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Part Two / Part Three
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It's 8:45 am.
The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.
It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?
No one was complaining.
They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.
It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.
He doesn't mind it.
Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.
This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.
Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.
(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.
The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)
As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.
It was a nice little system that worked for them.
A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.
This was not unusual.
Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face.
What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.
The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.
Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.
(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)
"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.
"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.
Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.
'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'
Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.
"Mind if I have a word outside?"
Dammit Eddie.
"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.
There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.
"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "
"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.
Wayne stared up at him.
"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.
"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."
If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.
It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.
They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass.
Hopper really did let the kid off easy.
Wayne really did owe him.
So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.
"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.
Wayne hummed to show he’d heard.
“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.”
A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.
“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.”
A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut.
"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"
The Chief chewed on his split lip.
"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."
Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.
The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction.
How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.
Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.
Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.
The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.
This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.
The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.
(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)
"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."
"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.
"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.”
This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.
Hopper took a breath. Than another.
A third.
It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.
"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.
Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.
“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.”
Wayne sucked in a breath.
"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.
It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.
Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t.
Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.
He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.
(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)
“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.”
His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.
“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.
“A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.”
Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.
“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.”
“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished.
“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.”
'Ain’t that the damn truth.'
“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.
This one, he figured, was the most important.
“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.”
Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.
It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.
Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.
“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.
If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.
No point in it.
“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.
“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.
Once again, Wayne waited him out.
“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.”
A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.
How they almost hadn’t.
“Alright.” Wayne agreed.
Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.
He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy.
He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.
Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?
Wayne had a feeling it was needed.
#this has like t wo more parts#pre steddie#wayne as a BAMF#wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve#ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol#Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries#and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will#you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down#like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck#nevermind you know the local power plant lol#and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit#your local hunters are gonna know somethings up#anyway#beat to shit Steve Harrington#my beloved#hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself#steve harrington#steddie#I spelled collar color and im not changing it#outsider pov#wayne pov#I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice#catholic wayne munson#jim hopper
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Butcher Wally Darling
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Hunter Reader
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You had been hunting for years now, starting when you were a child. But that is what you are only truly good at. So you made a career out of it but the one problem you had for awhile was that who was gonna want your kill.
That was until you met with the new butcher in the neighborhood. "Is it true that you are the local hunter?" "Why who is asking!?" "Oh don't worry, you see I just moved here with my butcher shop and I really need some new meat". After a bit of chatting you agreed only with pay at the end.
That is how you and Wally began a good co-worker frendship. At first Wally was confused on why he was excited to see you at the end of the month and how he would get so upset when he saw you with anyone else. Wally thought that his excitement was due to the meat but soon it hit him he was in love you.
You had just got done hunting and seeing how you had enough time to go over to you and see Wally the butcher. You went inside to see Wally getting ready to place some meat out for display. "Oh neighbor I didn't see you there, How have you been" " Just tired so do you just want me to bring it in" "Yes Y/n that would be nice". Wally watched you as you picked up the bag and headed to the back. Wally's face grew red as he noticed your muscles, probably due to all the hunting.
"So you gonna close soon?", Wally snapped out of his trance when you spoke up. "Well in a bit" "Mind if I sit around for awhile I'mma but lazy to head home. Just wanna regain my energy" "Oh no problem", Wally said as you tanked him and went to go sit down.
This wasn't the first time you had done this. Wally did end up making you something as he just sat there and listened to you ramble. "You know Wally the way you butcher the meats it's just perfect kinda lucky to have you in the neighborhood". Wally's face was growing more red by the second as you were confused by the look on his face. "You know Y/n you really are the best hunter I know. But I do hope one day I can see you outside of our usual jobs", your eyes grew wide as Wally's eyes looked down away from yours.
"I would love that, Pick you up tomorrow before you close", Wally only nodded his head watching you finish eating and leaving his shop. And Man Wally couldn't wait as he finally got his hunter the one he really wanted and he would make sure you two would be together.
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Hey um. This is my first time doing an ask but can u maybe please write an enemy to lovers
Sam and reader (reader is assumed to be vamp or wolf or something else but is innocent and 100% human)
Misunderstanding
(Sam x Reader)
I tried my best to fit the prompt, so I hope I did okay and that you like it! Enjoy!
Warnings/Promises: Gunshot wound, canon level violence, smut, screaming kink, unprotected sex/ creampie (wrap it before you tap it), slight praise, kind of like an enemies to lovers thing, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something.
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You were on a case, hunting what seemed to be a werewolf. After three days and no luck, you decided to take a break and hit the local bar. Now, you were on your way back to the motel, when someone screamed help from an allyway.
You turned the corner to see the werewolf running off and a man lying dead on the ground.
You walked over and crouched beside him to check for a heart, and sure enough, it was missing.
You sighed and wiped the blood that got on you on your pants. You were about to go call the cops about the body when someone called out behind you.
"Hey!"
You turned and saw two guys at the other end of the ally right as one of them shot a silver bullet into your shoulder, just missing your chest and heart.
You stumbled and collapsed against the wall, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and reaching for your gun with the other.
"What the fuck?!? Who the fuck are you!?!?" You called out to the guys.
"Shit. She's not a wolf..." The taller one said as they both ran up to you.
"Wolf? As in "Werewolf"?" You asked, still leaning against the wall, a slight strain to your voice from the pain.
How did they know about werewolves?
"Yeah. We're looking for a werewolf..." The shorter one says.
"Wait, so you're hunters?" You asked, confused.
"Yeah, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. So, are you a hunter too then?" The tall one replied.
"Y-yeah... Did you say Winchester? As in *the* Winchesters?" Your eyes went big.
"Uh, heh, yeah. That's us." Sam chuckled as you stumbled a bit. "Oh, yeah, sorry about shooting you... Here, let me see..." He moved your hand away from the wound and examined it. "Whew, yeah, you're gonna need stitches for that. We can take you back to our bunker and fix you up there if you want."
He reached his hand out to help you stand up from on the wall.
"Thank you." You murmured, accepting his hand. "I'm Y/n, by the way. Y/n Y/l/n."
They helped you back to their 67' Chevy Impala and drove you to the bunker.
Once you got there and they stitched and patched you up, you leaned back in your chair. You glanced at the room around you, which was a library with shelves filled with countless books on legends and lore.
"Y'all have a nice place." You sighed and relaxed your body.
"Thanks." Sam smiled and sat down beside you, turning on the little lamp in the center of the table.
Dean came walking into the room with three beers in hand.
"Want one?" He asked and looked at you. When you gave him a nod he tossed it to you, then tossed another to Sam, before sitting down across from you and opening his own.
You cracked open the bottle and took a nice sip, then sat it back down, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you admired the men before you.
The three of you had sat there and talked for a while and drank a few beers, when Dean stretched.
"I think I'm gonna call it a night. See y'all later." Dean said though a yawn as he gathered all the empty beer bottles the three of you had accumulated.
"Kay, g'night Dean." Sam called to his brother.
"Night, Sammy." Dean called back as he walked off to go to his room for the night.
Once Dean was out of earshot, Sam turned to you, a slight smile forming across his face.
"Y'know, I've been thinking, this whole time while we've been sitting here, about how pretty you are." He said, his smile growing.
"Really?" Your face flushed.
"Yeah. And I do kind of have some making up with you to do after I shot you and all..." His face flushed as well. You could tell he was a bit nervous.
Taking the hint that he was trying to flirt, you leaned forward.
"How about you do some making *out* with me instead, and we'll call it even?~" You smirked, making him blush harder.
"Deal." He whispered, smirking back, before scooting closer to connect lips with you.
When his mouth reached yours, you couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement, a thin layer of sweat forming on both of your bodies. You scooted out of your chair and into his lap, wrapping your thighs around him. He groaned around your lips as you deepened the kiss, your tongue twirling around his.
"We should probably go somewhere more private." He said, breaking the kiss.
You nodded in agreement, and he grabbed onto your thighs, picking you up as he stood from the chair. You twirled his thick hair around your fingers and nipped at his neck as he carried you back to his room.
The door opened and shut with a creak and left you and Sam alone in the privacy of his bedroom to do as you pleased. You were shaking with excitement and lust as he laid down on the bed with you. You wasted no time finding each other's lips again and you both let out tiny groans of enjoyment as you kissed enthusiastically.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded in a deep and rough tone.
You did as you were told and stripped off your clothing, starting with your blood-stained shirt, until all that was left on you was the patch over your wound.
"You're even prettier than I'd thought you would be." He gawked as he removed his own clothing.
Your eyes went wide at the sight of him. How the hell were you going to take all of that??? He noticed the way you were staring and chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle at first until you get used to me."
You nodded and then pulled him back down on the bed and kissed him. It was like he was a drug or something. You just couldn't get enough. Every second that your lips were away from his felt like an eternity-long withdraw.
He moved his hand to his cock to line it up with your soaking wet cunt.
"May I?" He asked, waiting for you to consent to him entering you.
"Please..." You moaned, needing him inside you like a fish needs water.
He slowly pushed his tip in, causing you to let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.
"Do you need me to stop?" He says, worried he hurt you.
"No, please, God no, don't stop." You begged through a moan.
"Okay, let me know if you do need me to stop though, okay?" He said as he pushed in deeper.
"Okay." You said while you moaned and mewled in pleasure as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. You could feel every last bit of him as he eased into your throbbing core.
"Tell me when you're ready for me to move." He said as he bottomed out, his hips against yours.
"Okay, you can move." You said with a deep breath.
He pulled out slowly, until just his tip was inside of you, then he pushed back in, then out, then in, then out, then in.
"Mmm, fuck Sammy, you're gonna kill me. Faster." You whined.
He sped up his movement just slightly, making a subtle difference.
"Mm, no, *faster*. If you don't hurry up and fuck me right, I might explode." You exclaimed, desperation clear in your tone.
"Yes, ma'am." He replied jokingly, pulling his hips away and then pushing back in at a finally decent pace.
"Ahhh, that's more like it." You sighed, moving your hips to meet his with each thrust.
"Yeah... Damn, you feel amazing." He praised, groaning in pleasure.
