in a swishers bag

“m’ hungry” you say to johnnie as you stumble through the patio door that lead to the kitchen.

he follows you into the kitchen wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you while you searched the kitchen for food.

it’s not until then you feel his hard cock poking against your back side making you turn around with a giggle.

with his hands on your waist you placed your around his neck before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

the kiss grew more intense as the effects of the weed had now fully kicked in. after a couple more moments he pulled away,his lips were slightly swollen and he had a dazed look in his eyes

you had been pressed against the counter as johnnie tapped the sides of your thighs signaling for you to sit up on the counter.

you sat atop the counter before pulling johnnie into yet another kiss,this one more sensual and needy.

his lips trailed from your mouth to your neck as he began to suck gently on your sweet spot,leaving a hickey as he then slid his hands up your shirt resting them on your waist

“can i take this off baby?” he asks looking up at you to which you nod. he slides the shirt over your head,your breasts now visible to him. He groped your tits before placing small kisses down them.

you moaned softly before you softly spoken “johnnie please” you whined “i need you”

your words were enough for him to quickly rid himself of his pants as you did the same. he pulled your panties to the side,sliding his cock between your folds. coating his cock with your slick.

you let out a moan as he slowly slid into you,one of your hands holding onto the counter while the other held onto johnnie’s hair.

“feels so good” he practically whimpers into your ear as he burries his head in the crook of your neck.

the weed coursing through your veins heightened every feeling. you almost felt like you were floating as your boyfriend continued to ram his cock in and out of you.

your body began to grow limp as you told Johnnie you were close,which he could tell judging by the way you clenched around him.

it was so sloppy and you loved every second of it,you couldn’t tell if you loved him so much or if you were just really really high but johnnie looked ethereal,his hair sticking to his forehead as he kept rutting his hips in and out of you, the kitchen light behind him shadowing some of his features

within seconds you came all over Johnnie’s cock a loud moan eliciting as he came deep inside you,his cum dripping out of you and onto the surface below.

he pulled out despite you still clenching around him,his hands at your puffy cunt as he let the cum pool on his fingers before sliding it back inside of you

he then begins to pepper kisses along your thighs until he gets into his knees, his chin resting in between your legs as he looks up at you with needy eyes practically begging for you to give him just one more orgasm

[sun-kissy]

stars & spaghetti | r.b.

a/n: here i go again, not taking a break 😭 i swear i just needed to write this! thank you @lovemenotts for encouraging me to post it 🫶 i love you lily

tw: eating disorder recovery

Regulus knows where to find you, but he also knows better than to act like he was looking for you with two bowls of food in hand.

“Hey.”

You almost jump at the sound of his voice. You turn around from where you’re sitting on the porch, giving him a small smile. “Hi.”

His heart drops a little when he sees your face, with your sunken eyes and tired expression.

“I didn’t realize you were home already. Did you come through the back?”

He hums an affirmative, sitting down next to you on the steps leading out the house.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as you slouch onto the railing on your left, blankly staring out at the road. “How’s your day been?”

Regulus casually twirls his fork into the spaghetti in his bowl before bringing it to his mouth. Maybe he believes he’s being slick, you think, but it’s obvious that he’s got twice his usual serving.

“Today’s been fine, yeah. Just busy. How was work?”

He nods in response, “Good, actually. Mark finally sent me the files I needed to get that huge contract signed, and —” He presses his fork into the pasta again, but this time brings it up to your mouth (hoping you’re too distracted to mind).

His heart drops and how instantly you swerve backwards, almost crashing into the step behind you.

“Reg,” it comes out as a betrayed hiss. You take a shaky exhale before sitting back upright. “I don’t want any; I’ve eaten dinner already.”

“Have you?”

“Yes, I —“

“Then why’s the kitchen completely clean?”

Regulus never takes a harsh tone with you, and he wasn’t going to start now. There’s nothing but quiet, genuine concern in the way he asks. Guilt claws at the back of your throat anyway.

It was one of your worse days; thoughts of excessive calories and not having worked out being all you could think about. You’d stared at yourself in the mirror for what seemed like hours, cursing every flaw of your body and wondering why me.

Without your boyfriend home, it had just felt like there was no reason to fatten yourself.

“Hey,” Regulus mutters, laying his palm facing upwards on your lap. You take it. “You’re getting in your head again.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, lovely girl.” He reaches out to gently brush a stray hair away from your face. “But do you think you could try to eat something? Please?”

Your heart stops, and it’s like your mind is reeling back into its hiding spot already. No lies on the tip of your tongue.

“It doesn’t have to be a lot, dove, he continues quietly, rubbing your fingers. “Just a few bites. You need fuel, you know.”

Regulus is looking into your eyes with that silent look now, the one which makes you feel like he’d do just about anything to save you from yourself. You don’t think you could ever say no to him.

And it wasn’t like you’d eaten anything today. You were allowed this, for your boyfriend, right?

“Fine.”

He smiles softy and tugs you closer, stamping a kiss to the side of your forehead and picking up the bowl of pasta from beside him. “So, remember that bouquet I bought you last week?”

He starts to make casual conversation as he feeds you, and you do your best to listen. It goes all the way from those flowers were expensive! to maybe we should get a cat — or a new apartment — but NOT a dog.

The food gets lodged in your throat every now and then, but you force yourself to swallow. The ‘full’ feeling starts to creep up on you like your shadow.

Regulus can sense it. “Okay, but why the hell do you like dogs?”

You decide to indulge him and go off on a tangent about the fluffy beasts, which pulls your mind away from its dark corner. The conversation makes the chore of eating easier.

You’re sure he knows what he’s doing, but you’re going to let him anyway.

Before you know it, you’re laughing so hard you don’t even realize the bowl is empty. He stands up to put it away before you get the chance to think too hard about it.

Regulus sits back down next to you. He starts to tell you about the stars, then, and you listen intently. It’s late, but you wouldn’t know what time it is. Time didn’t exist in your little bubble.

At one point you’ve curled into him the furthest you can. Your eyelids are being pulled down by the weight of fatigue, his comforting presence lulling you closer towards sleep.

He thinks you don’t hear it when he murmurs a soft I’m proud of you. You do.

[81folklore]

lover - SCHUMACHER

pairings: mick schumacher x wordle!reader (fc: savannah delullo + pintrest)

summary: micks girlfriend always relates everything in her life to the three things she loves most; taylor swift, wordle and her boyfriend

authors note: this is probably one of the most niche things ive ever made but i absolutely love sav and her wordle content and i also love mick so why not put those together?? i dont even know how i thought of this but here it is😭

authors note 2: doesnt have all the pictures i wanted, but i needed this to be one part so i had to shorten it a bit. i ended up mainly using pintrest photos, but that was only because the sav photos i planned to use ended up being in posts i couldnt make due to the 30 picture limit. i actually think this is my favorite smau ive done so i hope you enjoy

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and everytime i look at you, its like the first time

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user11: beach being the wordle today was perfect pinned

yourusername: can confirm i was very happy

mickschumacher: good pictures...must be a pretty cool photographer😂

yourusername: ehh took some practice but he learnt from the best!😉

user82: you guys are so cute

user9: micks looking more and more like his dad everyday :')

user4: im so obessed with your tiktoks

user49: favorite wordle player

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you got that long hair, slicked back, white tshirt, and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

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user55: officially my favorite couple

user20: dont know who i want to be more

user32: so so cute

mickschumacher: 💚💚💚

user2: i love that she always includes that days wordles in her posts

user72: and if she can, she will relate it to a taylor lyric and make that her caption

user60: and she always tries to match the pictures to the word

user46: are those his dads glasses☹️

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youre a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town🎞️

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user8: micks smile AHHHHH

user92: im so obsessed with this post

user902: he looks SO GOOD

user65: i cant bresthe omg

mickschumacher: my favourite photographer

yourusername: my favourite muse

user7: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

user51: no bcs you just dont understand

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✨i can still make the whole place shimmer✨

HOLY WHAT IS MY LIFE??? so much happened within the span of a night and im in shock. first, TAYLOR SWIFT?? next SWIFT WORDLE ANSWER?? ON THE DAY OF MY CONCERT?? then I GOT THE 22 HAT?? EXACTLY 10 YEARS AFTER THE LAST PICTURE TOOK PLACE?? also lets all appreciate how good both taylor and mick look!!!!

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user4: YOU GOT THE HAT? IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

user6: you deserve the hat so much!!

user67: what was your reaction to the wordle?

yourusername: i actually did it in the stadium while waiting for taylor, i started freaking out i was so happy😭

user13: love your outifts! did you make both of them?

yourusername: i made micks and he made mine☺️

yourfriend2: im glad you both had fun

yourusername: mwah 💋

mickschumacher: thank you for choosing me to go with you

yourusername: why wouldnt i take my favorite person to see my other favorite person??

mickschumacher: love you

yourusername: love you🩵

user5: the IT couple

user85: i love seeing mick getting involved with her interests :(

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we could let our friends crash in the living room

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user56: oh my god oh my god

user52: theyre literally living taylor swift lyrics

user75: i cant cope

user79: THEY HAD A SLEEPOVER?? WITH THEIR GRID FRIENDS??

user20: seb definitly spun the wheel in twister

user59: definitly had a drink with him aswell😭

lewishamilton: thanks for having us💜

yourusername: always welcome with us lewis🩵

mickschumacher: can i go where you go?

yourusername: can we always be this closee?

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and at every table, ill save you a seat, lover...

m, you mean more to me than i will ever be able to put into words. the love i feel for you is something so special it feels wrong to just say 'i love you', it doesnt do it justice. you are my entire being and nothing i say or do will even amount to the way you make me feel

3 years ago, forever felt scary, forever felt terrifying, but how can forever be enough now? how will i ever have enough time with you? how will i ever have enough time to love you?

i would say 'take me out and take me home' but no matter where you take me i will always be home if im with you🏠

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mickschumacher: my favorite person

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mickschumacher: my one and only

yourusername: my lifeline

mickschumacher: forever with you sounds perfect

[cryptidghostgirl]

HOLY SHIT

I just got to reading the request you did for me

Aka Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

And I love it so much???

Like it's so good 😭

Don't wanna bother you with another request but could you do a part 2? I'm just curious on if the reader ever succeeds or if alastor ends up getting their marriage back lmao

A/N i’m so glad you liked it!! a number of people have been asking for a part two actually so of course :) Also this is my reminder that I am not a woman in stem but an enby in classics so I get science things wrong,, i’m very sorry.

Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2 (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Nothing I can think of please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 2,206

First Part: Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Master Lists:

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Hazbin Hotel Master List

"I can still be useful" Alastor told himself as he straightened the lapels on his jacket, "She still needs me."

Alastor leaned into the mirror, slicking his hair back just the slightest bit.

"Yes." he nodded to his reflection.

Taking a deep breath, Alastor stepped out into the hall. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Y/n had never caused anxiety to rule his being before, so why was it happening now?

Since her arrival at the hotel, she had stayed locked in her room. Two whole days had gone by and the demon avoided everyone and everything. It was not unexpected or out of the blue, she had always favored her own company above anyone else's but, Charlie was growing tense. She had asked Alastor to help bring their newest guest out of her shell, hoping their shared past would cause his attempts to be more fruitful than her own had been. For some odd reason, Alastor had agreed.

Fondness was the trouble. He was fond of Charlie, and he had always had a bit of a soft spot for Y/n. She had been his wife for christ's sake, there was no way he couldn't have fostered some sort of affection for the wildly brilliant and creative girl.

Before he really realized it, Alastor was at the door to Y/n's room. She had taped a sheet of loose leaf to the door. Keep Out had been written on it in all caps, in her familiar, messy handwriting. Alastor's smile softened slightly at the sight.

