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mr-bas00nist · 2 years ago

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On The Clock

Chris Redfield x Male reader

Summary: You and Chris are on a mission and things get a little…. Frisky.

Cw! Fingering, Handjob, Exhibitionism, Public sex, Vouyerism, Hold The Moan, Degradation, Blood and Humiliation. Readers also a big boy.

@xweirdo101x not your request but here ya go! :) also your welcome Jason @j-hauke

You and Chris were currently on the hunt for a B.O.W that had recently been sighted. There were other soldiers on the sight as you two drove to the ‘battleground’. “So how hostile is this motherfucker exactly?” You turn to Chris asking him with your arms crossed. “Not the most hostile weapon we’ve ever seen but we still need to deal with it.” He speaks keeping his eyes on the road.

When you guys arrived you saw a big creature being shot at. You guys began to shoot at it trying to be as careful as you could be to not get hurt. Soon it conjured more of it’s little demons leaving another thing to worry about. While Chris was shooting at it he didn’t pay attention to his environment resulting in a blow from the enemy. He stumbled to the ground grunting. You look over to his direction seeings he’s on the ground and quickly run over taking him to a nearby building to patch him up.

“That was stupid Redfield.” You speak shaking your head as you look at his bloodied leg. “Don’t fucking lecture me.” He rolls his eyes scoffing. You glare at him as you ‘accidentally’ pour a little more alcohol on his wound than what was needed. He winces at the sting of the alcohol on his fresh wounds. “Fuck…. Asshole.” He whispers breathlessly. You grin from ear to ear tying up his disinfected wound.

“Well that’s a bit rude.” You speak amused. He laughs a little rolling his eyes. “Like your not an asshole to me.” He leans into you looking for a kiss. You reciprocate grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. Before he can pull away you grab him back not wanting to end the kiss. Your hands began to wander around his body as the kiss got greedier and greedier.

You both pull away panting. You smile at him as you help him up. You pretend not to notice the growing hard on in his jeans. Before you can walk away he grabs your wrist panting. “Y-you can’t just leave me like this..” He speaks still panting from the previous kiss. “And why not?” You turn around caging him against the wall. “Because your cruel, but not that cruel.” You think about his words for a moment.

“Alright you got me there. But we gotta make this quick, understood?” You ask looking around. He nods eagerly. You smirk flipping him so he’s facing the wall. You quickly tug his pants down pulling his underwear down a bit. You slowly begin to rub your own growing erection against his ass. You snake your arm in front of him wrapping your palm around his dick. You slowly begin to pump him moving up and down slowly getting him even harder.

“Fuck-“ he lets out an especially loud moan making you look around for any signs of life. “Quiet down a little, your gonna get us caught. Bet you’d like that though?” You smirk picking up your pace. He groans nodding at the increased torture on his aching cock. “What a fucking whore.” You taunt continuing to pick up your pace. “What would your men think? Seeing their cold and calculated captain pinned against a wall moaning like there’s no tomorrow.”

He groans at your words. “F-Fuck, already close….” He moans out beginning to thrust his hips into your hand. You smirk deciding to degrade him to move him along. “God, you really enjoy shit like this? That’s really fucking pathetic, you lasted at least 30 fucking seconds and your already begging to cum?” You laugh picking up your pace as you begin to move at an inhuman speed.

He begins to twitch in your hand signaling he was close. “G-gonna, gonna c-“ before he can cum his phone rings. “Really, right now?” He groans in annoyance picking the phone up. You pause your motions listening curiously. “Captain! Do you and Major L/n need any help?!” You hear Piers shouting on the phone. Chris sighs heavily. “No Piers were fi-“ Chris chokes on his own words as you bend him over more prodding his entrance with your pointer finger.

He quickly muted the phone looking up at you with wide eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” He shouts. “Better keep talking sweetheart.” You smirk fingering him slowly. He covers his mouth holding back a moan before beginning to speak again. Piers was a talker and always wanted to know what was going on which made this even better. “Y-yeah we’re fineeeee~” He moans quietly.

“Okay! Did you break your leg or something!? Or was it just a cut!?” Piers shouts trying to scream over the chaos outside. Chris shakes his head as he tries to speak again only to get cut off by a second finger. You click your tongue. “Well don’t keep him waiting, speak.” You whisper as he tries to not let out a peep. “J-j-just a good ol’ scratch P-Piers! Nothing to worry about!” Chris’s eyes roll back slightly as he begins to back into your fingers.

“Alright sir! I’ll report to everyone, just get out here as soon as you can!” Piers shouts. You speed up your fingers making Chris begin to twitch in your hands. His eyes go wide as he shakes his head no petrified. “B-bye P-piers-!” He quickly hangs up the phone as he cums with a loud moan. You smirk as you slowly pump his cock riding out his orgasm.

He pants against the wall breathing shakily as you pull your fingers out of him. “Honestly didn’t think you had it in you.” You speak impressed. His breath hitches as he shakes in your grasp. “Fuck you.” He sighs heavily smiling. “Maybe later. Come on, before they start looking for us.” You take your handgun out reloading. You quickly run out of the building leaving Chris alone.

He quickly pulls his underwear and his pants up running out with a shotgun in hand. Two soldiers watch as he runs back onto the field looking at each other. “I told you he was the fucking bottom.” One of them speaks. The other guy rolls his eyes.

“Fine I owe you a beer.”

#dom male reader #dom reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x male reader #chris redfield smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you

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stwrkeys · 2 years ago

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jj fucking reader on his motorcycle😵‍💫

it’s so messy. your juices and jj’s mixing on the seat of his motorcycle as he fucks you silly, forcing you into your second orgasm. he’s standing in front of you. your legs are wrapped around his neck, allowing him better access. the sounds coming out of you are pornographic. his motorcycle is parked outside of the chateau and all of your friends are sleeping inside. jj’s fingertips dig into your thighs. “just like that, princess.” he leans forward and sucks a spot on your neck just below your jaw, while still fucking his body into yours. “you like that? huh? lemme see that pretty face. open those pretty little eyes.” his words only half register in your mind, the only thing you can pay attention to being how good he’s making you feel. you shake your head. tears threaten to spill out of your tightly shut eyes. “come on, baby. don’t give me no tears. too pretty to cry.” you attempt to open your eyes, tears clouding your vision. “there we go, pretty baby” jj smirks at the dumb state he put you in. shaking his head. he speeds up his already rapid pace, rolling his hips to hit the right spots. “j, almost there” your words come out strained. the fuzzy feeling in your tummy keeping your mind focused only on the pleasure. “cum for me, baby. lemme feel it.” he moves one of his hands from your thighs to your clit. his fingers rub it in circles aggressively. instinctively, you arch your back. but jj puts his hand on your tummy to hold you down. his touch sends sparks through your body. you could feel yourself reaching your peak. “jj, kiss me,” you pant. he leans down again to press his mouth against yours. your tongues move together. jj swallows a moan from your mouth as you cum, dragging his name out. you pull him closer to you by the nape of his neck. he holds you still while he fucks you, reaching his orgasm. he groans into your mouth, tight grip on your hair. his hot, white juices spurting into you, blending with your own. a fucking mess. all over the two of you. all over his motorcycle. you’re catching your breath. you don’t even notice jj moving to kneel in front of you until you feel his tongue licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. if it weren’t for him holding you still, you would’ve fell off of the bike from the way your body jerked. “relax, baby. just cleaning you up,” he whispers against your pussy, causing you to shiver. “wanna taste?” he asks. you nod, looking into his eyes. god, you’d never get over those. he moves a hand to grab your hair so that he could kiss you again. his tongue makes contact with yours, combining your liquids once again. the sensual act makes you whine. “shit, you gotta control those sounds of yours, baby. makin’ me wanna go again.” jj rasps. you can only let out a breathy laugh, eyes still shut. “you okay, mama?” he picks you up into his muscular arms, your legs wrapping around his torso as he pulls his large tshirt back down your head. “let’s get you inside, okay?” the two of you head back into the chateau, leaving the mess on the motorcycle for jj to deal with the next day.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader

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literallyrousseau · 7 months ago

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(would take wayy too long to comment thread this, so;)

The entire Rot & Ruin series by Jonathan Maberry: a post apocalyptic zombie series that follows a teenage boy and his buds as they learn the horrid reality of the world they live in (horror/sci-fi)

The Simon Snow trilogy by Rainbow Rowell; orphaned kid goes to magic school bc he's supposedly a chosen one, aka gay mages & vamp/human subplot romance, enemies to lovers (urban fantasy)

The Boneless Mercies by April G. Tucholke; an unfinished series abt a group of female mercenaries in the death trade who travel to kill whoever they are assigned, gone off path to fight a beast in hopes they'll earn enough that they won't have to be mercies anymore. (Fantasy/action)

Midnight Strikes by Zeba Shahnaz; girl stuck in a time loop, whole lotta violence and decent world building, barely there subplot romance (fantasy)

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew J. White; another post apocalyptic, but this time with religious imagery, whole bunch of body horror and a subplot gay romance, trans main character (horror/fantasy)

How to Bite Your Neighbor & Win a Wager by D.N Bryn; a deal between a dude desperately trying to figure out what the hell happened to his mother and a vampire who's starving. Gayness and angst ensue aka the inherent homoeroticism of letting ur vamp bro feed off you (fantasy)

Ethan & Jag Destroy the World by Maz Maddox; monsterfucking w a splash of saving the world that you broke by accidentally binding a demon to u bc you wanted a fake bf to piss off your ex. Gay. So gay. (Fantasy)

Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolás; a retelling of Lucifer's fall from heaven but make it angsty gay shit. Oh, and a terrifying amount of gore and violence at the end. It actually made me super uneasy, something not many things I've read have done. (Dark fantasy)

Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon; if you really like world building, high fantasy. DRAGONS so many dif pov's and lovable characters. Takes a bit to get into it, then it's addicting (high fantasy)

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall; fake dating, good character development, dudes bein gay . Pretty sure there's a second one? Haven't read it yet tho (romance)

These are just a few of my favs, I've got a bunch in my mini library.

