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gosmigenergy · 6 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Twenty Five

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

LEATHER/RUBBER/LATEX / DADDY/MUMMY DOM / GUNS/KNIVES

Summary: Benny is sent a request on Only Fans but he needs a second opinion before he says yes.

Day Twenty Five of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, sex on camera, role play, suggested non-consensual sex but it is consensual, gloves, degrading terminology, fake knife play, fingering, breeding if you squint, P in V, unprotected sex, cream pie, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 3.1k

Benny had something on his mind.

He’d taken you out for another lunch at the athlete’s kitchen and you order the Benny Bagel to finally try. He was on his usual form except in some of the quiet moments, rather than filling the silence with his voice, he let the atmosphere settle.

“You ok, babe?”

He blinked as you dragged him away from his thought.

“Yeah,” he smiles before his brows knot, “why d’you ask?”

You shrug, “You just seem a little distracted.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“Well, you didn’t fill that previous silence with either conversation or touching and that’s kinda weird.”

“Sorry, Bunny,” he squeezes the arm he has wrapped around you, kissing your head.

Putting down your drink, you sit closer to him even though you were practically on his lap. Your palm runs over his thigh and you smile, coaxing him to talk.

“I got a request from someone.”

“It’s not like you to mull something like that over.”

“It’s not totally undoable,” he scoffs. “Actually, I quite like the idea of it but it’s specific… and requires you.”

Part of you wondered when he’d ask you again, the thought of another filmed session was exciting. He said that your debut made a good impression, he has had a few people ask if you were coming back but he wanted something interesting.

This peaked his interest.

“Can I take the look?”

He plucked his phone from his pocket, “Sure.”

After clicking on the message, he handed it over and your expression scrunched as you read through the words. You bite your lip as you focus on the finer details of the request, it sounded inviting but also, you’d cross some boundaries.

You hum, passing him the phone, “It is specific.”

“What do you think?” He keeps his tone low, head inches away from yours. “Past the pretending to break and enter?”

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t been tied up before and I like the feel of leather. I’m assuming you’d use a fake knife?”

He nods, he’d never risk a real one even if you asked him. Yet the factors you mentioned weren’t the ones he was worried about. You knew what it was, none of the boys had ever done it to you and you’d never understood why people got a thrill out of it but you weren’t one to judge.

“It’s just the—“

“I know,” he said. “I’m not keen on it either.”

You entwine your fingers into the hand on your shoulder and he turned to you smiling weakly, he wanted to do it yet he couldn’t get out of his own head.

“How about we workshop some lines?”

He chuckles, “I’m not gonna remember lines.”

“I just mean, maybe we could come up with terms that don’t sound so…”

“Horrible.”

“I was going to say harsh but that works too.”

The weight lifts from his shoulders and his body sinks further into the couch you both claimed when you walked in.

“So, we doing this?”

“Yes, Benny, we’re doing this.”

He squeezed you tighter, kissing you over and over until you protested, a couple of eyes glancing over to your table. His heart was swelling, he dreaded that your answer would be no, the price was the highest he’d been offered and he didn’t intend on spending it on himself.

“Get a room you two!” Ozzie called from the counter.

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Tonight was the night.

The pair of you had gone over everything in as much detail as you could. You had come up with some terms you didn’t mind him saying, went through the staging, where the camera would be, how to move without getting your head in the shot. He tested the fake knife against your skin and got you passed the giggling stage, got you accustom to the zip ties around your wrist, it had been a fair few days of planning and practicing.

“Is this cute enough?”

You come into his office, playing with the straps of the bra you were wearing. He spins round in his chair, eyebrows lifting as he looked you up and down. He wanted you to wear a cute sleep set, just a cropped t-shirt and shorts would have suited but this was much better.

You wore a bra and short combo made with a single layer of mesh, decorated with ruffle edging, everything was on show including your nipple piercings.

“Where have you been hiding that?”

Sure, it had been in your underwear draw for a while but you had been waiting for just the right time to wear it.

He opened up his arms, scooting his chair towards you and you step over to meet him. His arms wrap round you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressing against the exposed skin.

“You look phenomenal,” his words muffled.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “Thank you.”

Lifting his head up, he kisses you on the cheek and then the lips, breathing you in as he pressing you closer. His hands roam your frame, trailing your back and skimming your ass before he grabs them by the handful.

You break your lips apart.

“Save it for later, Miller.”

He groans as he lets you go, falling to the back of his chair.

You spend a casual evening together, almost acting like a normal couple if it wasn’t for the fact you were waiting in anticipation of the performance. Benny was looking at something online when you decided you’d head to bed, setting the plan in motion.

“I’m going to bed,” you run your palms down his chest.

“Alright, Bunny.”

He rubbed the back of your hand before squeezing it three times. You tap his chest three times, kissing him gently on the side of his head as you walked away. Turning slightly in his chair, he gave you one last smile.

It had been a couple of hours when he came to check on you.

You lay on the bed, side lamp on, looking so peaceful that it was a shame he had to disturb you. He switch on the lights to a soft glow and glanced at the window, open a crack just like you both discussed. With everything in order, he turned the camera on and pressed to start recording, slipping out the room without a sound.

At the back door, he pulled on a ski mask and leather gloves, the fake knife and zip ties tucked into an easy to reach pocket.

He let the surrounding neighbours know he was filming something, just incase they got suspicious at the ‘bugler’ sneaking round the back of the property. The skills he had built from the military meant this was easy, oiling up the edges of the window allowed it to move smoothly when he tucked his fingers under the frame.

Making a gap big enough to fit through, he swung one leg in, contorting to get the rest of his body through. He double checked you were still asleep before dropping the window back down. Hand in his pocket, he pulls out a zip tie between his fingers and slowly approaches the bed. He place a knee on the mattress then the over, getting as close to you as possible without disturbing you.

His movements are quick.

He carefully wraps his hand around your neck before taking your weight and lifting you up so you’re sat up. You wake up, dazed and confused, genuinely trying to fit against him as he grabs your wrist, you come to your senses.

You loosen your arms and allow him to tie them up, wiggling your muscles as if you’re struggling to escape him.

“What… what’s going on, oh my god, he—“

Before you have a chance to scream, he covers your mouth with his gloved hand, his grip firm but the fabric cushioning his hold. You keep moving, pushing your ass into his crotch and arching your back to exaggerate your breasts. He pulls you to his chest, his right hand slipping into his pocket for the fake knife.

“Stop struggling…”

He pressed the point underneath your jaw, tilting your head back to accentuate your neck.

“I’ll make this quick if you do.”

You give a couple more writhes before settling down, your chest still rising and falling heavy enough for the camera to pick up. Even though you’d sort of rehearsed this, it felt a touch more real in the present moment.

“That’s it,” he sighs, it’s distinguishably Benny.

You reach to him, grasping where you can and squeeze him three times. He needed to know you were ok, that you wanted to continue and that was his sign, he carried on the charade. Shuffling nearer, he pushed his growing bulge into your hand before he slowly began to drag the rubber blade down your neck.

“There’s no use screaming for your boyfriend, he won’t come, I made sure of that.”

You whimper as his spreads the blade along your chest.

He hasn’t even touched them but he glances to your tits and already sees your nipples going pert, you hear him smile at how reactive you are. Flipping the blade back to the point, he travels down the valley of your breast, catching the fabric of your bra.

“I’ve seen how you are with him…”

His breath teases down your neck as he moves his mouth to your ear.

“Such a fucking slut for him, aren’t you?”

You cry into his hand as he glides the fake knife over your stomach, plucking the elastic of your shorts before running over your mound. You shiver as the point grazes over your clit and he tosses it aside.

The desire pools in your belly, trickling between your thighs.

“And what about for me?”

Shaking your head, the mic can just catch the objection coming from your lips.

“Don’t be like that,” he tuts, moving both of your bodies so the lower half of your face was closer to the camera. “Show the camera what a good little whore you can be.”

He loosens his hand around your mouth, coiling it underneath your jaw, his index and and middle fingertip brushing your lips.

“No,” you struggle to speak, “no, please.”

With his free hand, he pulls your hair and you relax jaw as he slips the two fingers in. You flatten your tongue and your saliva slicks up the glove, the taste not as good as how it feels on your skin. Your lips fall around his digits as he pumps into your mouth.

“Look at you,” he coos.

He pushes his fingers to the back of your throat so you gag, spit seeping out. Opening your mouth wide, you brought your tongue out, panting as he glided his fingers over it. The drool ran down your chin.

“What a fucking mess you are.”

His cock twitched as your fingertips teased his zipper.

He knocks his hips into and you jolt forward, screaming. Bringing his lips to your ear, you feel the laugh vibrate through his chest.

“You’re desperate for my dick, aren’t you? You little slut…”

He rams his fingers into your mouth so you can’t answer, thrusting his hips again.

“I’m going to fill that pussy of yours with my cum so your boyfriend knows what are dirty fucking whore you are.”

You give a muffled cry, grunting as he drive his digits into your mouth harder, faster. Straightening you up, he moves back to get your body in focus, head tilted back to protect your face. Using his legs, he spreads yours, unveiling you to the camera. You continue to challenge him but your movement is restricted.

With a free hand, he palms you roughly. He starts with your breast, squeezing them until they burst over the cup and he catches them in his hand, pinching your nipple as you keen to his touch.

And though you’re enjoying it, you still pretend to cry and mewl, pining for Benny.

He flattens his hand to the bottom of your ribcage, dragging down your stomach, the glove now warm from his heat. His fingertip tuck underneath the elastic and he notches your hips forward for the camera.

There’s no teasing, no rubbing your folds or clit, he releases your mouth.

“Don’t, please stop!”

He plunges two fingers and you cry out, attempting to pull back but you can’t.

He shushes you as you carry on pleading, “But look how wet you are, you fucking dying for me use you.”

As you go to scream again, he shoves his fingers back in your mouth and you groan. He works his fingers in tandem, pulling them out of you mouth as he pushes them into your weeping pussy. The tension in your body lifts and you relax against his shoulder.

The room only fills with noises of you, switching from your muffled sobs to the squelch of your juices as the leather strokes your inner walls roughly.

His breaths are heavy in your ear, a slight friction in the material of his ski mask as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Behind your back, your fingers flex as you reach to cup his bulge in your hands. He knew you wanted it but he wanted just a bit more time winding you up, he needed you wet for when he shoved his cock in you and humped you like a dog in heat.

He pushed his fingers through your folds five more times before pulling out. You whine at the emptiness though you weren’t supposed to.

“Wait till your boyfriend hears about that.”

Bringing his fingers to his eye line, he inspects the glove as your arousal glistens on the material. Touching them to his lips, he slips the digits into his mouth, his tongue twisting to get every drop. He moans, savouring the tang on his tastebuds before he drags his fingers out with an audible pop.