Y/n had not haunted his thoughts, had not been an obsession, since his arrival in Hell. While he had recalled her with warmth and a slight smile, even looked for her in Hell on occasion, she had mostly stayed out of his mind after his death. Alastor had had bigger things to deal with, more important occupations of his time. He had had plans. He still had plans but, everything had seemed to change the second Y/n had appeared and nearly flat out told him she didn't care about him.

Alastor was nothing if not prideful. His image, his sense of self, his power, it all played in to the idea of himself in his head. He had figured that through the years of their arrangement, the strange woman had come to harbor some sort of affection for him as he did her. He had figured she at least cared for him as a friend, that her irritation had been friendly, playful even. Clearly, he had been incorrect.

The door suddenly swung open revealing Y/n. She wore an cross expression, a lab coat, and safety goggles. Peering over her shoulder into the room, Alastor noted the way her hair was still continuing whatever she'd been working on before opening the door. He had never seen a demon with a form like hers before. It was perfectly suited, equally unusual as the soul it housed.

"I could feel you standing out here."

Alastor raised his eyebrows, bravado taking over.

"Really, my dear?" he asked, leaning on his microphone before him as if it were a cane.

"Yeah." Y/n flatly replied, lifting the goggles from their eyes and pushing them onto their forehead, "What do you want?"

"I..."

What did he want? Alastor was a man who always knew his goals, his aims. He was always working towards something, no deed without its purpose. It was only now he realized that he didn't really know what he wanted from Y/n, why he had really agreed to fulfill Charlie's request with nothing given in return. Alastor cleared his throat, banishing the complicated thought to another time.

"Charlie requested I come speak to you about your lack of participation in the hotel's group activities."

Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"And you care what I do with my time because...?"

She tilted her head slightly to the side, her hands still on either side of the doorframe, blocking him from entering the room. Alastor sighed.

"You're not going to make this an easy conversation, are you."

It was a statement, not a question, and a slight smile cracked across Y/n's tired face.

"You know me so well." she joked lightly.

Alastor was ready, preparing himself to have to force his way into the room to have this chat. He saw the way her hand on the door twitched, and prepared himself to have it slammed in his face. Much to his surprise, Y/n let go of her hold on the door and stepped to the side.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come in?" she asked after a moment, her head cocked to the side in a genuine curiosity.

Alastor nearly laughed. Always so inquisitive with regards to the world around her, always trying to fill the gaps in her understanding, usually at a loss when it came to what was considered normal interaction. He stepped into the room. Y/n's hair stopped what it was doing with the test tubes in the back and closed the door for her as she turned to face him. After a look of appraisal, she seemed to decide the atmosphere for the conversation and sat down on the bed, patting the empty space beside her at Alastor's continued hesitation. He sat down and she crossed her legs, watching him intently.

"You need to stop avoiding people, and the activities. You are here to be redeemed, aren't you?"

"Oh! I see what the issue is." Y/n smiled brightly, "No, I'm not."

Alastor's brow furrowed. He had thought it odd that Y/n of all people would seek redemption but, had figured the time had simply changed her in ways he had yet to grasp.

"Then why are you here?"

The little beast called hope clawed at the inside of his stomach, gnawed on his ribs. The want was unfamiliar.

"Because I need an angel."

Alastor froze.

"You need..." he watched her in confusion, "you need an angel?"

"Yep." Y/n nodded in earnest.

She smiled up at him, evidently satisfied with herself and her response. She had always been like this. Alastor sighed.

"Why?"

"Because I need to test my virus on one, duh."

"Y/n, what are you planning."

"Same thing as always. Actually, I could use your help. Maybe this isn't all so bad, can you get me an angel? Just at the next extermination or something. I already know it works on demons, I just don't want to actually let my little baby loose without knowing it will work on the angels as well."

"Jesus, Y/n." Alastor laughed lightly, unable to not.

He shook his head in disbelief and Y/n's smile slipped from her face. She was always scheming, always wanting, always doing what it took to ensure she got what she wanted. They were so alike in that way: complete and utter disregard for the world unless it served them.

"What? Did I do something wrong? Did this hotel already work? Have the exterminations stopped?"

"No, I... you really haven't changed."

"Well, I'm taking out the afterlife now instead of the living world, but sure." Y/n crossed her arms, evidently irritated by his remark, "I'm just the same. So are you, by the way. I've heard about what you've been up to since you died."

Alastor was silent in thought for a moment before he spoke again. He looked at Y/n with a determined gaze.

"Are you asking to reinstate our deal?"

Y/n was wrong, Alastor had changed, she just didn't know it yet. The hotel had changed him, whether or not he wanted to admit it. He realized the answer to Y/n's initial question, what it was that he wanted, in that moment and there were only three things. The first was the same as it had been for the last seven years, to get rid of this damned contract he was under. The second? The second he had realized earlier, in his room when he'd been getting ready to come to Y/n, he just hadn't liked it and so, he had ignored it. Alastor wanted to be back in her good books. More importantly, for some undefinable reason, Alastor wanted her back at his side. The world, he had realized, had felt empty without her, no matter how irritating and distracting she could be. Though his motivations were muddy, figuring out the reason for the want was never the priority. The end goal was to fulfill by any means necessary. It always had been, for both of them. The third was that Alastor secretly wanted Charlie's crazy plan to work out. He wanted to protect these sinners, to protect this place they had all worked so hard to build.

There was a point of intersection to be found in two of these three things, if Y/n answered his question correctly. Taking out sinners, taking an angel, could let all hell loose on the hotel. Convincing Y/n to make a deal with him, to give Alastor her soul, well, that would be killing two birds with one stone. He would have his imperfect little companion in afterlife and he could stop her from doing any more damage to the hotel and its reputation than necessary to ensure the first thing took place.

"I suppose."

That was exactly what he had been hoping to hear. The first deal had been under her terms. Alastor had been hoodwinked into it, unable to turn it down due to the information on him she had uncovered. Now, the tables had turned. Alastor held his hand out towards her, grinning malevolently.

"How about this, let's make a new one."

"I don't see why not." Y/n shrugged after having thought it over, her hand meeting his, "Things are different, we're both dead. The old one wouldn't really work anymore."

"No, it wouldn't, would it?"

"Yeah so, you get me an angel to test this on. I start participating more in the hotel. Deal?"

"How about this." Alastor's grin widened, his antlers growing as well as his shadows ate away at the room's walls.

Y/n didn't flinch. Nothing in her expression changed save a slight twinge of intrigue as she watched him become more monstrous by the second, more all consuming.

"I help you get an angel. You stick by my side, like the old days. That would include participation in the hotel and all of Charlie's plans as it is where I work for now. A metaphorical taking of a soul rather than a heart, shall we say."

He was counting on her lack of interest in the world outside of science right now, counting on her lack of understanding of how things worked in Hell when an overlord offered a deal like this. He had chosen the words carefully, getting everything right while keeping the truth hidden.

"I'll still have time to work on my project?" she asked skeptically.

"When there is time."

Y/n smiled.

"Deal."

Green smoke wound its way out from the point their palms met. Y/n watched it, eyes wide with intrigue as it curled around them, temporarily filling the room.

"Is that what happens when deals get made in Hell?" Y/n asked as she let go of Alastor's hand.

"Only certain ones."

"Cool."

She got to her feet, snapping her goggles back over her eyes. Turning to the table, she began to fiddle with her test tubes once again. Alastor retook his normal form, watching her with a satisfied smirk. He summoned the chain, feeling the cool shadow of the mellow across his fingers. Y/n seemed not to notice as the collar formed around her neck. Alastor didn't like that, didn't like being ignored. He gave it a tug and she stumbled back a few steps, her hands flying to her throat and her hair catching the glass beaker she had nearly dropped.

Y/n noticed the chain now. It was impossible not to. As her hair set the beaker down, she turned to Alastor, eyes fixed on the glowing metal. Her gaze traced it from where she held it to his hands. Y/n looked up at him.

"What's this?" she asked, eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion, "When did this get here? How..."

She trailed off and Alastor's smile grew wider still. He advanced towards her, wrapping the excess chain around the handle of his microphone. It clinked menacingly against itself, spawning a sudden deep seated dread in Y/n.

She held her place, her shoulders thrown back and feet planted firmly. Alastor couldn't tell if it was all a show or if she really was not at all scared of him in that moment. He didn't really care, it didn't matter. She stared intently up at him in defiance as Alastor came to a stop about a half a foot away.

"Well?"

"Oh my sweet, you really have no idea what you've gotten yourself in to, do you?"

It was better than he could have hoped, could have dreamed. She was entirely under his control.

"Welcome to the rest of your afterlife."

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Next Part → Till Death do us Part pt. 3

A/N I wasn't super sure how to end this off, I hope you liked it!!

@marukun @nanami1chu @i-like-potatoes12533 @boogiemansbitch @apenasandorinha @almond-t0fu @mygoldtears @ahellborn @winterisholding @misty-melody @themetalbabygirl @trash-shoot

[hayleyhearts]

I've been working on this Timkon friends to lovers prom fic for like four months and the second after I post it, Ao3 goes down 😭

I've gotta share it somewhere, sooo here is a snippet!

Edit: here’s the link to Step Five: Follow Him To Canada!

FLASH. 

Another pretty picture. They were in the foyer, framed by the grand staircase and twirling chandelier. 

Tim’s hands were stuffed in his pockets. 

He wore a tux— chosen at random like five minutes before everyone showed up. 

His friends clearly put a lot more thought into getting ready. Cissie’s hair was pinned up, with a few curled tendrils framing her face. She had a cream dress that clung to her body with a long slit down the side. Cassie looked just as hot in a lavender suit with a matching cream pocket square. Her short hair was slicked back, in the rockstar fashion, and her eyeliner was sharp. Bart wore a grey suit with a matching skirt. Greta wore a puffy, tulle dress that was as pink as her cheeks. She looked particularly alive tonight. 

And then there was Kon. 

Kon was in a league of his own. 

The suit itself was gorgeous— navy blue, silky, with a shirt loosely unbuttoned— and had a vaguely 70s vibe. But it wasn’t just his clothes. His smile was bright. His eyes sparkled. Getting to see this exact shade of happiness on his face was the whole reason Tim bought tickets in the first place— but wow. His imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. A part of him couldn’t believe his best friend had been this attractive the whole time. Tim should’ve realized his feelings sooner. It wasn’t fair. It also really, really wasn’t fair that Kon got to go through life looking like that. Of course he had a boyfriend. Was Kaldur his boyfriend? 

Like it mattered. 

If any part of Kon ever momentarily entertained the thought of liking Tim like that, he would’ve said something. Like with Cassie, like with Kaldur, like with girls Kon hit on with the subtly of wack-a-mole throughout the years. Every flirty line or stupid wink got under Tim’s skin. Now he finally understood exactly why, but knowing why didn’t help. Nothing could help. Everything was awful. Tonight was supposed to be fun, but he’d never escape the ungrateful little voice whispering, but imagine how much better this would be if he liked you back. Tonight would be torture. He wished there was a surgery to remove these feelings from his body. He’d rather feel nothing at all. 

FLASH. 

“Okay, now do a silly one,” Dick said, lowering the camera. 

“Dick,” Tim said. 

“Let’s do it,” said Bart. He jumped into Cissie’s arms with a grin, Cassie and Greta did Charlie’s Angels, Kon floated into the air and did a cool kick upside down. Tim did a peace sign with an expression that gave nothing. 

FLASH. 

“Okay, we’re good,” Tim said. 

“Wait,” Cassie said, nudging Greta toward Tim. “We need to take some in pairs. Cissie and I did ours already, but you guys should, too.” 

“Yeah!” said Bart. “Let’s take some.” 

He grabbed Kon by the hand and pulled him in front of the camera. 

“Let’s do a serious one,” Bart said, posing with his arms crossed. “OH wait,” he sprinted away and returned with sunglasses. 

“Okay, now I’m ready.” 

Dick snapped a few pics of them, while Tim and Greta kinda stood to the side. 