"Fuck!" You yelped out as he hit your g-spot, sending an extra strong jab of pleasure through your core. "Mm, fuck, right there..." You spread your legs further to give him more room to move inside you.
At this, he sped up, pushing harder into your g-spot with each thrust into you until you were practically screaming.
"Ah, shit, you sound perfect. Keep screaming, baby." He groaned, moving his hands to your hips and pushing even harder to make you scream louder.
"F...f... fu... mm... FUCK, SAMMY. MMMN~" You yelled out as you squeezed around his cock and came so hard your vision went fuzzy.
He kept moving in and out of you, until his rhythm faltered, and his pace sped up for the final pushes into you until he came inside you, digging his fingers into your sides hard enough to leave marks.
"Wow." Was all he could manage to say as he exhaled heavily and rolled over onto his back beside you.
"I agree. Wow." You sighed, still euphoric and half blind with pleasure.
You huffed out with a soft "hmmm~" and scooted in closer to Sam's giant figure that lay next to you on the bed.
"You're good at that." You spoke softly after a moment.
He just smiled in response and chuckled as he laid there with you in his arms.
You were both already about to pass out, when there was a thump at the door.
"Y'all okay in there? I woke up to Y/n screaming." Dean's tired voice could be heard from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, we're good." Sam called and you both let out a little laugh.
"Ohh... alright then." Dean replied as it clicked in his head what types of screams they were. "Well, I'm going back to sleep then. Try to keep it down."
"We won't!" You called to him, fully intending on screaming at the top of your lungs next round.
Sam just laughed, gently kneading one of your breasts in his hand.
"So, I guess that means this is a more than one round type of thing then?"He suggested, smiling at you coyly.
"Mmhmm. I hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight~" You purred, pulling him back up against you.
"Oh, I don't plan on sleeping for a week if you're gonna keep this up the whole time~" He groaned back, snatching you by the hair into an aggressive kiss before climbing on top of you for round two.
-SP<3
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Strawberry Fields (sonhei com campos de morango) - Alastor X Reader fic
Summary: On a dreadful night, Alastor goes to collect one of his contracts. Something goes terribly wrong. He finds you.
Warnings: fem!reader, Human!reader, smut, 18+, period sex, overstimulation, light cannibalism, blood, A LOT OF BLOOD, general creeppiness, Alastor is in hell for a reason, oral sex, alastor kind of hunts reader down, possessive!Alastor
A/N: Soooo!! This was a long time coming but here it is. This idea has been on my mind for a long time now and I wanted to test the waters before i commit to a long fic. I hope you guys like it, i'm kinda on the fence about it. I'm working on the requests and they should be out soon I PROMISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Also I got a little carried away, i'm sorry. Hope you guys enjoy it. It's always a pleasure to write for you. The visuals and the title for this fic are heavily inspire by this music video. Not the lyrics tho, i always felt like the singer did a poor job with this concept and i wanted to do it justice.
Taglist: @markster666@jyoongim@stygianoir @pepperycookie@fraspent @aether-th3-enby @lady-valtieri @karolinda007-blog @jesi-pinkman@polytheatrix If the tags aren’t working or you wanna be tagged, let me know.
You curse when another sharp stone cuts your feet.
You regret it a second later when you hear the ominous sounds that reverberate through the trees. They are closing in on you.
You don’t know how you got here, you just know now you are running for your life inside these woods now. The only guiding light, a full moon that looks weirdly otherworldly.
Adrenaline burns inside your bloodstream, the forest seems devoid of any living thing. It’s only you and whoever is chasing you. You wish you could hear gunshots, you wish you could hear screams. Anything besides the occasional twig snap or wind caressing the pine trees’ leaves. The eerie silence is deafening, and worse: the eerie silence makes you even more aware of your situation.
It’s incredible how everything gets clearer when you’re about to die.
Maybe you shouldn’t have traveled alone, maybe you shouldn’t have decided to go somewhere where the closest thing to civilization is the village’s old-yet-charming dinner.
You just wanted a little bit of quiet, a place that made introspection inviting. Next time you should go for a beach vacation.
Next time? why does next time sound so… far away? Somehow your feet carry you away from the forest’s well marked path and deeper into the thick vegetation, hiding behind a large tree. You gained a few minutes on them by taking a detour.
Breathe. Remember to breathe.
Right, your mind remembers. You’re being hunted down like prey in the creepy horror film woods, time to focus on surviving again. You can overthink later.
You assess your options: you can keep going into the woods, a deadly game of hide and seek. Zig-zag through the trees, keep them guessing. There’s a good chance you will find wildlife as you go deeper. This could be a problem, it’s too dark to make anything out, an encounter could cause enough of a distraction, you could take advantage of that. Or you could end up mauled. Plus, you are absolutely positive there are bear traps somewhere. If you're gonna die, make your death less dumb. Quite an embarrassing topic of discussion in the afterlife, saying that you died like horror film pretty girls making dumb decisions that you clearly would never make in a situation like that. You just know they are incredible hunters, you need to take them out of their element, expose them.
So yeah, going deeper isn't an option.
Something catches your eye, there’s a big opening in the thick vegetation, there’s a clearing ahead and… sparks? You definitely see a light. You were told by the locals how the population is scattered across acres and acres of practically untouched wilderness, there’s also the park’s rangers stationed on specific places that grant them a visual advantage in case of emergencies. A big clearing is perfect for that. Maybe, just maybe there’s hope.
Of course bolting there will make you terribly exposed, they will know your position all the time, and they can still hunt you hidden by the edge of the trail. Besides there’s no guarantee of what awaits you when you reach the promised land, they could have a partner waiting, there could be nothing at all there. Taking this risk for nothing sounds worse than being lured into a trap. You just have this gut feeling that’s where you should go. Your brain starts to pick the plan apart, this doesn’t sound good. Hesitation can be fatal. But you are all adrenaline and primal flight intistic -
The decision was made for you, you start running again. Taking advantage of the final stretch of cover you still have until you hit the trail again, you take several deep breaths. Oxygen needs to keep coming, so you can make decisions, so your limbs can respond quickly. Your peripheral catches something that’s also running. It’s a stag.
He’s also prey. He’s an omen. He’s your cue.
You leap across some fallen branches and your scratched feet land on the main trial. As soon as you complete your first step you hear movement and hurried voices. They are onto you. “What do we say to the good of death? Not today” you give yourself a pep-talk as you keep running. Maybe thinking this is all fiction will help you survive this, detach yourself from the situation, don’t think about the consequences, just act.
And like that, you don’t stop running. You sing your abcs to focus and stop spiraling. Evolution is truly amazing, the cuts you suffered don’t hurt anymore, precious shooting adrenaline, adrenaline that makes you tunnel vision towards your objective. By now you know where to step, when to dodge, when to slow down and when to go faster. Millennia of sheer force of survival catching up to you.
breathe, remember to breathe.
You inhale a good chunk of oxygen and look ahead. There’s a man on the edge of the tree line and a few meters left. Your mind wants to sing in victory, but you refrain from that, you know better than that it only ends when it’s over-
You’re positively sprinting towards the man right now, like he is your assured salvation. Something inside you screams louder and louder guiding you to him and you follow the sound.
You hear gunshots.
So noooooow they bring out the guns? That’s low.
But that’s a good thing right? If they are shooting they are getting out of time. A single gunshot can take you down and they can smoothly and swiftly carry you away, like it’s a normal hunt. No one will question shooting something they didn’t see getting shot so deep into these woods. But shooting a girl in front of a witness? that’s for amateurs right? So, the man is not a partner you decide.
remember to breathe, you are not breathing.
You are so close now, you see an outstretched hand coming your way only a few more steps
breathe.
You don’t, instead you leap towards your loosely established finish line and take the hand an-
Dirt greets your face as you fall face first into the trail, and you crawl like a zombie that just rose from its grave. You have a collection of new cuts and scrapes now, it hurts and you can’t bite your lip to suppress the pain. Still, you intertwine your fingers with his, your other arm aggressively seeking for leverage, clinging to your flesh lifeline. You blur out a bunch of incoherent things as he effortlessly lifts you up in one swift motion.
“Get behind me, my dear.” he asks. He has a weird voice almost like it leaves something in the air that caresses your skin, an inviting voice nonetheless. You hide yourself inside the crook of his arm, giving you the ability to witness just a little bit of the action there’s about to happen. You never let go of his hand. Your prince charming feels awfully cold.
Alastor waits, rather impatiently, for his clients to arrive. Making a deal with a human is his ticket topside and Hell is still terribly boring, even with the hotel. The Radio Demon was no stranger to contracts with humans, they were a win-win situation. Those who seek him always have a taste for the wicked and deranged, so it’s easy to figure out what they want and twist it for his own benefit. When they inevitably die, be it death by old age or death by occupational hazard, Alastor gets useful men from the moment they manifest in Hell. They always know exactly where they are and why, they are not confused sinners, petty crime or moral crime sinners. They are, most times, skilled killers who take no trouble doing Alastor’s bidding. An accomplished killer in life makes an even better prolific hellish soldier, someone who will continue indulging in their desires without the constraints of society, but eternally tied down by Alastor’s constraints. With the right incentive, they can rise in the ranks and become treasured resources for the overlord. Plus, the camaraderie isn’t all bad. Takes one to know one, they say.
However, humans these days are getting careless, sloppy. This entire display is proof of that, they should be over to kill and cover their tracks alone. The basics, for hell’s sake.
Alastor only takes care of the details. Tampering with some evidence here, getting a victim on the right place at the right time there. The occasional final encouragement to give into the darkness and finally kill, some advice. A self respecting killer should be able to kill and get away with it without the demon’s aid. He’s there for consulting and making sure there are no loose ends.
But never this. Having to intervene in the middle of a kill because his client made a very very big mess that screams “you’re getting caught!” is below him. Amateurs are not worth Alastor's time.
The two men approach the tree line, clearly worked up from the hunt and shocked to see him there. If Alastor is withholding a victim, something went very, very wrong.
