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diary-thinking · 2 years

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! ! ! WARNING: It contains spoilers for Duskwood Episode 10 ! ! !

The oneshot itself takes place after Jessy and Thomas visited Michael Hanson's house.

Special thanks again to @captainwanderlust78 🥰

fem!MC x the one behind the mask of the MWAF

I took a deep breath. This situation was so overwhelming and yet I was sure that I was right.

I quickly put the new sim-card that I got from a gas station on my way here into my old cell phone and started it, downloaded the Messenger and set up a new profile. I needed a profile that Jake couldn't read.

Then I grabbed my actual phone and opened Messenger. My phone hovered over the connection to Hannah's phone for a moment before I opened it and opened the messages, specifically the chat with the Man without a face.

I bit my lower lip, still undecided if what I was doing was really right.. and I knew that wasn't so true. It was right for me. But not in general.

I quickly typed my message.

Before I had any more doubts, I tapped send and stared at the screen uneasily, waiting for something to happen. It really didn't take long and the short ringtone on my old cell phone told me that I had been added. I deleted the message - luckily in the meantime I had considered the possibilities that I could delete the message without Jake noticing that this message had been sent. He would eventually make it if he tried.. but why should he? At the time, he hadn't noticed that I had had a brief exchange with the Man without a face in the chat.

I disconnected Hannah's cell phone and turned off my original cell phone completely. I couldn't imagine it, but I didn't want Jake getting into my microphone because I wasn't responding.

I took another deep breath as I grabbed my old phone and opened Messenger again. A sad smile appeared on my lips as I read the faceless man's message. It was too obvious.. and yet my heart was beating fast in my chest.

My finger hovered over the send button again for a moment. I didn't want to be sure, but there was too much to suggest. The realization hurt me. It was almost worse than the pain that gripped me when I thought about watching Richy die.

But from the insights I had gotten through all the research and the others and the way I got to know Richy.. I just couldn't imagine that he was there with an absolutely bad intention. I needed to know, and I didn't need any interruption from the others or Jake.

I press the send button. My gaze never left the chat and I saw that another message had started but not been sent. Multiple.

I sent my last message and put the phone down for a moment. I had to move. Get out. I couldn't take it like that, and I couldn't just sit here in this motel room and see if anyone would end up getting hurt, even if it was from some act of heroism.

I slowly stood up and stretched briefly. Without further ado, I tied my blond hair into a ponytail so that only a few strands fell out at the front. Then I grabbed my black leather jacket, which I put on in one quick movement.

I returned to the table, picked up the phone and again a sad smile appeared on my lips as I read the reply.

I could really imagine how Richy – wherever he was – sat sighing in front of the smartphone. I knew he didn't want me to come here..or not for those reasons anyway. And certainly not that our first meeting would expire too.

Then he went offline.

I nervously fiddled with the zipper on my leather jacket, stared at the screen of my old phone, and sighed. I had so much faith in Richy and I just hoped I wasn't wrong. Normally I had a knowledge of human nature that I could rely on.. but that wasn't an everyday situation either.

I grabbed my purse and slipped my old phone into it. For a moment my gaze fell on my actual phone and I wondered if I should turn it on and make some excuse for the others about my extended absence..

I didn't want to take it with me. Jake could track me even if I turned off location sharing. But ever since he had to flee and made himself a temporary home somewhere.. I was 100% sure he was in the vicinity of Duskwood and I didn't want him to find me with Richy. I even got the new sim-card for my old cell phone, so I wasn't logged into the same WiFi network as my current cell phone. I could only hope that it would be enough.

I gathered up another blanket and put it in my purse before grabbing the room keys and leaving the room. I opened up the Maps app on my old phone and made a little detour to a small grocery store where I picked up some fruit, sandwiches and water - Richy had been "dead" for a few days now and I wasn't sure how well he had provided food in his hiding place.

A little later I found myself a little behind the dare house. It actually took a little longer than I thought to find the way, but I finally found the house. I sit down on a fallen tree trunk and look around a bit. The sun's rays shone sporadically through the trees while a few birds could be heard in the distance.

I took a quick look at the cell phone I used to communicate with Richy and checked the time. If he really did stick to it, he should show up at any moment and that only made me more nervous. If I was already so nervous overall, I was even more so now.. not only that it could be totally dangerous, no, I was about to face Richy. Richy, with whom I got along well from the start. Who made me laugh even when the situation seemed hopeless. Who, hard as it was for me to admit under the latest circumstances, had slowly won my heart.

"You actually came.." a quiet voice murmured to my left, tearing me out of my thoughts. Startled, I looked up and actually saw Richy, who looked at me apologetically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you again," he said, walking towards me. I slowly got up and brushed the dirt off my pants. Then I looked around, grabbed Richy's hand and pulled him further into the forest with me, further away from the dare house. "Call me paranoid, but I don't want you to get caught." I said quietly while Richy had meanwhile adjusted to my walking pace. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't focus on that right now.

After a few seconds of silence we came to a small clearing with a hill going up on one side. A larger couple of rocks lie there and you could see Duskwood Lake in the distance from here, which made me smile for a moment. I thought of Jessy, who had shown me another part of the lake.

"I think this should be good," I murmured, letting my gaze wander as I approached the stones. I became embarrassingly aware that I was still holding Richy's hand and let go of it so that I could get the blanket out of my purse - and at the same time I was able to hide my blushed cheeks because I felt his eyes on me again.

"I brought some fruit, sandwiches and water.. I didn't know if and what you've eaten in the last few days." I said quietly while I put the bag down with the one on the stone and then finally got up and turned back to Richy. I was surprised to find that he had come very close to me and before I could react I felt his arms around me. I gasped briefly, only to wrap my arms around him before he took that wrong and pulled away again. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and hugged him tightly while inhaling his scent - it was a cross between shower gel and forest, so I assumed that wherever he was hiding he also had a shower available. But overall he seemed quite fresh, maybe he had stayed in the Hanson house after all? Was it just waiting for the police to leave?

"I.. I'm so, so sorry, MC.. also and especially that I scared you with the calls.." he whispered softly into my hair and I could hear that he was serious. He sounded so desperate, so... close to tears.

I pulled away from him a bit, without undoing the hug itself, and looked up at him. A sad smile sat on my lips as I studied his face. "I know.. I know." In his eyes, which he had also focused on me, small tears glistened and he looked very worried, but also incredibly tired. He doesn't seem to have shaved the last few days either, because stubble adorns his chin.. and that suited him outrageously well.

Without thinking too much about it, I released one arm and put my hand to his cheek, gently stroking my fingertips across his cheek. "I know, Richy," I repeated. "Come on.. let's sit down, eat and you'll explain everything to me." I suggested and now completely pulled away from him, to which he gave a short nod.

Together we spread the blanket on the floor and sat on it so that I could take the groceries out of my purse. I pushed the fruit and a sandwich over to him, as well as one of the water bottles, which he acknowledged with a grateful smile, but didn't take any of it yet. He sat down so that he could lean against one of the rocks, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.

I sat cross-legged on the blanket so I was facing him and could meet his gaze. I grabbed some of the grapes I had brought and ate them slowly.

"So.. where do I start? It's actually all related to what happened with Jennifer back then.. but it wasn't just Hannah and Amy who were involved, it was me too.. indirectly. Hannah and Amy stopped by our workshop and...", Richy started to talk quietly. He held my gaze the whole time, occasionally pausing in his narration and then reveling in his thoughts for a brief moment, but I didn't interrupt him, I just waited. It was all heavy on his soul, I could see that from him and from what it sounded like to me he hadn't spoken to anyone about it except at last with Amy, before she took her own life.

“.. and somehow.. it all slipped out of my hands. I was so panicked and made the wrong decisions. Amy's suicide scared me so much and when Hannah spoke to Amy that she had proof.. I don't know..", he finished and stared down at his hands, in which he was holding one of the sandwiches. I got up and sat next to Richy so I could rest my head on his shoulder. So he would know I was there.

"You were panicked and desperate.. I don't know how I would have reacted if I were in this situation. But the first instinct is usually the one that is often not the right one.. but it's okay. You screwed up, yes, but you know it." I said quietly to him and raised my eyes so that I could look at him. A sad smile formed on his lips.

"Yeah, maybe..." he answered before biting off the sandwich again.

"Where's Hannah now?" I asked him after a few moments of silence while he ate. Richy looked up again and looked at me. "She's still in Michael Hanson's abandoned house. She's fine, don't worry.. I've always brought her food and drink, she's not tied up or anything and you can actually take a normal shower and use the toilet and everything.. she's just in a cordoned-off area,” explained he calm. "But I'm going to end all of this now, don't worry.. I should have done that much sooner."

I nodded slightly and placed my head back on his shoulder. Richy put the half-eaten sandwich on the blanket next to him and brushed his hands off before he took mine and interlaced our fingers. A small smile lay on my lips as I watched our intertwined hands. My skin tingled where he touched me and my stomach felt like it was pounding. I was glad that I had enough control over myself that it wasn't obvious what his touch triggered in me.. even if I had a guilty conscience at the same time, I couldn't and didn't want to deny my feelings for him. I knew the whole story now, and no matter what happens next, I would support Richy.