“It would be nice to take a few pictures together,” she said. She tucked her hair behind her ear and added, “But if you’d rather not, I totally understand—” 

“No, no, it’s okay,” Tim said. “I don’t mind. I’m just… not very photogenic.” 

“Really? I don’t know about that. I think you look great.” 

“Thanks. So do you— I mean, you look beautiful.” 

She glanced down, smiling sweetly at the floor. 

“Thanks.” 

“Okay, boys. Take five. Tim and Greta’s turn,” Cassie said.

Bart appeared at Cissie’s side and they whispered about something. Kon walked over slower. 

As reluctant as Tim was, he was determined not to show it. Greta seemed excited by the classic prom experience. So many classic experiences had been cruelly denied to her. He wanted to make her happy and if that meant posing with his arms around her waist like a traditional prom photo-op, he would do it with a smile. 

FLASH, FLASH, FLASH. 

Greta turned to face him. 

“Maybe we should do another pose?” 

“Sure,” Tim said. “Unless, I mean, do you want some with Bart or something?” 

“Oh. Yeah, of course.”  

Bart and Cissie stopped whispering. Tim walked toward the group, but Kon cut him off before he got too far. 

“Can I talk to you alone for a second?” Kon asked. 

Tim nodded. He looked unbothered, but inside, he was bothered quite a bit. 

The only thing Kon would need to talk to him about privately was if he wanted to invite someone else tonight, since this was technically Tim’s event. Maybe he decided he wanted to invite his boyfriend. Tim lead Kon to the parlor, trying not to drag his feet. 

The parlor had a high, domed ceiling, with dark, heavy furniture. The couch was pale blue, like the old wallpaper, and as hard as the floor. Tim shut the door behind them. 

“What’s up?” he asked. 

“Hi,” Kon said. 

He was nervous. 

Well, he should be. If Tim wanted his boyfriend there, he would’ve invited him. 

Of course Tim was going to let Kaldur could come. He wasn’t a jealous asshole. At least— he didn’t want to act like one. 

“Hi,” Tim said, with an edge. 

Kon bit back a smile. In this suit, the move was lethally attractive. Somehow, Tim persevered.

“I— well. I brought you something.” 

Tim’s eyebrows shot up. Kon just kept rambling. 

  “But if you don’t like it— or think it’s— whatever. You can just throw it away before we go back out there. So. Here.” 

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a boutonnière. 

A burgundy rose with ivory accents. 

It was a moment of shock like someone pulled the rug out from under him— but instead of belly flopping onto the unforgiving ground, he discovered he could fly. That was how his stomach felt at least, swooping like he was doing figure eights through the clouds. 

Tim took the flowers.

“Technically, you invited all of us,” Kon continued, finally back to his usual confidence. “But I know you’re only going because of me.” 

Something about Kon’s stupid little smirk was actually grounding. Tim found his footing with sarcasm. 

“I’m also dying to know who’s gonna be prom king.” 

“I already know. I’m looking at him.” 

That surprised a laugh out of him. 

“You’d have a better chance than me,” said Tim. 

“Really?” Kon asked. 

Tim pinned his boutonnière on his lapel. 

“Really. Especially if I was your campaign manager. Smile at the right people. Shake a few hands. And if all else fails, I’d stuff the ballot box.” 

“I don’t know,” Kon said, feigning modesty. He reached up and adjusted the flower. His hand wound up on Tim’s chest. The teasing was done when he looked Tim in the eye and said, “I’d vote for you.” 

Something was weird. 

Tim broke away, feeling flush, and told himself it was all in his head. 

“…Thanks,” Tim said, eventually. “For the flower. I feel like I’m really getting the full prom experience.” 

[keter-kannot]

RAH 😤😫 HALSIN HAS A KNOT

Okay, first smut fic ever posted 😭😭 in lime with the general theme of @thebluester2020 's 2024 kinktober list. I have,,, quite a few days to catch up on lmao, but ENJOY :D this one is full of the soft, beautiful praise I just KNOW Halsin would be a pro at.

MINORS: DNI

“Good, good, my love,” there was a gentle drone behind Halsin’s voice, the rarely seen desperate side of him making itself known. It was primal in nature; deep, guttural, needy… something Tav wished she could trap between her hands and cherish to enjoy over and over again until the end of time. The way his little groans escaped his lips, his hand twitching as it played gently with her hair.

She found herself like this more and more these days, but didn’t mind. At first there was a bit of hesitation on her end; it wasn’t often she’d had to wonder about how she looked on her knees, and for someone with enough self-assuredness as her, she didn’t think there’d be any issue.

It was his words, though, that got her through it. Gods, his words. She could see why he’d been given such status, such responsibility. He was able to talk his way through just about anything, his velvet words wrapping themselves around anyone who’d listen and hold them tight.

Now, as she gently took the tip of his cock in her mouth, it was his words yet again that drained her of any other thought but of that to please him.

“Oh, my heart,” his soft hiss of approval driving her to take more of him as she looked up, meeting his wanting eyes. Her stomach flipped, her eyes fluttered, and she pushed herself further down his heavy length, making sure not to break eye contact as her cheeks filled and flushed a deep red.

As his jaw started falling further and further, his eyes widening more and more, his warm hand gripped the back of her head gently, pushing her to take him even further.

“Y–you’re made to be seen like this,” he managed between a huff and a groan as he continued to slowly guide her movements, “perfectly taking all of me, sat just so on your knees…”

She could feel his focus get fiercer as his grip tightened on her hair, pushing and pulling her eager mouth up and down his length with a practiced rhythm. Her little chokes did nothing but encourage him, his tip throbbing every time it hit the back of her throat.

“My treasure,” he moaned, fighting with himself as he pulled her lips away from him, tilting her chin to make sure he could see the bit of precum dripping from the side of her lips. “As much as I’d like to keep you on your knees, I’m afraid I can’t help but need more of you.”

His hands caressed her waist as he pulled her to stand, lingering on her back and thighs as he slowly lifted her from the forest floor, wrapping her legs around him like so. He kissed her with both a tenderness and fierce desire that mixed so sweetly with the beating of their hearts, the pumping of their blood, the song of the quiet forest around them, and even the silent shine of Lathander’s embrace.

He took his time exploring her mouth with his own, lazily taking his time in letting her know how deeply he felt connected to her, how greatly he felt for her. After all, they now had all the time in the world.

She could feel him throbbing and somehow growing larger still beneath her, the rhythmic rolling of his hips matching the time of their heavy breaths.

His fingers made their way to her slick folds as he led them back down to the forest floor, her legs straddling him as he made slow circles around her already aching clit. The smile that splayed on his lips as she let out a moan made her flush.

He leaned in to pepper soft kisses on the nape of her neck, on her collarbone, on her chest. “How I love to hear you sing for me.”

Continuing his slow assault on her twitching sex, his other hand found his length and positioned himself right at her entrance.

Then, he flushed, a sudden bit of embarrassment showing on his face; something she hadn’t seen since he’d gifted her the first whittled duck.

She looked at him, concerned. “Halsin?”

He cleared his throat, his eyes flitting to the side as she squirmed on his lap which, of course, did nothing but make the burly man blush more.

“Why… why’d you stop?”

He shook his head for a moment before sighing and lifting his head to meet her eyes again. “Give me your hand,” he said.

She did. 

He lead her soft grip back between both sets of their legs, sucking in a soft breath as her fingers made their way around his shaft and down, until– 

Her eyes went wide. 

His look of concern grew deeper. “It’s, well, you know… There are, well, certain animals sometimes–”

“Halsin, is that a fucking knot ?” 

If only she could capture the way his face turned the deepest shade of red she’d ever seen, all the way up to the very tips of his pointy ears. A smirk started to splay across her lips, and now it was her turn to lift his chin, prompting him to look her in the eyes. 

“If… you don’t have to… I don’t expect you to–” 

It was her own desire that fueled her next actions as she lifted herself back above his head, perfectly sat at her entrance. “What, is my big bear in rut?” a sly giggle left her lips as she leaned herself closer to him, her breath hot on his ear, “Afraid he won’t be able to control himself? Afraid I can’t take it?”

The slowly lowered herself on his length, his dick having somehow gotten even larger than just moments ago when it was stuffing her mouth full. Her breath hitched in her chest as she took her time taking him, her walls spasming and clenching with the sudden feeling of being so full, no matter how slow she went. 

He had all but lost himself beneath her, her words undoing any hesitation he had and melting them back into the primal desire he knew all too well; the overwhelming feeling of needing to mark her as his own and make sure she knew just how gorgeous she looked while he did it. 

It was with a swift motion that he had positioned himself atop her, laying her gently beneath him on the grass. As the sun kissed her skin and he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, he pushed himself deeper inside of her. 

She wrapped her legs tighter around him, feeling him not just hit the perfect sweet spot inside, but keep pushing past it as he went further and further. Her walls clenched tight with anticipation, not knowing how much more of him there was before she’d start feeling the pressure. 

“So, so perfect…” he muttered, his breathing in time with his slow thrusts as he watched her intently. “You take me so well, my heart,” he grunted, finally feeling his swelling knot just barely stretch at her entrance. 

With a deep groan, he told her to look at him. “I want to see you, love,” he breathed, “want to truly see you as I fill you, watch your beauty melt beneath me.”

Her own moans had already become erratic, the slow rocking of his hips back and forth pulling his cock against her core in the perfect way again and again. As she twitched and writhed beneath him, she could feel herself trying her hardest not to fight against it. 

“Don’t fight it, my heart,” he kissed her temple, then her ear, then her neck, “Relax. Let me claim you.”

Her back arched as he pushed himself into her with more force, her cunt stretching perfectly to fit every bit of him inside. She grabbed at his back, legs shaking as she pulled them tighter around him. 

“Good, love. That’s so, so good,” he breathed, finally bottoming out. He twitched inside of her and felt her tighten around him with each throb and little rut he pushed against her. “Yes, yes, just like that, beautiful.”

His hands clenched to fists on either side of her head in the grass beneath them, the soft sounds of their sex ruminating and mixing well with the forest soft. 

Her moans became hitched please, became desperate gasps as he continued his slow and methodical fucking. With each passing moment he filled more and more of her, saw himself claiming her over and over. 

“My perfect little mate,” he muttered, “your exquisite, ” his own grunts became more labored, doing nothing but encouraging the rapid heat building in her core. 

She all but vibrated with pure passion, losing control of herself as she came undone around him, cumming relentlessly on his knot as he picked up the pace with his thrusts to chase his own finish. 

He held her close as she convulsed against him, fucking her through her own high as he held her hips tight against his own, his spend dripping quickly down their thighs as he came undone with her. 

Their hot breaths mingled as they slowly came back to themselves, Halsin still deep inside of her and not wanting to move anytime soon. 

“My heart,” he breathed, a heady chuckled finding her ears as she slowly opened her eyes to see the clear skies above them. 

And him, framed perfectly in Lathander’s blessing, ready for round two. 

[mrsmiagreer]

SUMMIT THOUGHTS IN ORDER BY SCENE!!

“Hold still i’ll grab you one of mine” UGHHHH

“What do you think babe? How’s my hair?” EVEN MORE UGHHHHH😩😩😩

Yes Milo I AM laughing 😂

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Vincent cut himself off, i wanna know what he wants to say :’(

“She sounded— nevermind”

HE GOT US A CROWN HES SO SWEET

wouldnt it be cool if this was like… the way of Royal Vampiric Engagement?

Vincent sounds so cute when he’s nervous 🥺

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Sam’s loud ass truck rolling up lmao

ICECREAM!!!!

I just know Sam slicked his hair back into the tightest ponytail. His formal look HAS to be super cute

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Porterrrrr!!

“Your human” LMAO

The thoughts about seating were actually really sweet

Porter now wtf are you talking about?