“Good night my good fellows!” the greeting leaves his lips in an overly-chirpy tone. Is that static in his voice? Radio static? Is that what’s leaving goosebumps on your skin? The stress and the adrenaline are making you imagine things. You took the “pretend this is all a fantasy and you the main character” too seriously. Because now you are hiding behind Darth Vader’s skirts. That’s impossible, right? right?
“Great.” you can see the sarcasm dripping from one of your aggressors. “You’re here to watch?” the question asked all passive aggressive with an edgy tone. That’s definitely a teenager. What the fuck? you were being chased by a high school kid? This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, how can a teen pull this off? And you almost died? What? Your mind starts spirling.
Alastor ignores the son, is the father he cares about. They’ve known each other for years now, and he’s underperforming to say the least. He waits for the father to address him, it’s his mess after all. The older man gives his son a stern look and finally breaks the silence.
“Goodnight. We didn’t expect to see you here tonight, to be honest.’”
The second voice is much older. That doesn’t quiet your thoughts at all. Is this a cult initiation thing? Hunting girls down like they are prey? WHY DID YOU TRAVEL TO THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE IN THE FIRST PLACE??? OF COURSE THERE WOULD BE CULTS HERE, DUUUUH. IF I WAS IN A CULT THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECT PLACE TO HIDE. There are so many voices screaming inside your head now, you are shivering. With anger, anticipation, fear. Your inner monologue overrides your brain and you are not sure you can cope with everything that’s going on. The voices, all the voices, sound wrong. They land weirdly inside your ear and you need to think hard to understand the words, you know how crucial every piece of information is. They could make all the difference when you talk to the police. They could help a conviction when you are on the stand, giving your official statement. You are surviving this. You are going to watch these fuckers get life in prision or worse. You are surviving this right? There’s so much you haven’t thought through. Whose hand are you holding again?
“Oh please. Don’t act all coy now, it doesn’t suit you old friend” Alastor is starting to cross the line from nuisance to anger. He twirls his microphone in annoyance, and makes sure to sink it deep into the moist ground. “Let me remind you about the terms of our agreement. For each 2 kills you make, one soul is mine to take. Or am I wrong?”
“No. You aren’t”. The father answers through gritted teeth. “But I never thought you would want to collec-” Alastor tilts his head, his grin widens and he snaps “Never thought what? That I would claim what I am owed at my leisure? That I would stop waiting patiently for you, acting at your whim? You earned the privilege of killing unbothered by my vigilance. Because you always delivered your side of the bargain with excellence. I can revoke said privilege whenever I want. Especially after this pitiful performance.” The seasoned killer seems to slightly cower at Alastor’s words. Good. He always regarded the demon without fear or trepidation. His work was meticulous, spotless, basically perfect. And that gave him the justifiable confidence for going toe to toe with the Radio Demon during conversations, a bargaining chip during dealings of his contracts. Few could say that.
You feel nauseous. Reality is crashing down at you hard and fast. How many people have these people killed? They are trading lives like it is the stock market, and yet you can’t let go of your prince charming’s hand. There’s no rational thought to justify it, actually rational thought is also being slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb tonight, because despite the gigantic red flags you are not letting go of this man’s hands. Everything about him screams danger, everything about him screams your safety. He’s the type of paradoxical that messes with your primal senses, that makes a moth go to the lights that will kill it.
From the crook of his arm you finally gather the courage to open your eyes. You try to look up to your prince charming, but his face is concealed by the shadows of the night. Actually, everything of importance seems to be conveniently hidden from you. Your aggressor’s faces look distorted, recognizable traits melting together like watercolor painted by 100 shades of darkness, voices and words fuse together creating only cacophony. You hear things, you see things, but you can’t discern them. The three men keep going back and forth, but their conversation seems to dissipate into the air. Everything about this feels like a dream.
Of course you can’t register anything of importance. Alastor makes sure of it. You are a potential victim after all. A liability, capable of making a positive identification. It’s wishful thinking that someone would take your account of what’s happening on this dreadful night seriously.
Alastor has no shame in using the prejudices of your world to his advantage. If you were to tell, everyone would make the assumption that you are “just another hysterical woman, thinking too much about folktales”. You had too much to drink, partied too hard. Hallucinogens are a common party drug and this is the result of a bad trip. At worst, “someone tried to spike your drink, but nothing happened. You should be thankful, not getting in the way of important police work”. Alastor also knows that injustice is no real crime, and yet he decided to spare you. It doesn’t feel fair for you to perish in such crude ways, a practice run for a post pubescent, obnoxious serial killer in training. A precious thing like you should be honored, savored. In the odd chance that your voice was heard, the Radio Demon guarantees that no reliable information will come out of your mouth. His clients might be lacking, but in the dealmaking business your words are your worth and Alastor has a silvertongue. Surely that pretty mouth of yours won’t be a problem.
“I’m afraid I have to insist, my good friend. The pair of you caused enough damage already with these sloppy, impetuous spree killings. Your law enforcement is already on your scent, tracking the pattern and by the looks of it tonight’s mess will send quite a message. A message that I will have to make sure is delivered faultlessly. I will uphold my hand of the bargain, you will uphold yours. The girl will be spared. There’s plenty of prey out there, plus her death would only act as an aggravation, she’s not your type, and trust me, they will know you made a mistake, you will be exposed.” The Radio Demon’s patience is wearing thin. He shouldn’t have to justify his actions to humans. There’s no compromise to be found here, they went to him and the deal is always on his terms. You squeeze his hand really tight during the discussion of your scheduled demise, like a reminder that you are still there. Still afraid.
How cute. Alastor thinks. Your adrenaline is starting to wear off, dissipating into the cool forest breeze and opening space for a strong sense of false security, equally as inebriating. The smell of your sweet fear laced blood is unmistakable, assaulting your savior’s nostrils. Your knees buckle, and you struggle to keep yourself on your feet, clinging to prince charming’s hand for dear life. “Breathe darling, you are forgetting to breathe” He turns quickly towards you, his voice impossibly soft, shooting. You try to look up at charming’s face again, the only new discovery made is that he's awfully tall, and his face is still hidden by opaque darkness. You work really hard on breathing normally again, but you want to keep looking. Their faces are a monstrous distortion, vacant eyes that seem to cry blood. Your entire body tingles, you feel weird goosebumps. It takes all of your willpower to keep standing. You won’t lay yourself at their feat, defeated, like the corpse they would drag from these woods. But you just can’t keep looking, so you shut your eyes and grip the hand that has become your lifeline even tighter.
“You won’t even truly use the bitch, she’s no use for you” The entitled brat opens his mouth again. That’s the trigger.
The Radio Demon grows as tall as the native pine trees, his antlers furiously expanding and casting a shadow so dark over the two serial killers that the moon is completely obstructed. The only source of light in the forest now is the burning red dials of his eyes. The father sees the burning inferno of Alastor’s eyes and for the first time he is speechless. Maybe the realization of where destiny is sending him finally happens. The son sees raw, untamed power for the first time in his life and cowers like a scared puppy. Pathetic.
“Now let’s get something clear here. I’m only tolerating your insolence because of my decade long relationship with your father.” You shut your eyes harder, your eyelids a shield from whatever is about to happen. Foreboding making the forest air too thick for you to breathe. You finally break down and start crying, too fucking much. Alastor’s face meets the son on eye level. His teeth are bared, static picks up around the group to the point both men are struggling to breathe. A clawed hand traps the father’s face, a trail of blood dripping from the older serial killer’s cheek.“He’s as close to a professional as our kind gets. Shame the same thing can’t be said about you. This juvenile outburst does not make you more feared nor does it assert your dominance. It displays how weak you are, inept to succeed on this because you can’t keep your entitled demeanor in check. You are not owed anything in this lifestyle, if you want something you need to prove you’re worthy of it by taking it yourself. Whining like a petulant child won’t get you anywhere” You feel dizzy, the earth beneath your feet quakes, whoever, whatever is holding your hand is sheeting with rage so consuming the ground shakes with the intensity of their emotions.
Alastor’s attention is now focused on the father, the red inferno from his eyes making the man feel genuine fear for the first time in his long, violence-filled life. “Teach your spawn some manners and proper work, otherwise get him out of my sight. This was a courtesy. Fulfillment failings lead to contract termination, and contract termination means a lot of details appearing. You do not wish to make an enemy of me” Alastor delivers his last threat with a snarl. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the intensity of his words, you feel a powerful rush of wind, leaves ruffling, hurried steps and suddenly the world is at a standstill. The forest seems devoid of life excluding you, your mysterious prince charming and your two aggressors. All of your senses are assaulted with an overwhelming feeling of wrongness… darkness. Darkness that feels like the most luxurious silky dress on your skin, the most intense look of a passionate lover. It feels dangerously alluring and your will power is being gladly tempted by it.
You feel like you’ve been holding your breath for hours, the rollercoaster of adrenaline inducing hyperventilation and conscious calming breaths making your brain enter some sort of high. Is that what people felt after a battle in ancient times? Is that what It means to stare death in the face and come out victorious? You don’t understand what you are feeling, but when oxygen finally feels normal again, tall, dark and handsome is escorting you deeper into the woods and you don’t even care.
You’ve just slayed the dragon with your bare hands. You don’t care. You just want to bask on the feeling. To fucking feel. To remind yourself that you are still alive.
Alastor is drunk on something that he rarely indulges in. Desire. Pure, raw carnality that makes him antagonize one of his greatests clients. Someone Alastor awaited his inevitable death with anxiety and hopefulness, someone he could actually call more than a partner in crime when in hell. A friend. A friendship born from blood and gore but bathed in kinship and inexplicable understanding of one’s dark nature. And the Radio Demon almost killed the man and his useless spawn and fucked everything up because when he saw your running for your life something ignited inside him. When you squeezed his hand so tightly, with such abandon and trust, like he was an Angel sent from heaven to protect you when reality was the most wicked antonym.
Alastor spared you because you were prey. Beautiful, delicious prey that defied your destiny by accepting the nature of your condition. You didn’t dare to fight, you didn’t dare to think you could stand a chance against your hunters. You just fled. You fled and was perfectly lured into another trap, you doubled the bet when you held his hand and didn’t let go, serving all of your vulnerability on a silver platter to someone you deep down knew was way worse than any serial killer.