I've prolly got more if you're lookin for something different

MY FRIEND I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS MATE

the synopsis and everything⁉️🔥 dude this convinced me to buy a kindle just to read foreign books without paying for the [very expensive] freightage

Aside from the ones with heavy gore and body horror [my bad bro, weak-ass stomach😔], I gotta read them all

Thank you for the recommendations man🫶🏻🫶🏻 fr thank you🫂

And you got a whole mini library⁉️⁉️ Man thats so cool, genuinely

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strstab · 2 years ago

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𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; jj spills beer in your hair and helps you wash it

pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader

notes ; topless 😓, alcohol mentions, cussing, fluff ofc, small jj mom mentions

a/n ; GUYS. can you help me figure out the word count shit… i saw it a couple weeks ago when writing a small blurb for funsies and now i cant find it ☹️ this one felt kinda long so i thought i’d put the word count but idk where it went… pls send help

“jj what the fuck?!” you felt a wet substance fall in your hair whilst sitting below your boyfriend

you and the pogues were doing your regular saturday night party at the chateau. beers and pizza in the living room. cup pong, ‘winner takes all’. and the occasional sneaking off to do the deed.

you were sitting on the floor, jj on the couch behind you. his legs dangled on each of your sides as he played with your hair quietly, sipping on a white claw.

“what?” he stopped playing with your hair to look down at you. he examined your current state and saw nothing wrong, other than the angry look on your face.

“you spilled god damn beer in my hair!” you started picking at your hair and quickly stood up to run to the bathroom. the last thing you needed was sticky and smelly beer in your hair, especially after you just payed the hair salon a good 60 bucks to cut and do a gloss treatment on it.

the pogues watched you run into the bathroom as kie got up to follow. “it’s fine kie i’ll deal with it-“ jj grumbled knowing he was going to get an earful.

she gave him a look and sat back down next to sarah.

jj knocked on the bathroom door and walked in. In sight was you trying to wet your hair with a pout on your face. “baby i’m sorry, i didn’t realize,”

“it’s fine, j,” you shrugged off your shirt, realizing the sink wasn’t going to do you any good. you rummaged around the mess of shampoos and found the one you used when you came over to sleep with jj and john b.

jj stared at you and decided to turn on the faucet in hopes of being able to help. he won’t ever admit it but, growing up while the times his mom was around, she’d tell him about how to treat a girl. how to make sure she was happy on her period, how to never make her mad, how to comfort her when she needed. and just a couples weeks before his mom got up and left, she taught him how to manage his own hair knowing she wouldn’t be able to sit on the bathroom floor and scrub his scalp for him.

“baby what are you doing?” you turned around and saw him fixing the detachable shower head.

he pulled out a towel and looked at you, “jus gonna help you, love.” you nodded and stepped into the bathtub, grabbing the shampoo and handing it to your boyfriend.

he took the shampoo and placed it next to him as he bent down next to the tub and grabbed the shower head that was dropping out warm water. he wet your hair and started to flip your hair around to get the water to touch your roots in all the right angles.

you shivered and he chuckled in response. “cold?” you shook your head and combed your fingers through the ends of your hair.

“i seen you’ve been taking notes, hm?” he rolled his eyes and laughed. there were days where you’d be showering and he’d decide to join. you’d wash his hair for him, assuming he thought the salt water of the beautiful ocean you and friends swam in everyday was enough to clean it.

“of course baby. gotta learn from the best, y’know?” he pressed a kiss to your temple and started lathering the shampoo in his hands.

he began massaging your scalp, sending tingles down your body. after a couple minutes of that, he rinsed it out with the water and repeated the process, this time with slightly colder water. you conversed about your day apart, not wanting it to be silent and finding this a good bonding time with your boyfriend.

you passed him the bottle of conditioner and he squirted a great amount of conditioner onto his palm. you heard a gasp and flipped your head around. seeing a big dumpling on his hand, you let a sharp inhale take over the silence knowing that it had to be wiped off and would end up a waste of good conditioner.

“umm.. what do i do..” he whispered with a worried look. “do i just.. smear it all in your hair?”

“no! no, don’t. wipe it off baby, like a quarter and a half of it. you don’t need that much,” you replied quickly. god, the amount of grease that would build up in your hair if he did that.

he wiped off the amount you suggested and look at you for approval. you nodded and turned your head back around. he spread the white product on your hair, avoiding the top of your head.

after rubbing it into the ends of your hair, he let it sit and combed his fingers through your hair. “baby,” he mumbled trying to grab your attention

you hummed in response. “hi baby,” you giggled at his soft and tired tone and replied back. “hi my love”

“i missed you,” rubbing his finger on your shoulder and tilting your chin to face him.

“yeah?”

“mhm”

“‘m right here, j,”

he let out an ‘i know’ and pecked at your lips. you pulled away but he pulled you back wanting more. you smiled against his lips and tugged at his hair to let you go.

he pouted and went back to rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

after thoroughly cleaning your hair, he dried it off with a towel and hugged you from behind. nuzzling his nose into your neck, you knew he was tired. he had a long day at the country club, then surfing, then studying with pope, now getting drunk off his mind. he just wanted to be laying down in bed with his favorite girl.

you finished drying off your hair and he dragged you into the guest bedroom where he stayed. “jj, i left my shirt in the bathroom,”

“you don’t need it..” he pushed you onto his bed with a smirk.

you laid on his pillow and groaned, “we’re not fucking right now, jj.” he his smirk was replaced with a frown and he decided to crawl on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body and closing his eyes.

with quiet talking, you kissed his forehead and played with his hair until he fell asleep.

“goodnight, love.”

idk guys but i just love the thought of boys being able to help girls with things… halfway through this i realized maybe i should’ve made reader be drunk and like spill punch or beer in her hair so jj has to help her clean up but like i didn’t feel like rewriting as it’s 11:30 right now.. but ofc if it’s requested i’ll rewrite it!!

but enjoy whatever time of day it is my loves 🐮

check out ocean eyes 🌅 bonita 💋 & pretty present 🍰

#jj maybank fluff #fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #obx jj #imagine #kissing #jj maybank x reader #strstab

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echolepzy · 2 months ago

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hm yes i enjoy reading your opinions, nice opinions you have. i will now share my own because that’s probably how humans converse or something idk /j

ship? i’ve really only seen isafrin and sifloop, and personally i enjoy sloop but like as a weird not romantic but secret 74th option that they invented one afternoon at 11:56am. isafrin is a classic, always chefs kiss. yes very ship very nice very good will read fics of them being dramatically torn apart to the point of insanity. i just like the classic sloop “i fucking despise you wanna cuddle” dynamic. better if loop is human and isabeau is there to break up their arguments. cuz it’s funny

my favorite silly has gotta be loop. they suck i hope they die in a supernova. sif is a very very close second, and my third would deffo be bonnie. they are a child who brought a child here. i think the only reasons loop is my favorite rn is 1) loop plush THAT I GOT yippee it doesn’t arrive until next year but. i’ll have it eventually and i will treasure it. forever. i’ll be buried with it. 2) funnysillyjokespun person traumatized x32 edition

trauma has gotta be the fact that sif almost destroyed the world with his abandonment issues. like dude…. which also includes mal du pays. the embodiment of homesickness itself is here to fuck shit uppp let’s go. i also really like time loops so really just the entire time loop situation(basically the whole game) especially when there’s fics about it post-canon. those are so fun.

THE LOST COUNTRY yessss i love this thing. a lot of my headcanons revolve around a fic that i thought was really cool that dove deep into its culture (fic here https://archiveofourown.org/works/56032411 i think). some of the things i remember and liked are bonds being expressed through nicknames(im like 85% sure that sif calls them all by nicknames but changes to calling some by full names in the game but i might be delusional so). i just really liked a lot of the culture deep dive in that fic. i also imagine them being rather technologically advanced in comparison to other countries, since like all that knowledge about stars. i think it’s also possible that there were still people who could perceive colour on that island(not majority, maybe like 20% of the population). and y’know how vaugarde is fantasy france? north island is fantasy greenland. just imo

leading off of that- poteria is fantasy america(so. they use fuck as curse :]) and idk what mwudu would be. i think it would be fun though, to have the various countries be fantastical irl countries, and is also supported by evidence with ka bua being fantasy japan. so yeah this is actually canon now.

and ngl i really wanna cosplay siffrin someday- like, i can’t this halloween cuz i already have a sick asf dragon costume in the works but maybe a thing in the future. maybe i could even do winged sif to make moneys worth of the wings im using for my dragon costume. maybe i’ll do it for next ren faire one day-

(i wish i had a sibling to have the loop-siffrin dynamic with… alas, as i am a lonely child and have none. i killed them in the womb /j)

-same mutual if you couldn’t tell (guess who lol)

First of all *absorbs that fic link* I'm reading this now thank you

Secondly fuck yeah Loop plushie buddies!! I'm sharing mine with my little brother since he's the undeniable Loop kinnie but the sticker is mine and it's going on my laptop

The wiki says Vaugarde is based on France, Ka Bue is based on Japan, the Forgotten Country is based on Guadeloupe (but insertdisc5 likes seeing other interpretations too), Poteria is based on Italy (which was my headcanon before I even saw it on the wiki lol), and Mwudu isn't really based on anything (I headcanon Germany for some reason, but also not? idk it's complicated, my main Mwudu headcanon is that they have this whole deal with fire). As a creature of low intelligence who always fails geography I kinda just stick with what the wiki tells me XD Also, Ka Bue is on the other side of the world but the rest of the countries are closer together, I think that's kinda interesting to think about-

Finding parts for my cosplay is proving to be a huge pain in the ass, right now I'm just settling for "close enough" and I'll try to customize the parts when I get them- Agh the hat is probably the hardest right now ;w; I wonder if they'll let me bring a dagger to my vocational school... My friend on the bus has actual knives with her every day so I don't see why I can't have a costume dagger (a real one would be cooler but I don't think my family would trust me with it).