Vincent’s irritation is so warranted right now 💀

He’s up to something fs

“Bye now—” AND HES JUST GONE??!!

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“Hey Bud!” Awe Ash we love you

Vincent sounds like he memorized this shit😂

Eccentric he says🤨

“Blink twice if you need a way out buddy” WE LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW ASH

“What😟😃” VINCENT LMAOO

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Bennet you meanies >:(

Alexander and Christopher count your fucking days

A bit formal?? This is a SUMMIT?!

Take a breath BOY?!

Stfu both of yous

“Where’s Alexis?” Anything to get YOU out of my face 😒

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HERE WE GO

“SAMS LATEST CONQUEST” ouuuu bitch—

she’s so snarky and condescending everything she says means something underneath but she sounds so sweet its annoying

Honestly if i was tank i would think about her words all night and for a few more days after that she dug deep fr and was actually making sense

Yeah okay darlin’ calm it down, don’t wanna get my head snapped off in front of 3810 year old vamps🤨

“Pettiness isn’t childish at all” 😒

You turned him because you wanted him but we don’t all get what we want huh?

“I FIXED HIM” GIRL LMFAOOOO

“I don’t like you, and I’m not going to” first of all, i’m so glad the feeling is mutual and secondly, this is my new favorite quote. I might not like Alexis but she ate with that one

PORTER TO THE RESCUE! but why?

“Oh darling as if i have a gag reflex” UGHHH😩

Sam to the rescue??

“What the fuck did she say??” “Where is she??”

I love the fact that it when tank ran away you can hear their footsteps. Since my Darlin’ is a girl, it sounds like she wore Combat Boots to the summit😭

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Random message for David?

The music in the back is fucking hilarious

Quinn is coming back?? Yall knew it

William a bad person?? He’s a little shady but i think he has good intent honestly

Why does he lowkey sound like Christian’s VA?

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“Don’t EVER speak to them again. Do you hear me???” Samuel don’t get me started🫦

“But playing is what I do best🥰🤭” she kinda ate with that one too

The fact that he even had to say anything along the lines of “if you care about me even a little you would do this for me” like If i was Tank i would cry because she agreed so fast😭 Like i know yall had something but like damn she still loves you?

Loser ass response 😒

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MILO’s BACK

Awee Asher stumbling over his words

Why is Porter in everyone’s business 😭

Milo’s protective tone when he talks to Porter is tickling my insides🤭🤭

Closeknit??! Awe here we go😟

Porter is so suspicious right now…

“Hold the fuck up” MILOOOO😩😩😩😩😍😍😍😍

“Wait what’d you do that night?—” THEY DIDN’T TELL ASHER IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND MORE LMAO

Asher still being scared of making big decisions🥺

“Babe…” 😫😫🫶🏽🫶🏽

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Tank being worried that Alexis threatened him is so real

“She was exactly who she appeared to be, i was the one trying to pretend i didn’t have a problem with that” REALLLLLLL

I don’t give a damn about her beat up heart

“I don’t want you to think that i felt like you needed saving” Honestly i appreciate this line because i hate the way it feels for someone to step in for you

“Maybe I wanted a chance of my own to tell the bitch to shove it if i’m being honest” 🤷🏽‍♀️😅🥳

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knock knock

oouuuuu Asher’s telling David

Asher sounds in trouble 😭 David sounds like somebody daddy fr fr

the eye contact 😭😭

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Ain’t this Loveboldly? All i hear is Crux😂

Funding?! ALL OF THIS FOR SOME MONEY

“Lower. Your. Voice. ” 💀💀

Alexander is so mean to his prince😭

“You’re showing your age Christopher. Or lack thereof” Damn he snapped him up

NOISE?!

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“We’re about to have a fight. Be convincing” Uhh okay???

What the fuck is going awnnnn?!

Getting Vincent riled up for god knows what in insane💀

Glad he didn’t bring Treasure 😭

SAM TO THE RESCUE… ish?

“Consider yourself crossed”😲😲😲😲

“He’s dead” 🤨🤨😟😟 ALEXIS WHAT??? HOW’D SHE KNOW?!

[jukipptx]

my youth is actually a song that jeno wrote about you ????? this broke my heart, i don’t know why I wrote it ????? and so many words????? i’m so sorry ???? This is a story about jeno’s first and only kiss 💔💔💔

jeno and you have been friends for as long as you can remember. You met him when you were both thirteen years old, and this is how it went…

you didn’t want to do it at first, but your mother insisted on you joining this entertainment company. you’ve been doing commercials since you were a baby, so she thought it might be a good career path and wanted you to at least try. turns out you could actually sing!!! you couldn’t dance, but for that there were people to teach you, and there was 💗jeno💗

you met jeno exactly on the day you were going to give up. it had only been 4 months since you’ve joined the company, but it had been enough to get you on your nerves (it had been more than enough!!! you were exhausted!!!). on that day, you were sitting on the practice room floor, the mirrors were foggy, you’ve been practicing for hours since the dance teacher scolded you for not memorizing the choreo, and still you couldn’t do it. you layed down facing the ceiling (so dramatic) and you cried and cried and cried (in silence). you were wearing headphones so you didn’t hear when he entered the room; you only noticed when he was standing next to you, his little head peeking in your vision. he was so cute 😭😭😭 his little emo black hair almost covering his eyes, his baggy sweatshirt and pants 😭😭😭

“i was wondering if you wanted this ice cream.” he said holding his ice cream closer to you. you couldn’t hear him because of your headphones, you barely understood korean anyways, but you understood what he was saying when he motioned with the ice cream.

you sat up, cleaned your face as fast as you could, you were now so embarrassed about crying, and you took the ice cream. it was a popsicle and it already had one single bite. “was it yours?” you asked, you didn’t care and gave it another bite.

he blushed and ignored your question. “i’m jeno.” he held his hand out for you to take and you took it. “i can help with the choreo. it made me cry, too.” you took his hand and stood up with its help.

and that’s basically how your friendship began. as rookies, you had to deliver a performance every friday, so you took jeno’s word and accepted his help every single week. you practiced together, you ate together, you laughed together, you practically lived together 😭😭😭 jeno fell in love with you exactly 7 hours after he met you that day in the practice room, when you were crying and when you thought you looked so ugly, he thought the complete opposite. he thought of you as the prettiest person he’s ever seen. oh the pretty brown eyes, he felt guilty for saying this, but you looked so pretty when you cried; eyes so puffy and crystal-like, cheeks and nose so red. the beautiful messy black hair, always tied up in two perfectly slicked back ponytails. he couldn’t get enough of your face and it was ooooh so obvious, he could cry just thinking about you 😭😭😭 but he was so shy???? he could never get too close before getting all red. you occasionally gave him a push or pulled him in for a friendly hug, but he would NEVER make the first move, only on your birthdays.

as soulmates go, your birthday was April 22, and his the 23. for the company it was basically the same day, so year after year, they opted to celebrate your birthdays on the night of the 22nd until the clock marked the 23rd. it was the only chance that jeno got to hug you without it being awkward. and he did. every year he held you for at least 30 seconds. everyone around you would always get so awkward, but jeno didn’t mind because “it was your birthday” 😭😭😭😭😭

one day you decided it had been enough. you couldn’t keep on waiting until the company magically gave you the opportunity you’d been training so hard for during 3 years straight. you were strong, but you were so impatient, not even jeno could stop you from leaving, and even today, he wishes he had tried harder, he wishes he had held on to you for longer💔💔💔

you were going to leave on the 23rd, but you couldn’t do that to him, so you left the day after. he even wanted you to stay for his debut, but you couldn’t resist any longer. you celebrated your birthdays like every year before, but this one was so different. it was so sad and so important to everyone. they all wanted it to be perfect because it was the last time you would celebrate together, but they didn’t know it was already perfect for you just by the fact that HE was there and that all of your dreamies were there as well 😭😭😭

it was the night of the 22nd, two minutes till midnight for the 23rd, when he kissed you for the first time. it was so innocent, it broke your heart and fixed it at the same time. it was all you needed to leave happily, but it was all you needed to make you not want to leave anymore. you were both sitting on the rooftop of the company, everyone left from the party already and it was only you and him, drinking soda with the tears falling from your eyes. music was still playing in the back, but all you could hear was him. you looked at him because you wanted to look at him all the time, but he was facing elsewhere. he didn’t want you to see him crying as well.

“you don’t have to leave, please keep on trying. i know they have something planned for you.” he said with such sadness and insistence on his voice. this wasn’t the first time he said it, and apparently he didn’t grow tired of saying it.

you couldn’t talk anymore because if you did, you would start crying like a crazy person (again).

“i can talk with manager noona.” he insisted. he moved a little bit closer to you.

“come on, we’ll talk with her now.” he held your hand and started to stand up, but you started crying. you wanted him to stop insisting because he only made you feel worse. he made you feel as if you hadn’t tried hard enough to stay, but you did, you reaaaally did; not only for you, but for him.

“please, stop.” you didn’t move, making him sit down next to you again, but this time a little closer. he didn’t let go of your hand this time, and he wouldn’t for a long time.

“i’m sorry.” he faced the ground, again trying his hardest not to cry. “i just don’t know what I’m going to do.” he laughed a nervous laugh, and he was serious, he really didn’t know how to live without you.

“nothing. you don’t have to do anything, jeno. just keep doing what you do and being you.” you looked at the clock on your phone screen, only five minutes left until your day ended and his started.

“i can’t keep doing what i always do because everything i do is with you. for starters, i can’t be happy on my birthday anymore.” he almost whispered, he was about to cry so if he talked normally, he would.

“jaemin would be so mad to hear that.” you tried to joke in hopes of raising the mood, you even pushed him slightly, but nothing helped at this point. “it’s almost your birthday. you should make your wish already.”

“i wish for you to stay.” he finally looked at your eyes, and you wished he didn’t. his eyes were red and shiny. he didn’t hold the tears any longer, he finally let go 😭😭😭 you’d never seen jeno cry, only once when he fell on his face back in 2013, but not like this, not with such sadness, with such impotence and desperation.

“i promise we’ll keep in touch, we’ll see each other every time you’re available. i’m not leaving the country, just the company.” you held your hand out to him, willing to pinky promise, and jeno took your hand, but instead on pinky promising, he pulled you in his arms.

he hugged you so so so sooooo hard. he thought that maybe if he held you hard enough you could choose to stay. he knew you weren’t leaving the country, but he knew that leaving the company would make everything so different and so hard. you would not be able to be close to him, the company would not allow it anymore, but he didn’t want to tell you that.

he hugged you for so long and you didn’t dare to move, you didn’t want to. you could feel the need and the desperation once again, you were scared to move, you were scared to break him and yourself 😭😭😭😭

“please, don’t do this to me, please, don’t leave me.” he said with the most painful voice you had ever heard before. and coming from him??? it was all too much, it was unbelievable and it all seemed like a nightmare to you. it all may sound a bit dramatic, but you were both so young 😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔 minutes away from being sixteen.

now you started crying like an actual crazy person in his arms. shoulders started shaking and face was as wet as it could be. his hoodie was getting wet from your tears, but neither of you moved. he let you cry out loud and whimper and all. you were almost sure that the people downstairs could hear you, but you didn’t care anymore. this was probably the last time you were going to be able to be this close to him, so you didn’t let go 😢😢😢 deep down, but really deep down, you were not only crying for him, you were crying because leaving marked the end of this era, the end of pursuing this big dream of yours, so you could finally let it all out right there in that rooftop.

jen was the first to break the hug. He did only to look at those pretty eyes of yours, so pretty when you cry as he always thought. your eyes were shining like bubbles and your nose oh so pink as always, he wanted to bite it just to see if it actually tasted like marshmallows as he always thought.

he looked straight into your eyes, and without even thinking for once in all the time he’s known you, he held you by the chin and brought you to what was your first and only kiss ever, the same goes for jeno. he swore that yours would be the only lips he would kiss because he didn’t think he could find anything close to the taste of yours. they tasted like cherry lip balm and like the cotton candy that you were eating before you started crying.

it was just a short and soft kiss, but it was full of love and of hope and of tears, it was full of him and his shyness. and when he let go, you could do nothing but wonder if it was possible to love him more and more and more.

and that was all there was. you didn’t keep in touch like you promised because, like he said, they didn’t allow it. and after finding out that he wasn’t allowed, you wish you had stayed, not for yourself, but at least for him and for all the love there was. you wish, you wished, you wished for months, you wished with tears in your eyes. you wished on all the songs he wrote about you. on all the clues he left for you everywhere he goes. you wish on his pretty moon eyes and on all the stars in them. you wish and only hope that he remembers and misses you just like you do (he does💔💔💔💔💔💔)

[na-ta-sh-aa]

I knew that if the time came for them to separate it would be difficult and in fact I am literally in pieces, I just hope that they can find a way to be together because they are too perfect together!😭🫶🏼

“No woman had ever looked at him the way you did. Almost expectantly. Like you trusted him. You had a smart mouth on you, and he never knew what you were going to say when you smirked at him. His response to you still caught him off guard. He wanted to keep being surprised by you.”