Prey, that will chew its own leg to get out of a trap. Prey, that will offer herself to the most ungodly creature around if it means she can survive a few more moments, just to spite those who started the chase. Prey, that now holds his hand completely carefree and all giggles while she is led to a much more final and insidious type of slaughter. Prey that he was now going to claim.
Your wounded feet start to land on soft squishy things, a familiar scent invades your nostris. From the scent of sweat, blood and gore now to the scent of juicy, plump strawberries.
“Hey, are we on a strawberry field?” it’s the first time you addressed him directly. You trail behind him, hurried steps crushing the strawberries on your way. You look up and for the first time you can see open skies. “You don’t need to worry my dear, you are perfectly safe now”
Are you?
You decide that he doesn’t sound like Darth Vader anymore, his voice is impossibly staticy, it prickles your skin and it feels like goosebumps that accompany butterflies on your stomach. He sounds like someone you would meet at a ball and have a cinderella moment with. The blanket of stars that illuminates the clearing you ferociously fought for grants you a better vision of his figure: scarlet red, snug tailcoat, perfectly tailored. Long legs and trousers that fit like skinny jeans. He dresses like the lead singer from a classic emo band. You can’t say you are complaining, you always loved the idea of a tall dark and handsome prince charming.
“So, you have some weird friends don’t you?” you ask him. You can hear him chuckle, it is a very pleasant sound. Suddenly the twirls you, a fucking disney princess’ musical number twirl, and you find yourself in front of very big bed.
With impeccable white sheets, you mind adds. Must be really hard to maintain white sheets in the middle of a strawberry field. Wait, what is a king size bed doing in the middle of th-
“Ah, I don’t really do friends, more like reluctant colleagues” bootleg brandon urie is the melancholic type, then.
Alastor finally takes a good look at you when you take your seat on the bed with a contented sigh. You look marvelous. Your hair is messy and wild, your cheeks and neck flushed red from the effort. Your eyes big and pliant, waiting for his answers. You look so human, so deliciously alive. He desperately wants to be the cause of your disarray, to make the blood rush to your face under his materfully wicked touch. To feel your pulse fluttering when he touches your neck.
You still can’t see all of him though. There’s stars, a big full moon whose light outstretches far, bathing the clearing in ethereal silver. The brightest lights cast the darkest shadows, your savior is always in the shadows.
By now you know he is purposefully hiding his identity from you, but you always liked a game. Plus you don’t really have anything to lose now, you just want to forget everything that happened to you tonight, you just want to inebriate yourself, and charming really looks like someone who could show you a good time.
Either that or you are having a psychotic break after enduring life threatening stress.
Anyway, you decide to bite. One possible psychotic murder, funny, charming murderer is better than two lukewarm ones.
“Do you always take random women to a creepy bed with impeccable white sheets in the middle of the woods or am I just special?” not a chuckle now, a laugh. A beautiful, full laugh. The residual static on your skin making you shiver.
Alastor completely understands what you are trying to do, and it’s truly hilarious. Your petulance and sarcasm towards him means to an end. You’re so precious, talking to him like this, thinking you could take him at his own game. What a beauty! Seeing you think you are succeeding in this only for him to take that conviction away from you at the last minute is going to be so entertaining. He wants you to dig your own grave, lay yourself at his feet.
He doesn’t indulge you, instead he takes a thick, silky strand of your hair and inhales deeply. You smell like sweet innocence and summer. It makes Alastor euphoric.
His head tilts down as he smells your hair. You don’t that’s creepy, it looks creepy, it sounds creepy, but you feel reverence in his action.
And then out of the shadows comes a revelation, you see his horns. You suspected his unhumanity, but the confirmation of it knocks the wind out of you. Your eyes widen, you simply cannot make sense of this night, everything feels too surreal and raw reality at the same time, it’s giving you whiplash.
“Are you the devil?” you ask him without much consideration of the weight of this question. You do your best to keep your voice from failing but it’s impossible. You never dropped his hand, in fact you feel like you are permanently attached to him, like a marble statue. Your fingers open and interlock again and again, reflecting your anxiety, but you don’t let go.
You can’t see it, but Alastor’s grin is as big as a cheshire cat’s.
“Do you seek the devil?” answering a question with a question. Smoke and mirrors. Alastor waits for you to answer, but you don’t. You don’t know what to answer, you try to contemplate if enganding further could mean eternal damnation, or if you are already damned. Is he going to make you an offer you can’t refuse? an offer you aren’t allowed to refuse? Alastor will blame it on lack of patience, but the fact is he can’t wait anymore to taste you, there’s a burning desire inside him, that only gets more and more ferocious as he tastes the inebriating smell of your fear blessing the air he breathes again.
He removes your interlocking fingers, his hand quickly trapping your tiny wrist inside. You hear heavy breathing.
“Or do you seek a taste of the forbidden fruit?” The demon licks the long cut across our open palm. His tongue is sensual and cold, the sensation of it slowly dragging across your wounded skin a soothing balm. You moan, he growls. “Forbidden fruit it is.” he announces, delivered like a sentence.
You are completely free of his touch for the first time since it all began, but it feels like you just suffered an enormous loss. You feel taunted, like someone just dangled a shiny new thing in front of you and took it away. It’s like your entire being has become tunnel vision and you need to get to the bottom of this, whatever this is. Consequences be damned.
You watch closely as your paranormal paramour moves towards the bed, he is completely concealed by the darkness. Darkness deep and palpable, he morphs within it. The visuals are beautiful, it looks like one of the art’s greatest masters is painting a watercolor in front of you. Darkness from absence of light floating and mixing with otherworldly opaque darkness, flowing like a river. You wonder if it would run through your fingers like water if you touch it.
Antlers. He has antlers, not horns.
The not-devil settles himself behind you, back against the headboard. He quickly maneuvers you onto his lap, grabbing you by the waist. You squeal in surprise as more of him touches you, now pressed flush against his hard chest you feel something you shouldn’t be feeling, nonetheless resistance is futile, you spread your legs giving him more access. He has barely touched you, and yet you are completely surrendered to him.
Alastor wasn’t joking when he established that a woman like you should be savored, slowly consumed so he can extract everything you have to offer. He knows your mind is exhausting itself trying to discern what is happening, how the body and the spirit get more susceptible to succumb to desire after surviving imminent death, and he intends to take full advantage of it. Alastor wants to see you writhe under his touch, pain and pleasure. He wants to torment you and make you pay for existing near him, for making him careless. For making him indulge in carnality and arousal. But mainly, he wants to punish you, because you battled so hard for your survival against them. When you should fear him.
The Radio Demon touches your neck, exactly where your pulse is, where he can feel your beating heart, full of life pulsing. Life that taunts him and seduces him. The thump thump thump of your heart beneath his fingers like a moth going directly to the light that will kill it. He holds your entire life, your entire existence under his clawed finger, it makes him delirious.
You feel a sharp sting on your neck, fangs that break your skin and spill your blood, red and ready for his taking. Holding your breath while he sucks the life out of you, your head swims, and you drown on the feelings. You feel pleasure, forbidden pleasure from having something hurting and feasting on you.
“If you are not the devil, are you a vampire?” It might be a dumb question, but it’s the logical one. Sometimes the obvious needs to be said. He laughs again, a full deep laugh,mockery dripping from it.
“Why? If I were a vampire would it make you feel better about spilling your blood for me?” he dodges the question again. Bait and switch. He’s feeding on you and you are enjoying it.. You don’t know what he is, you don’t know his name. It only spurs the burning desire in the pit on your stomach.
Alastor licks the entire length of your neck, his other hand applying light pressure on your pulse point. He bites down on you again, harder, going deeper. You roll your eyes and moan obscenely as he sucks on it. This is going to leave a mark for sure, but you don’t care, because whatever he’s doing to you feels delirious, it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.
Your blood is dripping from Alastor’s lips, he licks it not wanting to waste a drop. He can taste your eagerness, your fear, your essence, your soul. The red liquid is solid proof of how alive and defenseless you are, completely at his mercy. You keep moaning and melting on his lap at his ministrations, a finger starts tracing your arm, feather light touch that leaves you shivering in anticipation.
He’s gently scratching, teasingly. It’s a claw, you realize. Another part of his unhumanity making you scared and deliciously trembling in anticipation. It’s Alastor’s turn to moan now, his clawed finger comes to torment your clothed nipple, he makes sure to do it tantalizing slow to give you just a taste of what it could be. He wants to hear you ask for it, beg even.
“I’m afraid I’m way worse than the Devil, little doe” his low, threatening tone makes you close your legs together and rub, desperately seeking friction, some relief.
“Re–really? You don’t sound that bad” A lie. You just want to say something back.
Your paramour laughs again, he takes your hand in his and starts making his way downwards.
“How precious are you, lying like that to me” He stops both of your hands on your lower belly, threatening to cross the point of no return. You squeal and struggle on a desperate attempt to raise your hips and get something more, anything.
Delighted in seeing you writhe this badly when he has not even properly touched you, Alastor squeezes your neck tighter, inflicting just enough pain and pressure to make you sing. The Radio Demon finally makes the decision and drops any pretense of moderation, hastily dropping the band of your panties and guiding your joined hands to your slit. “I can taste the fear in your blood, how your sense of pleasure has been forever skewed”.
The two digits tease your entrance that is coated with arousal and something more, his touch is masterful, like he knows the ways of the human body the same way a talented musician knows their way around an instrument. He makes you moan, he makes you sing with only the possibility of his actions. The idea of being taken by something unholy.
At last, Alastor finally enters your tight wet pussy, his finger guides yours as he undoes you in ways that should not be allowed. He pumps your cunt mercilessly, gone are the careful, calculated touches, he wants to make you crash and burn as quick as possible, he wants to make you understand that you crossed the most important line of your life. There’s no going back now, your pretty mortal body is forever tainted by unholiness, by his darkness.