#in stars and time #isat #idk if I'm supposed to take the “guess who” seriously or not #unmasking anons feels like a terrible crime #but I'm pretty sure you're the one on its third username since I met it lol #hope that's not too identifying for strangers reading this post

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kraekat29 · 1 month ago

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Suburban Legends- Chapter Eighteen

Several hours later JJ woke up, his head resting on Ruby’s chest, he let out a sigh of contentment, squeezing her gently as he regained his surroundings.

He sat up slightly as he heard some commotion, freezing as he saw the man that had attacked them in the ship, his arm gushing blood from the exact spot he had stabbed him with the spear.

“Rubes- Rue- baby wake up..” JJ whispered urgently, gently shaking her until she woke up with a whine, rubbing her eyes in confusion, “what..?” Ruby groaned.

“The guy who attacked us is right there. We gotta go” He said and pointed, her eyes widening as she automatically sat up.

The two of them tugged on the door, Ruby’s claustrophobia kicking in as the door wouldn’t budge.

“It won’t open.. fuck it won’t open!” Ruby yelled, tugging desperately on the door, “hey- hey look at me don’t freak out okay? We’ll figure it out” JJ said, cradling her face in his hands.

“Yeah.. yeah okay..” she breathed out, watching as he thought for a moment before banging on the window, trying to get the attention of the nurse.

“Ma’am! Hey! Hey over here!” JJ called out, “just a few more minutes!” The nurse brushed them off.

“No! No! Ma’am! That man right there tried to kill us! He tried to kill us!” He yelled, making a stabbing motion to the side of his neck.

The nurse gave him a weird look and shrugged, JJ groaning in frustration, “she won’t listen.. we need another plan” Ruby said, still tugging on the door.

“I got a plan- just stay back okay?” He said and laid down, kicking at the window with both feet, “harder.. you have to kick it harder J..” She said, her voice wavering from anxiety.

Ruby continued to tug on the door, flinching as JJ kicked through the glass and crawled out, “go- go I’ll buy us some time” he rushed out, opening the door for her.

She nodded and got out, adjusting her hair before rounding the corner, trying not to panic as he was grabbed up by security.

“Are you crazy! I feel like my brain is melting! Are you trying to fry me like chicken?!” JJ yelled at the nurse as he was being escorted.

Ruby watched and fought back a laugh, trying to remain hidden, “actually gentlemen take me outta here. I’m gonna file a formal complaint, you hear that? File a formal complaint” JJ said, struggling slightly as his arms were locked together behind him, his gaze landing on hers for a moment.

She watched in confusion for a moment, “file- he wants a file..” She muttered to herself and took off toward the main front desk.

Ruby snuck over, seeing the mans file right on top and snatching it before taking off outside, seeing Pope’s truck.

She took a nervous breath and ran, launching herself into the bed of the truck, “holy shit- are you okay? Where’s JJ?” Pope asked, “I’m fine! Just drive he should be out soon!” Ruby called back, leaning her head against the cab.

JJ ran out a moment later, grabbing Ruby’s extended hand and letting her help pull him into the bed of the truck with her.

“What the hell just happened?” Pope asked, “that guy who attacked us last night was there, he had a mark exactly where I got him” JJ explained.

“Well we have an address” Ruby said, holding up the file, “let’s go pay him a visit, we’ll be ready this time” JJ said, wrapping his arm around her.

The two caught their breath, what an insane twenty four hours.

#jj maybank #ruby routledge #john b routledge #sarah cameron #pope heyward #cleo obx #kiara carrera #rafe cameron #jj maybank smut #obx #obx fic #outer banks

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blanketforcas · 10 months ago

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1. Jim is a boomer to me.

2. He should just not say anything and be glad he got to be in the finale and tw. Instead fore the one alot fans wanted.

3. There are time When i hate When jensen is silent and times like now When i am glad he dont interact With fans online. Jim should be gratful fore fans. They are what makes him have a fucking job after all.

4. Why? You have had years to see how much the finale hurt alot of fans (and jensen) why you gotta start some shit now?!? Have you not lerned anything from your costars?? Like mp.. or jp? Or ketchup.. Maby That is what you have lerned? To Be a asshole online to fans? The ones who watch the show and who goes to cons and pay loads of money?

yeah lol it's like. buddy it's been over 3 years come on now. this isn't news to you. have you talked to people other than j*red? i mean clearly you have, since you were in spnwin. maybe he wasn't paying attention

all in all i can't say i'm surprised. just a little disappointed he still thinks like this but mostly disappointed he still hasn't learned to keep out of fandom spaces (especially if he has nothing nice to say)

#ok last ask about this for now

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mediocre-noodle · 3 months ago

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had a silly interaction in class today ->

class was mental health and counseling (love that class fr) and a slide came up w a chart that was like. hhh lemme-

one if these!! without the extra annotations.

now to edit it. with words.

“you’re okay” -> chronic illness

“you’re not okay” -> perfect physical health

“i’m okay” -> no chronic illness

“im not okay” -> poor physical health

thats just context. anyways.

teacher was like— okay who in here has perfect physical health?

and no one raised their hands i think.

he them went on about how he had good physical health but then something happened and he started downhill and now hes poor physical health.

lastly he was like “and i doubt any of us have chronic illness in here. except for maybe a few” (AND IT FELT LIKE HE STARED AT ME. /j)

and i sit there like.

aha. right. totally. -> CURRENTLY HAS A MIGRAINE. chronic migraines. you gotta hate them.

i thought it was hilarious i wanted to raise my hand and be like *lipbite* im not like other girls (bc im not a girl but yk) (dramatized ofc. was waiting for him to be like “who in here has a chronic illness and id be like THIS BITCH. HI. I NEED ADVIL AND MY EMERGENCY MED BC OUWCH.)

and he was also talking about reasons ppl dont get professional help and asked for examples and MY HAND SHOT UP. someone else said stigma (good choice. basic.) and i said affordability.

teacher was like yeah it can be expensive. has anyone asked their parents how much healthcare costs monthly (i am VERY aware of how much i cost)? how do uou expect to pay for stuff when you get out of high school? how will you pay for college?? etc etc (not at me)

i wanted so badly to raise my hand and throw my cents in, bc i have the experimece, and be like. without insurance, one of my meds cost over $1000. thats only ONE medication too. doesnt even count doctor visits and all that other stuff. advil must dent our shopping lost sm.

anyways waaa im home. thor is sleeping on the floor of the bathroom.

omg i thought i replied to this OOPSIES

anyways i love shit like this where the teacher is like “anyways heres a thing that probably doesnt apply to any of you” and you have to sit there like “:333 hii”

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bamboobrat · 2 years ago

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succession s4 e3 recap: i just called to say are you a cunt? 1/2

ding dong the bitch is dead!

today we celebrate! extra long recap! (you'll find part two here and at the bottom)

it's finally time to fire gerri:(((

this has been in the cards since the hazmat suit remark, but still shakes me to the bones.

and sticking her with cruises? horrifying.

almost as horrifying as logan asking roman to kill her...

"you two, you know, you were close"

dickpickgate, the laughs were too high a price to pay.

on a more positive note, greg is also not having a good day.

is he out of the inner circle? was he ever in? did kerry really look up if a focus group existed and pull him apart like string cheese?

my guess is it's because he is annoying. on this, logan and i agree. visually aggravating, indeed.