I absolutely love how Jake is still surprised by the effect Darlin’ has on him and I love even more how she is so unique and different (in the best way) from the other women who have been in Jake’s life. And I think that’s one of the reasons why Jake is so taken with her, with her unpredictability, intelligence, naturalness and sincerity that have helped build their relationship.

“His teeth grazed your ear as he grunted your name. "This bare pussy is just for me, right?"

"Uh huh."

“But that wasn't good enough for him. His voice was shaking with arousal, skin slick with sweat, and he needed to hear your voice assuring him. "I want to hear you say it, Darlin'. What are you always going to make sure guys do?"

"Good girl," he praised, and you whimpered in response. "Who's allowed to fuck you without one?"

“He pushed himself deep again, and your pussy responded by pulsing around him as you said, "Just you."

This part was so sensual and sweet at the same time, the way Jake wants to make sure she always has safe sex is so sweet but at the same time it brings out Jake's possessive side that drives me crazy🫠

"That's right," he grunted, withdrawing himself slowly, letting you feel every inch. "Lesson twelve: I'm the only one allowed to do this to you."

I still can't rank which was the sexiest lesson but this one definitely takes the top spot🫠

“His bedroom was getting a little darker. You could tell the sun would be setting soon, and maybe that was why he seemed to be in no rush to get the two of you cleaned up. You didn't want to leave. You wanted him to tell you the same thing. You'd gotten comfortable here where it was only the two of you. Since the first time he touched you, everything had felt easier than you ever anticipated.”

It's always been so special between them since the beginning!🥹

“But the longer Jake kissed you and let you lick his cum from his fingers, you started to panic. It was like you'd been in a bubble with him. Safe and secure with nobody else to concern yourselves with. You had class tomorrow. He had to go to work. He had invited you to stay for the entire weekend, but he was going to want his space back. Now that he upheld his end of the deal, and then some, he deserved to have you out of his hair so he could get on with his regular routine. Plan for the next weekend. The next girl.”

I don't think Jake wants to get rid of her, in fact I think, if he could, he would never let her go and I'm sure that if they were to never see each other again it will be difficult for Jake to return to his routine, as I think it will be for her too. They literally lived in a wonderful bubble, just the two of them, where everything was perfect and it was so beautiful!😭🫶🏼

“Of course he had. It was good every single time. There was a reason he was able to bring you so much pleasure, and it had nothing to do with you being what he wanted. "You're so good at fucking, no wonder all the tag chasers want you." You laughed sarcastically even as your throat grew tight with unshed tears. "I'm sure they all missed you this weekend. You can get back to them soon."

This part hit me so hard, I could feel Darlin’ insecurity perfectly, it gave me the impression that she didn’t feel enough compared to the other girls and just the thought of it breaks my heart.

“Both of you were coated up in his sticky cum, and even as you spoke again, you wanted to take back all of your words immediately. But you didn't want to cry here, and you didn't know what else to do. "I think you should drive me home."

“Jake met your gaze, green eyes full of pain. "Darlin'," he started before pausing and pressing his lips together in a thin line. "Yeah. Okay."

Oooh this part hurt so much, there are so many things left unsaid between them😭

“You didn't know where any of your clothing was since it ended up all over the place two nights ago, but he seemed to know where to find everything. He pulled your tank top carefully over your head, but he still didn't meet your eyes. Then he grabbed your leather skirt from the arm of the couch and helped you back into it before zipping it up. Jake pointed at the couch as he picked up your sneakers, and after you sat down, he knelt in front of you, tying them for you after putting them on.”

I really love how Jake continues to be so sweet to her, even though he feels hurt.

“Your apology rang in his ears, but he didn't know what else could be said about the weekend at this point. He wasn't perfect; you and he were perfect together. But you'd just thrown everything he did with you back in his face like you didn't seem to understand how much that was going to hurt him. It wasn't like he'd been thinking about other women while you were here. That was the furthest thing from his mind when you were in his arms.”

Jake’s only thought all weekend was definitely Darlin’, how good and comfortable he was with her and how to make her feel the best possible. With Darlin’ it was different from the beginning, I don’t think he’s ever felt that way with other girls. Sure he had sex with the others but with Darlin’ he made love and he always knew the difference between Darlin’ and the others!

“It's alright, Darlin'. You didn't do anything wrong."

“When you sniffed softly, he picked your purse up from the seat next to you and opened it up. Your phone battery was almost dead, and he had to have you unlock it for him, but then he went into your contacts to add his number.”

"If you ever need something, call me. You can trust me," he promised as he typed his name into your address book.”

"I know I can," you whispered, sniffing again as his fingers fumbled through typing out his phone number. When he hit save, your phone died, and he wasn't sure if the number would be there or not the next time you turned it on. The thought settled like a brick in his chest, but you were already reaching for your phone and purse as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You sobbed, "Thank you," before opening the door and slamming it shut again after you climbed out. Then Jake watched you run toward the building as you wiped the back of your hand along your cheek.”

“He didn't move an inch until he made sure you were safely inside, catching one last glimpse of your sneakers as he realized he'd probably never see you again.”

My heart is broken💔😭

I loved how you wrote the chapter because you made me feel all their feelings but at the same time it hurts so much that their weekend is over and they had to say goodbye. I knew deep down that the moment they said goodbye it would be painful but I hoped they could leave each other in better conditions than the one they left each other in😭 I was so sad when Darlin’ thought she was just another girl for Jake, but I loved the way you wrote it because you made it so real and because it was so real it was also very painful. You conveyed so well Darlin’s fear, anxiety and insecurity as she realized after her magical weekend with Jake that it was all over and they both had to get back to their lives. I think that what she said to Jake was not said with the intention of hurting him, but I think it was as a self-defense, probably the result of the fact that she did not want to get her hopes up too much and not have too high expectations of what there was between them, trying to mask her true feelings to avoid getting hurt. The same goes for Jake, it broke my heart to see him so hurt, I feel sorry because he felt so many new sensations and emotions all weekend while he was with her, emotions he had never felt with other women, that sense of domesticity so natural and so deep that they immediately established, their instant mutual trust and then their unique intimacy, which was not only when they made love but was especially in the small gestures like taking a bath together, lending her his clothes, snuggling on the sofa and eating together. Jake didn’t have sex with Darlin’ but he made love to her and I hope that she somehow understands that, just as I hope that Jake’s phone number is saved in her phone and that once the sadness has passed and they have cleared their minds a bit and thought about how good they were together and what potential they have, they can get back in touch as soon as possible. And I want to say once again how much I appreciated and loved how Jake, despite being hurt, continued to treat Darlin’ so sweetly, thoughtfully and gallantly the whole time and how before she got out of his truck he told her and assured her that she didn’t do anything wrong. This gesture completely stole my heart because of how important, deep and beautiful it was for me (and it made me fall in love with Jake even more, in this series he has always been a gentleman and so attentive to her, I loved him so much!🫠). I am of the opinion that age is just a number and I am more and more of the opinion that they are made for each other, maybe at the beginning it may be a little difficult but I am sure that if they want they will be able to overcome anything together! I can't wait to know how their story will continue, as I said before the chapter was really really well written, touching and beautiful, another wonderful work of yours that I loved so so much!💗💗💗

Mr. Right Now Part 9 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You have a hold on Jake like nobody ever has before. You've got him breaking rules and tripping over his own feelings. But he should have known from the start how things would end. You should have, too.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, adult language, unprotected p in v intercourse, 18+

Length: 2900 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

He had to be completely out of his mind. Taking you without a condom was going to make his desire to be with you so much stronger. He knew that, but he had you spread out on his bed anyway. Even entertaining the idea of sliding inside you bare was enough to make him come, but he needed to make sure, once again, that he was good for you. And that he pulled out in time.

No woman had ever looked at him the way you did. Almost expectantly. Like you trusted him. You had a smart mouth on you, and he never knew what you were going to say when you smirked at him. His response to you still caught him off guard. He wanted to keep being surprised by you.

But as he watched you touching yourself, it wasn't surprising at all that he was about to cave to what you asked for. You were soaking wet, whimpering his name while your fingers glided through your gorgeous pussy. Your body was like a beacon that lured him in, and he needed to touch you. He kissed you everywhere, trying to get himself under control, but every brush of his lips to your breasts made his heart beat faster. Every time he kissed you, it made him feel so much warmer. He was dizzy as he replaced your fingers with the tip of his cock, running it through your pussy.

"You do something crazy to me, Darlin'," he crooned next to your ear as he pushed against your opening, giving you just the tip. You were so tight, but your body invited him to go further, practically pulling him in. "Can't get enough."

A soft whine escaped your lips as he gave you another inch, and you spread your legs wider. Jake kissed away all of the sounds you made, wanting to taste them in his mouth. You body coaxed him deeper, and he went willingly, basking in your wet warmth without any barrier to dampen just how fucking good you felt to him. No, he wasn't going to recover from this.

When he bottomed out, tight balls resting against your ass, you kissed him frantically. Your fingers were raking through his hair as you shivered and said, "You feel so good." Jake grunted, trying to keep himself from thrusting. "Thick and warm. I like this so much better without a condom," you sighed.

"Oh god," he groaned against your lips. Every sensation was heightened. He could feel so much more pleasure, but it was the lightheaded feeling of making you his own that spurred him on. He gave you one slow thrust, and your beautiful response filled his ears. Your skin and warm pussy were everywhere. Your body was all he needed to know. He wanted you to have everything you deserved right now. "You feel exquisite. And I just want to make you come this way."

"Jake," you gasped, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed himself deeper. 

Your clit was pressed against him, and he could feel everything as you gripped him softly, and he grabbed at your hips to calm himself down. Raw excitement bubbled up inside him as he glided in and out of your body, eliciting filthy fucking moans from you. He kissed your soft skin and breathed in the scent of your hair as he maintained an almost painfully slow pace that he knew would eventually have your pussy milking him for everything he was worth.

"It's so good," you whispered. "So good. So good!"

His teeth grazed your ear as he grunted your name. "This bare pussy is just for me, right?"

"Uh huh."

But that wasn't good enough for him. His voice was shaking with arousal, skin slick with sweat, and he needed to hear your voice assuring him. "I want to hear you say it, Darlin'. What are you always going to make sure guys do?"

Your hands eased down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. "Wear a condom," you replied breathlessly.

"Good girl," he praised, and you whimpered in response. "Who's allowed to fuck you without one?"

He pushed himself deep again, and your pussy responded by pulsing around him as you said, "Just you."

"That's right," he grunted, withdrawing himself slowly, letting you feel every inch. "Lesson twelve: I'm the only one allowed to do this to you."