“You taste so nice for someone so filthy.”

He removes the fingers from your mouth.

“Fuck you.”

He delivers a toothy grin, “Oh, I’m sure you will.”

Coiling his hand around your throat, you hear him undo his pants, feel his hips lift as he tugs them down. He hooks a thumb over his boxers and his cock lands in your hands, the length following the curve of your ass.

“No, no!” You choke as he presses his fingers and thumb into your neck.

He lifts himself up onto his knees, his hand holding onto his cock as he slips through your short leg. His tip parts your folds before he thrusts into you to the hilt and you mewl, no longer able to fight him, your legs pinned down.

“Just like he says, you feel so fucking good.”

“Can’t say the same about you.”

He shakes his head, pretending he’s pissed as he drags his cock back. You gasp when he snaps his hips and pushes his length through your pulsing walls.

“Not complaining now, are you? Such a good slut.”

With those words, he goes full pelt. His movements ferocious, the slap of your bodies hitting each other filling your ears as you cry and grunt at the impact. He’s growling, teeth gritted as his green eyes flash to the camera before they come to you.

He’s hitting just the right spot, his radiating tip nudging over and over. The more you took, the less words that fell from your lips as you struggled to get air in your lungs. His cocked jerk as your walls tightened around him.

“I think you’re ready for my cum.”

“No, you can’t,” you writhe.

Somehow, the motion only makes the warmth of desire spread, rising up and taking hold of your chest.

“Oh, don’t you want me to fill you, breed you so he knows you’re mine now?”

His words cause you to shiver, your legs beginning to vibrate as he repeated plows into your leaking cunt. In the thick of it all, you manage to catch each other’s eyes, your lids heavy, covering your glassy eyes. His cock twitched as your walls clench around him and a strangled cry escapes you.

He thrusts into you a couple times before he finds his release.

“Yes.”

He snarls as he holds his pulsating cock coats the inside of your pussy. Your eyes flutter shut, the spots encroaching your vision, the goosebumps raising on the surface of your body.

With your inner walls still moving, you push his cock out and his cum flowed out, a burble as it leaked to the covers. He pressed his lips to yours, your mouth opening up, allowing his tongue to slip in.

Unhurriedly, the pair of you kiss before you parted.

Benny immediately reached for the camera and stopped the recording. Your body slumped forward, legs shaking as a steady aftershock rolled through your hips. He kissed your shoulder then your back before he clambered off the bed, yanking the ski mask and gloves off.

“Hold on.”

You heard a draw open not too far away and felt his weight shift over the mattress, the snap as he cut the zip tie. He massaged the lines that had buried into your skin before easing you up, moving you around so he could embrace you. Your arms softly wrap around his frame, palms flat against his back and your head drops to his chest, breathing him in. He tucked you underneath his jaw.

Somewhere you’d heard that if someone hugs you and you return the favour, you have to wait for them to let go first because you never know how much time they need. You’ll hold on as long as he needs.

After a while, he finally speaks.

“You know I didn’t mean those words I said,” he voice broke.

You rubbed his back, “I know.”

“And I’d never treat you like that.”

You nod, pressing your ears against his chest as his heartbeat steadied.

“Love you, darlin'.”

He feels you smile, his tongue slipped again.

“Love you too.”

He decided not to edit tonight, after cleaning you up, he uploaded the footage from the memory card and shut his computer down. Coming back to the room, he found you nestled in the bed, sleepy eyed as you gaze up at him from the pillow with a soft smile. He moved the lights out of the way before getting under the covers to join you.

You shuffle towards him, snuggling to his open chest and he hooks an arm round you, pining you to his body. You drape an arm, hand spread over the defined muscles of his stomach and curl a leg over his. He stroked your shoulder, ducking down to kiss the crown of your head as he heard you sigh.

Now he had to wrack his brain on what to spend the money on, on what the hell he would get you?

#kinktober 2023 #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #kinktober #benny my sweet boy i've missed you

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sirianasims · 2 months

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A few days later I made my way to GeekCon, feeling excited.

For one weekend every summer, the famous Casbah Gallery was completely transformed and filled with cosplayers, merch stalls, and a plethora of geeks.

I had never been able to attend in person, Copperdale was too far away, and the online pass just wasn’t the same.

The gallery shop, normally selling tickets and art prints, was now filled with comics and collectibles, snacks and toys. It was honestly a little overwhelming.

I decided to start from the beginning and looked at the MySims display. I had quite a few already, but I really wanted Violet. She was a little expensive though.

I went through my budget in my head and decided that she would be my reward when I hit 50,000 subscribers. Then I moved on to the Voidcritters.

Everyone knew Voidcritters, but it always felt a bit too much like a children’s game for me. Still, I did occasionally stream myself playing video games, and it might be nice to throw in something more casual – although few Voidcritter fans had anything resembling a casual relationship with the game.

Either way, it could get me some new viewers.

My train of thought was derailed by a guy next to me clearing his throat.

“Hi… uh, are you Jules? From DesignedByJules?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I knew I recognised you! Sorry, I’m Marten, I’ve followed you for years -“

He stopped abruptly.

“OK, it sounds super creepy when I say it like that, but I do follow your channel. Do you play Voidcritters? I’ve never seen it on your streams.”

“I’m considering it.”

His eyes lit up.

“Who are you gonna main? Please don’t say Vulpes, newbies always pick Vulpes just because it’s one of the main characters.”

“Actually, I…”

“You should go for the Earth types, everyone thinks Void is special but Earth is actually stronger if you know what you’re doing.”

“Actually, I was considering Wind. I kinda like Meduso.”

Marten wrinkled his nose.

“Wind is kinda finicky though. If you’re starting with a Common critter, you should try Nymphaea.”

He gestured to one of the decals on the wall.

“If Nymphaeas are in danger, they produce these fungal spores that invade animal hosts so they can propagate the species in a safer environment. In episode 19 there was a bunch of Nymphaea that took over a flower shop and started reproducing like crazy and Leif had to free his friends from their hypnotising pollen and relocate them to a remote nature preserve – the Nymphaea, that is, not his friends.”

“I see.”

I started moving through the shop and Marten followed, still talking at breakneck speeds as if determined to impress me. It was actually a little adorable.

“And you know how Vulpes is based on a fox and Suintor is a pig and such? Some of the fans actually believe that Nymphaeas are based on a real thing.”

“Except water lilies usually don’t have hypnotising pollen.”

“No, but what if something did? I saw this discussion on one of the fan forums once where someone claimed to have heard that there was a rare flower on Sixam that did something like that.”

“It sounds a little farfetched to me. I mean, most super powers are just made up, right?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I guess we’ll never know where they got the idea from, none of the original creators of the show are still alive and there has been no communication with Sixam for decades. Maybe Sixam was never even real. They could have faked it all.”

I thought of the old pictures of a little blue boy in grandpa Eric’s house.

“No, Sixam is definitely real. My great-grandma went there.”

Marten didn’t seem convinced but dropped the subject.

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen5 #julia duchelli #marten rouse

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the-himawari · 9 months

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A3! Nanao Taichi - Translation [SR] Purple Fiancée (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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*door opens*

Taichi: Do you have a minute, Azuma-san?

Azuma: My, it’s puppy-kun.

Taichi: Ah, Yuki-chan’s here too.

Yuki: Azu-nee let me try out the skin care products he bought.

Taichi: Ooh, gotcha. I’ll come back again in that case!

Yuki: No, it’s fine. We were just chatting.

Azuma: Did you need something from me, puppy-kun?

Taichi: So the thing is, the role I’m gonna play in Autumn troupe’s next play is Olivia who’s a mature and sexy woman. I came here since I thought it’d be nice if you could give me some acting advice or other tips.

Azuma: I see. Well, I do know someone among my acquaintances who’s mature and sexy just like you’re looking for… I think I could offer you some tips on how to act. If you’re alright with me, I’ll teach you.

Yuki: Perfect timing. I’ll help out too. I was just thinking I’d like to make a sexy costume.

Taichi: Are you sure! Thanks, you two! I’ll do my best. I’m counting on you!

-pause-

Taichi: (It's been a few days since I first got their advice, but thanks to Azuma-san's gentle guidance and Yuki-chan’s slightly strict coaching…) (I think I'm gradually getting better at acting mature and sexy!) (I wonder what they’re gonna teach me today? Hehe, I’m actually kinda excited~.)

-pause-

Taichi: Thanks for waiting!

Yuki: He’s finally here.

Azuma: We’re ready over here.

Taichi: Woah, you’ve placed so many shoes out! What are we doin’ today?

Yuki: I’m thinking of giving Olivia boots with heels for her outfit.

Taichi: Heels! That sounds mature and sexy alright!

Yuki: Doesn’t it? While ease of movement is important, I also want to consider how it looks. So, I’d like to test out how high we can make your heels.

Taichi: I see…!

Yuki: By the way, Azu-nee prepared all theses shoes for us. Thanks, Azu-nee.

Taichi: That’s Azuma-san for you…! I appreciate it!

Azuma: Fufu, you’re very welcome. I’m glad to help.

Yuki: Now then, try putting on the shoes with the shortest heels first.

Azuma: We’ll start from 1cm.

Taichi: You got it.

Yuki: Also, walk like you did during “Last Runway”.

*walks*

Taichi: Like this? This one’s a piece of cake!

Yuki: Ok. Wear the 2cm heels next.

*walks*

Taichi: Like this, right? This one’s no sweat either!

Azuma: Both his walk and posture look nice.

Yuki: Let’s keep going. These are up next.

-pause-

Yuki: Alright, next are the 6.5cm heels.

Taichi: Woah. These are pretty high… Here goes…

*wobbles*

Azuma: The way he stands is a bit unstable compared to the previous shoes.

Yuki: Strut your stuff.

*walks and wobbles*

Taichi: Oh god…!

Yuki: He started shaking after just a few steps.

Azuma: These might be tough, hm?

Taichi: I-I’m gonna do it! I can do it if I practice…! No matter how much it takes for Yuki-chan’s vision of Olivia’s costume…!

Yuki: We’re not going further than this. It’s not going to look good.

Taichi: No way…

Azuma: I know how you feel, but you'll be in trouble if you force yourself to wear them and get hurt.

Yuki: I’ll go with 5cm. Olivia’s boots will be easy to move in while also looking nice.

Azuma: I also think that height looks the most flattering when you stand and walk.

Taichi: …You think so?

Azuma: Your posture is going to deteriorate if it doesn’t suit you or if you’re not used to the height of the heel. I think this height is just right for you, puppy-kun.

Yuki: These fit the best for Taichi’s Olivia.

Taichi: I see… I agree. Thanks so much, you two! I'm gonna wear the 5cm heels to look more presentable, pretty, and feminine… I’m gonna do my best to practice how I move!