(on a more serious note, yes, i've seen the posts about nick and all i can say is believe women)

big boss man's last words:

i wasn't paying attention. karolina was in the scene.

tom uses one line to summarize the episode we never got.

wanting to kill cyd and gerri on the same day can kill you, you know. it's called karma.

felt a strong impulse to skip the intro having seen the trailer, but i'm a good lil nick britell fangirl of course.

also, you know it's going to be a good episode when it's a mylod.

roman is very nervous about breaking up with his girlfriend firing gerri. "let's enjoy this sham marraige and the death of romance", he said...

i know i asked for more gerri. THIS NOT WHAT I MEANT!

roman is me, i am roman etc.

i'm also sad to report that i am, in fact, team hat.

they are sad and angry but not in a perverted way:(

so, so pretty<333 j. for supporting! sarah for lead, please!

it's the least they could do. seriously.

looks like having to kill gerri was the last drop for our romey.

calling your dad a cunt right before he dies? it's shakespearean.

connor associates victoria spunge with the loony bin. some of you might think the cake is not an essential part of this episode, but you are wrong.

shiv doesn't pick up the phone. first the cake, now this!!

this is what my mom tells me all the time: gotta pick up the phone, i could be dying.

and just like that... logan roy died. on the toilet. where all horrible fathers deserve to die. special shout out to tywin lannister!

the writers are absolute sickos for making me actually morn this guy by watching how his children absolutely fall to pieces:

roman repeating how everything will be okay. ken saying he can't forgive logan, but that he loves him. shiv immediately reverting back to her younger self and calling logan daddy...

anyone else have some trauma responses to share?

these asshole kids crying over their asshole father </3

they frantically go back and forth between accepting that he is dead and making action plans on how to save him. it's a beautiful and heartbreaking throwback to the first season, when they still believed their money and status could save them from experiencing death.

even billionaires are mortal. really makes u think 👀

frank calls kendall son and i think it finally sinks in. i'm a pool of tears ready to be wiped up off the floor.

shiv and ken go to let connor know.

they look so smol and lost and sad, i CAN'T. they really are kids.

connor is on some GOAT shit with this line:

well, his father may not ever have liked him, but at least he got the world's strangest hug from his homey romey.

being in denial too hard can cause hug disfunction.

it's not a nice thing to call someone dead.

truly a heartbreaking rant we get from kieran here. one emmy for our favorite slime puppy!

karl continues to be the voice of reason:

i feel connected to this man, spiritually and emotionally.

he should pour one for kerry as well.

our girl is simply not dealing. fingers crossed for a delicious breakdown to come.

tom agrees.

funniest shit i've ever seen.

this is why we like to keep karl around, for the drinking and the nicknames.

part 2

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Private Affair [h.s] | 1.

Warnings: there really isn’t for this chapter, other than flirting while married, possible sexual innuendos

Word count: 5.4k

You roll over and extend your arm out, only to find that you're the only one in bed.

You let out a sigh, remembering that you and your husband, Alex, are probably still dealing with the aftermath of last nights argument.

Alex came home, slightly drunk and let's just say that drunk minds speak sober thoughts, and he was screaming his.

You kick the blankets off and swing your legs over the edge as you sit up.

You grab your sweater and put it on as you make your way to the kitchen, "Morning." You mumble lowly to Alex, who is leaning against the counter with a an open magazine.

It's silent as you get your coffee made up. It's almost that awkward silence where you don't know what to do or say to break it.

"I'm sorry." He says with a sigh and you look over at him, "Why are you sorry?"

He sets his cup down and turns towards you, "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that last night. I came home after having a few beers in the parking lot with the guys after work and the boss just gave us all a pay cut and I just had a moment and I'm sorry."

You purse your lips together and nod, "I appreciate your apology. I just asked you for one thing and you exploded on me, I didn't know what to say."

He reaches out and gently drags his hand up your back, "I understand. It's okay, but do you?"

You nod, "I do, just please.. don't ever drink and drive or yell at me like that again." You glance over at him.

He nods, "I promise." He looks down at his watch, "Oh shit. I gotta go." He steps towards you and presses his lips to your temple.

"It's nine already?" You look at the stove clock and raise your eyebrows.

"Hey." He leans in and smiles, "They'll be stupid not to hire you." You smile and nod, pursing your lips for him to kiss you.

"I'm banking on having a celebration dinner tonight.." he walks over to grab his bag, "I love you."

You smile, "I love you, have a good day, sweetie." He smiles and nods, "You too."

You smile and wave as he leaves your shared apartment, leaving you alone for your worries to eat you alive.

You applied for a position at Alluring Mag, which is one of your all time favorite magazine companies.

They're all about pleasure and what is considered 'in season' for bedroom wear and so much other stuff, and you and every other woman that that you know, eat it up every month it comes out.

You walk over and plop down on the couch, sighing as you stare at your phone's dark screen as it lays beside you.

"No, I'm not going to stress." You tell yourself and turn the tv on. You click through the options and glance back over at your phone.

You let out a sigh and get up, starting to do things to keep yourself from going crazy.

You start to clean. Wiping down the counter tops, sweeping the floors, laundry. You try to vacuum, but you were afraid you wouldn't hear your phone ring, even though it was in your hand.

You look at the clock and frown as it's only eleven thirty.

Just before you really start to drive yourself insane, you decide to go for a shower and as you walk in to turn the shower on,

You hear your ringtone start to play.

You sprint out of the bathroom and go to your phone, picking it up to see that it's a number that isn't saved.

You take a deep breath before answering with a calm, hopeful, "Hello?"

"Is y/n y/l/n there?"

"This is she." You nod to yourself, "How can I help?"

"Well y/n. My name is Charlene and I am calling from Alluring Mag in regards to getting you in for an interview."

Your mouth opens and you close your eyes, trying your best to stay cool, "Yes, yes of course. What days are available?"

She hums and you can hear pages being flipped around in the back, "One moment, please."

"Of course." You put the phone on speaker and mute yourself, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" You cheer to yourself before taking a calming breathe, "Okay."

You unmute yourself just as she starts talking, "So, y/n, you are coming in for a different position. My boss, aka, the company's CEO, went through and picked out some applicants who he thought would be a good fit for a specific position." She pauses, "His assistant."

Your lips part and you honestly don't know what to say, "Um. Yes. That's perfectly fine."

"Great. So he wants to meet with all three of you as soon as possible, so if you can meet to-"

"Tomorrow is great." You cut her off, "Oh, I'm so sorry." You lay a hand on your forehead as the embarrassment settles in.

She chuckles, "It's okay, dear. Is two in the afternoon good for you?"

"Two is good for me, yes. Thank you so much." You bite your lip and smile.

"Not a problem, see you tomorrow." She hangs up and you stand there in shock, "Oh my god."

You quickly dial your husbands number, "Pick up. Pick up." You whisper as you listen to each ring.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Alex. Hey. I just got off the phone with Alluring Mag and they want me to come in tomorrow for an interview."

"I told you!" He says, "That's great, y/n!"

"To potentially be the CEO's assistant." You bite your lip, waiting for him to speak.

"The CEO? baby. That's.. that's freakin' amazing!" He sighs, "I'm so proud of you. I knew we were having that dinner tonight."

"You definitely called it, that's for sure." You pace back and fourth, unable to contain your excitement, "I'm so excited."

"You deserve this, baby. You will do amazing tomorrow and I will remind you of that until you get there." You can tell Alex is smiling on the other end of the phone.

"I might call up Sage, see what she's doing. I need to get an outfit, so maybe we'll go shopping." You put him on speaker and text her,

You: Are you busy? I got some news! Need to go shopping today!!

"Alright, honey. That's fine. I'll be home probably around four but take your time."

You hear talking in the back and it doesn't sound good, "I'll let you go. I love you, see you later."

"I love you." Alex says before hanging up.

You see if Sage texted you back,

Sage: I'll be ready in twenty.

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You beep the car horn as you pull into the driveway, putting it in park while you wait.

Soon enough, you see Sage run down her porch steps and towards your car. She gets in and looks at you as the door shuts, "What's happening?"

"Alluring Mag called and I have an interview to potentially be the CEO's assistant." You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows.

Sage's mouth drops and her head tilts down, "Shut. Up." She covers her mouth, "No way!"

"I know!" You shrug, "I can't believe it either."

"Y/n, have you ever seen what the CEO looks like?" She tilts her head sideways, "He is such a fine human being." She smirks as she pulls her phone up from her lap.

"You know." You shake your head, "As obsessed as I am with that magazine, I don't think I know what their CEO looks like, I do know his name is Harry, though."

"Harry. Styles." She says as she turns her phone towards you.

You look at the screen and your lips part slightly, "Oh shit." You take her phone and zoom in on the picture, "You're right."

You start to feel a tingling sensation between your legs and you tilt your head, weirdly enough, you don't feel bad at the thought of another man making your pussy throb just by looking at them.

"He's fucking hot. You might be the one that gets close and personal with that." Sage points and shakes her head, "Fuck, I am so jealous of you."

"Maybe this is a bad idea." You admit to Sage, "I just got turned on just by looking at him, Jade." You admit this to her because there is no shame between you guys, no judgment.

She sighs, "It's normal to look and feel attracted. It'll only be bad if you act upon those thoughts."

You hand her phone back and nod, "You are right., I just have to remind myself that I'm not the girl that sleeps with their boss to get higher up in the company, you work for it yourself."

"You go girl." Your friend laughs, "No you're right, now let's go get you some business clothing. I'm thinking tight skirt, open blouse, and a blazer."

You start driving to the mall and shake your head, "You are a bad influence, encouraging this behavior."

But it didn't feel so bad at the time.

── •✧• ──

Later on that day, you arrive back home and haul your bags inside.

"Hey." You greet Alex who's sitting on the couch, "How was work?" You walk in and close the door, setting your bags down on the island.

He stands up and walks over, raising his eyebrows as he sees your bags, "It was good, what's all this?" He waves his finger back and fourth at the bags and you smile, "I may have went a little overboard, but something tells me I needed all of these outfits."

He tilts his head and nods, "I'm only agreeing because we've been on the ball today about going with our gut feeling, so.. okay."

He walks around and leans in, pulling the bags open to look inside.

As he's inspecting your purchases, you walk over and pour yourself a glass of wine, "If not I can return them."

He looks at you and nods, "Mm, where do you want to go for dinner, baby?" He leans against the counter and watches as you being the glass up to your lips.

You take a sip and tilt your head, smiling slightly, "Italian? We can go to Nonna's?"

He smiles and nods, "Anything for you. Now go get ready."

You grab your glass and walk to Alex, giving him a kiss before heading to your room to get around.

You walk out a little while later and do a little spin to show off your outfit, "How do I look?"