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Your fingertips were numb. Maybe you should have been concerned about that as you grabbed at Jake's biceps, but the rest of you felt like you were about to unlock the secrets of the universe. Every sound you made was absorbed by his kisses as he fucked you just right. It was different without a condom. Better. Way better. And you could tell he thought so as well.

His hands were all over your body, and he couldn't seem to decide if he'd rather call you Darlin' or use your first name. Both sounded pretty in his voice as he pumped his hips against you, and you arched your back off his bed, ready to come for him. Just like he wanted. Just like you needed. But he drew it out of you methodically, and you knew it was going to be so good.

When pleasure washed through your veins, your fingers dug in tighter as you pulsed around his cock. Your brain was buzzing, and you knew he was going to have to pull out when it was time, but you couldn't speak a single word other than his name as you shook your head back and forth against the bed. Each time you thought you reached the peak, it just kept getting better, and all of your senses were heightened as you came crashing back down to the bed, still coming hard.

Only Jake was allowed to do this to you. Only he was allowed to skip a condom. Your whole body shivered in pleasure as you thought about it, and your voice filled your own ears as your orgasm took over. Your hips were bouncing up against his where you could feel him against your clit and every spot inside that made you go wild. You were chanting his name in time with your movements, unable to stop the needy whine from lacing your tone.

"Oh god, Jake!"

"Jesus Christ. You're so fucking good," he crooned, stroking your clit softly as you basked in the little aftershocks. He was still deep inside you, body wound tight like a coil, and you knew he was close.

A few more thrusts and he was a moaning mess, sucking on your neck before pulling his lips away. Then he was upright between your spread legs, and you looked at his wild green eyes as he fucked you with shallow strokes. "I'm right there, Darlin'," he panted. "I'm gonna cum."

When you smiled and nodded, he yanked himself free from your body, and one stroke in his hand left him coating up your belly. A ribbon of his cum landed on your breasts, and then he jerked himself off right onto your pussy, rubbing it into your skin with the tip of his cock. 

His shoulders were rising and falling, and his cheeks were growing pink again as he looked at what he'd done to your body. When you ran your index finger across your nipple and brought his cum to your mouth to taste him, his lips were on yours. You ran your hand along his shoulder and back up to his hair as his tongue tangled with yours. Now he was a mess, too, but you liked it this way. His movements were unhurried, so you didn't try to move yet.

His bedroom was getting a little darker. You could tell the sun would be setting soon, and maybe that was why he seemed to be in no rush to get the two of you cleaned up. You didn't want to leave. You wanted him to tell you the same thing. You'd gotten comfortable here where it was only the two of you. Since the first time he touched you, everything had felt easier than you ever anticipated.

But the longer Jake kissed you and let you lick his cum from his fingers, you started to panic. It was like you'd been in a bubble with him. Safe and secure with nobody else to concern yourselves with. You had class tomorrow. He had to go to work. He had invited you to stay for the entire weekend, but he was going to want his space back. Now that he upheld his end of the deal, and then some, he deserved to have you out of his hair so he could get on with his regular routine. Plan for the next weekend. The next girl.

When you stopped returning his kisses, he pulled back right away. "Alright, Darlin'?" he whispered, a touch of confusion clouding his smile. Suddenly you wanted to cry as you swallowed the lump of mixed emotion in your throat.

"Yeah," you replied softly, but it sounded fake to your own ears. It was hard to breathe. 

"Didn't I make you feel good?"

Of course he had. It was good every single time. There was a reason he was able to bring you so much pleasure, and it had nothing to do with you being what he wanted. "You're so good at fucking, no wonder all the tag chasers want you." You laughed sarcastically even as your throat grew tight with unshed tears. "I'm sure they all missed you this weekend. You can get back to them soon."

Jake's brow creased as his lips formed a frown. You had no idea why you said that to him. What was wrong with you? You'd been trying not to think about them all weekend. And now you'd never be able to take back what you just said.

His green eyes looked stern now, and his voice was strained as he said, "I'm not.... look, sex isn't the only thing I'm interested in." He sounded hurt, but you knew where you stood now that it was Sunday evening. You were a novelty worth two nights instead of one.

"But you took care of me," you replied as tears stung your eyes. "You brought me back here and helped me with my problem after I practically begged you to. And you were so good at it. You knew exactly what to do."

He sat up a little more and hung his head. "You never had a problem. Okay? And it wasn't just fucking to me. I don't know if you're too naive to understand the difference, or if you just weren't paying attention, but don't try to make me feel cheap now."

Both of you were coated up in his sticky cum, and even as you spoke again, you wanted to take back all of your words immediately. But you didn't want to cry here, and you didn't know what else to do. "I think you should drive me home."

Jake met your gaze, green eyes full of pain. "Darlin'," he started before pausing and pressing his lips together in a thin line. "Yeah. Okay."

He was still gentle as he took your hand, and you followed him into the bathroom where he ran a wet washcloth along your skin before cleaning himself up as well. He looked sad, and he didn't meet your eyes again. And maybe that was a good thing, because you were sure your tears would start if he did. 

You wanted to stay. You didn't want to leave until the last possible minute when he needed to get some sleep for work. You wanted to kiss him and tell him you never wanted to make him feel bad about himself, but you kept quiet instead. Silently, you followed him back to his bedroom where he pulled on the TOP GUN shirt you'd been wearing earlier along with a pair of his discarded gym shorts you were pretty sure would have to smell like your arousal.

You didn't know where any of your clothing was since it ended up all over the place two nights ago, but he seemed to know where to find everything. He pulled your tank top carefully over your head, but he still didn't meet your eyes. Then he grabbed your leather skirt from the arm of the couch and helped you back into it before zipping it up. Jake pointed at the couch as he picked up your sneakers, and after you sat down, he knelt in front of you, tying them for you after putting them on.

He was still sweet now as he silently got you ready to go. He wasn't cheap, and that wasn't even how you thought of him. "I'm sorry, Jake," you whispered, and he finally looked up at your face. "You were perfect."

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Your apology rang in his ears, but he didn't know what else could be said about the weekend at this point. He wasn't perfect; you and he were perfect together. But you'd just thrown everything he did with you back in his face like you didn't seem to understand how much that was going to hurt him. It wasn't like he'd been thinking about other women while you were here. That was the furthest thing from his mind when you were in his arms.

He made love to you and let you pick his heart up right out of his chest. You let him get comfortable around you, and then equated him to someone with a one track mind who was only good at one thing. And now you were looking at him as your lip quivered, and all he wanted to do was pull you against his body and tell you it was all okay. But he wasn't really sure if it was. He'd been better for you this weekend than he could ever remember being with anyone else in his entire adult life, and he didn't want to ruin the bits of his memories that would still feel good later.

"Let's get you home," he whispered, and your gaze fell to the floor. He stood and reached for your hand, and you took it, walking a half step behind him like you didn't want to leave after all.

It was hard to breathe as he grabbed his keys and your purse from the kitchen counter. He thought about the three unused condoms still inside. Maybe you'd find someone more your style to share them with. The idea of it made him sick, and he wanted more than anything right now to remind you that you'd promised to use a condom with everyone else. But now all of the lessons sounded idiotic in his mind when he thought about them. You were never here for him. You were here for yourself. You could make your own decisions, because you were an adult. It didn't matter that he was half in love with you.

It was dark outside when he opened the passenger side door of his truck, and you held onto his hand for a full minute before climbing inside. It took all of his strength not to lean in and kiss you. He closed the door softly and got in the other side, and after that, the only sound was your soft voice giving him directions to your dorm.

It wasn't until he pulled up in front of the student housing and looked at the building through the window that he shook his head. You were too young to want to date him, and he should have remembered his place in all of this. It wasn't like it was your fault that he hadn't. He just got too caught up in the way you made him feel. When he turned to look at you, his heart melted as he watched you biting your lip apprehensively.

"It's alright, Darlin'. You didn't do anything wrong."

When you sniffed softly, he picked your purse up from the seat next to you and opened it up. Your phone battery was almost dead, and he had to have you unlock it for him, but then he went into your contacts to add his number.

"If you ever need something, call me. You can trust me," he promised as he typed his name into your address book.

"I know I can," you whispered, sniffing again as his fingers fumbled through typing out his phone number. When he hit save, your phone died, and he wasn't sure if the number would be there or not the next time you turned it on. The thought settled like a brick in his chest, but you were already reaching for your phone and purse as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You sobbed, "Thank you," before opening the door and slamming it shut again after you climbed out. Then Jake watched you run toward the building as you wiped the back of your hand along your cheek.

He didn't move an inch until he made sure you were safely inside, catching one last glimpse of your sneakers as he realized he'd probably never see you again.

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Well. She really freaked herself out. And she made him feel like shit. And he made her feel small for the first time all weekend. And now they have said goodbye. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[wri0thesley]

Omg I immediately think about a praise kink but I CANNOT choose between Thoma or Itto!! For either one you like more, Nat! I can't pick. 😭

its thoma time. did you mean praise kink for thoma or for reader? who knows. why not both.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. oral sex (reader receiving). reader calls thoma a good boy. reader is afab but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

(send me a genshin kink thought/thirst for elucidation and drabbles)    

Kiss. Suck. Lick. Pant. Kiss--

"You're doing so good for me," Thoma breathes out, as your fingers tangle in the sandy mop of his hair, looking at you over the curve of your stomach with his green eyes gone dark like the forest. "You're so good, angel--"

"Hnn," is all the reply you manage, your own chest rising and falling rapidly as you try and control your own breathing. "Ahh-- feels . . . Thoma--"

He huffs out laughter, but there's a whine in the back of his throat that you can hear as he presses another trail of hot, hungry kisses along your damp inner thigh.

"Shh," Thoma says to you. "Let me take care of you. Please--" His voice pitches towards the end; as if there are more unspoken pleas layered behind the one that you hear. Thoma's long fingers curl around the outside of your thighs, spreading your legs even further apart so there is more room for him to slot his face against your sex. Hot breath tickles your most intimate parts (everything about Thoma is warm; his breath, his hands, the tone of his voice and his gaze when he levels it adoringly at you), before Thoma sighs again and presses a fluttering kiss against the swollen nub of your clit.

His hot tongue drags against it with no other warning and your hips jerk.

"Mmf! Thoma!" You throw your head back into the pillows, your spine arching to press more of yourself against his face. "Ah, feels so good. Y-you're so good at this--"

Thoma peers up from between your thighs again, and there’s an obvious dusting of flush on his pretty face. He bites his lip. 

“You’re s-so good for me,” he says, a light mumble in his voice; his eyes going almost dazed at the praise. He dips his head back between your legs before you can dwell on it again. There’s a renewed intensity to his insistent lapping, now; a certain rhythm that makes ricochets of heat flutter up and down your spine. A rocking of his body--

You look down. He is rocking his body, almost unconsciously, as he uses his mouth on you so hungrily. He’s practically writhing against the bedcovers that you’re all splayed out on for him - and you realise with another rush of heat that it’s because he’s grinding into the mattress as he does. 

“Thoma,” you whisper, but he glides his tongue over where you’re sticky and oozing with a mixture of your own arousal and Thoma’s saliva and you lose the thread of what you were going to say, the tip of his tongue nudging against your opening. “Archons--”

“Taste so good,” he tells you, in that same muddled, hazy voice. “Mmf. Could stay here for hours. . .”

Embarassment mixed with pleasure sings in your veins at just how far gone Thoma is - but you know, as your hips raise from the mattress in tandem with two long fingers pressing against you and his tongue once again moving to your clit, that you’re not much better off.

Sweat is clinging to your forehead and naked body in a damp sheen; the same way it is for Thoma, droplets rolling down the lean muscle of his chest and the pale hollows of his throat. Thoma’s face, too, is glistening - when you manage to capture a glimpse of it in between his hungry dives to feast on what you have between your legs, of course. 