"What's your plan now?" I asked him while tracing small circles on his skin with my thumb. Richy shrugged slightly, just enough not to push my head away. "If I knew that.. I will definitely release Hannah. And then... go to the police. Face me, probably go to jail." he said and sighed.

I bit my lower lip. It was crazy and.. I didn't know how to do it either, but.. "You can always come to me, you know?" I said quietly, raising my head to look at him could rest my chin on his shoulder. I knew my cheeks were flushed again, but I didn't care. I wanted to look at him, to let him know with my eyes that I was behind him.

Richy actually looked at me very surprised after hearing my words. A small smile played on his lips again. He squeezed my hand gently, but then shook his head. "I appreciate what you're offering.. but I'd like to try to make the right decision. And I've been silent before, I don't want to walk around with such guilt feelings again without being able to talk about it..." he replied.

I smiled at him. I knew he was making the right decision and I was happy about it, but if he'd gone along with that suggestion I would have helped him—even if it meant keeping my new friends at a distance more than I wanted to . If, when everything about Richy came out and they noticed that I still support him, they still wanted to be in contact with me. I could imagine that in the end they would not only be disappointed with Richy.

"Come on.. you should be back at the motel before dark.. the faceless man won't harm you, but still I'd feel more comfortable if you got back before dark. And I'm going to take Hannah to the police.” Richy then said after we sat in silence for a few minutes.

I nodded reluctantly, I could have sat here with him forever. I lifted my chin off his shoulder so he could stand up - although he didn't let go of my hand.

He carefully pulled me up. I looked up at him, examining his face carefully. He met my gaze again, that sad smile on his lips. "Thank you, MC..", he said quietly and raised his free hand, which he gently stroked over my cheek.

I stared at him, wanting to kiss him, and his touch didn't make it much better. I didn't know where it was coming from right now.. maybe because I wasn't sure when I'd be that close to him next. Or when I would ever see him again. But.. I didn't want to sit there later and wonder how it could have been.

I took a step closer to him, maintaining eye contact. "Richy..." I mumbled while letting go of his hand and instead cupping both hands on his face, gently pulling him closer to me and placing my lips on his.

I knew I had surprised him - not for the first time today. But it only lasted a moment before I felt his arms around my waist again, how he put them around me and pulled me even closer and how he kissed me back. I smiled into the kiss even though I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.

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veyslastrelda · 2 years

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DUSKWOOD SPOILER!

"Everything is going to be fine in the end. If it's not fine not the end."

OMG! I was able to make sense of this sentence right now. Everything isn't going fine the end. Jake forced to flee the FBI. The mystery about the MC remains unsolved. This is actually a clue to us that the game will continue. I can't believe I just realized this!

#duskwood #duskwood spoiler #duskwood mc #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood thoughts #duskwood theories

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yourpersonaljaskier · 2 years

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Important decision I need help with from Duskwood fans:

WHICH ONE???

#Duskwood #Duskwood episode 10 #Duskwood spoiler #Duskwood jake

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duskwoodraven · 2 years

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Jake and MC trying to sacrifice themselves to protect each other this episode:

#damn it jake stop trying to one up me.#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood everbyte #duskwood game #everbyte #duskwood jake x player #duskwood memes #duskwood mc #duskwood player #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood episode 10 spoilers #duskwood episode 10 #duskwood spoilers

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incorrectnessduskwood · 7 months

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Lilly: Someone's coming. Someone you don't like. Jake: That could literally be anyone.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect duskwood quotes #jake #hacker boy #duskwood jake #lilly donfort #donfort siblings #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #everbyte studios #spoiler: its thomas

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char-lotta · 2 years

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After the End (part two)

Pairing: Jake x MC

Warnings: major spoilers for episode 10, this chapter contains smut 🔥🔥

Author notes: see the end of the chapter

(You should first read the part one here)

After the End (part two)

“MC! It’s me, stop screaming!”

She gasped for air, causing a pause of her screaming. She couldn’t still see him properly, but the in the shadows she could see his dark hoodie.

“Jake?” she whispered and swallowed. Her saliva tasted like blood. She had probably bitten her lip again.

“Yes, it’s me”, he answered in a low voice, and she could hear worry in his tone. “You need to breathe. It’s alright, you’re alright.”

She did as she was told and tried to get a glimpse from his face. She could see his chin, covered in short stubble, and smelled his natural fragrance; musk and hint of green forest after the rain. She grasped his hoodie and tried to calm down. Her draws of breath were rattling, but even with their pace. The dizziness started to ease, and she felt her feet become steadier. When she finally managed to look up to his face, she saw pair of brown eyes, looking at her back.

“This was definitely not my plan”, she managed to say with a cackle. “I was coming to rescue you and not be rescued.”

She saw that the emotions in his face were changing fast, there was a glimpse of something she didn’t recognize and then he just looked angry.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked and couldn’t hide his annoyance. “This is too stupid and reckless, even from you.”

“I know you’re mad, but could this wait? We need to get out of here”, she pleaded to him stubbornly. He hated when she pulled up plans like this, which put her in danger and had expected this kind of reaction from him. And he definitely hadn’t missed her tone of sassiness.

“You’re going to be the death of me”, he said furiously. “I told you that I’d contact you after I get out!”

She held his gaze and saw the glint of emotion again in his eyes. It wasn’t anger, but something else. She put her hand gently at his cheek and brushed it lightly with her thumb. His skin was so warm under her hand, and she felt like she had touched electric heater.

“You can yell at me later as much as you want”, she told him in a kind tone. “But now I am going to get you out of here first. Or you get me out, I don’t care, as long we both do get out. I have created a distraction and we should have enough time to get going without being noticed.”

He opened his mouth and she saw that he was going to interrogate her about her plan. She moved her thumb to his lips, shushing him. They didn’t have time for this.

“You have said many times, that you trust me. You need to do so now.”

He stayed quiet and after a while, he nodded. She suddenly realized that her finger was on his lips. They were soft and warm, and she felt her cheeks reddening. She withdrew her finger and grabbed his hand.

“Follow me.”

They walked in silence, following the stone piles where she had built them. She saw Jake looking at the marks approvingly, proving that she actually did had given some thought about her plan. She made sure that he wasn’t looking on her when they walked and stared at his back and face with every opportunity she had. His dark hair was short, he was tall, and she could see that he had muscular back. And when she lowered her gaze, she could see that he had firm bottom. When she realized that she was staring his butt, she blushed again heavily. Eyes up, she reminded herself and was just about to open a conversation, when Jake stopped. She was confused, why weren’t they moving?

“Ja- “she started but shut her mouth quickly when she saw his face. He looked alarmed and they listened the darkness together. She couldn’t hear anything. Suddenly he pulled her behind the corner of the tunnel before the crossroad and pressed her back against his chest, his hands around her waist. Jake switched the flashlight off and they stood in the darkness, leaning on the wall together. She swore she felt his heart pounding against her back, within the same rhythm than her heart. What was going on?

“There is someone in there”, the words were whispered so quietly that she thought she might had imagined them, but then she felt his breath behind her ear. The hairs in her neck rose instantly and she couldn’t help but shiver. She felt his arms on her waist tighten as a response. His fingers brushed her bare skin in between the shirt and jeans, and she shivered again, this time violently. The sensation of his fingers flashed through her whole body. She could hear his breathing getting tighter, mirroring her own, but he didn’t let go.

She kept her eyes looking at the darkness and finally she picked up the quiet tone of someone’s footsteps, and by the sound of them, it was a man. The voice was coming closer, starting to echo at the walls. She could see another light, illuminating the way behind the crossroad. They stayed in the dark, not to be seen and waited. She was on the verge of losing it, the man was so close, it would require him to just turn behind the corner and he would see them, there was nowhere to hide. She had been so loud while trying to bring herself down from her panic attack. Had the man heard her? The fingers in her waist started circling soothingly, getting her attention. She looked up and saw Jake's eyes looking directly at hers. They were assuring and steady, trying to tell her that she needed to calm down and he would take care of the man if needed. She opened her lips and tried to inhale more air quietly. He looked approvingly on what she was doing and set the rhythm for breathing with his fingers, drawing circles for every inhale and exhale. Breathe in, out, in and out…

The quietness was disturbed with a loud beeping, static and rattled voice, which was coming from a radiophone. She stopped breathing and heard rumbling voice, with couple of curse words in a grumpy tone.

“This is Stevenson, repeat the message, over”, she heard him say. There was again static noise and she heard him cursing again: “this fucking mine”. There was a sound of adjustments on the radiophone and then the voices cleared, apparently there haven’t been proper connection through the phones from where the man was coming from. He hadn’t had connection for the outside world and that’s why he was still in the tunnels when everyone else had left.

“Get out there, Stevenson. He isn’t in the tunnels, he left us a message. Return to starting point. Over”.

“Copy that. Over.”