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covencupid · 1 year

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I Want You (The Cabin Story) : Chapter Two

Y'all I'm sorry for the delay! I rarely get a three-day weekend, so I was stoned and shlumped the whole time. Really, I do my best work (writing) while I'm supposed to actually be working (employment). I'm also realizing I maybe took too fat a rip before work. It's ok I work from home. :)

Danny's had his eye on you. He's been finding himself enjoying the times he interacts with you a little too much. He's got to get you out of his system. A little house call. Once that's done it'll be easier for him to go for the kill. Right?

Pairing: Danny Johnson X Fem!Reader. Use of gendered language.

TW/CW: The usual (stalking, manipulation, threats of violence, actual violence) gore, descriptions of torture, corpses, and murder. Psychological horror, child murder (imma need you to hold your judgement on this one, it's not what you think, but it's also not good), hallucinations, descriptions of visual hallucinations.

Tags will be updated as needed, but to be honest I kinda forgot what I put in this.

When I said you just kinda roll with being kidnapped, this is what I meant.

Your Place // The Cabin // The Woods

~I Want You~

~Chapter Two: The Cabin~

When you awoke you became aware of the restraints at your wrists and ankles at the same time that you noted that you were in a very different room. Your feet were bound at the ankles and your hands were tied behind your back. Your bed had turned into what was easily a California King. It felt like an island in the dimly lit room. A soft, dark green comforter made your awkward position a little more comfortable. You rolled over onto your side to survey the rest of the room. You could make out a dresser on the far wall with a mirror above it. To your left there was a writing desk stacked with books, journals and loose paper. There was a window to the left of the desk and on the other side of it, meeting the corner wall, was a low bookshelf near the bed. You could see a book that had been plucked from the shelf sitting on top next to a little figure of a rabbit, carved from wood. You tried to glean as much detail of the small sculpture as you could in the low light. You must've been looking so intently, so reverently that you hadn't noticed him come into the room until he spoke.

"You like that one huh?" Your head whipped around so fast you flopped on your back. The Ghostface creeped forward, giving a short little exhale through his nose as he picked up the rabbit carving. He turned to lean over you, wiggling the figure in your face. "Ya know, there's a story there, but it wouldn't play well with your little bunny sensibilities." You didn't have a chance to raise a question before he popped it on the nightstand and jumped into bed, causing you to wobble around a bit until he grabbed you by the waist to face him. He was leaning on his side, propped up by his elbow. "Well, how do you like the place?" He sounded excited and that made you very nervous.

"I- it's nice, it's a nice room. Where are we?" You wanted to be home. You wanted to be anywhere that assured your safety and into the lion's den is decidedly not so.

"We are in my cabin. Our little love shack, if you will."

You blinked at him. "What? When can I go home?"

Baby there is no “going home”, but you can think of this as one until your final home in the ground. “Where’s the fun in putting limits to our time here? Let’s just let this play out.” He booped your nose.

“Are you going to leave me tied up the whole time?” You wiggled around to emphasize your restraints.

“Come on, babe. Give me some credit, but I need to be sure you won’t run before I start being a gentleman.”

You begin to plead your case immediately. “I won’t run, I promise. I’ll stay here. I promise I won’t go anywhere you don’t tell me to, I swear. I’ll do what you want, please.” Being bound in front of him, you felt far more vulnerable than in his grasp. Being in his hand felt oddly reassuring. Being presented before him felt distant, like a specimen on a slab. You could feel the tears building up. You looked at him like he was the god of your tiny life, in a way he was. Looking at him like that, it imbued a sense of power into Danny that was so unlike the power he held right before snuffing out a life. You handed him a loaded gun.

The girl delivered her promises with more veneration than others had recited prayers at his feet before their final moments. Her eyes were wide with fear and maybe a little bit of hope. He’d love to see those pupils get blown out as he fucks into her. Watch as her gaze locks onto his, as she recites her pretty promises to him. He would untie her, but he can’t have her thinking she can just bat her eyelashes and tell him what he wants to hear for her to get her way. He reached his hand out to stroke her hair, his thumb reaching down to wipe tears on her cheek.

“Don’t feed me any promises you don’t plan to keep.” He gripped the back of her head shoved it back down onto the bed. “I’ll untie you.” He gave her shoulder a shove so that she was flat on her belly. He straddled her, sitting on her legs. One hand ran up and down the length of her arms while the other pulled the hunting knife from its sheath. “But not because you asked, though I’m still gonna hold you to your word.” He sliced through the ropes at her wrists like butter. Her arms sprung out to her side as a sigh escaped her lips. His mind danced back to those lips on his. His hand grazed her back as it made its way up her neck into her hair. His fingers spread out across her head in a way that must’ve felt nice to her because she let out a small moan she tried to hide in the mattress. I’ll have more of that in time.

His fingers tangled up in your hair made your skin prick up and sent little tingles up your spine. Before you could even express any gratitude towards your captor for freeing your wrists, white hot pain seared across your scalp as his fist yanked your head up by your hair. You felt the cool metal of his blade on your neck. His warm breath was in your ear.

“I untie you because I want to, I keep you alive because I want to. You are here at my pleasure and I will not hesitate to let my hand slip if you go back on the promises you swore to me.” His tone was as harsh as his grip. He jerked her head back a bit to punctuate his last remark, “Understood?” Your eyes tried to find him in your periphery.

“Yes, I understand. I Understand.” you gasped out. Satisfied, he pulled the knife back and let your face drop onto the mattress. You yelped and went to prop yourself up by your arms when you felt him tug you down to the foot of the bed. He was dragging you by the rope that bound your ankles. “Ow, hey!” You flipped over to face him, your expression miffed.

“Oh sorry, baby. I can leave these be if you prefer?” He tapped at the ropes playfully.

“What, no! You pulled me so hard, I’ll get friction burn.” He laughed, actually threw his head back and laughed.

“You know you’ve really got your priorities screwed up, but it works for me.” He slit the ropes off so fast. The speed of his movement unnerved you, but he was moving up the hand that held your leg before you could think. He was letting your newly freed legs spread enough to let him fit comfortably between you. He was hovering over you and looking down at you like starved dog would a juicy steak. “Sorry baby, let me apologize.”

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. You had gone from annoyed to flustered at breakneck speed. When your eyes locked with the black holes of the mask you felt your head go fuzzy and your veins run cold. You had always felt that you had some preternatural awareness for what people wanted from you. Yet, trapped underneath him, you still didn't know. You thought he wanted to hurt you, but his hand slowly trailing up your skin made you think otherwise. But he threatened you! You felt the sting of his grip on your head echoing in your memory. Could be that same hand making languid strides up your side. How can the same hand touch you so tenderly after such harsh treatment.

"I don't know what you want from me." You blurted the words out before you could stop yourself. He pulled back for a bit, his hand went up to stroke your cheek. It took everything within you not to lean into his incredibly warm touch. You hadn't even noticed when he took off his gloves. His hand dipped to gently hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I just wanna get to know you, have you get to know me." His tone was cheeky, like he was playing a game he didn't explain the rules for. "How can I get to know you when I don't even know what you look like, I don't even know your name just what everyone calls you."

He let out a little chuckle and bid you to continue "...and that is?" Saying it out loud felt like an entirely different hurdle. You couldn't, it would make it real. Too real, that you are trapped in a cabin with him somewhere you didn't even know. You swallowed when you felt his grip on your chin tighten. "Say it." He was firm. No room for arguments.

"Ghostface"

Danny was stalling. Though he did like hearing how the words came out a breathy whisper. He wants her to know his name, to say it over and over until it's the only word she knows. He was debating whether to gamble his luck with her. Letting her know these things shifted the power in to her hands. She could run, she could tell anyone she could all about him. What could she say? Realistically, where could she go? She'd wander the woods for miles before she'd ever encounter another person. She's not exactly a survivalist. She wouldn't last. She needs me to stay alive. He tried to weigh the risks rationally, but his growing lust for the soft creature he had caught in his trap made it all the more difficult. He could tell her his name. Not much that cops can do with "Danny." There it was again, the doe-eyed expression.

"My name is Danny. Good for you to know what you're gonna be screaming out later." She looked at him like he dropped a dead rat at her feet.

"What- I'm not- why would I?" Her features twisted into something resembling disgust but without the true repulsion behind it.

Hmm maybe I like it when you play dumb. He inched down so that the tip of her nose touched the mask. He wanted the barrier between them gone. He wanted to feel her skin on his, to lock eyes with her while he touched her and see her face change with pleasure. But if he takes it off it seals her fate, there will be no hope for her outside his grasp. If she knows his face, she can never leave this place. She could never leave him. She'd have to stay here, with him, or else she'd have to die. Can't have anyone knowing his identity. It's merciful, really. A good deed. Keeping the girl alive. She should be grateful. Feeling his resolve break, he tore off the mask. Seeing her clearly like this only solidified his plan.

"I can show you exactly what I mean." His lips crashed into hers. She can never leave.

He didn’t let you think, he never let you think. He just did as he wished, took you where he wanted to, held you how he wanted to. The taste of his mouth, almost bitter, like dark chocolate. It made your head swim. You already felt unsteady and now you are scrambling to hold on to anything to make you feel grounded. The only place you found that stability was against the chest of the man that held you in place. Your hands grabbed onto the soft fabric of his black hoodie. His hands were in your hair again, but this time holding you tenderly, gently weaving out his hands from your locks to avoid tangling. One hand reached down to your neck and gave it a light squeeze. You couldn’t help the little moan you made into his lips. It fueled him further. You felt his other hand reach down between your thighs. You closed tried to close them out of instinct, but you only tightened the grip your legs had on him. You pushed at his chest.

“No-wait.” You took a moment to catch your breath. Being able to actually get a look at him now you felt even more flustered. In a way, you can expected him to be ugly. A face worth hiding. Instead you found yourself avoiding those dark, sleepy eyes that felt like they saw right through you. He was handsome in a slightly rugged way. His hair was black and cropped shirt, but you could see the hints of a curl to his hair. He licked his lips. He wore an impish little smile. You could see a scar on his bottom lip and another splitting the end of one eyebrow. They looked old. He had light stubble about this jaw. You wondered what he would look like with a full beard. How it would be like to kiss him with it.

“You know I won’t tell anyone you put out on the first date. It’ll be our little secret.” He gave you a wink. You wanted to strangle him again.

Danny enjoyed every second he watched her struggling to form words. It was so easy to work her up.

“No that’s- I’m not- First of all I don’t.” She looked downright offended.

“Why not, I do.” Danny interjected. He savored how she blushed in response.

“Well congrats, but I’m not just going to let you fuck me when I don’t know the first thing about you other than that you are very wanted by police.”

Oh, she wants a connection first. How cute. “So I tell you my favorite color and then you let me see if it matches your panties?”