“You spread yourself like this for me, a wanton little thing while I choke and feast on your blood”. Alastor curls the fingers inside you repeatedly making you move your hips in the maniac rhythm he has set. You ride your joined digits, moaning like a whore while your lover’s grip on your throat tightens and releases making your brain short circuits in pure unknown carnal feeling. “You are not the demure, feisty thing like you desperately tried to prove earlier. It only takes the slight touch of something forbidden to make you moan like a common whore” he adds another one of his huge fingers and starts scissoring inside you, the combination of two of his digits and your little one only adds insult to injury. You will never be able to replicate these ministrations, the feeling of being this full and stretched, you had a taste of the forbidden fruit, you are high on it and you will never get another hit on your own.
Alastor alternates between choking you and curling the fingers inside you, your lightheadedness combined with the assaulting pleasure making you feel feverishly delirious. Your body is hot from desire and adrenaline combined, a starking contrast to your mysterious lover’s touch, ice cold. The two of you distinct seasons, distinct stages of existence mixing together, life and death tethering each other, blurring the lines of worlds that shouldn’t exist together.
Orgasm building quickly, you grip the white sheets tighter and tighter and tighter but your fingers feel wet, you look down to see a mess of redness leaking from your core.
Oh fuck, you are on your period. You completely forgot about it. In normal circumstances you would feel mortified about being fingered like this while bleeding, but right now it makes things even more erotic, you’ve learned that your lover may not be a vampire, but he definitely has a thing for blood and something inside you ignites at the idea of letting him feast on your blood, eat you out while you bleed for him.
Your pussy flutters with the fantasy of that tongue working your pussy and with a particularly harsh pinch on your clit you are off. Waves of pleasure spread across your entire body like wildfire, he chokes you merciless making the urge to scream to the universe how fucking good you feel impossible. You want to scream his name, but you don’t know who he is, what he is. You just want more.
While you ride the waves of your orgasm unbothered Alastor takes the opportunity to take fingers from your pussy to his mouth, red with blood and slick with arousal, he moans audibly as he tastes you, the most intimate parts of you. Only a little bit of it inebriates him, this is better than 70% of what he does in Hell. This feels better than closing a new deal, watching the princess of Hell fail miserably at rehabilitating sinners. You taste so sweet, so alive and afraid. He’s hard with the conviction of how scared you are, of how he has permanently tainted something so innocent and pure. How you stupidly threw yourself to his mercy. Perishing at the hand of those serial killers is more merciful than him. And now you will know.
You must have babbled something while you came, about wanting to scream his name and not knowing it, because now you find yourself completely lying down, the bed feels soft like a cloud and you are sprawled like an angel, and he finally reveals something about him of his own volition.
“The name is Alastor, my dear. It has definitely been a pleasure meeting you.” Alastor, now you know, settles himself between your thighs and the pooling redness from your core. You feel him running his claws across the impossibly soft flesh of your inner thighs, you cover your face with your arm.
“Alastor I’ve never… No one has ever…” you trail off, you shouldn’t be embarrassed at this point, but nevertheless you feel your cheeks burning. Is he really going to eat your bloody pussy? fuck.
Alastor’s name on your lips sounds so soft, so pure. He wants to ruin it. He wants to destroy the careful constructed cognitive dissonance that makes you feel safe and comfortable around him. He wants you to be completely afraid and craving being scared of him, disrupting your sense of pleasure so he can ruin you completely, getting you hooked on him and delirious for more, willing to do anything for another taste of the forbidden fruit.
So, he makes you look.
“Look at me” you don’t want to. You feel a lot of things right now, but mainly you feel as if you really take a look at your dark lover tragedy is going to happen. Eros and psyche all over again, but bloodier.
He claws your thighs, you hiss at the delicious pain, but still disobey him.
“Look. At. Me” he snarls, definitely a threat. You feel yourself getting wetter.
Alastor slaps your ass, hard. He’s losing patience, his temper turning quick at the realization that you not knowing who he is isn’t a perfect plan.
You moan from the pain, from the sting. It feels wickedly erotic. You almost want him to hit you again. Since when pain felt so fucking good?
So you do, you finally look at him.
Red. The first thing that your brain fixates on is how much red there is. Scarlet red hair, red blood running down your core and staining the white sheets. Red claws that pierce your skin.
Red eyes. Burning red eyes that entrap you. It’s like you can see the blazing fire that tortures the damned inside those eyes.
If this is why people fall from grace, you totally understand the appeal now.
The second thing, the thing that makes you transfixed at the sight of him is how wrong he looks. His antlers are beautiful, growing from his scarlet hair beautifully adorning ears that look extremely soft, non-threatening, like a crown. His eyes are big and sharp, close together
while he stares at your soul, eyes of a predator in the middle of softness of prey. His grin is completely predatory, dangerous, sharp teeth that hurt and maul, but at the same time bite you just the right way to make you moan in raw carnality. The skin is pale, not in a michael-jackson-thriller-way but in an ethereal way. His voice is static that seems to tickle your skin, sometimes more than others. He’s paradoxical, everything you should be afraid of and the comfort you should seek at the same time. A force you shouldn’t meddle with. Primal and raw.
You may not know what exactly he is, but one thing is certain: he’s dangerously alluring, and you completely fell into his trap. But it hardly matters anymore, because he is about to drink blood from your pussy with that marvelous silvertongue of his.
“Fucking beautiful” you blur out, not realising he’s going to hear you.
One of Alastor’s eyebrows shoots up. He’s not regarded as beautiful often. Alluring, maybe.
He wants to make you pay for all the soft ideas you have about him.
You soon learn how hard it is to hold the gaze of your lover’s eyes, his burning red irises entrap you. It's impossible to look away but overwhelming to stare into.
“If all the mortal men you’ve been with are weak and pathetic enough to decline the dark gift of your bleeding cunt, then I’m honored to be your first” and without much more warning you feel a delicious cold tongue licking your entrance and you are off
Alastor isn’t eating you out, he’s feasting on you like you are his last chance of salvation. His face is completely buried deep in between your legs as his tongue assaults you at a merciless pace. He makes sure not to waste a drop of anything your gushing pussy gives him. His tongue enters you and the contrast between your tight heat and his coldness makes you delirious. Exquisite carnal pleasure, you could cum from it alone.
Alastor is having a hard time navigating this double edged knife: you don’t know who he is what is capable of, which means your aren’t near as scared of being this vulnerable with him as you should be, a literal cannibal delighting in your soft flesh, drinking the warmth of your sacred blood. You must taste delicious terrified. But the silver lining is that the fear he inspires would make any woman who knows more compliant to this, even offering this to him freely. You have no idea about his exploits, he can and he will tarnish you with all of his unholy darkness, wrecking your world during the eleventh hour when you realize what you’ve done, who you’ve so easily corrupted your morals and your spirit for. You’re so beautiful, so naive, so trusting, so alive. You moan “Alastor, Alastor, Alastor” soft ohhhs and aaaahs as he polishes your cunt, every sound you make, every twitch of your legs and roll of your lips reminding your ungodly lover of how delicate and rare you are, aiding him on his mission. Gripping the sheets isn’t enough anymore, you instinctively place your hands on his antlers, the texture indescribable. Again, the contradiction of the softness of his velvet and the sharpness of his teeth, wickedness of his tongue giving you whiplash. You start rubbing them furiously, trying to mirror his ministries on your swollen folds. It definitely is doing something to him because he drags his teeth along your inner tie, breaking more skin, drawing more blood, hissing. You scream at the heavenly pain mixed with unholy pleasure.
Normally, Alastor wouldn’t let anyone near his antlers, arguably the most sensitive part of his body. If worked right, the sensations take him to another level of desire, insane carnality. But you taste so sweet, rich blood mixed with erotic arousal on a soft flesh platter, he consumes your innocence as he coaxes another orgasm from you. You hold on to dear life on his antlers, his velvet shedding and bloodying your hands, running through adding to the painting of reds that connects you two. Something ignites on you and it’s the most intense orgasm of your life, you feel every nerve burning from everlasting fire, that transforms and transforms until it explodes in a supernova. You don’t have the strength to scream, so you whisper Alastor’s name like a filthy prayer.
He looks up grinning like a devil. Something makes you open your eyes as you ride out the waves of pleasure. There’s so much blood, blood dripping from his lips, blood on his nose, blood cascading down his bewitching face mixing in a flowing current of red, it ends in a glistening red pool where you meet each other in immoral sin, so inviting you could jump in. It’s like what would happen if the killers had caught you, but twisted into wicked, ungodly pleasure, it’s almost worse. Because well, if you’re killed you’d be dead and would never have experienced this, but now you have and the ephemerality of this night crashes on you and you feel conned, betrayed.
He licks his lips and stares right at you, a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes, you almost cum again.
Alastor feels delirious from the bloody mess in front of him, carnality so powerful it makes him insane, he needs to finish this. He needs to sink his cook deep into your slick cunt. Pushing himself up, he starts to position his cock on your entrance. He’s so tall, the shadows of his bloodied antlers cover you and hide the welcoming silver lighting of the moon. The stars look so different today, and the welcoming sight of a full moon looks merciless, devoid of warmth and hope.
“Women like you are not meant for mortal men. They cannot honor you, they cannot savor you, they cannot satisfy you. Once you take a bite of the forbidden fruit you understand your place. Pliant and submissive beneath me. To be ravished and tamed by something beyond puny mortality. You are made to me fucked, to be owned by the better man who defied destiny and transcended what the hands of fate enforced on him. You are Helen of Troy, tailor made to fit my cock, satisfy my thirst”
He teases your entrance with just the tip, making you greedly roll your hips towards him, a primal response to the ravishing words. Alastor laughs mockling at you attempt of getting him to fuck you on your terms, your time. You may not be aware of everything but by now you know you can’t outfox and fox on his own game.
“please. please. PLEASE” you scream the last word, you can’t take it anymore. A second without him touching your body feels like an eternity.