She saw the light fading away and the footsteps got quieter with each step the man took away from them. She didn’t realize that she had been holding her breath for a minute now and tried to gasp air without making a noise. She felt the hands on her waist loosing up and soon they stepped out from the shadows.

“That was close”, she whispered, Jake nodded, and she continued. “I thought I had managed to lure them all out.” “What kind of message I have left?” Jake asked with a hint of laughter in his question. “I don’t recall leaving anything.” “There might or might not be a picture of man without a face with on every public screen in the city”, she stated carefully. “And some mocking text of “catch me if you can”, sent by the local electric company but signed from Ny-m0s to every phone in the area.”

“Every time I think you cannot surprise me anymore, you pull up something like this”, he laughed aloud now and nudged her gently. “Come on, lets go. We don’t want to run anyone else who also didn’t get the message of withdrawing the area.”

Soon they were at the bottom of the stairs towards the entrance. He didn’t let her go first but looked at her for confirmation.

“This is where I came in”, she told him and tried to peek at the top. “The area was emptied then.”

Jake took her hand and they started climbing the stairs cautiously. They had to move slowly, because she couldn’t see the steps properly from behind Jake, but he flashed the light for every step she took. When they finally felt the fresh air coming from top of them, they turned the light off and stumbled the stairs in dark. They tried to be as quiet they could, and soon she could see form of trees in front of her. They kept in low and crouched out from the entrance. The forest was silent, except for one owl which hooted in top of the trees somewhere.

She examined the area and saw the familiar hill where she had surveyed FBI agents before. “My car is around one kilometer that way.”

They started the walk towards the car, keeping their senses alert for every noise and movement. When she finally saw a glimpse of her car on top of the path, her heart was filled with joy. Jake had seen the car too and he glanced her with a smirk on his face.

“Am I allowed to ask now, what’s the plan?” he asked teasingly. “Or am I still just following you?” She blushed, again. Blushing had become a habit, what she didn’t want to have. But there was something about being with Jake, which made her anxious. Not in a bad way, she was more excited.

“Well, this part is something I left us to plan together. I have booked a cabin for two nights, which is located pretty close. We don’t have to go there, it was more like a plan B”, she explained and stumbled with her words. She was suddenly very nervous and being this close with Jake, didn’t help. She felt drawn to him, and while they had walked, she had unconsciously stayed close to him. She hadn’t given a much of thought about the afterwards of her plan. They had agreed on meeting in Duskwood after all of this, but the plan of that had been very vague from the beginning. She lowered her gaze, unsure what to say, and played with her car keys. She heard him stepping closer and kept staring at the ground.

She felt his hand below her chin, rising it slowly up, so she would have to look at him. She settled her eyes somewhere around his nose and didn’t realize that she had started to bite her lip again. They both were silent, and she mustered up all her courage and moved her eyes to look at him. He was also looking her, but not her eyes, but her lips.

She was so sure, that he was going to kiss her. She stopped biting her lip and opened her lips slightly and leaned forward. She saw Jake doing the same, still staring at her lips. She could feel her heart pounding fiercely, demanding to have this moment. There was something setting in her abdomen and fluttering.

Owl hooted again somewhere in the distance, and it broke their illusion. Jake let go of her chin with a small laugh and put his hands on his pockets and she took a step backwards. Her cheeks were hot again and she didn’t know what to say to him.

“Let’s go to the cabin, and think about our next move tomorrow”, he said, clearing his voice with a small cough. She nodded as a response and opened the car doors with her keys. They got seated and she started the engine. She told Jake that she didn’t see any roads closed on her way there, but they should be prepared for those now, since FBI thought he had escaped.

“Do they know what you look like?” she asked nervously, and Jake shook his head. “What if they need to see our ID’s?

“I have a spare ID for situations like this”, he assured. “This isn’t my first encounter with them.”

“What about me? Do they know my identity?” she was afraid to ask. Jake nodded.

“It is very likely that they do, since they have been trying to hack your phone before”, he reminded her. “But I have already gotten you a fake ID, so you’ll use that.”

“You what?” she was amazed. Jake seemed to realize that this was something that they had not discussed previously and started to look uncomfortable.

“I should have told you”, he muttered and scratched his back of head, looking very intimidated. “I just wanted to be prepared for everything.”

“So, you had been prepared me to be needing spare ID’s?” She asked amused, still wondering his motives.

“I have been thinking about some scenarios, where they would be necessary”, he stated and somehow sounded embarrassed as well. Then it drawn to her, he had gotten her fake ID’s because she would need them when they would be together. He had every intention to keep their deal.

“Thank you”, she replied quietly and felt very emotional.

“I promised to protect you”, he simply stated.

This statement calmed her nervousness and she started steering the car away back to the road. Jake told her to shut her phone and remove the battery before they would go, and she did as she was told.

“We should still practice, what we say if we encounter them”, she thought about the possible road patrols.

“Easy”, he smirked again and leaned back on his seat. “We are a couple who have come to visit Duskwood’s famous Pine Glade Festival. Perfect cover story.”

Jake's words hit her consciousness like a hammer, and she swallowed. Something warm pooled in her stomach and she smiled.

“Sounds convincing enough.”

They did manage to avoid all the road patrols and saw only one car during their drive to the cabin, driven by some old lady. During the drive she could feel him watching her and tried not to pay any attention to that. Once she was convinced that his eyes were looking somewhere else, she looked at him with corner of her eye. He was still watching her and met her gaze. She felt his gaze as intimidating and looked quickly back on the road. Her skin felt like it was on fire. When they finally saw the cabin in the end of the road, she finally let herself relax.

She had received a text message from the owner, who had told her where she could find the keys. There was a key box with a code hanging on the gate, and she got it open with the code easily. The cabins’ location was perfect, there was no neighbors, and it was in the lake area. Water carried all the noises easily, so they could hear a possible car arriving from kilometers away. The road was ending in the yard of the cabin, so they were sure that if there was car coming up, it was coming to them.

The cabin itself was simple, but cozy. There were two rooms, other one being combined living room and small kitchen area, and behind of it was the bedroom. Quick peek behind the bedroom’s door revealed to her that there was only one bed. She hadn’t paid too much attention on the pictures when booking, but rather on the location. She didn’t want to think about the situation with the bed just now, so she tried to think something else.

“You’re probably hungry”, she stated, and he nodded.

“Didn’t plan on getting stuck in the mines when I left”, he replied and gestured towards her backpack. “Did you bring something to eat?”

She opened her bag and pulled out the eggs, bread, and ramen noodles.

“Not a gourmet food, but should ease up your hunger”, she apologized. She also had some protein bars somewhere in her bag, if needed.

They cooked their food in silence and kept bumping each other’s in the small kitchen area, muttering “sorry” under their breaths. The situation had become so awkward, and she didn’t know what to do. This was their first time actually seeing each other’s and even though they had texted for weeks now, it was very different to be with him in the same room. But every time they touched, even by accident, the feel of his skin touching hers was giving her small jolts. She wondered if he felt them too.

They continued their silence when they ate and only noise in the room were their cutleries clinking against the plates. She kept looking at her plate, until she finished her food and then returned to the sink to wash her plate. She heard him moving behind her back and somewhere deep she hoped that he would come to her, take her in his arms and told her that everything would be alright. The sound of the door revealed to her that he had gone to bedroom and when he returned, he had pillow and a blanket in his arms.

“You’ll take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch”, he said and didn’t look at her. Her emotions betrayed her and showed for a couple of seconds disappointment and sadness in her face, until she could control herself to put up a neutral face.

“Thank you”, she replied and finished drying up her plate. Jake told her that she was going to take a shower, and she nodded. The air in the cabin had become heavy and she felt the urge to go out. She didn’t put her shoes on when she slipped to the porch. It was a beautiful night; the sky was clear, and the stars were visible. She sat down on the porch’s step and looked the lake, which glimmered from the light of the moon. She was exhausted and all her limbs felt heavy. Her sight was blurry, and she blinked her eyes to get rid of the tears, which had started to water her eyes.

She wondered what would happen now. She had succeeded with her plan and had got Jake out from the mines, but what would come next? Would he continue his hiding alone and leave her in Duskwood? Would they keep their promise for a one day together and then he would disappear? He had promised to her that he wouldn’t leave her, but that was before the FBI had gotten into this mess. Would this be their only night together? But then he had gotten her new identity? Shouldn’t that imply that he meant to keep her close?

He had told her that he loved her, and she had returned the feelings. But now when they were together, the words didn’t come as easy when chatting, and she concluded that this was probably the moment when Jake would have gone offline. The situation of being together was new to them both, but she did know him, he wasn’t some mystery stranger. He had been the source of her feelings for a long time now, they had real connection. Even when everything was complicated as now, she was sure that she loved him, even if she wouldn’t find a courage to say those words aloud to him. She felt being at peace now when she knew that he was safe and even if their roads would separate tomorrow, he would still be safe, and she was glad that she had part of it.