The girl huffed. “Nice try. Are you from here?”

Danny let out a hearty laugh. “Be a little less obvious with your detective work, babe. What do you want my mom’s maiden name too?” The girl gripped the hem of her shorts.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just-” tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “I mean fuck! Can you blame me for wanting to get to know the man that wants to fuck me?” The tears began to flow freely, at first slowly falling down her cheeks until they turned in small sobs. Fuck. This isn’t what Danny wanted. He wanted her screaming and crying, but from the sheer bliss of being fucked to stupidity, not from a lack of connection with her captor. Fix it, fucker. Danny scooted closer to her on the bed where she had shrunk into herself.

“Hey, hey. Baby, come here.” He pulled her into his lap and held her head close to his chest. He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear as he cooed into her ear. “Ya know this was my grandpa’s cabin first. My mom’s dad. She would bring me here in the summer to visit. He taught me about woodcarving the last summer I came to visit. I spent my summer learning how to carve out that little bunny.” And when I came home and showed my old man what I learned he told me he would show me “the only right way to carve a rabbit” and dragged me out into the woods. Just me and him, he had looked down at me and told me he was going to show me how to build a trap. When the scared little thing fell into one of my newly built traps he handed me his knife. He talked me through it. He didn’t like the sloppy job I did with the first one so he made me do it again “until I can see the confidence in your cut”. It was four in the morning until he was satisfied.

The girl sniffed. “Have you made others?”

“I never really picked it back up.” Always had something else to carve. She blinked at him and turned to look at the bunny carving on the nightstand.

“But it’s good! And you did that as a kid?” Danny reached over to pick up the bunny and pass it to her. Her eyes lit up. She turned it around in her hands as she admired his work.

“Yeah, heh. Not exactly a masterpiece-”

She cut him off, “What no! It’s really good, I know I couldn’t even do this as an adult.” She was smiling, it made his heart rise in his throat. He wanted to elicit more smiles from her. He wanted, more than for her to feel better, to be the reason she felt good. Holding her in his lap, he could smell her hair. A mix of cherry scented shampoo and her own scent. It was intoxicating. He want to breathe all of her in, to fall asleep with that sweet scent tucked under his chin.

“I could show you how. I think. I could show you the basics.” Her whole face lit up like Christmas.

“Really? To make a bunny?” He let out a small chuckle.

“A bunny for a bunny. We can start tomorrow.” She gave him a look. He couldn’t decipher it until she kissed him. It tasted sweeter than ever before.

Maybe this was the beginnings of insanity. You had to be losing it. You had always heard of instinct kicking in just in time for people to react in life threatening situations. You doubted the capabilities of your ancestors if your instinct was to kiss your captor. But you didn’t feel threatened, not anymore at least. Being in his arms was comforting. It unnerved you how easily you fell into them. How soothing you found his touch. It felt right. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. You reached back to place the bunny on the nightstand without breaking the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands held your waist. One hand went up into his hair. You were growing to like the taste of his mouth, maybe he smoked. Your legs spread at either side of his lap. As you leaned into the kiss you felt him react to your touch. He was getting hard. No doubt ready to continue what he had started. It felt so wrong before, but now? Even though you thought you were going against all logic, it just felt so right. Maybe you wanted him to go further. You felt his hand come up your sides. You wanted him to reach up your shirt. Instead, he got you by your shoulders and gently pushed you back.

“You should sleep. It’s been a long night. I’ll bring you water.” Before you could protest he got off the bed and left the room, leaving you hot and bothered alone. When he came back with a glass of water you tried to make eye contact with him. You wanted to talk to him, to apologize for whatever way you overstepped. You started to speak but he cut you off, “Rest up, we got a date tomorrow.”

You awoke to him, Danny, bringing in bags of clothes, your clothes. "What are you doing?" You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you pulled yourself out of bed.

"I want you to wear something nice, but I wasn't about to chauffer you back and forth to let you get ready. There's a bag in there with your bathroom stuff. Makeup, soaps, perfume, stuff."

You walked over to him and sat down by the bags, rummaging through their contents. "Where? You just dumped them into a garbage bag?" It would've been a thoughtful gesture, but your things had been transported like he was evacuating for a hurricane.

"Oh I'm sorry, princess. I should've taken my time, packed 'em with care, maybe say hi to your neighbors while I load up your precious cargo?" You shot him a look. You were annoyed at him, but in the end grateful. He's bringing you your things. He's not planning on killing you anytime soon. You are still alive, and you were grateful.

The little miffed expression she put on gave way to a soft look in her eyes. "Thank you. I really do appreciate it."

Danny gave her a little smirk. "Yeah well, you can thank me later." He winked which caused a slight blush to rise in her cheeks.

"What are we going to do anyway?"

Eager aren't we. "I'm not ruining the surprise, sweet cheeks. Have a little patience, pick out a nice dress." Danny went for the door. "Breakfast is ready."

She looked surprised. "There's a kitchen?" Danny raised an eyebrow at her.

"This isn't a shack, babe. You don't have to shit in the woods either."

She scoffed, "Well how was I supposed to know? I haven't left this room." Danny opened the bedroom door with a flourish and extended his hand out graciously, inviting her to take it.

"Then let me give you the grand tour." Her face lit up. She hurried to her feet to take his hand.

"Oh, why thank you, sir." Oh? I think I like that. Sir.

You wrapped your arm around his upper arm as he guided you through the rest of the moderately sized cabin. It had no frills. Aside from the bedroom and the small bathroom connected to it, the rest of the cabin was laid out in a single room, an open floorplan. There was a small kitchenette on the far wall, the back door sitting next to it. There was a little breakfast nook in the upper left corner of the room. The sunlight peeking through made the scene look dreamy. There was an old, worn-in couch by the front door, facing the breakfast nook. A large bookshelf sat perpendicular to the couch. It was filled to the brim and stacked in the gaps between the shelves and the books as well. A dark rug pulling together the cozy little spot. There was not much else in terms of decoration. A few gardening tools hung near the back door. A simple coat rack stood by the front. Danny walked a bit ahead of you to stand in the center of the room. He extended his arms out at his sides, a showman.

"Well, this is it. What'd ya think?"

Danny didn't expect her to look so impressed. He might as well had shown her the Taj Mahal.

"Wow. You know, I've never been in a cabin. But they always looked so cozy. You said your grandpa lived here?" She walked right by him to his bookshelf, tilting her head as she eyed the titles.

"Yeah, he was a bit of a hermit, hated most people except for my mom and me." She was looking at him now.

"What about your dad?" Danny wanted to talk about something else now.

"They didn't really mesh." Danny remembered begging his mother to let him stay past the summer. "No, Danny you have to go back to school." his mother had reminded him, dragging him back to the car. If he couldn't get her to see reason he could make it as difficult as possible for her to get him in the car. He made himself go dead weight. "I don't wanna go! I don't need to go to school, poppy said he learned at home and not school!" His mother looked exasperated at the sky. "Poppy is from a different time. He learned at home because his parents were very strict." Danny pouted up at her. "Dad is very strict, so I should learn here." He kicked at the ground while his mother tried to hoist him up. "Daniel. Enough." Danny's mother sat at his level. "Sweetie please, if we're late back your father will want to know why." She didn't need to say more. Danny peeled himself off the ground with a groan. His mother brushed the leaves from his back. He hated having to leave. He didn't know it yet, but it would be the last time he was allowed to visit poppy's cabin. Last time he'd see it again until he learned that he had passed and left the cabin to him the year he turned nineteen.

You felt the air had shifted in the room. The change was almost imperceptible, but you noticed the way his jaw tightened ever so slightly. He was there with you, a tight smile on his lips, and he was somewhere unreachable. Unaware, you granted him mercy.

"So when did you make it your own?" He snapped back into reality. Back to you.

"Not until I came back from the military. Only place to come back to really. No rent so, it was just convenient." This took you by surprise.

"You were in the military? How long?"

He sucked in his teeth a bit, "A stint after high school. Paid for college." You eyed him, squinting.

"So where are your dog tags? Don't you get those?" Danny exhaled sharply through his nose.

"They're somewhere, not here. Not about to traipse around with a chain that has my government name. That'd be a goldmine for detectives." You rolled your eyes.

"So you never wear them." He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"No. I don't. But it seems like you're real interested in them, so if you wanna see them dangle on your tits when we fuck, I can make an exception." You slapped his arm playfully.

"That is not why I was asking. I just thought they were a big deal." Danny went to get the percolator off the stove.

"Not for a man like me." He looked at you again, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

After your breakfast, Danny showed you the back of the cabin. A patch of worn out ground made a small back patio. Danny sat you on a log stool.

"Ok wait here, I'll be right back." He hadn't told you why he wanted to show you the outside. You had figured, being captive and all, the outside wouldn't be a feature he'd like to advertise. You heard his bootsteps getting further away. You heard the sound of something heavy. Your head whipped around. He didn't say not to look. He was setting a short log onto another considerably large one. He was holding an axe. In a flash, he struck down, splitting the log with a small grunt. You saw the muscles in his arm tense. They were soft, almost hidden, built over the grueling physical labor of his work, his true profession. He lazily discarded one half to the side. The ease of his movements made your insides flutter. The off white crew neck shirt he wore fit snug, tucked into his black pants. He split a half even further vertically and then once again horizontally. Sensing an audience he cocked his head to you and gave you a cheeky grin. He plucked the last two pieces in his hand, giving them a wiggle out to you. He swiped the rest of the pieces off the large log with his axe before burying the blade into the wood. He sauntered over to you.

"Enjoyed the show, did ya?" He tossed one half to you. You catch it awkwardly midair.

"I wasn't looking- like that. And anyway, you didn't say I couldn't!" You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

"Sounding a little defensive there. Don't ya think, bunny?" You scoffed, too hard you were realizing.

"I'm not defensive! I can't be defensive, there's nothing to be defensive about." You felt stung with shame.

"Hey, I'm not trying to make you feel guilty about liking what you see." He winked.

"Ok, well if this is what your lessons are going to be like, I'll pass." You went up to leave, but his hand gripped your shoulder. It wasn't harsh, but it was unshakable.

"Wait." You stared at your shoes. You couldn't meet his eyes. He tipped up your chin. "C'mon baby, I'm just teasin'."

Just show her how to work the knife. Danny pulled a small folding knife from his pocket and presented it to the girl. She just stared at it before he made mocking little growling noise while crawling the knife through the air towards her. She looked appalled up at him. He snickered.