His eyes move up and down your body, "You look amazing." He walks over to you, "Shall we head to dinner?"

You nod, "Let's."

You and Alex head to dinner, talking about the possible jobs you might have to do for Harry and that feeling between your legs returns.

"I just hope that this job gets a major pay raise." You laugh slightly, but in all reality, you would work for Harry for absolutely free, and you know there isn't a doubt about it.

"I'm sure, the CEO? Babe. Come on, if there isn't, then that's some absolute bullshit." Alex goes on but you cut him off, continuing to talk about Harry is only making you feel worse.

"Oh there's a parking spot right there!" You point out quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, yeah. Hey thanks." He whips the car in, putting it in park and looking over at you as he takes his seatbelt off.

You unbuckle and look over at him as you slowly let the seatbelt retract back, "What?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing, you're just pretty, is all."

You can feel the blush rise on your cheeks and you smile, "Let's go, I'm starving." You open the door and get out, walking around to meet him behind the car.

Your hand takes his and your fingers interlock as you walk with him into Nonna's.

── •✧• ──

"Thank you for dinner, Alex. This truly was the best way I can celebrate getting a job in a company I've dreamed of working at."

He smiles and opens the car door for you, "You deserved it." He waits for you to get in the seat and buckle up before he leans in and kisses you, "I love you."

You smile, "I love you."

He shuts the car door and walks around to get in. You rest your head back and smile as he lays his hand on your thigh, "Home?"

"Home." You respond with a sigh, "I am ready to go to bed before my anxiety about tomorrow kicks in and keeps me up all night."

He laughs and squeezes your leg, "You know what you're doing babe. You probably have a good resume if they picked you to be an option for this."

"I think she said there's two other people besides me, so." You look over at him and he looks at you, "See, out probably tons of other applicants you got picked."

You nod as you remember what the lady on the phone said, "Yeah, the lady on the phone said that he picked them out himself, so he must be very specific if there's only three because like you said, there is probably tons of other applicants."

"That's what I'm saying, babe. You got this. You deserve this."

You smile and lay your hand on his, looking out the window as you think about Harry. You're anxious to be around him because you're very awkward when you're nervous to meet someone.

Especially someone you find attractive in any way.

You finally make it home and you let out a yawn. You're kind of over exaggerating how tired you are, but you really just want to go to bed so you find out stuff about Harry.

Your husband yawns, "Good lord, y/n. Stop that."

You laugh, "Sorry." You get out of the car and walk up to the door, "I think I'm going to go for a shower."

Alex nods and kicks the door open, "Alright, I'm probably going to change and watch some tv for a little."

You nod and walk to your room, take off those heels that are starting to make your feet hurt. You grab clothes and head to the bathroom.

You shut the door and turn the shower on, grabbing your phone and going to google as the water heats up.

You type in the search bar HARRY STYLES CEO ALLURING MAGAZINE and your breathe hitches as his picture pops up.

You click on images and the pictures of Harry that show up make your stomach fall out of your ass.

There is just something about Harry that you can't describe, but you don't even want to think about it, it doesn't feel right, but at the same time.

It feels so good.

You notice that the bathroom has filled with steam so you set you phone down and finally get in and complete your full shower routine.

You wrap a towel around your body and open the door right away because you were going to pass out from how hot it was in there.

You grab your phone and dirty clothes to take them to the bedroom, but you stop when you notice Alex asleep on the couch.

You shake your head and walk in to your bedroom, drying off and slipping on your pajamas before you walk out to Alex. You tap him on the shoulder and lean down, "Hey, come to bed."

He mumbles and shifts around and you repeat what you just did, "Hey, come to bed." His eyes flutter open and he looks up at you, "M'sorry."

You smile, "It's okay. Come on."

You walk with him to the bedroom and you manage to successfully get a kiss before he fell back asleep. You smile and shake your head, laying back as you reach over to turn the light off.

── •✧• ──

After having a good nights sleep, you wake up feeling great. As you lay there, thinking about the details of the day, Alex comes in to say goodbye for work.

"You will do amazing today." He says walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. Your body move towards his slightly as the mattress sinks down, "Thank you."

You smile up at him and rest a hand on his cheek as he leans in. He presses his lips against your and moves to kiss your cheek a few times, "You got this, y/n. I'm serious."

"I will call you after."

"Directly after! I want to know everything!" He stands up and points to you, "Good luck. I love you."

"I love you." You say with a smile, "Have a good day."

Alex leaves for work and you lean over to grab your phone, calling Sage.

"Hello?" She mumbles after a few rings, "It's early."

"I know, I'm sorry. I need help picking out an outfit." You sigh as you sit up, "I was fine until just now. I'm freaking out."

You hear Sage laugh as you put her on speaker and toss the bags on the bed, "Sage!" You groan, "Please. Help me."

She sighs, "Wear the skirt that has the open square print with black heels and that long sleeve black blouse thing."

You pull the clothing from the bag and sigh, "Thank you. You can go back to sleep now."

"Uh huh." The line beeps and you laugh slightly, laying out the clothes on the bed.

You go to your closet and sit down, looking at your pile of shoes already feeling defeated. You lean forward, pulling out the first option of heels.

You study them for a few seconds, humming to yourself as you inspect them, turning them slowly before setting them down to move on to the next.

You repeat that process with about five pairs before you come across your velvet heels with the ankle strap.

"Perfect." You grab the other one and get up, walking over to lay them down beside your outfit. You look at the time and seeing as it's only nine fourth five, you go make yourself some breakfast.

You stared at the bowl of cereal in front of you, not really wanting to eat as your anxiety slowly work on taking over your whole body.

You take a few bites before calling it quits. You reach over and lay your hand on your phone, sliding it over to you.

You stare at it for a few moments, debating on whether or not you should look up Harry more. You shake your head and get up to clean your cereal bowl.

── •✧• ──

You managed to keep yourself busy, get ready and give yourself one last look in the mirror by one. You didn't realize you were shaking until you reached for your keys on the stand.

You take a deep breathe and grab them before making your way out of the door.

Your phone buzzes as you get into your car and you smile because it's most likely your hourly supportive text from Alex.

You start the car, get the air going and grab your phone, smiling as you read the text from Alex,

Alex: You got this. I know you're probably nervous but don't be. You are going to rock this interview and be the CEO's assistant.

Your bottom lip slips between your teeth and you take a deep breathe. The thought of Harry drives you insane. You don't know what it is, but ever since yesterday you cannot stop thinking about this man.

A part of you hopes you don't get the job so you can stop all of this delusional day dreaming, but an even bigger part of you wants you to be the one to get the job and see what happens.

You send him back two hearts and start your drive to what could possibly be the best or worst day of your life.

You can feel your stomach drop as you pull into the empty spot out front. You don't want to move, but you force yourself to grab your purse and get out.

You pop some coins into the meter and lock your car before throwing your keys into your purse. You walk inside, wiping your palm on your skirt before pulling the glass door open.

You can't help but to look around, aweing at the building that you've dreamed of being in one day. You were so caught up in, pretty much having a fan girl moment, that you don't hear the receptionist calling for you.

"Miss? Hello."

You turn and blink, "Oh.." you laugh slightly and hover your fingers over your mouth, "I am so sorry."

She smiles and sits back down, "It's a very beautiful building, I know." She shuffles some papers around before looking back up at you, "Are you Y/N Y/L/N?"

You rest your hands on the counter and nod, "Yes I am."

"Do you have your I.D?" She pretends to hold a card between her fingers and you nod, "Yes." You open your purse and pull out your wallet, slipping out the plastic card from the holder, "Here you go."

She smiles and takes it, "Thank you, with being a big company you never know who wants to try anything."

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh no. I understand."

She types in your information and scans your I.D before handing it back to you, "Thank you." She leans in and looks at her computer, "You're here for the interview with Mr. Styles, right?"

Your body goes cold and you nod, forcing a smile that covers up your nervousness, "Yes, I am."

She nods, "Just giving you a warning, he can be a little.." she tilts her head, "Mm, hard to deal with sometimes, but you're pretty so just smile and agree with him."

You jerk your head back slightly at her comments, "Um, alright." You pull your purse straps up onto your shoulder and watch as she dials a number.

It rings on speaker a few times before a man picks up "Mr. Styles' office, Jake speaking, how can I help you?"

"Hello, Jake. It's Jamie from the front, I have y/n here for the two o'clock interview with Mr. Styles." Jamie looks up at you and smiles.

"He's still in with the other one, but go ahead and send her up. She can wait out with me."

Your stomach does a flip and you feel like you could throw up, "You're going to head to the tenth floor and it's the second to last door on your right."

You nod and swallow, "Thank you." You start to walk to the elevator, your heels clicking against the white flooring.

You press the button and the doors open. You step on, pressed the button labeled with a fancy looking '10'.

You were amazed, you never seen a mirror in an elevator before. You bite your lip, smirking as you quickly dig your phone out of your purse. You swipe over to the camera and snap a quick mirror selfie before the elevator dings.

You spin around fast and drop your phone back into your bag as you look up and giving the woman a small smile, "Hi." She smiles, "Good afternoon."

She gets off on the next floor but more people get on and then off and it feels like you have been on the elevator, stewing in your anxiety for what feels like an eternity.

You let out a slightly loud sigh, "Finally." You step off and walk down the hall. You stop when you make your way to the door Jamie said to go to and you take a slow, shaky deep breath and breathe it out before opening it.

"Y/n?" Who you assume, Jake says standing up.

"Yes, that's me."