She smelled him before she heard him, the fragrance of his was intoxicating. It was combination of the shower gel and familiar musk, with a hint of green forest. She inhaled deeply, trying to memorize his smell. He sat down next to her on the step and looked at the view with her.

“Are you going to yell me now?” she asked carefully, trying to keep her tone light. He turned to look at her, and probably saw the sadness in her face, which she was so keen on hiding. He sighed.

“No”, he replied and took her hand on his, laying them both in between them. She looked at their joined hands, her hand was smaller but a perfect fit with his. She brushed her thumb against his palm. He looked thoughtful, like he was contemplating what to say.

“It was still a reckless plan”, he continued. “I told you not to put yourself in danger, especially for me.”

“But you did put yourself in danger for me”, she argued quietly, giving him a stern look. “It wasn’t fair. You knew that I would have accepted his offer. And now we know that it was Richy, he wouldn’t had hurt me.”

“We didn’t know that then. I promised to you to keep you safe”, he responded and drew circles in her palm in return. “That no matter what, I would protect you.”

“You cannot keep sacrificing yourself for me, you know”, she stated and looked at him with hunger in her eyes, but she didn’t know that. Something shifted in the air and her mouth felt dry. He held her gaze and she could see the moon reflecting from his pupils, which were dilated. “Remember what you asked me?”

“I have asked from you a lot and you had filled all my requests without a hesitation”, he murmured back, not taking his eyes off her. The familiar flutter in her abdomen was there again, this time with heat. “You were so trusting from the beginning, and I have no idea why.”

“It felt right, it always felt right, even when others tried to convince me that I shouldn’t trust you”, she confessed, and her voice sounded fragile. The world had stopped around them and nothing else existed in it except them. “You asked me to see all of this with you till the end.”

“I did”, he answered and slowly, lifted her hand towards his face. “And now it is after end.” She followed her hand with her gaze, and all she could think about was his lips. He pressed them against her hand, and she thought her heart was going to explode. Small sigh escaped her lips and Jake's pupils seem to dilate even more. The heat from her lower abdomen was anxiously waiting, I need more, more and everything.

“So, what comes after end?” she whispered, her eyes were still fixed on her hand on his lips. The sight of it was mesmerizing. She felt her hand trembling slightly but brushed his lips with her thumb for a second time today. Jake pecked lightly her finger.

“Us.” He brushed her loose curl away from her face with his other hand. The only thing she could think that she wanted to Jake touch her forever. “If you still want me.” He tucked the curl behind her ear and touched the side of her face lightly. She thought that this might feel the same when you’re hit by the lightning. Every nerve she had was on fire and she gasped again, not realizing that it was vocal one.

Then his lips were crashing on hers and they were greedy from the start. Nothing was careful in their first kiss, it was demanding and overwhelming, she could feel the neurons transmitting messages of pleasure to every part of her body. Her brain was finally exploding, and all she could do was to return the kiss. Jake’s lips were eating her alive, sucking her lower lip and his tongue found a way in her mouth. It was exploring and evasive, he was claiming her and all she wanted to do was to give herself to him. Her hands were all over him, trying to grasp every inch of him, dragging her closer to him. Jake lifted her up from the stairs and pulled her to his lap, and her legs quickly found their place when she straddled in his lap, not interrupting the kiss even for a second. She moaned in his mouth, when his hands found her back, pulling her closer, closer, and closer to him. The anticipation had been building up for weeks now and all they could do, was to set it free. The fire burning inside of her was eager to be unleashed.

Their lips separated for a moment and they both gasped air. She was panting, her nipples were rock hard, and she hadn’t never been so aroused in her life than now. “Don’t you dare to leave me”, she told him and pressed her lips again to his. That was all it took, and if she had thought Jake was forceful before, her words had evaporated the very last drop of any resistance from him now. They crashed in each other’s again and again, their mouths were hot and when his lips latched on her neck, she heard a guttural sound coming from her own throat. He sucked and nibbled her neck and when he found again the very same spot where she had moaned, he gave it special attention with tongue. She vaguely realized she was constantly grinding him in his lap, but everything felt so good, that the thought got lost somewhere back in her brains. His cold hands were under her shirt, causing her to shiver and Jake continued his trail of kisses towards her cleavage. She didn’t know where her own hands were, but they were touching something warm and covered.

When his fingers found her bras, she was shaken with the touch and the pure need which felt consuming her. She pulled with his help her shirt away and the couple of seconds where his lips had been away from her, felt like hours and she demanded them back with hers. His hands were in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her whole neck to him. She wanted him so much that it hurt, her cunt clenched with need and she grinded again in his lap against the hard bulge. Jake growled and his hands traveled to her breasts, which were still hidden inside of her bra. He pulled the cups of the bras down, exposing her hard nipples. He circled the areolas with his fingers and continued his trail of kisses from her neck down towards her breasts. He sucked his thumb and then flicked her right nipple with it, and she couldn’t help voices of pleasure escaping her lips, throwing her head back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, she heard him say before she noticed his lips back on her right breast. She focused his hard cock against her groin and rolled her hips, putting pressure on it. He responded with a muffled vibration around her nipple, and then he sucked it hard. His act jolted million bolts in her sex, and she was drenched. She heard herself moaning his name, which just kept fueling his actions more. He played her other breast with his left hand, changing hands when his focus with his mouth was changed.

“Please”, she pleaded, and her hands were rubbing his cock through his trousers. “I need – “

She didn’t have to finish her sentence, because he lifted them both up, she still in his lap. They stumbled back inside, and she let him carry her while she was sucking his earlobe. This caused him to misstep, and they crashed in a wall, she got pressed between the wall and Jake. She tried to unbutton his jeans while he was doing hers, they pulled his shirt off together and Jake continued his mission to get her trousers off. She quickly looked around and pulled them together in the couch, where he laid in top of her, finally getting rid of her jeans. She felt his hands on her bum and lifted her ass higher as a reflex. He grabbed her knickers waistline and she saw him to look at her for a reassurance. She responded by pulling him in a fierce kiss and made sure that he understood that she was all in.

She felt his finger finding their way between her wet folds and the sound which came out of her mouth was inhuman. The finger circled her clit, before flicking it gently and she lost it. She moaned his name again and again; her whole body was shaking, and she was drowned in a bliss. His finger was rubbing and circling her clit with steady pace, his mouth was again on her breasts and her hands were… inside of his trousers. She didn’t remember how her hands got in there (and when they did get his trousers off?), but she was stroking his cock and Jake pushed himself on her hand. The lips from her breast unlatched and her hands got moved away, when she realized in her blurry haze, that something was on her entrance. When he slipped a finger inside of her, she cried and clenched around his finger. His right-hand fingers were still focusing on her clit, while he inserted a second finger from his left hand inside of her. The fingers moved from inside out repeatedly, pumping and the pressure of rubbing of her clit was increasing. Something was building inside of her, and only she could do, was to make incoherent voices. “Oh, oh, Jake – “, she cried, and she felt his mouth on her stomach, peppering the sensitive area with kisses. She had never felt this good; everything was fireworks and exploding neurons.

“Come for me”, he told her in a raspy voice and curled his fingers inside of her. And she did. Everything went white, she trashed and could hear herself screaming his name. She was so high, the sensation of bliss swallowed her as a whole and cherished her for a time which felt like hours. When she finally came back to her senses, she saw him looking at her with such an intense gaze filled with lust. She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him.

“I love you”, she said against his lips. She meant it with every cell in her body. “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you”, he murmured back, nibbling her lip with his teeth.

She pushed him off from her and she managed to get a glimpse of his confused face, which soon vanished when she reversed their previous position. She straddled again his lap, and grinded once more on his cock. This time, there wasn’t fabric in between them, and her wetness was all over him. Now it was his turn to shiver, and she felt his hands pressing her bottom firmly while moving her body on his cock. “I didn’t pack condoms with me to my rescue mission-”, he confessed, “- didn’t seem necessary”. She told him that she had been on birth control pills for a couple of years now. With that settled in between them, she kissed him once again and slowly sank into him. They both moaned in unison and tried to get adjusted with the new feeling. She felt so full and stretched, and she repeated the movement of getting off and then sliding herself back to his cock couple of times, and it every time it kept feeling better and better. Then she tried rolling her hips. The sensation of the movement hit them gently like a knife in brain, it just felt so right and good. She rolled her hips again, this time faster and he groaned from somewhere deep in his guts. He supported her movements with her hands, and when she moved up and down with his cock, occasionally rolling her hips, fastening the pace with each movement. It was now his turn to form incoherent words, but she could pick up words like “amazing”, “fuck”, and “beautiful” repeatedly. He pulled her upper body closer to him and kissed her breasts again, occasionally giving the nipple gently tug with his teeth.

She felt another wave of orgasm coming up, her movements started to get irrational and all she could think about was how she wanted to do this with him forever. She got herself up too much and his cock slipped out of her, but before she could sink back in, he had lifted her and turned her on her back side on the couch. He grabbed her right leg and lifted it towards his chest and entered her again. She helped herself up from the couch with her elbows and watched him pumping into her where they connected. It was the most erotic sight she had never seen and when he rubbed her clit with his thumb while pressing his fingers against her lower abdomen, she exploded abruptly again, chanting his name.