“Thoma,” you repeat, because it’s awfully hard to concentrate with Thoma’s talented tongue lapping at you, devouring you like you’re the last meal he’s ever going to get the pleasure of savouring. One finger slides slowly into you, wet with your own slick, and your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as it does. You barely register you’ve said anything. “Mmf-- oh, you’re . . . you’re so perfect--”

He full-on whimpers against your sex; a little noise of need and pleasure that settles low inside of your stomach. The vibrations almost, almost, almost send you over the edge - but Thoma manages to keep hold of himself, pulls back, presses a lingering kiss to your clit as his fingers slip into a slow rhythm. 

“You’re perfect,” he tells you, in a voice that’s so close to a whine. “I wanna-- need to-- Will you come for me, pretty? Angel? Please?”

“Mmhmm,” you agree, your hips rocking in little circles in time with the curl of his fingertips inside of you. “You always make me come, Thoma. Such-- such a g-good boy--”

The final three words push him over the edge; he dives back into you as if his life depends on it, his fingers mercilessly rubbing against your sweet spot as he suckles your clit into his mouth. Lewd, wet noises echo in the room, drowning out your soft keens and the moans that Thoma, too, is making as he works his mouth and fingers in tandem. 

You come utterly undone for him. 

Whimpering and whispering out sweet praises into the ceiling about how good he feels, about the talent in his tongue and his fingers, about how you love and adore him and want him so badly it hurts you sometimes. Thoma’s fingers and body and that talented tongue jerk at the praise, mercilessly pushing you through every peak of your orgasm as you feel like your entire body is on fire. 

You’re just about lucid enough to see that Thoma is trembling, still grinding his hips uselessly against the bed, still flushed and pretty and needy himself. You’re panting as you drag the hand in his hair forward, not quite pulling but insistent enough that he understands that you’re asking him to move. 

He separates from you with a slick pop and then he is on top of you, his own trousers half down, his cock bobbing against his stomach slick with precome. You’re sure there’ll be a wet patch on the coverlets where he couldn’t stop rutting into the mattress as he ate you out, but that is not a pressing matter right now.

“Kiss me,” Thoma mumbles, and as you surge up to wrap your arms about his shoulders your lips and tongues and teeth meet one another in a desperate clash. You can taste yourself on Thoma’s mouth (and see yourself, shining wet on Thoma’s face), but that is unimportant too. He breaks the kiss just long enough, always charming and always adoring, to say; “You came so pretty for me.”

“I did?” You ask, still panting. His body is hot on top of yours, but it still feels as though it belongs there. His cock digs into your bare thigh and your eyelids flutter again as you consider how unfair this exchange has been so far. “Ah. Then . . . then it’s your turn now, isn’t it?”

[eddiebillysteve]

because the sweet @andormeddows did this with one of my fics, i wanna pass the love along and do the same this to this fic by 🐝 because i’ve been dying to read it!!!!! read along with my dumb ass thoughts under the cut :’ )

You died that night. —GooD tbh

Lifeless body being carried away by the Mindflayer —NVM I TAKE IT BACK

Behind the blue camaro —OH YEAH BB THE CAMAROOOO

Until silence, dead bodies surrounding you, all except for one. —ooo o o o oo shit

large bats rapidly flying through the air towards you —NOT THE DEMOBATS

returning to the places they sleep at night, back to their families —how are the demobats cute to me rn 😭😭

All of yours had died and two of your sisters had gone missing in 1979 and 1983. —Jesus that’s so SAD

They thought you were ‘hooking up’ to get special treatment —omg ✨ special treatment ✨ maybe i WAS

and if you were alive you’d rather be dead than have to suffer through this pain. — 🥺🥺🥺🥺

A guardian angel, perhaps. —honestly this is what i’d think even if i wasn’t dying bc billy is beautiful bye

Nothing existed to you anymore. You didn’t exist. — This is a beautiful line and i feel it in my soul rn even tho i’m not in the upside down

Three things you could see from atop this trailer were the red skies with a small number of wispy black clouds passing slowly above your head, lightning in the sky, electrocuting the bat-like creatures that had been coasting around, and a forest of pillars, each occupied by a cloud of black smoke from afar, standing just a few feet away from you. And now you could see the figure clambering up to the rooftop, limping towards you. —Your writing is so descriptive and I want to take notes on how to GET A VOICE LIKE YOURS BC ITS SO GOOD JFc

Tears welled in his vulnerable eyes as he took a hold of your shoulders —MY BABY 🥺

another body breathing, living above you, with his thighs straddling yours —I make everything so dirty in my brain oh my god like not the straddling

a feeling almost alien to him. Almost. —I’d die for him tbh

he stood about 6 foot tall, with big strong arms and his long, dirty blonde curls fell around his handsome face. His muscles gleamed with a slick coating of sweat and blood, and you swore his stature looked like that of a male adonis sent down from heaven to help you. The necklace he wore around his neck brushed against your thumping chest, settling down as he slipped into your arms. — JUST 🥵🥵🥵🥵

You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. —I wish 😭 this is why i struggle reading x reader fics bc i hate myself too much but i am INTO THIS so we’re pretending i’m someone else 😂😂😂😂

A vine snaked its way around his waist, reminiscent of the way Toni, his ex-girlfriend, —me: fuck toni billy can only be with steve eddie or me 😤😤

He pulled your intertwined fingers up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your bruised knuckles, —CRYIGNGFF

His eyes began to tear up once more at the sight, the sun on your upper arm reminding him of a memory he treasured in his mind. Him and his mom at the beach, just the two of them, before his little sister had come along. —billy thinking about his mum and the beach is always too much for me i s2g

And for once it wasn’t your papa or other patients at the hospital. —omg how did it not occur to me until i read ‘papa’ THAT IT’S THE LAB AM I AN IDIOT OR IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A HOLY SHIT IM MINDBLOWN MOMENT BC AAAAAA I LOVE THIS SFUCK

He thought he’d never see the sun again, but there you were, right in front of him. —tbh tattoo this line on my forehead. Read it at my funeral. I am IN LOVE WITH IT JESUS WHAT A BEAUTIFUL LINE

watching as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout, wiping away a stray tear that had begun to roll down his cheek. —babygirl 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I like to think I looked good while dying, even if my hair got messed up,” he laughed breathlessly, a sound for sore ears, —honestly he’s right he did look real fucking good while dying idk i dont make the rules

Sorry, I don’t think I quite caught your name?” — it’s megan but hopefully one day it won’t be 🤭

He looked like something straight out of a horror film; the handsome serial killer who uses his looks to lure girls in… That type. —i’d be his first victim bc i’d be THIRSTING over him faster than he could say ‘get in the car’ or smthing like that

“My name,” you said, pointing to the ink. “My name is F- Four.” — I’M INTO THIS i like four :’ )

He’s in the walls of the hospital now. —GOD another beautiful line

you both settled on IV, the Roman numeral for Four. “A lovely nickname for a lovely girl. And if you don’t want to be called that I can call you… (Y/N)? You look like a (Y/N).” —The me in this story is gna go by ‘Ivy’ now since that’s how you say IV which means four anyway so it’s CUTE

I fucking hate being happy.” —we love a bitter rat boy

“It’s Billy… Billy Hargrove.” —yes it IS bb yes it is

So that concludes my live reading of stitches pt 1 and i cannot WAIT to read the rest god damn

it’s also making me want to try my hand at an x reader fic even tho i think i’d stink at it so YOU’VE CONVERTED ME

Stitches - Volume I

part 001 - A Kiss Before Dying

fandom - Stranger Things (2016-)

pairing(s) - Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

taglist - @vingtetunmars @dallysnecklace @in-love-with-will-byers @taecube if you would like to be added or taken off please let me know in the comments <3

warnings for this chapter - violence, mention of death, mention of a massacre, mention of hawkins national laboratory, the shadow monster/mind flayer, a character is kinda ooc but that’s a given we all know i can’t write characters in character (but also they’re scared shitless so i guess i’m let off the hook with this for now).

word count - 3.5k

quick note before i get started here - im so excited to post chapter one of my passion project, stitches! it has elements from every season but with my magical twist on it and i hope you enjoy as much as i did writing this. also i’m still grieving, okay? this fic gives me hope for the future. so if i rip your heart out and crush it with my fingers, i’m sorry (no i’m not) - bee 🐝

You died that night.

Simple as that.

One moment you were breathing, feeling your nerves tumbling around your insides, hearing the screams from your friends as you were launched into the air, immense pressure being added to your joints, your lifeless body being carried away by the Mind Flayer.

Being swung around every which way as it jumped from street lamp to street lamp down, looking for… something, tears falling from your eyes upon the impact of the cold, fresh air around you. And having left the other bodies at the hospital it would be much easier to take just one body back to its lair. You.

On the way to wherever the monster was taking you, it suddenly stopped, and the sound of police sirens surrounding a burning car and screams filled your eardrums, your eyes widening in horror as the shopping mall behind the blue camaro burst into flames and collapsed in on itself.

Not a second later your body fell heavily to the ground, bones on the brink of shattering after the pressure being put on them, and a dark red puddle appeared by your left side where the monster had bitten into you, the side from which you were carried to… Whatever this place was. Hell on Earth? You didn’t know, and, or, couldn’t tell.

You couldn’t hear the police sirens anymore, couldn’t see the horror imprinted on your friend’s faces as they tried to take down this monster, screaming and shouting, giving it their all. Until silence, dead bodies surrounding you, all except for one.

Your eyes stared lifelessly into the red skies, large bats rapidly flying through the air towards you, not able to see the bright lights of the hospital any longer, instead laying on the blood covered tiles with nobody in sight.

Or so you thought.

The bats flew away upon hearing something, returning to the places they sleep at night, back to their families. At least they had family. All of yours had died and two of your sisters had gone missing in 1979 and 1983. And now you, missing today, in the summer of 1985. You needed to find them, even though you hated them and they hated you because of how close you were with one of the doctors. They thought you were ‘hooking up’ to get special treatment.

You had to find your friends. But not right now. Right now you were on the verge of dying, or you were already dead. You couldn’t tell, the pain was unbearable, and if you were alive, you’d rather be dead than have to suffer through this pain.

Your eyes gained focus on a figure looming in the distance, stumbling as he held onto his blood soaked chest, holding what was left of his once white shirt to the wound to attempt to stop the bleeding. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, and you didn’t feel the hands that grabbed you by the waist, the icy blue eyes looking deeply into yours, searching for a sign of life.

A guardian angel, perhaps.

Nothing existed to you anymore. You didn’t exist. But a sudden blow to your stomach made you instantly snap your eyes open.

You lay atop a building, one you were quite unfamiliar with; in a trailer park, surrounded by similar trailers covered in moving black tendrils and vines, broken windows, and spores floating around the air. And you could hear something in the distance: it sounded like… loud, obnoxious noise. Music of some sort. And it sounded like it was coming from below you, but not from the trailer you were laying on.

Was it coming from… the sky? How is that possible?

You couldn’t stitch together any thoughts and had absolutely no clue what part of America you were in, or if you were still even in America at all anymore, but the entire scenery before you made your heartbeat accelerate in your chest, as if it hadn’t been beating fast enough already.

Three things you could see from atop this trailer were the red skies with a small number of wispy black clouds passing slowly above your head, lightning in the sky, electrocuting the bat-like creatures that had been coasting around, and a forest of pillars, each occupied by a cloud of black smoke from afar, standing just a few feet away from you. And now you could see the figure clambering up to the rooftop, limping towards you.

Your stomach dropped, a nauseated feeling coursing through you as you came face to face with him. Though your body seemed to feel slightly better with each passing minute, and soon enough, you managed to pull yourself to sit up, to look this person dead in the eye.