“Oh come on. It’s not gonna bite you.” Her hand reached up timidly to pick up the knife. She held it elegantly, but unsure. Danny grabbed the knife by the blade and pulled it out of her hand in a blink of a moment. “I shouldn’t be able to do that.” Danny said flatly at her. He exhaled sharply, pointing the handle out to her. She grabbed the knife, but he held onto the blade when she tried to pull it back. She pulled a little harder, he held a little tighter. The knife hung suspended, unmoving. “That’s the grip I want you to have.” He remarked before letting go. She wordlessly adjusted her grip. Better. “Alright,” he pulled his own small knife from his pocket, “hold the wood you carve with the same grip. You slip, you slice a finger, my first aid does the best it can.” Her eyes went wide again. “Babe, you’re working with knives, you’re going to have to get comfortable with a small amount of danger. The risk for the reward.” She let out a steady exhale. The morning sun illuminating her in a halo of light. She was adjusting her grip. The curve of her neck sloping down to her shoulders invited his eyes to scan further. Following the soft turns of her body he looked down at the curve of her breasts peeking from the top of her tank top. He swallowed. “Ok, so you see how I hold it against the would here? You’re gonna apply steady pressure-” Danny was making a slow glide into a corner of the wood when she cut him off.

“How will I know that I’m carving out a right amount for the bunny?” Danny looked at her, amused.

“Slow down, Michelangelo. You crawl before you walk. I said I’d teach you the basics. You don’t even know how to hold the knife without shaking, so let’s tackle the things in our skill set first.” She looked back at him, her eyebrows beginning to furrow. “Don’t pout at me. I could be teaching you my old man’s way. Could tell you I wanna come back to a job done right and leave you here to figure it out.” She looked stung, but she also gave him a look he couldn’t quite decode. Not sadness, maybe recognition. Either way, lost on Danny.

Danny had a boy’s confidence and the power of a man’s body. He wore his exterior well. Proud, sure of himself. He knows exactly where he falls on the food chain. He knows what to say without thinking. He sleeps easy knowing he will never be prey. Not anymore. His features looked stern. Tired. Frustrated with you. You felt a needy pit growing in the center of your chest. You wanted him to look at you fondly, proud. You tried to make a cut, smooth and confident into the wood. Danny’s knife had glided through the wood piece like butter, with a soft grinding sound. Your blade dug into the wood at a harsh angle, stuck. You looked back up at him, nervous.

“It got stuck, I’m sorry I don’t know how- I tried to do it like you did, but you made it look so easy and-” he cut off your appeal.

“Alright alright.” He tossed his chunk of wood out to the pile by the cabin and popped the knife into his pocket. “Before you start cryin’, I was expecting that for your first cut. It’s fine. Look, I’m gonna show you.” He walked behind you, leaned over and held your hands in his. You felt his breath, hot, kissing a small patch of your temple. You felt your face go fuzzy. He was working your hands like a doll. He moved you right where you needed to be. He knew exactly what you needed. Where you needed more pressure, and where you need a softer touch. He had capable hands. Capable of brutality and ecstasy with the same feverish intensity. You smelled the hint of coffee on his breath. It mixed with the warm leather musk of his skin and the cigarette he had after breakfast. You leaned back ever so slightly into his chest. You didn’t just let him play with your arms. You moved within his movements with your own force behind them. You trusted his direction, in the knowledge of his hands. You put your trust directly in his hands. His lips grazed the shell of your ear. A voice low, admiring “Good job. You’re on your way, bunny.” As soon as the words hit the inside of your brain it triggered a craving. You wanted him to sing your praises. You wanted to make him happy.

Danny pressed his thumbs onto the tops of your own. The one supporting the knife applied a little more pressure. Your cuts were becoming more confident and smooth. He loosened the pressure so that his hands merely shadowed your own. It allowed you to show him what you learned, without the push of his hand. You heard him hum approvingly as you knife cut smoothly through the wood. You felt the gentle rumble pass through his chest and into your back. It trickled down between your legs.

"There you go. That's very good. See what happens when you listen to me?" He abruptly pulled away leaving you feeling exposed. You wanted his warmth on your back again, arms grazing yours. He seemed to notice. "Don't look so disappointed. You don't need me hovering over you. Besides, I have to get some things ready for tonight. I'll be gone most of the day. Stay inside, don't make a mess." You felt as though you had been emptied. He was leaving you here. You aren't sure why you expected him to take you where he went. You wanted to go with him.

"What do I do?" He gave a wide grin that pushed at his tired eyes.

"C'mon. you don't need me to tell you that. Carve some shit, or read, or fold your clothes, I don't know. Fill up the time until I need you ready at eight." He was already halfway in the door. You followed him, still clutching the oblong carved wood and knife. When you neared him he whipped around and caught your wrist how a lizard would catch a fly. Instant, instinctual. He held the fist that held the knife up to his face and plucked the knife from your hand.

"Actually, I'm taking this. I don't want you getting any ideas." He turned and continued walking without waiting for a response. You quickened your pace to follow after him.

"What did you think I was going to do?" It was accusatory. He held you captive in the middle of the woods and you were hurt that he didn't trust you. You wanted to laugh, maybe it would cover up the sting.

"Oh please, don't act innocent. Leaving a weapon behind for the girl I'm keeping? What kinda man do you take me for?" He popped a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it. He spoke with the filter between his lips, "Besides you can play around with all of Daddy's knives while I'm around." You hated how he flirted with you as he put you back into your place. Back into the place where he wanted you. A doll in box. He's almost out the front door. He blows a plume of smoke out through his nose and plucks the cigarette from his lips. He turns to you at the doorway, cupping your cheek with the hand holding the cigarette, "You know I've gotta supervise you to make sure these pretty hands don't get hurt." He picks up your other hand, holding it up to his lips to give your fingers a delicate kiss. He drops your hand like he had never held it, and turned to leave. Opening the door, he speaks to you without turning to face you. "If I come back and you're not here I will hunt you down these woods like the wild game that you are. I'll find you wherever you are, and I will drag you back here and gut you like a little bunny rabbit using the same knife I taught you with. Tell me you understand." He stood, eerily still. He could probably hear how hard you swallowed and how unsteady your breath sounded.

"I understand, Danny." You saw him straighten a bit.

"Good." He locked the door behind him. You heard his car start up and pull away.

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Scarlet Blaze Ch 11

Sorry this is taking forever, but here's ch 11.

MAIN STORY

Oh, shit, do we have to fight Gilbert next? AND ANNETTE? This suuukkkkks. It especially sucks since you know they didn't have a choice but to risk their lives just defending themselves.

Annette is so precious. Fuck. I don't want to fight her.

Gilbert being a good daddy though 😭😭😭😭

At least CF was entertaining. SB is a giant snoozefest where I have to kill all my favorites.

Man, they all sound like psychopaths. They're all super excited to go kill people who are just defending themselves. Even Dorothea's only worried about marriage.

MAP/SIDE STUFF

Shez just said that everyone who gets killed in the war "is standing in our way." Imagine comparing self-defense to "getting in our way." Yikes for that characterization compared to how concerned GW!Shez is about Claude's aggressive decisions.

Lamo, Mercedes is like wtf am I doing here fighting the Kingdom and Annie?

Aww, Marianne (and Dorothea) are like the only two who realize they're fighting other people and not just being all murder happy like the rest.

Dimitri just got put on par with Holst and Caspars dad by Balthis, kind of, unofficially best Kingdom warrior?

We're addressing the Ferdinand and Hubert subplot again. Which is good. It's by far the most interesting part of SB. Though, it's just a repeat of what we've seen from it before.

Ok, they're adding some different stuff which is interesting. Bringing up that even if Fredie's dad tried to retire and stay out of Edelgard's way, that he would still have to die because of what he symbolizes. Hubert and Ferdinand disagree on whether people like Mr. Aegir can get a second chance (as in, can you when you've become a symbol).

This is especially interesting to me in regards to what happens to Rhea, Dimitri, and Claude if they surrender to Edelgard and become her puppets. Basically, Hubert is saying that, no matter what, they'd have to die because anyone who would rebel would use (fill in here) as a symbol of their resistance. Claude may be the sole exception here because he can scoot off to Almyra, but it's very obvious that Rhea and Dimitri (and their staunch allies) are fighting for their lives, because even if we're generous and say Edelgard would spare them and give them life worth living (i.e. not locked up), Hubert would most certainly have them assassinated.

Which also brings up another point. People always talk about how it's wrong/bad for Dimitri to try and spare Edelgard at the end of AM because what kind of life would she live? But always praise Edelgard for trying to spare Rhea towards the end of CF but no one - not a single soul - asks what kind of life would Rhea live? I gotta make my own post about that.

SB is really gonna be - kill yo dad, the route. Ironic since I played this the day after Father's Day.

I have to fight Sylvain 😭

SHEZ & MANUELA A SUPPORT

Manuela is flirting with Shez lol. He said he liked her voice and she pushed him with like "is that all" until he talked about her looks lamo

Aww, Shez actually likes her hungover side. Saying he likes warrior her, singer her, healer her, and drunk her. That's kinda cute, actually

Shez said that he can't keep his eyes off her. Laying it on a bit thick. And said she's more attractive now than she was younger haha.

Yeah, Shez, I have no idea how she was supposed to see that in any other way lol.

HUBERT & LYSITHEA B SUPPORT

Hubert finds Lysithea studying at night and teases her about ghosts. She runs away.

The Imperial Army is a bunch of children who don't want to eat their veggies. This is 100% cannon. Hubert orders guards to sneak them into soups for the soldiers actually get their veggies. I cannot. (though, imagine the privilege, Faerghus could never)

Lysithea freaks out because she ate veggies.

Veggies are legitimately delicious though. I don't know what the Imperial Army's problem is.

EDELGARD & MONICA A SUPPORT

Guys, I'm so excited. A Monica support. I wonder what she'll talk about.

Monica counts how many times Edelgard worried about her and invited her to tea. I just . . . no.

This support was pure cringe.

I love how "Kingdom bad" because they're willing to die to defend their homes, family, friends, and everything and anything else they've loved from invaders, but Monica is to be admired because she's oh so loyal to Edelgard that even in when Edelgard leaves her for dead, it's a happy moment for Monica because it helps Edelgard's cause. Like . . . double standard much?

PETRA & CONSTANCE C SUPPORT

Constance is something else. She confronts Petra because Petra's dad invaded and it led to the demise of Constance's everything.

I enjoy supports that address conflict, but girl, that was not Petra's fault. Don't take it out on her.

Oh, good, she's not. She recognizes that Petra's people suffered, and that neither of them were involved, so there's no bad blood.

Then she hahahas and leaves. Lamo, this made me love Constance.

Petra doesn't get a chance to say she agrees and seeks out Constance, but finds her in the sunlight, and needlessly to say, is very confused.

MAIN BATTLE

Hubert and Edelgard just said submit or die.

Wow, Linhardt is like I wish the nobles would think about all the people who they're forcing to fight. The lack of self-awareness is astounding.

Ferdinand can join the "lack of self-awareness club" for acting like it's the Kingdom causing the violence.