"Great. So if you just want to have a seat, relax for a few minutes, he should be wrapping up with this person shortly." Jake smiles and motions to a mini fridge, "Water? Anything to drink?"

You shake your head as you walk over and sit down, "No thank you. I'm okay."

He nods and goes back to his desk. He picks up the phone and holds it as he dials, "Mr. Styles, your last interview is here whenever you're ready."

Your eyes flick up to Jake then over to the door you entered in. You don't know how you missed it, but it has Harry Styles in bold letters and even reading his name gives you a flutter.

Maybe it's because he's an important person in the company you much the working for? You try to talk yourself down, all while trying to stay alert for your cue to go in.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, Jake's phone rings. You sit up straight, clutching onto your purse as you anticipate him telling you to go.

"Yes sir, one second." He hangs up the phone and stands up, "I'll be right back." He walks back the hall and you can hear a door open.

It's silent for a few moments before you hear a voice enter the hall way. It sounds deep and angry, and the accent kind of threw you off.

You hear footsteps in the hall and your heart starts to race. Jake and another guy are walking out and Jake is whispering things to him.

You make eye contact with the guy being walked out and he points behind him, "Don't even waste your time with that fucking douche bag."

"Stop or I will call security." Jake says as he opens the door, "Y/N, you can go back."

"O-oh." You stand up slowly, "Okay, thank you." You look at the hall and slowly walk back.

"Did you get him out of here, Jake? I swear to god if this last one is just as fuckin' stupid as the others I-"

Harry's talking stops abruptly as his eyes land on you, "Shit. I'm so sorry."

You suddenly feel this burst of confidence take over your body and you tilt your head, "Having a little trouble finding an assistant?"

He chuckles slightly and looks down as he nods, "Yeah, I am, believe it or not." He looks up and motions for you to sit down, "Please, come in. Have a seat."

You walk in as Harry walks around his desk to close the door. You sit down and look up at him as he walks to sit back at his desk, "I'm sorry." He turns towards you and rests his hands on his desk.

You knew he was apologizing, but once you glanced down, you couldn't stop thinking about his hands, the rings, the painted nails, fuck.

"It's fine." You smile at him, "Really! That guy seemed like a real asshole anyway."

He smirks and nods as he leans back, "He didn't want to accept no as an answer, so I had to explain why and that took over an hour."

"Oh god. I'm so sorry." You nod, "I wouldn't want to have to do that for over an hour either."

He squints as he stares at you, "I like you."

His words scare the shit out of you, "what?" You laugh slightly embarrassed.

"I said." He leans forward and folds his arms on the desk, "I like you."

You can feel a pathetic blush rising on your cheeks and you can't help but smile, "Thank you." You look up at him and he smirks, "Tell me about yourself, darling."

"We'll, I graduated with a bachelor's degree in English and I studied communications, journalism and photography as well."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, no." He leans back and waves his hand, "I already know all of that, I mean about you."

You smile and lean forward, tugging your skirt down as you switch your legs around, "Oh, um. Well.."

Suddenly you can't think of anything about you and you blank.

"Are you married?"

His question snaps you out of trying to think real quick, "Huh?" He points and you look down ay hour hand, lifting it slightly as you show off your ring, "Yes, I am."

You look back up at him and he presses his lips together, nodding as his eyes study your ring, "That's nice."

"Are you?" You ask without thinking.

You start to panic, thinking it might be a touching subject for him or just not a good topic so you shake your head, "Sorry, that was-"

"No, no. I asked first." He laughs and look at you, blindly slowly as he shakes his head slightly, "I am not married. Single, actually."

There's a twinge in your gut that tells you to get away from this topic.

"I just haven't found the right person yet, you know?"

You nod, "I totally get that, I got married a lot younger than I planned, I love Alex, but sometimes I can't help but to think.. you know maybe.." you trail off and look at him.

He has a slight smile rested on his lips and you sigh, "This isn't a therapy session. I apologize." You lay a hand on your forehead and rub your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

You curse yourself internally and wish you would magically poof home, under the covers to hide from everything happening right now.

"You're fine, love. I promise. If you weren't, you wouldn't be in my office this long." He smiles and gives you a quick wink.

You smile slightly and tilt your head, "Can I ask you something?" He nods, "Of course."

You smile slightly, "Please, don't take this the wrong way, I don't know if this is weird but where are you from?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, no you're fine. I get that a lot but I'll break it down for you." He glances up at you as he smiles, "So I was born in Redditch, then when I was seven, my parents divorced and I grew up in Holmes Chapel with my mom. That was a really weird time for me."

You are kind of shocked that Harry just gave you part of his life story in a matter of minutes of meeting him.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." You shake your head, "My parents divorced, too, but I had to live with my dad. My mom moved three hours away with some guy she met on line."

He shakes his head, "That's not fair to you. I'm sorry, darling."

You feel weirdly comfortable with him, like you could tell him your deepest darkest secret and it will always be safe with him.

"It's okay. I managed. Look where I'm at now." You laugh slightly and motion around you.

Harry nods and smiles at you, "Mhm, Alluring Mag's newest assistant to me."

"What?" You cover your mouth, "Are you serious?" He nods and smiles, “So when do you want to start?"

"I'll start whenever you want me to." You tried to not sound too eager but you indeed, fail.

"Do you need to let another employer know or?"

You shake your head, "Nope. If tomorrow works for you, it works for me."

He nods, "See you tomorrow then." He stands up and holds his hand out and you take his hand with yours, "I get here about eight, so if you just wanted to get here at seven thirty to settle in, Jake can let you into my office."

You nod and smile, "Thank you so much, Mr. Styles."

He squeezes you hand and leans in, "Please, when it's us, Harry is just fine." You smile, "Thank you so much, Harry."

"I'm excited to have you with me." He winks at you before letting go of your hand, "See you tomorrow."

You grab your bag and walk out of his office. You could feel his eyes burn into the back of you as you walks towards the door.

You glance back and his eyes quickly move up from your ass to your face and he smirks.

"Have a good day, Mr. Styles."

He smirks and shakes his head, "Have a good day, y/n."

And with that, you open the door and leave his office, ready to inform everybody that you are in fact newest assistant to the CEO of Alluring Mag.

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writinginthenight · 2 months ago

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Mental illness math madness (part two)

[The word scribble scribbled out a few times]

Little repetitive motions, god what’s wrong with me today?

Is it the tape? I thought that would help me?

IAGH math class poetry part 2 electric boogaloo

Is it really tho? I just ran out of space

I had a tho- i remembered it fuck forgot it again, it was about [a***]- oh yeah -I think I’m a bad friend- idk I feel like i shoud know him better? I was thinking about it earlyer. Wha is knowing a person? Let me cut Poe your brain and pick thu it you seem so private at points, likes there’s something I can’t get past aw FUCK I can’t post this now can I? You read all these so it’s not quite an anonymous space- still gonna post it so ig ur gonna read it -I like that you read them. I could never look you in the eyes and spout this nonsense, but i probably couldn’t even get these words in my throat in the fist place.

Damn it’s been a long time since Ibe written like this just whatever comes into my mind as I write since [j*****] I think. Long pages full of words that naught have started as poetry [something incoherent scribbled out] shitty poetry this is- all objective of course, but still I don’t think this qualifies. Silly me. Writing not-poetry-poetry instead of paying attention to my professor yap about interest of some shit. Shit I gotta lock in I’m scared I’ll fail, I know you’re looking at me writing. Maybe you’ll get to read it if you’re up for reading this much. Is that it have I gotten it all out? I’m runningoutofspaceagaingottamoveontothebackofthispage

Okay new page now fuuuuuuuck this is gonna be a pain to type out l.

Oh class is out.

I started this new page for nothing.

#I am doing this on the bus and I think I know the person next to me #this isn’t rlly poetry it just turns into ranting #poetry #original poem #original poety #poem #poetsandwriters #depressing poem #poemsaboutlove #Alex I’m sorry

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princesspastel8 · 4 months ago

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Chapter 62

Third POV

Jeff is waiting impatiently in the woods, staring at the mansion he's inching to get into. He hasn't seen his girl in two days, and he's already feeling deprived of her presence. It's driving him up the wall. Why are these fifteen minutes feeling like hours to him. Though after pacing back and forth for a while, he gets a text from his girl.

Princess💘💦: Come get me, Daddy🤭

Jeff's smile stretches as he looks up at the mansion, noticing the power is finally cut as well as the cameras. He shoots Eboni a quick text before dashing towards the front gates.

J: On it, princess.

Ten minutes prior with Eboni, BEN is seen on her phone screen - trying to get her attention. Eboni looks down, moving to a corner of the living room to prevent her family from hearing her.

"Here?"

"Yup! Five minutes tops. Anything else you'll need me for?" BEN asked, itching to do something wild without being held back by slenderman.

"Yeah....when you cut the power and cameras, come to the living room. I'll need help tying these fuckers up." She whispers, so no one can hear her but BEN.

"Yes, ma'am." He grins before cutting the line, focusing more on hacking.

While BEN is busy, the girl goes to her room- grabbing her bunny from the bed. Eboni smiles, holding it tightly against herself as she reaches into her bag and pulls out some ducktap. Who would've guessed bringing some would come in handy? Jeff is always right, at least to Eboni. She walks back into the livingroom, pocket knife attached to the garger belt on her left thigh where the slit of her dress ends.

The girl waits, watching her family intensely trying to contain the smile that's begging to take control of her lips. She's going to get her answers. She's finally going to make them pay for everything they've done.

Blink-

"You gotta be shitting me! A power outage! On Christmas!?" Veronika shouts in frustration.