“Tsk. You look so pretty when you beg” the condescending compliment lands like music on your ears and he finally enters you. Inch after inch he spreads your tight walls open, practically breaking you. You understand now why people in times before yours had sex after battle. It’s the most rare and coveted feeling in existence, to greet imminent death, escape her fatal calling and then do the thing that undoubtedly proves you are alive. Only to meet her again at the finish line of carnal sensations and no rational thought. Primal need to feel, to live.
Alastor finally bottoms out with an animalistic growl, making your shiver under him. He fucks you at a merciless pace, he fucks you with haste, with urgency and abandon. He knows what he needs and he is going to take it.
“Hoooooly FUCK Alastor” you scream.
“There’s nothing holy here. Everything that’s holy has abandoned you. There’s only me, your wicked god who has you completely at his mercy, to fuck, to break” he takes it all out and enters you at once. You try so bad to look at him, to hold his piercing gaze with adamantine conviction but you can’t. It’s too much, overstimulation creeps on you and everything hurts. You shut your eyes.
“Look at me. Fucking look at me or I will stop” it’s not an order, it’s a threat. You should be scared, you feel scared, but tonight fear is diesel to your desire, and the pain makes you enter a mind numbing stage. The lines of torture and relief blurring together until you can’t discern a thing, you feel.
You do as you’re told. You look at him as he fucks you, thrusting like a mad man, obscene sounds reverberating throughout, you are being so loud you are sure they can hear you back on the village. The village, your cabin. You had a life before tonight. Will there be life after tonight?
You don’t have time to have an existential crisis because what Alastor does next gets your undivided attention.
“You will look at the demon who is ruining you, fucking you. You are no immaculate maiden anymore. You are a common whore for the Radio Demon” your eyes widen at the revelation. He is not a vampire, he’s not the devil. The fact that he is a demon and not satan makes you even more mortified, like you’ve settled for less. Just a little demon is what it takes to completely undo you.
Alastor keeps thrusting at a breakneck pace, feeling vindicated. He did exactly what he said he would do, he took the last fiber of comfort, of dignity away from you. He can see your entire world shattering on your beautiful doe eyes, making you finally feel the right amount of horror on the edge of a rapturous orgasm.
You feel true terror now, there was still a slimmer hope that he wasn’ evil incarnated, that he had a redeeming quality. After all, he saved you. Didn’t he save you? Or did you start something you are not even close to understanding? You feel terrified because there’s a demon fucking you, biting you, feasting on your blood and you fucking love it, you want it every night. You really took a bite from the forbidden fruit and ruined yourself.
“It’s too much, Alastor I can’t” the words leave your lips and feel like confession, like somehow if you admit your complete surrender it will absolve you of something.
“Too. Bad.” Alastor punctuates his point with delicious sharp trust after each word. He finally tainted you with his darkness and made you aware of it. He feels delirious, he feels like victory incarnated. Your moans grow louder and louder, now pleasure means pain, hell means rapture. Things that should not exist together making you feel the best you have ever felt. Tears spill from your eyes, the overstimulation something you’ve never felt before, mind numbing and life-altering.
In an act of paradoxical mercy, your demon lover rubs your clit and you’re out like a light. Your walls tighten around Alastor’s cock, and white hot pain, blinding red pleasure overcomes you. You feel like falling, you feel your literal fall from grace as your body tingles and burns with ineffable, forbidden pleasure. Alastor howls and cums inside you.
You land on silky, comfortable, alluring darkness.
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The cool forest breeze greets your abused skin, it stings but feels soothing at the same time. Paradoxical, like everything from this night. Alastor holds you tight, cradling your head on his chest, petting your hair. He draws lazy circles on your hip bone, featherlight touch, careful and coy. You turn on your side to face him.
“Can you see it now? It’s beautiful, he’s so beautiful” your mind asks you. You agree.
You start giggling, laughing. It is also so funny.
“What’s so funny, little doe?” Alastor asks you, genuinely amused. He feels elated from this night. He feels satiated, contented. It’s a very rare feeling for him.
“For a while I seriously considered you are an alien” you tell him, you can’t contain your laughter now. You are so silly. Alastor’s eyebrow shoots up, quizzical. He chuckles and indulges you. “Alien, is so mundane. You could never be an Alien, it’s way too easy”. What your giddy minds means is that now you know Alastor is anything but easy, actually there’s nothing like him. He’s something else. Something entirely different, a delicious mystery that creeps inside your heart, haunts you forever.
You stop laughing when realization hits you.
“Will I ever see you again, Alastor?” you ask him, your voice failing, nothing more than a whisper. You feel the ephemerality of this night, you feel daylight closing, ruthless sun rising that ends this everlasting dream.
Alastor stares deeply into your eyes, he sees your wanton desire, your trepidant expectations. “That depends entirely on you, my dear doe. It’s time to make a decision.” his voice is so soft it fucking hurts.
You look at the fading moon on the horizon, the distant stars judge you, the earliest of birds sing for you.
Yet from those starts, no light but rather, darkness visible.
-
You open your eyes, you feel impossibly rested. Your bed feels soft and you want to visit dreamland again, but the noise stops you.
Songbirds and blazing sirens mix together a cacophony of urgency. You get up fast, trying to remember little bits and pieces of the crazy dream you had and run to the big window across the room.
You look down, you see ambulances, police cars, lab coats and tall guys in FBI jackets.
Something definitely happened here last night.
That explains it then, the nature of your murderous dreams. The sirens creeped their way into your subconscious making that murderous, dreadful dream. You take a quick look and your hands and see nothing. Perfect, unblemished skin.
It felt so real. Strawberry fields and blood.
Your neighbor from across the street gestures manically at you from her window.
Fuck, it must have been really bad. There’s a lot of people at your doorstep.
Hurrying to put your robe on, you fly down the stairs towards the bustling crowd outside.
You are dying to know what happened. You were always a vivid dreamer.
You reach the hall and open the door, a polite officer starts talking to you.
You don’t notice the old radio on your vanity, or the opaque darkness that followed you from the corner of your room to the world outside.
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Ummm ummm ummmm ummmm UMMMMMMM
This is giving country boy from a small town who doesn't have many close friends because he has trust issues believing they all would leave him anyway. Instead his best friends are the animals on the farm he works for, befriends all the chickens and names them famous rappers like Ice Coop, LL Cool Lay, Snoop Chick, Eggnenim, Clucky Minaj, Henny Elliot etc. (he thinks-no, he knows he's funny) But Mr Hunter here harbours a secret (not really, a lot of people know). At night, when all the farm animals are asleep and his chores are done, he goes to town and performs at a local bar. And then comes along a certain someone who works for a record label. Oscar's boss needs a new artist, someone fresh, someone deep and if he doesn't get someone new quickly, then he's gonna be fired. So he ventures out to the country but unfortunately his car breaks down or something like that when it's literally close to ten at night, it's dark and he's supposed to be meeting with a potential artist in another state at 11 am the next morning. Wait, oh is that a bar? In walking distance? Maybe he could ask if there were any mechanic shops nearby that could help with their problem. Upon entering, he heard what he could only describe as euphonious. It was like he died and was outside heaven's gate hearing an angel sing. He tries to turn to the stage to see who this supposed angel is and oh.
Ohhhhhhh. He even looks like an angel. The fluorescent lights on his blondish hair makes it look like a halo. Oscar stays awhile, asks the bartender if they could call someone to tow his car and just sits down to enjoy the vie- uh umm voice yea voice.
Bla bla bla, they get to talking, Logan starts to trust Oscar, bla bla bla, they both confess bla bla bla they're in love your honor. Then Oscar brings up the prospect of Logan signing for a record label and obviously Logan's hesitant but he can trust Oscar right? So he goes along with Oscar's plan, follows him back to the city to yk go and audition for a record label that Oscar's apparently familiar with.
Logan meets Oscar's boss and bam, his boss reveals Oscar to be working for the record label and says something along the lines of looks like you're not losing your job today! The speed at which Logan's face falls. So Oscar was just using him to not get fired? Did he genuinely believe that he was talented or just wanted to save his own ass? Was everything, everything between them all fake? Their relationship or whatever this thing between them, the foundation, all lies. Logan walks out, Oscar tries to explain himself to him but Logan doesn't want to hear it. This, this is exactly why he doesn't trust people, he'll only get hurt in the end. And the one time, the one time he puts his trust in someone, they manage to betray him. It's pretty funny, hilarious even but he can't find it in himself to laugh.
Do they make up in the end though? Of course they do. Oscar doesn't want to have to choose between Logan and his job so of course he quits it and chooses Logan. He gets some flowers and some fishing gear-sometimes on Logan's days off, he'd go to the seaside and fish on his own (he's in love guys, get with the story)-and appears in front of Logan's doorstep. Now, Logan is pretty strong. Maybe not as strong as Oscar but he's pretty strong, he works at a farm for God's sake but when he opens his front door to see Oscar drenched from the rain… (oh yea it's raining did I forget to mention?) Lord, he's not your strongest soldier. He begrudgingly (lies, he would've dragged Oscar into the house) let's Oscar in, makes him use the shower to warm up and lends him his clothes while he makes him a hot chocolate. Even puts a bit of whipped cream (cuz he whipped wbk). It's kinda funny seeing Oscar in his clothes. Oscar's the same height as him but he's more buff, has broader shoulders. Logan let's Oscar explain bla bla bla, happy ending.
An alternative to Oscar appearing at Logan's house is Oscar knocking multiple times but getting no answer. Zilch. Obviously he thinks Logan is still mad at him and goes to run back into the dry, warm comfort of his car. Before he could do that though, he hears a car pull up and out comes Logan (with an umbrella. He actually cares about not getting sick from the rain). Huh, he probably should've noticed the lack of Logan's car in the driveway but he was too preoccupied with trying to find the right words to say. It was all for nothing though because seeing Logan again must have tripped the ‘be embarrassing’ button in him.
Out of all the things he could say, out of the bajillion words in the English language, he said hi.
HI??? HIII??? Hi-5 your face man. Wtf. Logan awkwardly replies, goes over to unlock his door and invites Oscar in. What happens next is the same as the previous.
Mr Sargeant tryna play coy, tucking that piece of hay behind his ear...