He hovered above you, cold blooded, veins black and prominent like the vines and tendrils on the floor and all over the trailer, drying blood on his face, leaving him almost unrecognizable to anybody that knew him. Tears welled in his vulnerable eyes as he took a hold of your shoulders, his long eyelashes fluttering with a deep worry. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, his face became more clear than ever to you, and you felt a spark ignite between you as you lifted the palm of your hand up to his face to cup his cheek.

“Hello?” You whispered, your eyes lighting up at his presence. Another life. You thought you were alone, but no, there was another body breathing, living above you, with his thighs straddling yours.

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, a feeling almost alien to him. Almost. You let out a small chuckle of relief, and so did he. And he felt himself slipping into you, a stranger’s arms, as his body shook, racked with an exorbitant amount of confusion and the fear of the unknown.

He looked young, not a day over eighteen years old, but a little older than you.

Despite his fragile state he stood about 6 foot tall, with big strong arms and his long, dirty blonde curls fell around his handsome face. His muscles gleamed with a slick coating of sweat and blood, and you swore his stature looked like that of a male adonis sent down from heaven to help you. The necklace he wore around his neck brushed against your thumping chest, settling down as he slipped into your arms.

It took him a moment to remember what had happened to him. His once warm smile banished to neverland, never to return, replaced with a tight lipped expression that had felt like a straight punch to his own stomach. A punch and blow harder than anyone had ever given him. The tears streaming down your face dampened your skin, your features all blending into one, like an oil painting. One that he would want to hang up on his wall and cherish forever. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Except he couldn’t do any of that now. He was dead. And so were you.

The moment he slipped into your inviting arms he felt like two hands were grabbing his own arms, trying to pull him away from you, but he held on. He kept holding onto you, wrapping his now fragile arms around your body.

A vine snaked its way around his waist, reminiscent of the way Toni, his ex-girlfriend, had done day and night before the accident, creeping up to surprise him with her presence at school, or at home when he wasn’t expecting it, or to show that she was his only one.

Now you both had each other by the fingertips, weaving them together like a crochet blanket or a wicker basket, holding on for dear life. Or death. But he didn’t feel like he had died. He remembered the Mind Flayer’s arm shooting through the first three layers of the skin of his chest, as an unknown, supernatural force had stopped the Flayer from completely puncturing his heart as it had done with you. But the blood loss was too much, and he ended up passing from that, now lying in your arms, but that sensation of being tugged away wouldn’t stop.

He pulled your intertwined fingers up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your bruised knuckles, and you started to see that maybe, finally, he might have calmed down.

“Too pretty to die,” you choked out, the first thing you could think of, watching in horror as blood began dripping from your own mouth and nose and onto his hands. “Won’t let you die. Not this time.”

The furrow in the boy’s brows softened, and he rested his forehead against yours, the feeling of warmth radiating around you in the cold, dead world that you now inhabited. He looked down at the little space between you, gazing at and admiring the small tattoos on your arms: one with a small sun and the word ‘sunshine’ scrawled beneath it that Sapphire had given to you when you two were left alone in your hospital room. And the one you had always kept a secret from everyone, sitting underneath the piece of red fabric you tied around your wrist like a bracelet.

His eyes began to tear up once more at the sight, the sun on your upper arm reminding him of a memory he treasured in his mind. Him and his mom at the beach, just the two of them, before his little sister had come along. The only time he had ever truly been happy. Until now.

“You saved my life,” the boy choked out, almost a whisper, small spurts of blood falling from his aching mouth. “Why?”

Why?

You frowned, running a hand over your head and hair in thought. Your mind refused to work properly in the moment, caught in a haze, only two thoughts circling your mind in that moment: one part of you needed to know what the hell he was talking about, and another screamed at you to take his hand and run.

There’s no shame in running, right?

But you were exhausted. From trying to stop your once best friend from destroying the place you called home, to comforting Bella and Jamie when they thought Saph was on her last few breaths. But then you ended up here, along with this boy, in the depths of hell.

You didn’t deserve to be here. And neither did he.

The boy noticed a flicker of hesitation in your eyes as you begged her throat to let you speak, your words croaking out, almost inaudible, like somebody had been squeezing your throat too hard. And for once it wasn’t your papa or other patients at the hospital.

It’s just a dream, you thought. You couldn’t even begin to count how many times you’d dreamed of something like this; falling, falling from a window you broke in the hospital, until you’d wake up in your mentor, Peter’s, arms panting and crying, not wanting to admit it to yourself or anyone else that you’d been crying over a stupid dream. But this dream was nothing like anything you’d ever experienced before.

Something wasn’t right.

You felt your power this time, stronger than usual, you could feel and hear the squelching noises beneath your bodies. Your vision was too clear and your skin began to prickle with goosebumps, which had never happened in your dreams before.

But this… This time it wasn’t a dream. And this time Peter wasn’t there to catch and comfort you.

You were actually falling, the electric shocks from the lightning missing your body by mere inches, getting closer and closer to falling on top of the trailer with each passing second.

Finally, you snapped, and you realized you’d been leaving the boy hanging for the last two minutes for your answer. Your body tensed, holding in air for a second, before letting yourself threaten to scream if you couldn’t get your words out any other way.

“Because even though my papa thinks I’m a monster, I’m proving him wrong. I was the only one who survived the massacre. I’m the strongest in that place, but he couldn’t see that. So I’m proving to him that I can save lives, even if he can’t see me,” you whispered back, watching as his eyes shifted around the area surrounding you, and to gain his attention back you prodded the tip of his nose with the pad of your left index finger. “Beep!”

You know that feeling you get when you step from a dark place and into the sun, and the lights so white and hot that your eyes ache and you’re blinded? Where you panic for just a moment, afraid you’ll never see that sun again?

That’s what it felt like looking into your (e/c) eyes, and he willed his own eyes to not water from your brightness. He thought he’d never see the sun again, but there you were, right in front of him.

He smiled, wrapping his arms back around you, and it felt strangely familiar, engulfing you in his big arms and tight embrace. His chest heaved as he inhaled, smelling remnants of lavender and jasmine on your skin. A perfect combination.

And just like that his eyes glazed over and his smile wavered, his mind being drawn back to the reality that there was no hope of the both of you making it out of here alive. If you could even leave.

He whimpered into your hair, and finally the vines and tendrils released him, letting his body slump over yours, the impact knocking the air out of your chest.

“Ugh,” you groaned, the stretching of a gash on your lip as you spoke making you wince in pain.

The boy noticed this action and next thing he knew he was caressing one of the gashes on your lower lip with the pad of his thumb as you caught your breath. You gave him a small smile of appreciation, trying to not hurt yourself again.

“I know this will be hard to hear but I think we died…” you lamented, watching as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout, wiping away a stray tear that had begun to roll down his cheek. “I know, I know. We’ll get you outta here soon, okay?”

“I like to think I looked good while dying, even if my hair got messed up,” he laughed breathlessly, a sound for sore ears, like the most perfectly crafted piece of music you ever heard. Like Wolfgang Mozart’s ‘Requiem’. “Not that it matters now. And we’ll both get out of here. I’m not leaving you here on your own… Sorry, I don’t think I quite caught your name?”

You stayed silent, running your hands through his curly hair to put it back into shape, or some sort of shape that wasn’t almost fully over his face as it was when you first saw him. He looked like something straight out of a horror film; the handsome serial killer who uses his looks to lure girls in… That type.

“I’m pretty sure Satan won’t care what we look like when we face him,” you replied with a small chuckle, avoiding the question about your name. For one you didn’t know, being addressed as the tattoo on your wrist for as long as you could remember, and two—

“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours first.”

“Not a chance!” He barked a laugh. “I asked first!”

You rolled your eyes, he wasn’t going to give up any time soon. You showed him your wrist, the tattoo you never showed anyone gleaming under the red sky. He blinked in confusion, until it slapped him in the face like a wet fish.

He’d seen a tattoo like this before. Where? He couldn’t exactly remember, but he was sure he saw it.

As his thumb caressed your inked skin the sensation of the needle being jabbed into you as you were strapped down in the chair came back, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to get the pain to go away.

“Zero,” he said. “Zero,” he repeated. “Four? What does this mean?”

“My name,” you said, pointing to the ink. “My name is F- Four.”

He laughed in disbelief. “Jeez, your parents must be even more crazy than mine!”

“We all have numbers like this. Papa did this to us. Me, Jane and Kali were the only ones who escaped. Jane killed everyone, including my best friend, Peter, and then she went to… Um… I can’t remember where I saw her go. We went separate ways and I was found by Papa and thrown back into the hospital to ‘get better’. And then I was taken by the monster to whatever place this is.”

He cursed under his breath, taking your hands in his, giving them a little squeeze of reassurance. “Did you say Eleven? I…”

“She wasn’t very nice to me…” you admitted, wishing you’d uttered your statement quieter as you heard a small creak and snap of something in the distance, followed by a blood curdling scream. It sounded like a girl. But you chose to brush that off as you continued.

“…And she was Papa’s favourite. She got special treatment and got to spend more time with Peter than anyone else. And then she… she killed him, r- right in front of me. He’s in the walls of the hospital n-now.”

Your voice wavered at the end of your statement, lip quivering, weaving your own fingers together to distract yourself from the truth that yes, Eleven had been getting special treatment in the hospital. But besides Peter, she was the second strongest person you had ever seen, after you, so you had to give it to her.

The boy nodded, sucking in a short breath before exhaling deeply through his nose. “I understand that you don’t like Eleven, but she tried to save my life. She was the only person who was ever nice to me other than my mom. I think she’s changed, …Four.”

You nodded in reply slowly, thoughts running through your mind as you listened to his laboured breaths, suppressing a wince each time his slightly rough fingertips grazed over a small cut on your skin.

“You can call me a name if you like… If calling me Four makes you uncomfortable. I won’t be offended.”

“It’s not making me uncomfortable but it might stop you getting bullied when we get back into the real world,” he mused. “And besides, if anyone does bully you, come straight to me and I’ll sort ‘em out, okay?”

His smile was a bit more genuine this time, and he found himself slipping a weakened arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, the side with less blood stains covering his skin.

You both decided it was for the better. He would call you by your number around you and your inner circle, if you had one, and otherwise you both settled on IV, the Roman numeral for Four. “A lovely nickname for a lovely girl. And if you don’t want to be called that I can call you… (Y/N)? You look like a (Y/N).”

“Sure…” You trailed off, a smile creasing in your eyes and lips. “You still haven’t told me your name yet!”

He rolled his eyes in amusement. “Damn, I thought I’d gotten away with it. Since you’re being nice to me, I’ll tell you. But only if you promise me one thing.”

“And what’s that?” You asked, maneuvering your body to sit on the edge of the trailer, suddenly jumping to your feet on the ground, narrowly avoiding a tendril beside your left foot.

“Promise me you’ll stop scrunching up your nose when you smile. It’s too cute and It’s making me happy. I fucking hate being happy.”

The sweet sound of your laughter ringing through the air around you both was worth looking like an idiot for. And he hated you for it. He hated that a girl he met five minutes ago could make him feel a way that somebody he’d known all his life never ever could.

“You have a beautiful laugh,” he said, showing off his perfect pearly whites as he smiled.

“And you have a dopey smile, … Still haven’t gotten your name yet. Will I call you No-name?”

He didn’t bother replying to that, too busy wanting to aggravate you with that shit-eating grin on his face. All he wanted to do right now was annoy you, and also he wanted to fall asleep, whatever happened to him had his energy almost fully drained from him and he just wanted to curl up into a ball and close his eyes to forget about what just happened.

Which was easier said than done.

You didn’t back down, continuing to ask him repeatedly, poking at his ribs as you did so, making a frown furrow in his brows. But you didn’t care, if he lashed out at you it wouldn’t hurt, you were roaming freely here already dead after all. “I won’t stop until you tell me!” You said, a grin wide on your face.

He sighed, and finally, maybe he just gave in.

And yes, he did.

“It’s Billy… Billy Hargrove.”

part 002: the girl with the number tattoo