She heard him grunting and his pumps were irrational, hitting her cervix relentlessly over and over again. She looked at his face when he came, the emotions of lust, pleasure and the final climax was the sight she wanted to burn on her retinas. They locked their eyes together and her expressions of love was mirrored from his face.

“I love you”, he told her again, panting with shortness of breath.

“And I love you”, she repeated with a smile, before she reached out to kiss him.

xxx

Author Notes: Whew! I am so overwhelmed with all your comments and likes on part one! I am myself's worst criticizer, it's always terrifying to post my stories.

There is at least one more chapter on this story, but I'm supposed to work on my thesis and that unfortunately is taking lot of my time. I'd love to write longer stories, but I don't think that is possible in current situation of mine. I can still say with a good confidence that chapter three is posted in couple of days.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I would love to have comments, likes and reblogs, if you think this would be worth it. *3*

p.s. Birth control pills doesn't protect from STD's, so be good kids and use protection when necessary. Jake and MC were irresponsible, but let's forgive them. It has been so, so long. :D

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Run Towards the Monster

Dark Richy x Dark OFMC

@hacked-by-jake requested I write a dark smut one shot with Richy in the mine. This is the result! It’s something completely new to me. I’ve never written anyone but Jake with my MCs and this is my first foray into dark romance. Two villainous people find one another and the world will never be the same.

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Aylin knows one thing for certain, in this town, it’s kill or be killed. Her whole life has been one shitshow after another until she learned to steal the power from those unworthy of it. Once she was involved in the search for Hannah, she knew she did not want this group of self obsessed people to have a happy ending. No, she wanted to help him burn Duskwood to the ground. A carnal hunger was awoken the moment she figured him out and she is determined to satisfy it.

TW: Dark romance. Rough, twisted sex. Blood. Pain and pleasure. It’s consensual smut, just not my typical type. Wanted to warn you before you read it. They’re insane. I don’t think it’s too triggering though, just not what I’m used to writing. Probably the most gratuitous smut I’ve ever written 😂 p*rn for the sake of it!

Aylin

Jessy: You can’t go! He’ll kill you.

Aylin: I’m the only one that can stop him. You know that

Thomas: If it saves Hannah, I say we let her go

Dan: Could you think of someone other than yourself for once, Thomas?

Jessy: Exactly! Hannah isn’t the only one we care about.

Cleo: Let Aylin decide. It’s her decision, not ours. She has to live with whatever she decides.

Lilly: Don’t go. We’ll find another way.

Aylin: I need time to think. I’ll let you know my decision soon.

The truth was, she’d made her choice days ago. She had quickly figured out who was behind this whole situation, and she had been delightfully surprised to discover the man who seemed to wear sunshine-like armor was rotten to the core, just like her. His “kidnapping” had sealed the deal. She knew he was the mastermind of this farce when Thomas found only his bloodstained hat surrounded by raven feathers. It was far too convenient, and she had been itching to go to Richy ever since. She had liked him before, had sensed a darkness in him that called to the dark in her. Their messages had become more flirty as time wore on, he seemed to both trust and distrust her. It amused her greatly and she wanted to test her theory that he was just as beastly as she. The hacker had gone quiet. She had asked him for space and he’d granted it. He had felt guilty she’d been pulled into all of this, not knowing she had inserted herself and had no plans of retreating.

While her new “friends” had panicked and lived in fear, she had enjoyed every moment of Richy’s twisted game. He had made many mistakes; if he’d asked for her help, she would have perfected his grand scheme. There was still time to do so, and now she was on her way to do exactly that. She had come to Duskwood the day after everyone had messaged her for the first time. Never one to miss out on the macabre, she had hopped on the first flight there. Richy had messaged her from an unknown number, and she hadn’t told him she knew it was him yet; she wanted to do it in person. She hadn’t found him the least bit attractive until it became clear something insidious was hiding under his deceptively jovial surface. Now she was positively elated at the idea of having him for herself. And Aylin always got what she wanted.

All her life, she’d known she was different. Whatever part of the brain made people care or love was missing in hers. She could love, but in a selfish, manipulative way, and no one had been able to withstand her for more than a few weeks. Richy would be different. She felt it in her bones and blood. She was profoundly selfish and thrived on chaos and death. Her own family had long since disowned her, and she’d taken great joy in destroying their lives, piece by scrumptious piece. Now most of them were afraid to even breathe in her direction. It was her proudest achievement until now. They’d broken her first; she had simply returned the favor.

She wasn’t wholly evil. No, she only went after those that deserved it. Rapists, abusers, and the like. The justice system in her country was terrible, and sometimes the world needed someone like her to carry out karmic punishment when the law failed them. The fact she enjoyed it was just a perk to her. Legend said her heart died in her chest long ago. It had putrefied, and now a heavy slime as thick as tar coated her insides and insulated her against hurt or emotion. She had grown scales, fangs, and claws over the years; she kept them honed and knew when to use them.

They weren’t just for meting out suffering and retribution. She particularly enjoyed unleashing them on anyone unhinged enough to get into bed with her. Pain and pleasure. The two addictions of her life. And she felt the familiar heat of desire kindle and smolder low in her stomach as she approached the waterfall. She had told him she would be here, yet she saw no sign of the object of her current craving. Her sharp eyes scanned the forest and waterfall, the rushing roar of the water masking any footsteps that may or may not be approaching her. She scented him before she felt him wrap his arms around her and press a wickedly sharp blade to her throat. Pine and smoke, blood, and the salt of dried tears after Dan shot him. Oh, she already loved where this was going.

“Don’t move,” he warned, low and vicious in her ear, making her shiver, “do as I say, and I’ll let you live.”

She chuckled, leaned into his warmth, and purred, “Oh, I don’t know. I want to see what you’ll do if I don’t listen… Richy.”

A sharp inhale as he heard her words, “How - why… when did you figure it out?”

“The day you staged your own kidnap. Your acting is piss poor,” she smirked as he pressed the knife harder, knowing her blood had already welled over the edge of it.

“Why are you here then? Why didn’t you tell the others?” He demanded.

“Let’s go inside the mine, and then we can talk. I don’t want an audience. Anyone could come around here.” She replied, feeling him tense at her denial.

There was a tremor in his hand, nerves making him feel weak. She sighed. The first vigilante adventure was always the hardest. It took time to shake off the laws and morals that were drummed into everyone from the moment they could understand the concept of crime and punishment. If she wanted him, she had to work fast before he freaked out and killed her in a panic.

“I’m not here to stop you. I’m here to help you. We need to plan our next move, Richy.” She said firmly, and Richy gave a bitter laugh.

“Why would you want to help me when you’ve gotten in my way all this time?”

“I had a part to play. I’m done now. I want to help. Come on; I’ve done this before. I know how to end it.” She insisted, and Richy fought with himself for a long moment.

Then the knife was gone, his hand grasped her upper arm, and she allowed him to drag her over to the entrance to the mine. His manhandling only heightened her excitement. He didn’t let go of her as he heaved open the iron door to the mineshaft, ushering her down first and following once the darkness swallowed her. The clang and clank of metal chains and the weighty door slamming accentuated her slow descent into the mine. Richy ensured the entrance was sealed tight before she heard him begin to climb down the rickety ladder. Putting all her trust into that fragile railing, Aylin smirked into the darkness as her blood heated and anticipation began to sink its sweet teeth into her.

Though she was unable to see, the walls felt too close, too suffocating as her knuckles grazed the rough, uneven walls as she went straight down the shaft. Loose stones broke free as the ladder shook with their combined weight, and she couldn’t yet hear the echo of them hitting the ground. A slow drip of water was audible the nearer to the bottom she got, a phantom breeze ruffling her inky hair as the skittering of tiny paws reached her ears over the roar of her blood. The air was cold and stale. Standing water, musty air and dry rot intermingled to create an offensive perfume that made her hold her breath, her revulsion was strong but she was set on seeing her insane idea through.

Dust and sweat coated her fingers despite the chill. Sweat dripped down the back of her neck when she missed a rung and, for a brief moment, thought she was falling. It didn’t frighten her, she laughed, and Richy made a disgruntled noise that she ignored. The railing was so riddled with rust and rot it trembled as she clung to it, her foot trying to find another step and feeling only dead air. She realized she’d reached the bottom and took a deep breath before she let go and jumped. Landing in a low crouch with a muted thud of her rubber-soled boots, she backed away from the ladder so Richy could follow.

Playing the part of submissive captive, she waited patiently as he jumped, and the dull smack of his feet as he strode toward her, matched the beat of her poisoned heart. Again, he grabbed her upper arm and tugged her through a narrow passage. It resembled a yawning black hole, a gaping maw of some long extinct beast as they moved through it. Her brain was filled with bats and ghosts, knives in the dark, and ruby-red blood spilling across the uneven treacherous ground. Gooseflesh flared over her skin as Richy pulled her into a small alcove that opened into a manmade cave.