#logan sargeant#im sorry guys (im not sorry)#day by day i#jskdkskskdkdk#loscar#do tell if there's any grammar/vocab mistakes#he's genuinely so pretty i cant even#this was supposed to be just a photo post but something grabbed me#the thought of Logan being a country singer grabbed me and threatened to throw me off a cliff if I didn't tell someone#thank you for listening to me
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Imagine...The Boys Not Realizing You’re A Hunter
Pairing: Dean x cop!reader
Oh, this was guy was all bull and you knew it. They both were but at least the taller one was making a better effort at hiding it. If these two were FBI you were the Easter bunny.
If he wanted to treat you like the dumb local cop too, he had another thing coming.
“We’re gonna need to go in-“
“You both realize it’s pouring out,” you said.
“It’s rain,” said the shorter one, Agent Plant he’d said his name was. You had to force yourself not to roll your eyes at that one. “I need-“
“Well you’re going to freeze to death. You look like you just stepped out of the shower,” you said, crossing your arms.
“Oh you’d know the difference,” he said, an angry smirk on his face. A snarky comment settled on the tip of your tongue but you held it back.
“No going in the woods. I see either one of you in there, I arrest you,” you said. “Understand?”
“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” mumbled the shorter one, his hair spiked up and dark from the rain.
“No woods.”
You nearly rolled your eyes when you saw these two walking around in the woods that night. Idiots were going to get themselves killed. They probably thought it was some strange Wendigo or something.
You snuck behind them, the taller one moving ahead to check out a noise that truly was just a rabbit. You went up behind the other, his whole body stilling when you pressed your gun to his neck.
“You two,” you said, the guy you had holding up his hands, the other spinning around and pointing his shotgun at you. The one with you tried to break away but you grabbed the nape of his neck and adjusted your gun, the guy taking a few deep breaths. “Put it down.”
The tall one glared but did as told and dropped his weapon, the one next to you starting to relax a little.
“Starting to get the picture?” you said, gently releasing him. He nodded but tried to reach back. You groaned and hooked your boot around his, nearly tripping him until you grabbed him again. “I got all night if you’re gonna keep this up.”
“Told you the hot cop was into me,” he said, the other one scowling. “Listen. This sounds crazy but the thing that’s doing this ain’t an animal.”
“I know. I also know two hunters when I see them,” you said. You lowered your gun and took your hand off him, the men exchanging glances. “Y/N Y/L/N.”
“No shit,” said the one beside you, absolutely beaming now. “We heard you’re a bit of a lone wolf, always have been.”
“Ever since I was a wee little hunter,” you said, giving him a smirk.
“I’m Sam,” said the tall one. “That’s Dean. We’re-“
“Winchesters. Wondered how I haven’t run into you two yet,” you said.
“So are you actually a cop?” asked Sam.
“Eh, sort of. I help out when the local chief wants to take a vacation. Saved his kid about five years back. Nice family,” you said. “I thought I told you two to stay out of here.”
“We don’t listen well,” said Dean, giving you a smile.
“You assholes didn’t listen to me about the rain, did you,” you sighed, pointing at your hood.
“It’s a little water, Y/N,” said Dean.
“Did you notice attacks only occur on rainy nights? The rain gets in your hair and that’s how it tracks. It’s blind but that weird combo for some reason lights you up like a Christmas tree to it,” you said.
Both of them immediately put a hand on their wet heads.
“Yeah, that won’t work now. We got to get you two out of here before it comes after you,” you said.
“What’s is this thing?” asked Dean. “We thought-”
“Cursed witch. It’s a long story,” you said. “Best guess is kill it with a blade to the heart.”
“Yeah,” said Dean, spinning around when you heard a rustle in the trees. “Witch?”
“Yup. Get ready.”
“So you boys going to be alright? Took a hard fall there,” you said when you got back to your cars.
“We’ve had worse,” said Sam.
“Want to grab a drink?” asked Dean as he tossed his bag in his trunk.
“Sorry. Lone wolf and all,” you said.
“You did just work a hunt with two other hunters and all,” said Sam, giving you a smile.
“I’m not big on the getting attached thing,” you said.
“You could learn to like it,” said Dean. “One drink on me. Not letting you say no.”
“Alright. Maybe I’ll have a drink or two,” you said.
“Two? Told you she had the hots for me, Sammy,” laughed Dean.
“In your dreams, Winchester.”
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Just a thought I had with JJBA but here it is
Yandere Little Red Riding Hood JJBA AU
Bruno is the Hunter, Risotto or Diavolo who is the Big Bad Werewolf and Reader is little Red Riding Hood who’s off to take care of her sweet boyfriend Doppio, who came down with a fever? (It’s not a cold, he’s in heat)
I really, really love your JJBA Fantasy AUs (I always read them when I get that wonderful JJBA itch that needs to be scratched)
Aww thank you I'm so glad you love the aus.
But you tried making me choose who was gonna be the big bad wolf. And guess what?
I chose both.
I don't really know how to end this, maybe three separate endings? Rn I wanna see what you think (anon if you want a say send me a msg or another ask)
Out too late (yandere Doppio/Diavolo, Risotto and Bruno X female reader)
Warning: attempted noncon
You looked up at the evening sky to see the clouds that had drenched the earth in rain fade. You had waited all day for the rain to stop so you could make your way deep into the woods to your beloved Doppio's home.
He'd sent you a letter the other day. Writing about how he was ill and that it was not best you come til he was well again.
Yes, better judgment would agree but you could only imagine how horrible he felt stuck alone in that cottage by himself. So you had spent the morning preparing him food. Even if he refused to have you over that way you'd know he would have the food to help him recover.
So you put on your hood, grabbed the basket of food, and headed out the door. You didn't worry about the dimming sky as you knew the trail and the full moon would light your way home if you were out too late.
You followed the dirt path into the woods as you had many times before, however, you stopped as you noticed a beautiful patch of flowers just a little off the path. Surely Doppio would appreciate them you thought as you stepped into the tall grass and made your way to them.
You began to pick them until the snap of a twig caught your attention. You turned your head to see Bruno, the local hunter. You knew him fairly well but that wasn't hard in a village like the one you lived in.
“(Y/n) What brings you out in the woods this late?” He asked you with concern in his voice.
“I'm off to deliver some food to Doppio, he's been unwell for the past few days” you explained.
“Then you should make haste, the full moon brings the worst of creatures out at night” he warned.
“I'll be fine” you assured him as you stood back up and made your way back to the path.
“Wait!” He yelled as he ran towards you.
“What?” You asked.
“Here, take this. If anything happens don't hesitate to use it” he said as he pulled out a small hunting dagger.
“And stay on the path, I just laid the rabbit traps” he warned.
“Thank you but I doubt I'll need it,” you told him.
“Just take it, if anything were to happen to you I'd only have myself to blame,” he told you as he put the dagger in your hand.
“Alright,” you sighed.
“Thank you” he thanked you before you both left your separate ways
At this point, the orange sky was apparent even in the thick forest.
You put the dagger and flowers in the basket. And made a sprint down the path. It was getting darker a lot quicker than you anticipated.
You ran deeper and deeper into the forest. So caught up in the hurry you hadn't noticed the person in front of you until you crashed into them. The impact caused you to fall to the ground while they remained unfazed.
“I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there” you apologized to them as you looked into the back to make sure everything inside was fine. Then you looked up to who you'd bumped into and your heart nearly gave out.
He was tall and broad with white hair and eyes you'd never seen before, red irises, and black sclera staring intensely at you.
“You answer my questions and I'll let you go” he coldly demanded.
“I doubt I know anything about whatever it is you're after,” you told him.
“I know you know something, I can smell it” he snarled. You crawled back but he only moved closer til your back was against a tree.
“Where's your partner?” He asked with grit teeth.
“Why do you want to know?” You retorted.
“He's caused me nothing but trouble lately, always getting in the way of my hunts. I haven't been able to see him but I know his scent and you're covered in it” he explained as he leaned down a little, pretty much caging you between him and the tree.
“You've got the wrong person, my partner doesn't hunt. He wouldn't hurt a fly” you tried to reason with him.
“You clearly don't know him well enough if you believe that” he snarkily replied.
He had a look in his eye that you didn't like. Like a wolf eyeing down its prey before the final blow.
“Actually… what would he do if something were to happen to you?” He continued.
This situation was getting worse by the second. You had to get away from him.
“I don't know anything, I'll give you money just please let me go” you plead as you reach into the basket for the knife Bruno had given you. You felt so stupid for insisting you'd be alright.
“I don't need money, perhaps you'd-” he was quickly cut off as you plunged the knife into his thigh. He didn't react. Instead, he pulled the knife out, wiped his blood off it on his pants, and put it back in your hand.
“Go home now, if you're still here at night you'll get killed,” he told you as he stepped away.
You quickly stood up and darted towards Doppio's house as it was probably too late to get to yours in time. Whoever that man was he was clearly not to be messed with but you wondered about his whole smell deal. There was no possible way he could have that strong of a sense of smell. Was he just lying to get the answer he wanted out of you?
You looked back to see if he'd followed you but it seems he hadn't. So you continued your way towards Doppio's house.
Once you arrived you knocked on the door but didn't get a response. You turned the door handle and it wasn't locked so you let yourself inside and put the basket on the dining table before heading towards his room.
“Doppio, it's me (Y/n). I know you told me not to come but I thought I'd at least bring you something to eat.
“(Y/n), you came?” A voice deep and strained spoke.
“Doppio you're voice, it sounds so hoarse” you commented.
“Yes I know… my throat is so raw… and swollen” he replied. You could hear his labored breathing as he spoke.
“And you sound out of breath, have you been resting?” You remarked.
“Yes I have been resting… but it feels like there's an anvil on my chest” he replied.
“That's horrible, I'm glad I came with food. You're probably struggling to do anything right now” you told him.
“Do you want me to bring you the soup I made? You've probably got two servings in the jar I brought” you asked.
“Yes… but first I want to see you” he said.
Feeling bad for him, you opened his bedroom door. You walked and couldn't see anything.