Baron Dominic opened the gate, risking his defenses to rescue soldiers. Hubert judged him. But we're supposedly the good guys. I swear the writing goes out of it's way to make the Kingdom look good.

Fuck. I have to fight Gustave :( He dead :( Poor Annette.

FUCK. Now I have to fight Annette.

Fuck this route. Ingrid, Rodrigue, Gustave, and now Annette - all dead.

Even Baron Dominic's death is making me sad. None of the Empire generals get this kind of humanization when they die lol.

Edelgard and Hubert sound insane. Edelgard's acting like their deaths were inevitable because of their lineage (when they would've been just fine if not for her actions), and Hubert's like he's happy to die so it doesn't matter. What a bunch of looney tunes.

Edelgard just said whoever wins gets to decide what's right. I mean, victors do write the history but yikes at the implications.

So deep - "we're up against the world itself." Sounds like a teenage edge-lord wrote this lamo.

We got crusher. Joy. Did they pry it out of Annette's dead hands?

Oh, joy, more backtracking. Revolts in the Empire. I thought we were out of the backtracking era and into kill every Blue Lion era.

xxxx

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elgascreamslikehell · 4 months

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So. I'm not dead UNFORTUNATELY.

But I'm working on it.

Anywho, I'm pretty sure nobody remembers small story i write but i still write it, so as long as i missed so many days... I will try to get to my speed back. So here's a piece. (And yes, i rewrite like one third of this cause what the actual hell)

It's five AM and Eddie's still not home. Buck hates it. Also he hates that it's five AM and he's not sleeping but checking the time and starting to panic. He shouldn't. It's a totally normal situation, Buck is a firefighter himself, so he knows the drill. And that's totally fine Eddie couldn't call. Maybe he should call Maddie? It won't be too strange? Actually, how does she manage this? Chim is also a firefighter and there's a chance he could… That's so lame really they kissed once and somehow Buck got insane. It shouldn't be that way. For example, Buck literally died on the shift. Well, not the best thing to think about right now but if something went wrong he'd be informed, right? Actually no. He's not a relative and basically he's nobody…like, legally speaking. Ok. He can wait a little more, like ten more minutes and then..he can wait a little more and.. The door is opened - he catches the quiet squeak sound and eventually he's in the hallway already ‘Fuck… I kinda hope I can be quiet enough not to wake you up. Sorry…’ Buck loudly exhales feeling so much relieved he can't even describe ‘You're so late for dinner we have only maple syrup ready but if you give me like fifteen minutes I can warm up the lasagna and ‘... He hears Eddie's laughing. ‘It's fine. Go back to bed. I'm not hungry I'm just exhausted’ ‘Coffee? Tea? Are you ok?’ ‘I am.. Buck, did you even sleep? Cause you look more exhausted than me and i have double shift and not so exciting travel through forbidden tunnel with a five years old’ ‘What? Why?’ Eddie smiles ‘Long story. Coffee would be great actually cause I'm not sure it makes sense to sleep before Chris is off to school anyway’ They need to talk, thinks Buck. They definitely need to talk and it could go both ways and it could be a big disaster and he needs to maybe think about it. He tried before he started panicking so now it's hard to recall his thoughts ‘Okay, I'll make some’ ‘You mean, Hildi will make some and hell i hate it when my kitchen appliances smarter than me’ Buck laughs, just can't help it ‘Didn’t you get used to it yet?’ ‘The one and only purpose of the coffee maker is to make coffee. Not checking the weather or giving some advice, so no, I didn't. It's your fault we even have it!’ ‘I know’ ‘So it should have gone with the special guy who can use it properly. You will do’ ‘I will... Wait, what?’ Eddie smiles: ‘We need to talk’. Hell how easier it would be if Buck can see his face now. Probably. On the other hand… no, maybe not. ‘Right. So… maybe coffee first?’ ‘No. I mean… well. There was a moment on this call I was pretty sure I won't get out. And I thought about…things’ What the hell, Eddie, thinks Buck but he says nothing giving Eddie opportunity to finish ‘And I thought… several years ago I had no choice just to survive because I have Chris and I can't leave him. Then.. then you showed up in our lives and I thought well, even if i die Chris won't be alone so it's going to be fine and..’ Buck exhales. Discussion takes unexpected turns, definitely ‘That's not..’, - Buck starts to argue but Eddie scoffs: ‘Today when i stuck in the basement of the warehouse full of explosives i thought that and.. actually, something changed’ ‘What?’ ‘Something connected to you’, - Buck can feel Eddie's smile, he always can feel it but now it just hits differently ‘You don't trust me with Chris anymore?’ ‘What? No, hell, of course no, I trust you with my life. I meant… fuck that's hard maybe you were right and we should have coffee first..’ ‘No, you started this already! So please finish’ ‘I just…oh hell. I broke up with Eric because I don't love him. And you asked how can I be so sure I won't fall in love with him eventually. So here's a deal, I can be sure because I already fell for you.’

Taglist cause i can recall I have one!

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videochess · 9 months

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What are three (among your) favorite fantasy weapons/tools? If you fell into a Dive to the Heart, which one would you Wield to gain its Powers and which would you Sacrifice to augment your stats/build?

ohhh man this is a tough one. favoured Fantasy Weapon for me kinda depends on context… i love to be contrarian so in a game thats primarily melee i wanna do ranged and vice versa, for instance. in a game thats all swords, if theres One axe or mace or an option to use fists, thats the one im attracted to.

if i free myself from the chains of Context… ok i think im gonna have a REALLY hard time picking three so im just gonna list some weapons/tools used in fantasy stuff that i think are cool (not strictly Fantasy Weapons because some of this shit is real But Not How THEY Use It!)

shields: not a weapon but so cool. i love shields. you can use them to attack if you want and there's so many styles.

chakram: i didn't really think much about these until playing dancer in ffxiv and now i'm really chakram pilled. also if you play the xena: warrior princess game for psx you can throw a flying chakram that you then directly control in near-first-person and explore the entire level using it. which i think i would be able to do also

staves: magic ones. not a boring bo staff. but also i want to use it like a bo staff & not just as a Spell Focus. fact: i was really excited for palutena in smash 4 because the idea of a staff+shield moveset was REALLY exciting to me but she barely swings the staff around at all… wasteful!

maces, flails: i'm a cleric at heart so i always feel warmed to see one of these guys. it's unfair to bundle these together because they're vastly different technique wise but whatever

kanabo: this is like, a little bit from column Staff, a little bit from column Mace. (ok you dont use a staff like youd use one of these but maybe i would.) its like a giant baseball bat from demon's hell. awesome toy

katars: these are more of a childhood fav but my very first 2nd class in ragnarok online was Assassin because i was obsessed with those cool hand blades. when i was a kid i asked for a katar (real) for my birthday and got one. & it sucked ass

pickaxe: just a cool shape

Just Throwing Shit: im always enchanted by this option when it's present. i love the idea of specializing in just Throwing stuff. Any stuff. the little bouncy hammer you can throw around in destiny 2 as a solar titan is a favorite example of this but many rpgs have "thrown weapon" specializations that dont necessarily correspond to any one weapon Shape. its awesome.

bows: i think they are cool. not much else to say

OK and if i fell into a dive to the heart and i had like a whole armory waiting for me ummmmmm i would… probably pick Staff and sacrifice Sword. this Literally matches what i did in my kh playthru stream which makes it sound kind of boring but, whatever! if magic exists im gonna wanna use it!!! if it doesnt im still gonna have a cool long stick!!!! cant lose!!! actually though if magic DOESNT exist i want a kanabo or chakrams. Thank you!

Honourable Mention: in ultima online there's a weapon called "Hammer Pick" thats like a normal claw hammer with an inordinately long handle. i always thought this was cool. food for thought

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Anything involving wrecker cuddling probably watching a movie and cuddling with his partner 😊

Author's Note: Stamped, approved, etching it to stone because I am sold on this cuteness. It's been raining a ton recently and I love it, so time for rainy day cuddles. Wrecker would absolutely be the king of snuggles, both in body and mind <3

Relationships: Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None, it's just pure fluff

Thunder cracks outside, the lightning having just flashed bright enough to light up the windows only moments ago.

This storm is intense, by far the most intense of the year, and it would be quite reasonable to say your plans to enjoy some time at a festival on one of the higher levels is, more than a little bit canceled. Raindrops smack against the window, streaking down so much it's distorting the colors of the brightly colored lights smattering the buildings you can see throughout the city.

Wrecker is not going to be fond of this news in the slightest; Especially since the two of you have been waiting for this for days now. Their 'estimate' for how long this current deployment would take had lined up perfectly, and you'd actually gone as far to pick out what you wanted to wear in advance, but now you'll more than likely end up putting it away for another, sunnier day.

Snatching your datapad off the table you decide to send him a message, to see if he's planet-side or not. If he is; Well, he'll be able to see himself why the festival is off.

-Hey Wreck, you on Coruscant yet?-

Wrecker rarely if ever has his datapad on him, it's faster often to message Tech than it is him; Though this time it doesn't seem to be the case. When you see he's finally responded to you it's impossible not to smile. Even just his written word makes your heart beat a little bit faster.

-Nah, we'll be there in a few hours though. Been counting each one.-

You've been too; Maybe it's a side effect of being so hopelessly in love.

-Well, I kinda got some bad news for when you get back...-

Wrecker responds to you almost instantly, sounding so obviously worried even if you can't hear his voice.

-Are you ok?! Nothing happened right?-

-No no! Nothing bad! I'm fine, big guy.- You really wish you'd worded that better in hindsight; You know he worries. Even if you find the idea of him doing so silly.

-It's been storming all day and it's supposed to go through to tomorrow. We're getting almost half of our usual rainfall in one night.

-So, needless to say; Festival's canceled.-

It's not the news you want to give since you've both been excited to for this, and to spend some time together outside of the Marauder, or the clone base when you manage to get a visitor's pass. But the weather has decided to be far less than friendly to your pursuit of a romantic time, much to both you and Wrecker's chagrin.

-Seriously? Aww come on, I was waiting for that all this time!-

You were too; More than a little bit.

But, there's an idea in your head that might be way better than walking through a tightly knit crowd all day. It just needs a little bit of setup, and since Wrecker is still a few hours out, you have some time to do so.

-Come over to my place once you're free. I think I have something way more fun that we can do instead. Tell Tech to land you all safe.-

Sitting your datapad back down you turn around and look at the room, debating how to best conquer the idea you have in your mind. All the while thunder cracks in the sky again as you decide to start with your couch, getting on your knees and giving it a good push. Once it's out of the way you do the same with anything else close by, until there's a giant open space in the middle of the room.

All you need now is to steal every pillow and blanket you can find, hauling them all over and making a huge nest out of it all on the floor.