Flickering candles illuminated the stingy space, haphazardly placed on jutting rocky ledges and the dust and rubble-strewn ground. He released her, backing up a step as he crossed his arms, arched a brow, and said, “Let’s hear it then. Make it quick. I don’t have long left.”

She smiled like a snake, “We have plenty of time. The others don’t know I’m here. They are waiting for me to decide.”

Richy snorted, “Why would they listen to you? All they care about is finding Hannah and fuck everything else.” He spat bitterly, making her bite back a grin.

“That’s precisely why they listened. My life means nothing to them, and so they mean nothing to me. I think that makes us allies, don’t you?”

“Allies?” Richy barked a laugh, head shaking, and she was utterly entranced by the intensity of the hate in his dark eyes as he said, “You’ll only stab me in the back.”

They were circling each other. Drawing close, then springing apart, invisible elastic bands pulled to their limit as they metaphorically sniffed the other out. Tension was building thickly, a thrum in the air turning her into a creature of base instincts. Richy’s eyes were locked on her, pupils dilating as she licked at her lips and curled her hands into fists. Fight or fuck? Both. Definitely both.

“That would be cowardly. If I ever stab you, you’ll see it coming and thank me.” She crooned, madness taking over as she dropped the mask she wore to be more palatable to normal humans in polite society.

“Why did you come here? Clearly, you don’t care about Hannah.” Richy asked, his voice filled with smoke and dark, dark lust.

“Because you and I are the same, Richy.” She teased as he drew closer.

“You don’t know me. No one does.”

She smiled, “I do. Better than you think... You and I masquerade as humans every day. I wear the skin of a woman to hide the monster underneath it. I see much of myself in you and want to see what you look like without that mask.”

Richy stopped their restless prowling, crowding her against the cave wall as he bent down to mutter, “Monsters in human skins? Poetic. Is that why I couldn’t stay away even though I knew you were dangerous for me?”

She nodded, eyes heavy-lidded as he leaned ever closer and breathed in her scent, “I sensed the shadows in you. They speak to my own. It would be foolish to keep them apart, don’t you think?”

Spellbound, she watched in hypnotic wonder as his facade finally slipped, and she saw the predator lurking inside him. There were many monsters in this shit world. She had learned from nature that some predators needed predators of their own. And he was hers. Their demons would dance together, tangled and bloodthirsty. They would wreak havoc upon any who stood in their way. She couldn’t wait for it. Her blood sang as he brushed his lips over hers, a ghost of a touch that set her nerves alight. Gentleness wouldn’t do. She needed to feel it; she needed it to burn, ache and bleed. The next time he did it, she surprised him, catching his bottom lip between her sharp teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

Richy groaned, the sound so filthy and luscious that her head spun. Suddenly, his hand was around her throat, and he shoved her against the wall hard enough that she hissed in pain and smiled against his mouth.

“This is wrong...” He tried, not moving away, and she knew he was only saying what he thought he should.

“It would only be wrong if you stopped.” She taunted with a challenge in her eyes.

Her breath quickened, heat crept up her chest and neck as his head lowered so slowly she thought it would have turned her insane if she weren’t already there. Adrenaline flooded her body at the animalistic and venomous lust she felt radiating from him, and she knew this would be a fight. A battle of wills and power. Who would submit first? She was about to find out as determination flashed across his face. He finally crushed his mouth to hers, quickly forcing his way inside her mouth. The first brush of his tongue made her cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin over his hoodie. It was too late for her. The clumsy kiss soon turned into complete ownership of her mouth, so deep and violent she felt it from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

She was pushed harder into the dry rock, the hand around her neck burying in her hair and pulling hard, the pain licked over her scalp deliciously, and she again bit into his lip, drawing blood. The taste was akin to melted butter on her tongue, salty yet slightly sweet, with a slight iron tang that made her moan, and he tugged on her hair again. The blood in her own veins had been replaced by fire, so hot she was surprised she didn’t scald him as he blindly fumbled with the zip on her jacket. She chuckled when he sighed, earning herself a nip on her lip and a thigh pushed between hers. Liquid flame shot down her center to pool between her legs as she was crushed so tight the air was expelled from her lungs in a gasp. She was grateful, doubted she would’ve been able to stand without his weight holding her up.

Grabbing, greedy hands and fingers tore at their clothing. Breaking apart only so they could pull each other’s shirts off. Her chest heaved, covered in maroon lace that both annoyed and pleased him. A look of full possession appeared on his face as his eyes obsessively wandered over her, and she felt that gaze like he was clawing blunt nails over her skin. Shivering, she beckoned him close again and pounced, legs locking around his waist. She was pressed against the wall again, unsure how he’d moved so fast but glad all the same. She mouthed and nipped along his jaw, loving the salty taste of his skin, and thrilled as the unforgiving stone abraded her back.

Only scant lace protected her from the hard length she could feel through his jeans. She was grateful she had thought ahead and worn a skirt as she reached between them and flicked his fly open, hand diving inside to wrap around his thick cock and she began to awkwardly stroke him. He retook control of her mouth, bruising and ruthless. He didn’t let her breathe as she teased him. The wetness between her thighs soaked her underwear as she sank her hands into his hair and scratched at his scalp, smiling into the kiss when he shuddered. His fingers toyed with the fastening of her bra, struggling for a time as she did nothing to help. With an impatient noise, he succeeded in undoing it and her breasts soon popped free, and she let go long enough to take it off completely.

She was shameless as he abruptly pulled back, arching against the stone to offer herself up to his hungry mouth. He took the bait, mouth closing around her hard nipple, teeth biting hard enough that she cried out and threw her head back. The pain only added to the inferno in her core, her wetness slipped down her thighs, and a delectable burn spread over her as an ache built within her. She would ignite if he touched her, so riled and crazed she lost control of herself. Her hands turned to claws, raking down his chest, drawing blood she so badly wanted to taste again. His starving mouth pulled, sucked, and nipped each breast in turn, each vulgar sucking sound making her lose herself even more. His smothered desperate noises as she tormented him with unsatisfying strokes, sending a lick of nerves down her torso as he let go of her with a lewd noise she wished she had recorded.

Letting go of his cock, she arched in a sensuous slide, the scrape of the rock making her moan. She rubbed herself against him, frantically seeking friction as he smirked at her distress. The ache of overwhelming need beat like a war drum as her molten blood rushed straight to her cunt. Her volatile desire mirrored his haunted gaze as he held her pinned against the wall. Reaching under them, his long fingers slid inside her underwear, slipping through her soaked folds. He hooked his fingers around the delicate fabric and tore them off her. She growled, slapping his arm while he laughed, and she felt the fat head of his cock at her entrance.

Without warning, he was buried inside her, the stinging pain of her abruptly rent flesh making her toss her head back and howl it was so intense and consuming. She was very tight around him, knowing it hurt them both as he snapped his hips and grimly smiled at her wide eyes. She was suddenly very vocal, her back torn to ribbons with every thrust that shoved her up the cave wall. Sweat prickled on her skin and her many abrasions stung, she gave herself over to the madness of the flesh, letting it control her as he marked her throat. When he met her eye, he looked as dazed as she felt, his eyes like black burning coals as he claimed her mouth again, and his punishing thrusts caused a torrent of her essence to flood her sticky thighs.

It was exquisite agony. Her skin was inflamed as her nerves fired, making her jumpy and incapable of doing anything other than keen and wail. Richy was panting, and his jaw tensed so hard it could cut glass. Her torment was so complete she barely noticed when blood dripped down her back, his hands sliding over her skin as she whimpered and viciously pulled his hair, initiating a kiss to silence the noise she was making. She had hoped it would be like this. Ferocious and insatiable, each plunge of his cock inside her taut channel made the hair on her nape lift. The pain merged with the fire in her core decadently.

Stealing his breath, she tasted his fervor like spiced honey on his tongue and urged him to fuck her harder, clutching his shoulders hard enough to bruise when he did. Brutal and merciless, he forced her to a familiar peak, using her body just the way she liked and she revelled in the fact she would hurt tomorrow, looked forward to it more than was healthy. Soon she was walking on a blades edge, inner walls fluttering and clamping around his cock as he sensed her nearing release, her body going tense as he tore his mouth from hers and snarled in her face.

“Every moan you make belongs to me. You’re mine.”

She managed a short chuckle, pleasure surging so fast she was breathless and shocked. They were fighting each other with every kiss and thrust, spinning her so high she closed her eyes against the onslaught as he growled into her ear that she was his to use, his to keep. She would have agreed to anything then if it meant he kept fucking her. Their kind didn’t love. They owned. And the thought was so sinful and demented she could only nod, mentally claiming him as hers too. Toxic and unstable, it fed her chaotic self and it was all she ever needed from a lover. The warning pulse of release snatched a wanton moan from her black soul and a dark laugh from Richy. Prying a hand from his shoulder, she let it fall between her thighs, fingers slipping through the mess he’d made to feel where he split her in two, keening when he drove into her impossibly harder.