"Shush child. Things like this happen." Grandma Abigail chimes in calmly.

"Oh, come on! We can have a lil' fun in the dark. Right Ebs?" Kenneth questions, leaning into the girl - his alcoholic breath burning ber nostrils.

The nickname is enough to trigger her. She pulls out the gun from inside her stuffed bunny and clicks the safety off. "Yeah, Uncle Kenneth, you're right." She grins, lowering the gun to his crotch. "Let's have some fun!"

Eboni pulls the trigger, blowing his dick completely off thanks to the close range. Kenneth's ear piercing scream shakes everyone to their core. It's still light outside, but the blinds over the windows haven't been open, yet the sound of a gun going off is enough to send them into panic.

"You....l-little..." Kenneth struggles to say as he begins falling to the ground.

Eboni pushes him down for extra effort. "That was for dad." She lowers herself down, placing the gun against the temple of his head. "This...is for calling me Ebs...and killing my parents."

Eboni pulls the trigger, Kenneth dying instantly. His wife goes to open the blinds quickly so everyone can at least see what's taking place. When done, she turns around - force to see her lifeless husband on the ground at Eboni's feet. Before anyone else can scream -

"BEN!" Eboni calls.

BEN is already in the room, zaps of electricity stunning everyone. "You called?"

Eboni tosses the demon her duck tap, pointing to her family still stunned in place. "Their wrist and ankles. And put tap on their mouths. Their screams are gonna give me a headache."

BEN nods, walking around to tie everyone up. His eyes glow brightly, sensing Jeff inside. "He's in."

"Lock the doors. Turn the lights back on. Leave the cameras off. No one gets in, and no one gets out."

Three minutes in, Jeff is past the gates but has to somehow get around the two guards blocking the front door. He moves from bush to bush, throwing rocks or sticks to distract them. When itches apart, Jeff lunges forward, stabbing the first guy in his lower abdomen. He reaches forward and grabs his gun from his holster, and shoots the other in the head before doing the same to the one in front.

Jeff yanks his knife out, pushing the guys lifeless form off his body. The killer steps over them, pushing the front door open. Once inside, the door shuts by itself - locking as well. Jeff doesn't flinch, knowing its BEN's doing. He goes straight up the stares, his skin itching to fest on the victims his girl left for him to slaughter.

Upon the first door, he opens it - stepping towards the first maid, sleeping peacefully. He raises his knife, placing it against her throat, and slits it - blood pooling under the woman as she chokes to death in her slumber. Jeff smiles, going to the next room. This time, he stabs the maid in her eye, twisting the blade for good measure.

The next, he stabs in the heart, loving the sound of her last breath living her lungs. He goes to the others, killing them dead with a sickly joy taking over his mind. At the last door, he notices the woman is still awake - fighting sleep. The last maid looks at Jeff, her scream caught in her throat.

She tries to scramble out of the bed, but the killer is faster. Jeff jumps on top of her, raising his knife and begins to stab her repeatedly in random spots - his manic laugh bouncing off the walls within the room. The killing staps her in her aorta. The last maid coughs up blood, the life quickly fading from her eyes. Jeff watches the blood ooze from the woman's body, eyes dilating.

This bloodlust. This freedom to kill as many as he wanted without facing the harsh hand of slenderman. He wants more. He needs more. These little groups of maids aren't going to satiate his bloodlust. But maybe a certain girl can make up for it.

At that thought, Jeff walks down the stairs- leaving a blood trail with each step. He walks into the living room, spotting Eboni- his girl. He groans at the sight of her, the spots of blood on her dress and a bit on her right cheek. He moves closer, taking in the way her dress hugs every curve perfectly. The way her ass is molded, her tits holding the dress from its heart-shaped V line. Her long black hair swayed as she walks with a sway to her hips. The sight of her exposed thigh from the slit of the dress makes his mouth water.

Never once in Jeff's whole life did he think he'd salivate at the mere sight of someone. Yet here he is, boner rock hard and drooling. Eboni turns her head, feeling his presence near. She smiles wickedly, the sight making Jeff's heart flutter. He can feel his cheeks begin to heat up to a light shade of blush. He never wanted to be so balls deep in his girl like he does now.

But there's business to attend to.

....fuck that-

The killer storms over, taking the girl in his arms and forces his tongue down her tongue. He groans at her taste, wanting nothing more than to devour her. Eboni gasps, breath caught in her throat. She taps the killer's shoulder- trying to get him to pull back.

Jeff does, spit lacing both their lips. He licks lips, hands resting on her hips. "You look so hot... and taste so damn good.." he grumbles.

Eboni blushes, biting her lower lip. Jeff groans again, gripping her hips tightly - making the girl whimper. "Don't do that."

"D-Do what?" She sutters, still in a daze from their kiss.

"Your lip. Don't bite it. I swear if you do I'll fuck you right here, up against that wall- for your family to see." He warns, his boner pressing against her abdomen.

"Yes, Daddy..."

Jeff groans again inwardly. "Fuck..shit don't call me that right now. Just my name."

Eboni giggles, nodding "okay Jeff."

The smiling killer is literally losing his shit. Just the sweet sound of her voice is driving him up the wall. He glances at her family, trying to force himself to think of anything else. Jeff pulls away, nodding his head at BEN but pays more attention to the lifeless body of Kenneth.

Jeff kicks the body onto its back, bursting into a fit of laughter. BEN walks over, beginning to laugh as well. "Holy shit princess!"

"You shot his balls off! His whole dick is gone!" BEN laughs, holding his stomach.

"The fuck did he do to piss you off?!" Jeff snickers, moving to lean against the wall on the other side of the room.

"He kept making moves on me. Then he called me... what Alex always calls me. Made me lose my shit." She huffs, looking at her family. "Time for answers."

Eboni moves to rip the tape off of Veronika, Grandma Abigail, and Grandpa Clarence mouths. She leans against the wall in front of her family, arms crossed over her chest. "Start talking."

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" Veronika shouts, struggling against the duck tape. "You're fucking crazy!!"

Eboni then aims her gun at one of her cousins, shooting him dead - bullet through the head. "Gee, you don't say. I wonder why I've gone crazy - just completely off my rocker! Maybe...maybe it's because you had my parents killed!"

"What nonsense are you spewing, child!?" Grandma Abigail shouts.

Eboni fires her gun again, killing another cousin. "For money. For fucking money."

"Wh...what the hell!? Why would we kill them for money? We're already rich!" Veronika screams, making Eboni kill yet another cousin.

"Just admit it. Tell me how you did it. Explain why you gave me away. Tell the truth, and I might spare Abbie."

Veronika's eyes widen, "You... you wouldn't."

"I just killed three of my cousins. What makes you think killing her would be beneath me?"

Veronika gulps, looking at her mother with eyes full of regret and guilt. Grandma Abigail eyes widen as she shakes her head furiously. "Don't you dare g-"

"Yes! Yes, we had them killed!"

"Why?"

"Their life insurance policies. They gave that to us. It was the only thing your parents were willing to give us! Our company was dying, but only your family had the money to get us out of that hole! That I...that I made."

"Interesting...interesting...how did you set up the car accident?"

"Shut up, you spoiled brat! Not another word out of you!" Abigail shouts at Veronika.

Eboni sighs, looking at BEN and points to the two twin cousins. "Kill them."

BEN grins widely, the short demon towering over the two as he uses his powers to kill them. Blood begins to pool out of their eyes, ears, and mouth- but because the tape Is over their mouths, they begin to choke on their own blood. After a few minutes of struggling, the twins lay limp.

Eboni moves to her grandmother, pressing the barrel of the gun to the center of her forehead. "My patience is thinning. Answer me - now."

Abigail grins, letting out a witch sounding laugh. "I paid him. A poor father struggling to provide for his family. He was desperate, needing to pay for his wife's hospital bills. Poor thing was dying of cancer and needed treatment they couldn't afford. It didn't take much to rope them in."

Jeff quickly slips into the kitchen, grabbing his plate out of the microwave, and comes back- wanting to enjoy this show with a full stomach. Eboni begins trembling with rage, losing grip of her gun.

"Why....you're own son! You went that far to kill your own flesh and blood!"

"And we were going to do the same with you! If you were to die, everything would be given to us! I couldn't stand Amara. She pulled my son away from me! Out from under me!"

"Out from your control!? You... you leech sucking monsters! She gave him a new life. A new reason to leave the hell he was forced into! Force to live by your harsh rules and manipulative siblings!"

"Abigail...please honey..tell me it isn't so.." The old man begs, tears falling in waves. "You killed...my youngest boy!?"

"He wasn't our son anymore. He stopped being our son the moment he married that wretch!"

BEN looks at Jeff, sensing something off with the food. Jeff looks at him, scoffing. "Get your own. I haven't eaten shit in two days."

"Nah man... you shouldn't eat that..." BEN said cautiously, moving closer as he stares at the food- eyes glowing red in warning.

"Fucking why? I'm starving!"

"Its poisoned."

Eboni hears this, her body shaking more. "You bitch...you...you greedy worthless waste of space! Die- just die just die!" She screams, firing her gun over and over again- filling the older's woman body with lead until her gun is empty.

Tears are falling heavily from her eyes. Why? Just why do such wicked people exist? Why can't they all be wiped off the face of the earth. Eboni goes to the couch, grabbing extra bullets out of her bunny and reloads it. She looks at Jeff and BEN, tears drying for now.

"Sorry....Abbie's been hiding for a while. Let me....go get her." She whispers, beginning her long walk down the hall to the girl's bedroom.