It's a mess, a giant one, but it sure does look comfortable. You just need some food and drinks to go with it, grabbing them all and sitting them close by the pile. You and Wrecker can decide on what to watch when he gets here; But at least for now, the setup is complete.

You just have to wait, and hope he doesn't have any trouble getting up to your floor this time. The last time you almost got into a fight with the receptionist over not letting your abit, very loud, very large, and very upset clone past.

But maybe Tech landed them faster than usual, or perhaps he didn't get caught up in the side effects of some sort of bureaucratic nonsense, as it's less time than you'd expect before you hear his footsteps in the hall even before he knocks, and you're at the door just as he does so. There's barely a chance to even say hello before he is on you, arms around your waist and hauling you off the ground. He laughs at the way you yelp from suddenly being in the air, now at face level with him.

"Wrecker! I missed you!" Your hands cup the sides of his face, pressing your lips against his own in an eager, sloppy kiss. When he pulls back, you feel the stubble on his jaw rub against your palms.

"Not as much as I missed you. Didn't even get into any trouble this time so I could get here early."

Who'd of thunk it; Wrecker, going down the straight and narrow. Even just for a little bit. You're sure he'll be back to blowing up way more blasting material than he's allotted in no time.

"But what's all this?" Wrecker says, as he gently puts your feet back on the floor.

He looks over the mess you've created, a big smile still plastered on his face. You move aside and close the door, and also throw a hand at your creation.

"Since it's so stormy outside and the festival is canceled, how about we just hunker down and watch some holofilms? I got snacks and everything." Wrecker is an energetic man, but you know he enjoys a good long while of relaxation even more than you do.

"Mind if I clean up and get out of this junk first?" He gestures to his armor, and you're more than happy to oblige his request.

More, than happy. You love this man more than anything; But gods does deployment make him smell less than flowery.

"Have at it; The place is yours." His helmet has been in his hand this whole time as he steals another kiss from your lips, before walking past you as he begins pulling at the seams of his armor. It'll all get piled somewhere, left to be dealt with later as he disappears into your refresher.

You hear the sound of the shower kicking on, not long after you sit down on your giant pile of blankets and steal a small bite of one of the snacks you'd put out while you wait for him.

Wrecker has a small spot in your closet of clothes you've mostly bought him; Largely casual clothes like sweatpants and long sleeve shirts. He had originally complained about you buying them, even if they'd barely costed anything; And well worth him being a little more comfortable in something other than his GAR standard body glove. He also seems to like them, as more than once he's worn them back to the Marauder; And also has had to fight to keep one of his brothers from stealing them when he's in his armor and his back is turned.

Wrecker comes back out of your refresher wearing some casual sweatpants and a shirt, quickly noticing you're already comfortable and waiting for him. He makes a quick line right for you, sitting down as close to you as he possibly can.

His skin is still warm from the hot water; He smells like fresh soap and uniquely 'Wrecker' instead of like soot and dirt.

Resting his back against the edge of the couch, you feel him pull you into his side, his arm wrapped tightly over your shoulders.

"Comfy?" He jokes, feeling you squeeze yourself deeper into his side and a hand against his stomach.

"Yep." He laughs when you say it so casually, enunciating the p with a soft pop of your lips. Now you just have to decide what to watch, and everything will be perfect.

Tugging a blanket overtop of your legs, and with Wrecker right here you're warm and content; The storm now seeming more like a blessing that a curse.

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#the bad batch wrecker x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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honeybeedewdrops · 2 years

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A Blind Date | B.Bradshaw

Summary: You and Rooster have had a crush on each other for as long as anyone could remember so they set you two up on a blind date with out you two knowing.

Warnings: Cursing, Kissing at the end

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After a long day you sat with Phoenix at a table at the Hard Deck enjoying some small talk when she asked you a question you were dreading. "So how's the good ole love life" you give her a look "Phoenix are you kidding, you know exactly how it's going it's just the same as before" "Ok well then it's a good thing I got you a date" "What are talking about" "This Friday at 7 you'll go on a blind date" she says smirking "Phoenix no what if he's some creep" "I promise you he'll be great please just say yes" she begs. You down your drink "Fuck it" she cheers and you guys have a great rest of the night.

As Friday rolled around you were not happy nor excited for this date. You were meeting the guy at some restaurant that you had never heard of and of course this was all organised by Phoenix. You take one last look before leaving your apartment.

Your phone buzzed

Phoenix: Hey he will be wearing a dark blue suit.

You: Phoenix what the Hell a suit how fancy is this restaurant.

Phoenix: Don't worry about it

you groan and continue on your way. As you pull into the restaurant you are shocked. You get out of your car and wait by the step looking around. It had been 10 minutes and no one in a dark blue suit had shown up yet. "Y/N" you heard and you turned. There stood Bradley Bradshaw. "Rooster what are you doing here?" "Hangman set me up on this blind date thing and he said..." And he trailed off looking you up and down. That's when you noticed he was wearing a dark blue suit. "sooo..." you trail off "looks like we were set up" he says making you chuckle "that's quite alright. I guess this was the kind of push I need" Rooster nods "shall we go in" you nod "yes indeed" and he opens the door for you and you both walk in.

"how many?" "just two" and the waiter leads you two to a table and sets the menu down. As you looked over the menu you could feel eyes in you "you look beautiful tonight" you blush a bit "thank you and you look dashing as ever" "thanks and look i'm sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting tonight" "Roo it's ok i'm actually happy" "Really?" "yeah" he gives you his oh so famous smile before looking back at the menu.

As you looked at the menu nothing looked good and it was a tad pricy. "Can I be honest" you said Rooster nods. "Ok well I don't think anything looks good" Rooster chuckles "I agree you want to bounce I saw a burger joint not too far from here" 'That sounds amazing" and you grab Rooster's arm and the two of you leave.

"So Rooster what made you go on this date tonight" you ask "well truth be told I didn't want to go but Hangman made me. He was trying to get over this girl I had a crush on and well he said he's help but I was kinda shocked it was you. But what about you" your heart broke hearing about he had a crush but you perked back up trying not to show it disappointed you.

"well I too had a crush and every time Phoenix and I had a night to ourselves she's asked the same question and I guess she got tired of asking and so here we are" Rooster nods and you two order. You tried to pay but Rooster wouldn't let you.

"fine but I pay next time" you say "what makes you think I want a next time" you blush "o-o-oh sorry I thought we were having a good time and I just thought " you start to ramble "Y/N. Y/N it's ok I want to see you again" "really?" he nods "yes" you blush finishing up your burger.

At the end of the night Rooster walked you to your car. "I had fun Y/n i hope to do this soon" "me too" and he started to walk away. "Rooster wait" you call he turns and you kiss him. it takes him a moment to kiss back but he does and it feels like fireworks going off. The same feeling your mom always described. You both pull away "Wow" is all he says "yeah" "Rooster I really like you" "And i really like you" Rooster says and pulls you in for another kiss.

#bradley bradshaw fic #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #Bradley bradshaw x y/n #y/n #rooster x y/n

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callmemrskenway · 2 years

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Ok, im not good at trying to say things so if this sounds super weird im sorry.

What about headcanons (Gender neutral reader) with Reader and MK crushing super hard on on eachother, but reader is also being trained by Macaque? so Macaque is the readers mentor? i can imagine Sun Wukong and Macaque teasing MK and the reader XD

sorry if this is too much haha

DADCAQUE CONTENT Y E S- Also kinda made this a progression thing from s1 to s3 so SPOILER ALERT, also, this is literally my brain just dumping out things and scenarios because I was hella excited for this!

- Honestly I can see Macaque training you if only to prove that he's a better mentor than Wukong and that he can make a protégé stronger than MK.

- We see how brutal he can be training with MK so he is like that with you but he does end up being a bit softer the more and more he starts to care about you. He has to hurt you to make you stronger, in his mind, but he knows it'll pay off in the end.

- He trains you with one enemy in mind, the Monkie Kid. And so you end up having this goal of being stronger than someone you never met and forging this one sided rivalry in your head.

- When you try to get close to him to lower his gaurd and try to steal his powers again or to weaken him, you don't expect him to have...so much golden retriever energy or be as adorable as he is.

- MK is just immediately drawn to you as well. You're mysterious at first but once he gets past that aloof and cold persona you put on, you're actually really adorable and he tells you that too.

- No but Macaque and You having that one moment from the Hercules Movie with Hades and Megara once you start having second thoughts:

Macaque: I can't believe you're getting worked up over some...GUY!

Y/n: This one is different! He's honest a-and he's sweet-

Macaque: Please.

Y/n: And he'd never do anything to hurt me!

Macaque: HE'S A GUY.

(I'm sorry, when I saw the request, I immediately thought of this scene)

- But anyways, yes, when its time to reveal that you're not who you seem, MK is heartbroken but he teams up with his mentor to take you and your mentor down.

- You surprise EVERYONE with your abilities and fighting prowess and if he wasn't the one you were fighting, MK wouldn't have any problem admitting that he kinda finds that attractive. But he IS your opponent so he doesn't find it attractive and means that its all the more reason to take you and your mentor down.

- But then you skillfully dodge his next barrage of attacks and land an uppercut kick to his face before landing a blow and, yes it hurts, but it was also kinda cool. He'll give you that-

- It does hurt him because he trusted you and he kinda doesn't like you for a while because he believes that everything you two did was jus an act. Wukong tries to comfort him about it

- Meanwhile you're a bit distracted as you spar with your mentor because you keep thinking about MK so moments where Macaque notices you spacing off during a fight until he just stops training and is all: "Why are you so distracted? Is it because of MK again?"

- "Huh- N-NO, OF COURSE NOT. IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF MK AT ALL- i just, uh...am worried if I left the stove on?"

- Yeah, it's so VERY clear that you and MK got it bad for each other and obviously it's not good, at least, not in your mentors eyes but at the same time, it is kinda ironic in a way.

- SO EXPECT MACAQUE TO TRY AND USE YOU TO BRING MK TO THE DARKSIDE AND WUKONG TRYING TO USE MK TO BRING YOU TO THE LIGHT SIDE.

- but now focusing on you and MK, when you two meet again, MK is emotional and hurt and it's obvious he's trained harder just to fight you but before he lands the final blow to knock you unconscious, he gives you those puppy dog eyes and asks: "Was everything we did together...when we first met, was any of that real? Or was it all fake?"

- And you don't know what to say, because, like...you don't even know yourself. Yeah, at first it was fake but then you got comfortable with him and haven't been able to get him off of your mind since but...but-

- You don't ever get to answer his question as Macaque uses his shadow powers to teleport you back to him, immediately worried when he sees MK's fist raised towards you.

- But also, anon, you are so right, Wukong and Macaque would also tease the life out of their students.

- Wukong just being all: "Now, MK, we're going up against Macaque. So, try to focus on taking down Macaqye and not eyeing his student."