Circling her clit, she was sobbing and quivering in his hold, the wall at her back not enough to keep her bound to reality as red bursts of light obscured her vision, and he ordered her to come. His command, her fingers, and his cock worked in tandem to send her freefalling. A loud and fierce scream erupted from her and seemed to go on forever as the echo bounced off the stone. Richy groaned and chased his own end, ignoring her pleas for respite as she fluttered and spasmed in his hold, the force of her orgasm almost terrifying in its ferocity. Every pore on her skin sparked, her nerves exposed as her muscles jumped and tensed. It was almost unbearable as he slammed into her again and again. He gave a strangled, pained moan and one last cruel thrust, impaling her on his cock as he came inside her.

Her name was a curse on his tongue as he sunk to his knees. The scratches on her back worsened as she was pulled down with him. The wound Dan had given him had reopened at some point, and she saw her bloody handprints and fingerprints tattooed into his pale skin. She smiled lazily, brazen and bold, as he blinked at her in amazement. Nothing more was said. There was no point in sweet nothings or platitudes. Neither would mean them; she’d rather spend that time doing anything else, like plucking the hair from her underarms one by one. Richy seemed to feel the same as he cleared his throat and shifted her weight a little, wincing in discomfort as he softened inside her.

The aftermath was funny, as she usually found it as they hastily redressed and adjusted themselves as best they could. Her skin felt flayed and too hot each time she moved, and her jacket irritated her sore back. Every part of her ached in some way, and it kept her smiling as Richy explained what he planned to do. He wanted to release Hannah and then stage his death by burning all the evidence he had moved into the mine. She agreed with his plan, except for one detail, and Richy’s sadistic grin when she proposed her changes made pride flare in her ruined heart.

“Let’s untie Hannah, but we won’t let her out. She killed someone and covered it up. She has to earn her life. Give her a taste of death before she gets her freedom.”

“She may get more than a taste,” Richy murmured.

Aylin shrugged, “Then that’s what she deserves… Come on. We best get moving.”

Richy left her with multiple gasoline containers while he went to untie a drugged Hannah, who had woken due to the noise they’d been making. Fractured rainbows sparkled on the dusty mine floor as she laid her trail of destruction. Richy soon joined her, and they moved swiftly as Hannah could be heard weeping, her sluggish footsteps ran away from them as the cloying scent of gasoline saturated the air. Richy had chosen a different exit, both agreed it would be the rankest stupidity to use the one they entered through. They ascended the rickety ladder. She stopped halfway up; Richy rushed the rest of the way up to shove the wooden board covering the exit aside as she took out a Zippo lighter, igniting its perfect flame before letting it fall into the gasoline pool.

Scrambling up the ladder as quickly as she could, she still cried out in shock as the shockwave of heat washed over her, the flammable liquid catching with a thunderous whoosh that deafened her as Richy hauled her out of the mine shaft and into the forest. Sirens blared in the distance, and they shared a look, knowing their “friends” had given up waiting for her to decide, and they must have called the police. Without a backward glance or thought of Hannah’s fate, they turned their backs on the magnificent sight of the fire spewing out of any crevice or hole it could find. Neither knew how far they’d get or how long they’d manage to stay free, but both were determined to have a marvelous time ruining everything until the day they were forced to stop.

Maybe she would end up killing him when he grew tiresome. Or he would get there first, and she would finally know what it felt like to die. Either way, she was determined to make the most of it as they bolted through the forest and ran as far as their feet would carry them. It was over. She had solved the case. It was a shame that only she knew it. At the very least, whatever became of them would be worthy of a true crime documentary. And that was all she had ever wanted from life.

Very unsure of this. I hope it was fun for anyone reading! I wanted a challenge, lol. Don’t tell me if you hate it 🤭❤️

Part Two: Kiss With a Fist

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strangealienranchgoop · 1 year

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In the beginning:

[Imagine being stranded on a desert island what would you want to have the most?]

Jake to MC: my computer

At the end:

[Imagine being stranded on a desert island what would you want to have the most?]

Jake to MC: You

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lyon-amore · 1 year

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⚠️I swear to God that if this happens in the side story, I cross the screen and break his nose(?)⚠️

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood thomas #duskwood chatbot #duskwood spoiler #spoiler

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angie-01040 · 1 year

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To think I HUNG UP on Jake's first video call in episode 1... I didn't know him and I panicked with the video call and I was like Yeah... NO...! Thank God I needed to accept the call again to continue lol...

And yes, 10 episodes later here I am desperately waiting for another video call, please, just a normal call?, please, please, please, a simple text?, please, please🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

#MY HUSBAND WAS CALLING ME AND I HUNG UP #SPOILER: HE NEVER DID IT AGAIN #STILL WAITING #DON'T BE AFRAID #story time hehe #🥹🥹🥹#everbyte duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood #duskwood jake

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jesterkilljoy · 3 days

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#duskwood #duskwood spoilers #dan duskwood #dan anderson #thomas duskwood #thomas miller #duskwood episode 10

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witchwitha-b · 2 years

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⛔ Spoiler for the last episode ⛔ Another part of some Duskwood Memes! I hope you like them and I want to thank @lyon-amore once more for the support and the follow but I also want to thank my other followers that enjoy my posts and gave me a really amazing welcome to the Fandom. I would've never thought that so many people like my content and it makes me really happy and it inspires me to make more. So a huge thank you to all of you! I hope you have an amazing day<3

#dan duskwood #duskwood #duskwood richy #jake duskwood #jake x mc #jessy duskwood #lilly duskwood #mc duskwood #thomas duskwood #cleo duskwood #duskwood memes #phil duskwood #duskwood spoilers #beware

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zmayadw · 2 years

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Promise Of A Fool In Love

▫️ Duskwood Oneshot ▫️

‼️ CONTAINS EPISODE 10 SPOILERS ‼️

Characters: Jake / GN!MC / Alan Bloomgate

Words: 2694

Warnings: Beside containing ep 10 spoilers, some swearing and I believe nothing else, but as usual, if you stumble upon something, please let me know 😊

A/N: Ok, I'm sorry, but I just cannot come to terms with not knowing 100% what happened to our beloved hacker at the end, so here I am! 😁

Oh, and this is the first time I am writing a GN!MC, so please, if you see any mistakes concerning that, do let me know so I can correct it :) Also, thank you @yuvon-augold79 for your advice and help!

A/N2: Ok, please, I beg you, as you read this, just don't go searching too much credibility for the mine events part, this is just fiction/fanfiction after all, and I just wanted to give me some concrete closure, be it possible or not. Thank you in advance! Hope you will like it! 💚

Jake: If I could deactivate the fake stream and transmit the cameras' real images instead

Then that way we might be able to find Hannah and Richy.

Jake press send on his chat with Mc focusing quickly back on the comptuer in front of him. He already spent way too much time in this room but if he succeeds doing it, the chance for him finding Hannah and Richy grow exponentially.

MC: Oh, you haven't heard yet

Alan just escorted Hannah out of the mine

„What!?“ he blurts out not believing his eyes and grabs his phone.

Jake: Hannah is safe?

MC: Yes :)

Closing his eyes for a moment, he takes a deep breath and exhales relieved that Hannah is finally safe. But she wasn't the only one they needed to find.

Jake: But what about Richy?

MC: Alan will find him

Jake: All right.

I must leave this mine immediately.

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Reluctantly, he peels his eyes from his phone screen and tucks it to his pocket. It was time to get the hell out of this place. And fast.

Unfortunately, that is not going to be an easy task.

With no knowledge in what part of the mine Michael might be exactly, the map of the mine on his phone being of no use and the hatch at the Grimrock locked, it's going to be extremely hard to leave this place.

Not to mentione that most likely all the known exits are probably guarded with cops, or the FBI agents, it's going to take a miracle for him to leave this place unnoticeable.

But that's not going to stop him from trying. He made a promise to Mc, and there was nothing that's going to stop him from keeping that promise. Especially not now when he finally managed the courage to confess his feelings to them.

It's been so long since the last time he felt like this – since he felt so alive. With everything that happened to him, he forgot how good that feeling was, how everything gets a different meaning when you have something to look forward to. Or rather to say someone.

And it is amazing how fast one can get used back to that feeling again, especially with the right person. So damn right he will do everything he can to get out of here alive.

But first thing first – he needs to get back to the higher level, it will definitely be more probable to find a way out from there. And even if it was a big risk, he should try to use the same ladders he took to get down here. Finding a new set of ladders blindly might take him way too much time.

Reaching the ladders, he carefully starts climbing. He tries to focus his hearing for any signs of movement, but the sound of his own heart beating uncontrollably made it hard for him.

While climbing, he remembers he saw a side tunnel not that far down from the beggining of the shaft. He should try using it rather than going back all the way up and risk getting caught immediately.

When he reached the side tunnel, he carefully takes his phone out from his pocket, holding the ladders tightly with his other hand. He turns the flashligh on and points it at the tunnel.

The side tunnel was definitely used in the past – there were still wires with the lights on each side of it, and that kinda gave him some hope that this tunnel could maybe take him to some other useful part of the mine. Hopefully.