She knows she hid there. The child is too predictable, reminding Eboni of herself at that age. Eboni looks on the wall, family photos hanging from it. Full of smiles, laughter, and joy. All things she lacked, all things that were taken from her. All things she'll gain from this day forward. No more pain. No more suffering. No one will ever bring hell upon her life ever again. The last picture on the wall is her parents' wedding photo, their smiles brighter than the sun.

Eboni reaches to take the frame down, tears building again. "Don't worry, momma...papa...I'll be happy again. With or without you. I'll be... just fine." She said, dropping the frame - the glass shattering. Eboni steps on it, crushing more glass under her boot.

She opens Abbies door, noticing a cloth on the ground. "I know you're in here, Abbie. Just come on out with your eyes closed. The family has another Christmas surprise for you!"

Abbie, being the naive child, crawls out from under her bed with her eyes close. She stands, a big smile on her face. "Really? Really?"

"Yeah... really." Eboni moves to place the cloth over the girl's eyes, guiding her into the living room.

BEN is quick to place the tape back over Veronika's and Clarence's mouths. Eboni positions Abbie a few feet away from Veronika, letting her shoulder go. "Take ten steps forward, and I'll take the blindfold off."

BEN uses his powers to keep everyone from squirming around. The young child takes ten steps forward, counting them down in her head. At ten, Abbie stops - smile still on her face.

"Can I take the blindfold off?"

"Go ahead." Eboni said, gun already aimed at the back of the child's head.

Abbie takes her blindfold off, screaming at the sight before her. BEN uses his powers on her to keep her still. Eboni frowns, "This is my gift to you, Abbie. I wouldn't want another me to end up in foster care and experience the same hell for a second time. Merry Christmas."

Bang!

A bullet, blood spattering on Veronika's face, her daughter falling lifelessly to the ground. Eboni snaps her fingers, singling for the two killers to kill the rest of the family - leaving Veronika to her. They grin, slaughtering the remaining alive to witness such a tragic event.

Eboni now stands in front of Veronika, lowering herself to her level. "It hurts, doesn't it? losing someone you love... I know, I know. Those tears you have, I've cried. Imagine dealing with this pain for every second you breathe, wishing death would come knocking at your door. Lucky for you, I'm here...to put you out of your misery. See you in hell."

Eboni moves to place the gun under Veronika's chin but freezes. The look in her eyes, pleading for her not to, begging for another chance. The guilt written look full of remorse. Why now? Why look at her like this NOW!?

Jeff watches, tilting his head. Oh no... no, this just won't do. She can't backtrack now, not when she's so close to giving way. The killer is debating if he should step in or not.

"....my mother trusted you. Sh-She said you were the sister she never had... she loved you. I-I loved you..." Eboni whispers, voice cracking and tears falling.

"So what?"

BEN's eyes widen, the look in Jeff's eyes making him uncomfortable. "Dude don't-"

"Her sudden change of heart doesn't change what she did and what she helped her grandmother do." Jeff said, beginning to walk over.

BEN tries to stop him, but Jeff shrugs him off. "You're not gonna chicken out, are you? And you gotten so far already..." he sighs, tone lace in disappointment as he lowers himself behind her.

Eboni sobs, heart clenching. "B-But wha-"

"But what? Gonna let her go? After everything she did? She gave you up Eboni. She could've kept you around. If all they had to do was kill you, they could've done it while raising you. They simply wanted nothing to do with you. You know that princess, so why are you hesitating?"

Eboni lowers her gun, slumping. "M-Memories.."

"Oh my poor little bitch. Haunted by the memories of your past. Wanna know what makes them go away?"

"What?"

"By killing her." Jeff said flatly, leaning to rip the tape off of Veronika's mouth.

"N-No, please, Eboni, I'm sorry! Please! I should've never given you up I-I just-"

"You just...what?"

Veronika gulps, Jeff's intimidating glare, forcing her to say the truth. "....didn't want to deal with you.."

"See!? Hear that princess? She doesn't want you. She never did....but me? I want you, Eboni. I want all of you."

"Y-You...you do?...why?"

"Because I love you. I love every fucking thing about you. I love you...so much it hurts. Burns me up on the inside when I'm not near you..."

Eboni gulps, feeling her heart swell and mind sink. "... Do you really mean it?"

"Why would I lie to the girl I love? I'm nothing like your trashy family. I've always wanted the best for you. I'm always right, princess. And now... the right thing to do is to kill her."

"B-But I-I...I don't think I-"

"Then I'll help you."

Jeff grabs his knife, holding it in front of him, and grabs Eboni's hands. He clasps both her hands around the handle of the knife, his hands over her own. He positions the knife near Veronika's stomach, itching forward.

"J-Jeff, I don't think I can -"

"That's why I'm helping you let go. It's time for you to Let. Go."

He plunges the knife slow, deep inside. Veronika cries out, BEN still keeping her still. "You felt that? From the handle, yeah? The way the knife so easily pierced through her flesh. Look at the blood, Eboni, the way it gushes out. Isn't it so pretty?"

Eboni is trembling, glancing up at Veronika. She tenses at the harsh look directed at her. This fuels the girl with so much pain & rage. Jeff pulls the knife out and stabs her again, quicker this time. Eboni allows herself to feel it. Feel the vibration from the handle as it pierces through her stomach.

She watches Veronika's harsh glare deepen as she caughs up blood. "I-I...never...loved you..o-or your mother. She was just a-as annoying as you...to th-think that bitch I paid to poison you f-failed...scum like that...are a-always desperate for money n-no matter the cost."

Hearing that is enough to make any second thoughts quickly vanish. This time, Eboni is the one to pull back and stab Veronika, this time in her lower abdomen. The woman cries out, making Jeff laugh.

"Again."

Eboni pulls back, stabbing her.

"Again!"

And she does, over and over and over and over again - tears flowing but her own smile wide and crazed. BEN releases his hols on Veronika, the woman's body falling onto its back. Eboni crawls on top of her - continuing to stab her repeatedly until she no longer has the strength to so - the life long faded from her Aunt's eyes.

Eboni drops the knife, staring down at her hands as she sighs- mind breaking- shattering to pieces, pieces of memories of this family- these pieces conforming into her tears, flowing out of her- these painful memories leaving her, nothing left behind.

Yet her heart still feels hollow. Lost. She feels so confused. What does she do now? Who does she turn to? Guidance, leadership. Someone to string her along in the direction they believe she should go, someone trustworthy. But who-

"Aw, look at you....trembling like a lost kitten." Jeff says mockingly, standing to his feet. "Look at the art you've made. That bitch looks so beautiful doesn't she?"

Eboni looks at Veronika's mutilated body, feeling absolutely nothing towards the woman. Instead, she stands, her once white dress now tainted in red. She looks at Jeff, taking a step towards him. The smiling killer holds out his arms, the girl rushing into his embrace.

Jeff holds her tightly, one hand on her lower back and the other on the back of her head. He shushes her, whispering soothing words in her ear. "I'm so...so fucking proud of you, princess.."

Eboni pulls back, looking up at him with her watery honey brown eyes. "R-Really?"

"Hell yeah, but listen, princess...I'm gonna ask you some important questions, answer honestly."

"Yes, Daddy.." Eboni said, staring into his sapphire red eyes. He's taken his contacts out the moment he brought Eboni to this shit hole.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes.."

He grins, moving strands of hair out of her face. "Who do you smile for?"

Eboni looks a bit confused but listens to what both her heart & mind are screaming. "You, Jeff."

"Who do you laugh for?"

"Jeff.."

"Who do you sing for?...dance for?" He whispers, leaning further down - wanting to smash his lips to hers.

"Daddy...for you.." she whines, pressing herself against him as much as she can - the feeling of his chest so comforting.

"Who do you breathe for?"

"Jeff."

"Who do you live for now?"

"You...only you."

"That's it..that's right. Who do you want to control you? Own you? Who do you want to lead you?"

"Jeff. You. I only want you. No one else matters. Only Jeff... only you.."

Jeff feels a pleasuring buzz rip through his body, chills going down his spine. This is all he ever wanted. All he wanted was for Eboni to devote her entire being to him fully. The only person she answers to, listens to - will now only be Jeff.

"Good girl...you're such a good little bitch, my princess." Jeff coos, making Eboni whine.

He pulls out another knife, clean of any blood. "Now hold still." He hums, carving his name on her skin where her heart lays inside. It's deep enough just to scar.

Eboni hisses, but watches in complete awe still dazed. He lowers his head, licking her blood dipping down between her breast. He glances up at her, cleaning her blood clean from his knife.

"Now...who do you bleed for?"

"Jeff... Jeff The Killer."

He laughs, his laughter bouncing off the walls of the entire mansion. Eboni clings to him, her heart feeling light yet still full of pain. She looks at him, clinging onto his black hoodie with her tiny hands.

"Please..."

"Please, what princess? Use your words for me.."

"Please daddy...take this pain away. I don't wanna...hurt anymore. Do whatever you want to me..."

Jeff cackles, shaking his head. "Don't worry. I'll set you free. I'll never hurt you again. I'll protect you. You belong to me. You're all mine. I'll never leave you - ever." The smiling killer turns his head, eyeing BEN. "Get out. Go keep watch outside."

BEN scoffs, shaking his head. "I'm not some watch dog!...what do you plan on doing anyways?"

Jeff turns his attention back to Eboni, drowning in her honey brown eyes full of love & adoration for him. "I'm gonna show my girl... how good it feels to finally give her all to me."

It's time for the smiling killer to lay claim on what now truly belongs to him.

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