- MK: "EYEING, WHAT- I DON'T EYE THEM. I JUST...uh...I don't know...but I DON'T EYE THEM."

- And then meanwhile, moments where Macaque is all: "He's coming, are you sure you can handle him, kiddo?"

- You: "Of course I can, why wouldn't I?"

- And then he just gives you this smug smile and you feel embarrassed because you know he knows about your crush on MK so you just glare back at him and pout and look the other way, which makes him laugh.

- NO BUT INFURIATINGLY CLOSE MOMENTS WHERE YOU AND MK ARE GONNA CONFESS TO EACH OTHER BUT YOU NEVER GET THE CHANCE.

- Also scenarios where you and him are supposed to work together and at first, you guys act like you can't stand each other but slowly you guys become closer and closer.

- Like lets say a demon kidnaps the both of you because of your mentors and you and MK have to work together to get out.

- First its arguments of: "Well, well, if it isn't the Monkie Kid!"/ "AT LEAST I'M NOT A LIAR!"/ but then you two realize you have to come to a truce and such so that's what you do and as you help each other, you get reminded of things you like about each other.

- MK gets injured and you check in on him and he's surprised but smiles at you because HE KNEW YOU GENUINELY CARED FOR HIM. But then you get all tsundere and try to deny it.

- OKAY BUT THEN S3 COMES AROUND AND LADY BONE DEMON TAKES YOU AS A HOSTAGE AND THAT'S ANOTHER REASON WHY MACAQUE HAS TO BRING BACK MK AND WUKONG.

- And MK notices you're not with him and he gets angry at Macaque because YOU'RE HIS STUDENT. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOU. NOW YOU'RE IN THE HANDS OF THE LADY BONE DEMON AND- AND- YOU'RE PROBABLY SUFFERING AND-

- Yeah, they definetly get into a fight and Macaque is all: "Yeah, but its your fault too. If you truly cared about them, then you'd come with me-"

- Obviously MK declines and fights him and then the canon stuff happens but he feels more motivated than ever to get the rings of Samadhi and stop the Lady Bone Demon.

- OKAY BUT WHAT IF SINCE YOU'RE MACAQUE'S STUDENT YOU END UP HAVING A BIT OF THE SAME TELEKINETIC ABILITIES AS MK TOO. OR LIKE, HE USES HIS TELEKINESIS WITH YOU AND YOU USE YOUR SHADOWS TO COMMUNICATE WITH HIM.

- Like at first you managed to send a shadow to let him know you're okay (which is a lie, LBD isn't exactly known to treat her prisoners well) and talk to him and then he tries to gain his telekinesis powers so he can appear to you as well.

- Overall when he does defeat the Lady Bone Demon, he is so excited to see you're okay, a bit bruised up but fine and the both of you don't even care who sees anymore, you run to each other and do a dramatic "you jump into MK's arms and he lifts you into the air as you both share a passionate kiss" kinda of moment, everyone is cheering except for Wukong and Macaque, who are taking in the scene.

- Wukong: "You owe him, you know. He saved your disciple."

- Macaque: "Yeah, I know. Plus, he makes (Y/n) happy and thats all I could hope for them."

- Obviously Macaque is awkward when he tries to check on you, since its his fault you got mixed up with LBD anyways but then you hug him and tell him you're glad he's alright and he smiles and hugs you back.

- No but him and Wukong being THOSE dad's and are all: "For the record, if MK breaks their heart I will break every bone in his body."/ "UM, MK WOULD NEVER DO THAT BUT YOU'RE LITTLE DELINQUENT STUDENT MIGHT-"/ "They would NEVER-"

- So yeah, other than the monkey dad rivalry and whole "we like each other but we're on different sides" slow burn, things do end up pretty good for you and MK and Macaque and Wukong are a little more lenient with letting you two be together because for a minute, you guys were scared that you might never be able to tell the other how you truly feel.

#SORRT FOR THE DISORGANIZATION BUT I SAW THIS PROMPT AND IMMEDIATELY JUST DUMPED MY EVERY THOUGHT INTO IT BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD #macaque x reader lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #mk x reader #lmk mk #lmk mk x reader #lmk macaque #Qi Xiǎotiān x reader

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Dead Plate (Part 1)

hello!! its been a while since ive posted but here i am!!! so this game is Dead Plate created by STUDIO INVESTIGRAVE

i had played one of their games before, Elevator Hitch, and i really really enjoyed it! so im very excited for this new game that theyve released

though, this game is probably really different from Elevator Hitch, because that game was a visual novel type of game while this one has restaurant tycoon gameplay

still, im very excited

i hope i can get all the endings today (but probably not) as always, spoilers under the cut!

i know its literally just the title screen BUT it looks very classy

also the music? its a bop like yo BellKalengar is the composer and sound designer and like yo!! amazing job its literally just the title screen and im amazed already LMFAO

alright then lets begin

lolol i like the way they named the buttons for doing the tutorial, skipping the tutorial or just leaving the game on auto progress time to show up at 5 am then

the art is really cute these characters are really cute too esp the protag

i know its just the tutorial but i am very nervous LOL doing service jobs make me nervous (even tho this is only a fictional one)

bro protag why did u skim the interview thing 😭 is that why u've had 28 jobs in 7 years 💀

ooh interesting the cooks have an order in which they cook meals i need to remember that

wow so theres a lot to do huh theres seating the customers, taking their orders, bringing those orders to the kitchen, serving the food, going to the cash register to take their payments, cleaning up the tables AND throwing out the trash its a lot more than i was expecting,,,, lol good luck to me i guess

so like fun fact im actually not that good at playing games LOL esp this kind of game where theres like people and they have like a happy meter kind of thing going on i wonder if any of the endings will be tied to how well we do during the work day ?? probably

also can i just say that the music is really good i like the kinda jazzy (is that the right word??) vibes going on

it makes me less nervous about serving customers since its very chill LOL

WHY IS THIS CUSTOMER HITTING ME WITH A HARD QUESTION

I HAVE NO IDEA IF WE HAVE TO-GO BOXES OR WHATEVR WHAT HUH ?????

there is a right answer and i have no idea what it is im gonna lose my mind please. ok well lets pick an answer

im gonna go 'no' since the restaurant has a strict menu that changes daily right? so maybe they wouldnt do to-go boxes or ordering ahead and stuff (RIGHT???)

oh phew ok i picked the right one

LOL the banter between the protag and the tutorial guy (i dont know his name)

??? what the hell this customer just left right as i got the food bro 😭😭 have some patience damn this aint a fast food place

now i have to throw away this perfectly good meal (sorry cooks)

oh no now the real game is starting uhh aight alright then lets go

ok so that was like only three customers, i did pretty well but the day's not over yet shdajhsdsakhj i feel like a disaster n it was only three customers LMAO

oh it was only 3 customers for day 1 nice (i got jumpscared by the sound effect for the day ending LFMAO)

ooh green onion rolls,,, it looks good damn now i want to eat LOL

BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?????? damn,,,,

the music for this area is pretty chill tho

THE BATHROOM IS FLOODING??? AGAIN ?!??! BRO ??? THATS DISGUSTING

the window has a horrible view its just another building

oho? she? who???

bro dont leave the dishes for later thats sooo gross

??? HOW DID YOU BURN CEREAL???? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO ??

i am appalled at the protag's lifestyle i cant even

so he has not finished writing lyrics and love letters for this girl he mentioned earlier the game is not revealing her name and im wondering why hmm its very sus

sorry im laughing so hard??? its mostly empty except for some cans and the fucking green onion rolls im cackling?? they look so out of place in this fridge LMFAO

bro how are you so bad at cooking that you burnt food in the microwave??? what are you doing???

wait. is his bed the couch???? bro i feel so bad for this guy

he biked through the rain,,,,, and he thought doing it fast would dry him,,, in the rain,,,,, im starting to understand why he somehow managed to burn cereal

he doesnt own an umbrella

aww this is cute thanks boss

he LIVES here??? wow damn his apartment is upstairs thats very cool

LOL protag keep ur mouth shut

day 2 here we go

SHIT HELP I TOOK TOO LONG ONE OF THE CUSTOMERS LEFT NOOO im restarting jkdsljlds its a good thing i saved

ahh i did way better this time but the day ended right as i was about to take out the trash LOL

oooh those look tasty too

oops ok so like i started day 3 right

well i was like 'i'll take out the trash before serving any customers' so that i can just easily clean up the tables right

uhh but then suddenly this happened ??? so like protag dropped the bag and cut their finger and the boss is having an odd reaction to the sight of blood methinks

HTHE BOSS JUST SLAPPED HIM ??? WTF

bro he just slapped him then was like 'oh dw someone else will clean it up' hello???? you just slapped ???? me ???

ok then moving on to the rest of the day i guess??

kinda weird looking but it still looks appetizing (the magic of art LOL)

oh shit theres a magazine ?? oops im gonna go back and read through previous ones oh nevermind its just the same one lmao

ohhh so this is where i buy items ok aight

and this catalogue is how our protag knew about the job for a waiter it also has an interview with our boss (Chef Vincent Charbonneau, i finally know his name) about the low number of employees i was wondering why we were the only waiter in the restaurant and i guess thats why

ok i bought the rollerskates cuz i need to be faster for the customers

oh and u can interact w the telephone to call 'her' but she doesnt pick up oof

sorry what is happening right now

what is that weird squelching sound?!?!?

BRO?? WTF WAS THAT ??? so like his body felt itchy, pressed Z to scratch and then suddenly lines were all over his body and then knives came out and i am so very confused

i think that was just a dream but what a weird nightmare

i guess onto day 4 then ?? at least i have my sick new rollerskates now

ooh that looks tasty

man i think im too slow cuz the timer always runs out while one more customer is still around lmfao, oh well

oh shit another nightmare

ohh so i can only equip one item at a time hmmm well since i bought the watch anyways i guess i'll use it

PFFT A CUSTOMER LEFT SORRY LADY,, she was waiting to be seated but i was preoccupied with serving food oopsies

restarting the day then

the nightmare hmm is the protag's name Rody since thats what it says on the label

DAMNIT I TOOK TOO LONG AGAIN

ok im just gonna use the rollerskates this time

AGGHH I KEEP TAKING TOO LONG ON THIS ONE CUSTOMER

restarting again,,,,

should i just let it go? probably but im not going to

IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND IVE RESTARTED SO MANY TIMES

ok well youve not seen it but i have restarted day 5 soo many times and i am hungry so,,, here's where i'll leave it for today

even though i am struggling and getting frustrated, im really enjoying the game so far! i wish i wasnt so terrible at playing it so i could see more of the story LOL

like what is up with the boss? who is this girl that the protag likes so much? what is up with his weird nightmares??? and will i ever be able to finish day 5 ?????

tune in next time LOL byebyeee

#dead plate

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