There was only one way to find out.

Not even a few steps in, he had to get into an uncomfortable half-crouching position to continue through it, slowing him down. He just hoped it won't take him long to reach the end of it – this place was very unstable, it was hard to keep the thought of this tunnel collapsing out of his head.

Luckily, he soon found himself reaching the end of it, ending up in what looked like another main tunnel. Streching a bit, he notice that the lights on the wall in this part of the tunnel are working, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. But what he did know was that he needs to keep moving.

The tunnel had only two options – either take left or right – and if he calculated correctly by the position of the shaft and the side tunnel, it would be better to continue on the left and make some distance from the Grimrock entrance.

The eerie silence of the tunnel was not helping in making him any less jittery, and the sudden thought how he told Mc earlier about the catastrophe that happened here all those years ago, and allegedly 'calls of the deceased workers' still being heard echoing through the mine makes his skin crawl.

Get a grip, Jake, and focus! he scolds himself and shakes his head with a low chuckle, focusing back on the path in front of him. He knew better than to believe in some old ghost stories, but he couldn't deny the fact that this place was definitely creepy.

„Oh, fuck!“ he curse outloud after a while, coming to a dead end. The semi circular room he reached was blocked at the other end, and after a bit more thorough examination, he had no other option but to retrace his steps.

A sudden loud boom of an explosion cuts through the eerie silence of the mine.

„What the...“ his eyes turn wide, both from fear and unexpectedness of it. What the hell was happening? He better ask Mc what is going on, and make sure everyone is fine.

But the moment his hand went for his pocket, the whole place started vibrating, immediately followed by a violent shaking, and he barely managed to keep himself from losing his footing.

The walls around him began to crumble, and he had just enough time for the thought how, after everything, his promise to Mc might end unfulfilled. And that thought pained him extremely.

Then everything went dark.

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His eyelids fly open and he gasps for air, instantly followed by the rapid coughing attack. His mouth were full of dust and he definitely didn't want to swallow any of it.

When his cough subsided and his eyes adjusted to his surrounding, he tries to sit up and immediately wince in pain clutching his shoulder. He had no idea if his shoulder was dislocated or just extremely bruised, but the pain in it was strong. He desperately needed his backpack.

Being on a run for all these years at least thaught him one thing – always keep some essentials in you backpack. So knowing that he had some strong painkillers and a bottle of water in it relieved him a bit.

Pushing some rocks and debris of off his legs, he was able to move more easily. Slowly, but not withouth some more painful wincing, he manages to take the backpack off his back.

Thankfully, the water bottle survived and he immediately takes two painkillers with as little water possible. He had absolutely no idea how long he might be here, so being cautious with his water consumption would be a smart move.

Allowing himself a moment, he close his eyes and leans on the wall waiting for the painkillers to do their magic. He was aware they won't help completely, his shoulder was pretty beaten up, but it was better than nothing. And he couldn't actually believe how extremely lucky he was to come out of this with only a beaten up shoulder and some negligible cuts. It really is a miracle he is still alive and kicking. Well, not kicking maybe, but close.

Few minutes later, he reach for his pocket only to take out his completely borken phone. He snorts at the sight of it - he was already lucky enough as it is, so something was bound to go against him.

Taking the flashlight from his backpack, he push himself against to wall to stand up. This place was now even more unstable than before, and he definitely didn't want to stick around here more than it was necessary. Turning the flashligh on, he start to inspect the place.

His hope in finding a way out of here soon began to fade the more he looked around - no matter what side he turned to, everything was completely blocked. But when he turned his gaze up, his heart jolted with excitement.

The collapse revealed a hole in the ceiling of the wall, or he just didn't had a chance to notice it before, but that was irrelevant now.

Upon taking a closer look at it, he saw that there were some kind of a wooden boards, placed conveniently to resemble a ladder, and surpisingly looked pretty sturdy, too.

Now, he only had to figure out how to climb up there, and fast - the pain killers did start to work and his pain bacame much more bearable, but he was positive that won't last for very long.

With again some unknown luck on his side, there was just about enough stones and debris laying under the hole already, so it didn't take him too long to add some more and make sure it is safe enough for him to climb it and reach the boards.

Collecting his stuff, he slowly starts up the pile and peeks head first into the hole. Straightening up, he see that the first board is at the level of his hips, wich made it much easier for him to start climbing considering his shoulder injury.

Carefully making his way up, the thought that his climb will soon end in another dead end scared him. And that was exactly what happened.

Screaming out every possible curse that he could think of didn't really help in changing his sittuation, but what else was he suppose to do.

And when the place once again rapidly began to shake, there was notthing else for him to do but to laugh "I guess my luck finally ran out."

The pieces of the wall crumbling and hitting him gradually became larger and larger, one of those hitting at his injured shoulder almost making him loos his grip of the boards. Not that it would matter anyway, because if the shaking doesn't stop he is screwed either way.

Unfortunately, the shaking just intensified, but that was actually a good thing - because in that moment another hole opened up above him, and without giving it much though, he rush towards it, and soon fills his lungs with a breath of fresh air.

Hastily, he pulls himself out taking a few steps away from the hole just to be on the safe side before collapsing to the ground.

Turning on his back he tries to calm his rapid breaths, and finally, as he gaze at the starry sky above him, it hits him that he made it out alive and kicking.

Not a second later, he again begins to laugh, a bit hysterically this time, not noticing that the tears started rolling down his face "Piece of cake."

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TWO MONTHS LATER

„Hello, Mc.“ Chief Alan Bloomgate answers his phone without bothering to check at the caller's ID. He knew who it was the moment his phone started to ring - they've been calling every day, at the exact same time in the evening for the last two months, inquiring the same thing. And each time his heart sank lower for giving them the same damn answer.

They might had a shaky begining, but he grew more fond of them with each passing day. Not to mention, that he did feel bad for not believing them from the start of this whole thing with Miss. Donfort, but what's done is done, he can't change any of that.

And nothing of that can change the fact that he had no new information to tell them. Not yesterday, not today, and probably not tomorrow.

He takes a deep breath „You know, Mc, maybe you should head back home for a while, hmh? I understand, you want to be here in case something changes, and I know you think you're doing what is best, but you're just torturing yourself like this.“

He couldn't bring hiself to say exactly what he meant, but he knew Mc were smart, and they perfectly understood the hidden meaning behind his words.

It's been two months, and with the rainy season that started in Duskwood, it would take them forever to safely check every part of the mine that collapsed. And lets be honest here, how long can one survive in such harsh conditions after all.

„Thank you for your concern, Alan, but I think I'll just stick around for now.“

Ofcourse they will, he already knew that was the answer he will recieve from them. And honestly, he couldn't blame them, he would probably be the same if the roles were reversed. He himself knew very well how difficult it was to give up on something. Even harder on someone.

„Very well, Mc. 'Till tomorrow, then.“

At the other side of Duskwood, Mc desperately lowers their phone on the bed after the call with Chief Alan. It's been three weeks since they arrived here and made Mrs. Walter's motel their temporary home.

They knew Alan was right, but how could they just leave!? No, that is out of the question! The chances might be close to zero, but until there are some firm evidence, they are staying right where they are.

They grab back their phone and opet the chat with Jessy - some distractions would do them good, and they were positive Jessy would feel the same.

Just as they were about to start typing, the screen of the phone turns completely black. "What the hell!?!" they protest, pushing nervously on the side button in hope to make the phone working again.

Suddenly, the screen flashes and a familiar symbol appears on it.

They stare in awe at the Nymos eye floating on their phone screen, grabbing the phone tighter with shaky hands as the loud sound of their heart frantically beating echoes in their ears.

The screen flash once again and Nymos eye disappears, but there was now a pointer flashig and the letters begin to appear on the screen.

I apologise for my lateness

But it is as I promised you

We shall see each other in Duskwood

They waited nervously for another message to come on, but the screen stayed unaltered. Frustrated, they groan out loud "Arghh, what's that suppose to mean!?"

A few seconds later, all the previous messages disappear and another one starts forming.

Knock, knock, Mc :)

They watch even more confused than before as the screen gets back to normal as if nothing happened. But when a knock came at the doors of their motel room, in a flash they cross the distance to it and open them abruptly.

With one hand on the door, and placing the other defiantly on the hip, they glare at the young black-haired man in front of them "You're late!"

The young man nods his head respectfully "My apologies, again. But there were some...inconviniencess I had to take care of first."

Mc raise their eyebrow "Inconviniences you say. All right. And is that over and done now?

"It is." the young man shortly comments.

"Good." Mc replies. "So, what now?"

"Now" the black-haired starts taking a step closer to them, his eyes flashing with a devilish glow "I will ask you one last time."

His closeness made their skin crawl with goosebumps, and his eyes were so hypnotizing, it was hard for them to concentrate. Swallowing hard, they manage to find their voice "Ask me what?"

The young man smiles "Do you still want to be with me?"

Mc smiles back and close the remaining distance between them, wrapping their arms around his neck. Before their lips finally met, they softly whisper "Always."

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