“Doppio it's so dark in here,” you remarked as you tried to make your way to his bedside in the darkness.
“My eyes have been hurting… so I closed the curtains” he explained.
“I'll open them now if you don't mind?” You said but then you were pushed onto the bed. Forced to lay on your stomach as a large hand? (It didn't feel exactly like one) pushed you down. This wasn't Doppio.
“Hey, what's the meaning of this? Let me go!” You screamed.
“aww so you're what Doppio's been trying to hide from me?” the same voice you'd assumed was Doppio's said.
“Who are you and what did you do to Doppio?” You demanded an answer from them.
“You don't have to worry your pretty head about Doppio, he's fine” they responded.
“And my name is Diavolo” he continued. You could feel their saliva dripping onto the back of your neck.
You attempted to thrash out of his grip before he pushed you further into the mattress. His free hand grabbed your wrist. It wasn't a hand, or a human at least it had padding and fur like an animal's.
“Let me go” you begged.
“Unfortunately I can't let that happen… you so happened to come right during mating season for us werewolves” he explained.
“You're lucky that the other one didn't take advantage of you earlier,” he commented.
Werewolves! You had scoffed at such a claim but it was undeniable now. You trashed again this time managing to escape. You bolted straight to the door. You turned back to see the brownish-pink werewolf chasing behind.
You opened the door threading to tear it off the hinges. Your blood went cold as you saw another werewolf at the door. Its fur is a snowy white. You noticed the wound in its thigh. Dear God, it was the man from earlier. You screamed and tried to find another exit but there wasn't.
You were trapped here with two werewolves right in the middle of their mating season. You were quickly snatched by Diavolo and held close. You cringed at the feeling of his erection pressed up your back but were too scared to even move.
“I'm ending this now, you've alluded me for far too long” the white werewolf spoke with a hiss.
“You really think you can beat me, you're lucky that you haven't died yet” Diavolo responded before he noticed the wound on his thigh.
“Aww did my little mate do that to you?” He mocked as he held the side of your head, his palm was as big as your head.
“Let go of me, I'm not your mate” you whined as you struggled. The white werewolf snarled in response as he charged forward.
You screamed once more as Diavolo dropped you and attacked. The two dug their claws and teeth into each other as they wrestled.
You watched them carefully. Waiting for a chance you could safely run to the door. They rolled into the kitchen, breaking the table in the process. You took your chance and sprinted towards the door only for one of them to grab your ankle, claws digging into you painfully. You fell to the ground, feeling the shock of the impact in your arms that had tried to break the fall. You screamed out in pain before turning back.
“Where do you think you're going?” The white werewolf growled as he dragged you closer. You realized that Diavolo had stopped attacking him.
“Let go of me!” You yelled as you tried to get him to let go.
Diavolo grabbed your arm and they pulled you back inside. Clearly you were a bigger priority than their feud.
“Please let me go” you pleaded. You were shaking at the thought of what they would do to you.
Then you were deafened by a gunshot, then a second as the werewolves fell back. You stood under and tried to leave only to bump into someone. You looked up to see Bruno who quickly wrapped his arm around you and yelled something. You couldn't hear him through the ringing in your ear.
He then took your hand and you ran with him. When the ring stopped you spoke.
“I'm sorry for disregarding your warning,” you told him.
“I don't think either of us were expecting to encounter werewolves” he replied.
“What were you even doing out this late?” You asked.
“I was checking the rabbit traps, then I heard screaming and that's how I found you” he explained.
You two ran until you arrived back at his home. He quickly sat you down before grabbing some alcohol and a cloth to clean the wound left on your leg.
“Again I have to thank you for saving me, if you hadn't killed them who knows what they would have done to me,” you said.
“I didn't kill them, only incapacitated them. The only way to kill them is to use silver” he explained as he began to dab the wet cloth on your wound, causing you to his in pain
“How did you even manage to live for as long as you did? They could have torn you apart in seconds” he asked. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered what Diavolo said.
“One of them… they mentioned this was werewolf mating season” his head shot up with a look of horror on his face.
“Oh no… “ he stood up, leaving the cloth hanging on your leg as he made his way to his bookshelf. He grabbed out a book and started flicking through it.
“There has to be something in here” he muttered as kept reading through.
“What are you looking for?” You asked nervously.
“A way to get rid of their scent, we may not be able to smell it but they can and they'll hunt you down” he explained.
“How do you know so much about werewolves, and why do you have books on them?” You asked.
“I like researching myths and folklore in my spare time. However, we've seen now that werewolves are no myth” he replied.
#yandere jjba#yandere jojo's bizarre adventure#yandere x reader#yandere#fairy tale au#yandere doppio#yandere diavolo#yandere risotto#yandere bruno bucciarati
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[MILF HUNTER]
Pairing: Haechan X Reader
Warnings: Smut, oneshot, milf reader, use of mistress, age difference(legal), very switch energy, sexting, tension, flirty, oral receiving (m/f), humiliation, praise, dirty talk, sex toy, solo masturbations, degradation, fucking, neighbour, darcphilla, orgasm denial, breeding, squirting.
Word count: 7k
18+ only no minors!
meant to be posted last month but whatever.
Summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?
Did you know, women in their 30's are the horniest... they fuck like no other," Jaemin licks his lip as he reads through the article on his phone.
"Yeah their libido increases as they age, something to do with their hormones levels." Renjun adds further, "They call it the women sexual prime time."
Haechan immediately perks his ears up upon this information, eyes fixed ahead at his two friends giving him new information he's never heard of.
"Which basically means I should find a milf right now." Haechan shoots out with a smirk. He's unapologetically himself.
"Oh god," Renjun replies.
"Can't say I didn't expect it," Jaemin responds back at his friend with a chuckle.
After a conversation with his friends, Haechan surely had to test it out for himself. He just can't stop thinking, thinking of how eager and horny women could get. Was it true? Thoughts appearing in his dazzled mind.
He gets his laptop from the table, taking it right to the bed with him. Leaning back in a comfortable position, he opens up his search engine. Typing away to find websites and scrollin down before he comes across one specific site.
www.hotmilfsinyourarea.com
Interesting he thought, as his brow raised up in curiosity. One thing about Haechan was he had many tastes in people. He's pretty open minded to newer things, new experiences.
Fingers almost rushing to click on the said link, opening up a whole new different world. Haechan scrolls through the variety of Milfs that are designated on the site, waiting to be approached. Fuck there's so many options, he thought. Scrolling away before his mind stops, his eyes squinting as he focuses on a particular name, AngelMilf00.
The image was a cropped body shot in a dress that hugged both breasts well. Easily a size DD. This piqued Haechan's interest for sure, after all he loves himself some milkers.
He began to read through the bio about Angel clicking at every image that was possibly posted. One thing he loved was how immaculate the lighting was. Really emphasising on those voluminous large breasts. There was body shots against a white wall, back arched as her perky ass was on display. The white wall brings more attention to the features. However her face was still hidden. That was still a mystery. But for now Haechan's cock is growing through his pants, expediting.
His cock already aching for some action. Those images of Angel sent an immediate blood rush to him. Imagining her being bent over and ass being covered in redness, fuck. His hand pressing down his bulge, letting out a tiny groan before removing his pants and boxers, exposing his hardened cock.
Hand gripping on his cock when he begins to stroke upwards and down, he lays slightly back. With his other hand he types up a quick message.
Hyuck66: hey, quick question. those milkers a size DD? he asked.
AngelMilf00: hi! oh wow you're actually correct. She responded.
Hyuck66: I guess you can say I know my things well, especially my favourites, he replied.
AngelMilf00: definitely. I'm guessing your also into milfs with big tits? She asked.
Hyuck66: i mean, fuck yeah. I don't discriminate. I love me all kinds of women, you know.
AngelMilf00: nice. So tell me, can a young guy like you keep up all night? Use that cock well enough?
Hyuck66: I'd keep you begging for more, hun.
AngelMilf00: I like the confidence.
*sends incoming tit pic*
AngelMilf00: gonna touch your cock for me?
Haechan doesn't need to be told that twice. Sexually frustated as ever since he got home. His cock already grew larger while scrolling to your images on the site. Except this time, the image sent was not online. It was sent specifically for him.
She has her tongue darted to the side as a cheeky grin is across her hidden face, breasts begging for air. Wondering how many cocks have cummed all over them, fucked them in between. He noticed Angel had a birth mark on the right side of her tit. Hot. Imagine giving her hickies all over that body... fuck.
"Wanna feel those cock sucking lips so badly...." he murmurs to himself. Speeding up his pace, sweat rolling down his forehead as he approaches his end.
AngelMilf00: enjoy the mini. I gotta go now, don't miss me too much.
And just like that she left. The poor boy hissed, palming his cock and stroking furiously until his hands covered in the wet coat.
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"What you up to mom?" Haechan asks entering the kitchen, trying to find himself some snacks to indulge in.
His mom looks up as she puts the remaining food in the basket. "Oh this is for our lovely neighbour who recently moved in. Thought it'll be a nice welcome gift. Would you like to come with me to give this?"
Haechan opened up some sweets as he put some in his mouth, "i can't Jaemin texted me earlier to come over at his place." He replies, not really interested in seeing who the neighbour is.
"That's okay, maybe next time then. Oh and invite Jaemin over for dinner, don't forget!" She responds, watching Haechan walk out of the kitchen.
"Will do mom."
Bro remember that girl I told you about last week?" Jaemin sighs, rubbing his temples from how frustrated he is because of her.
"Ah yeah she's hot but crazy," Haechan responds, fingers on the controller as he continues to play the game on screen.
"She's too annoying."
Haechan continues playing until he won the game, stretching himself as he leaned back, "Block her, you know what, I'll even give you that chicks number I got from last week."
Jaemin brings out his phone at the suggestion and hits the block button. Grinning at Haechan for his kind offering. "You really something else. Got all the girls hooked fr," he laughs.
A small smirk forming from his mouth, Haechan responds, "what can I say, I'm a ladies man after all.
"So what happened with your milf search?" Jaemin asked.
"Shit, I forgot to tell you. I actually spoke to one online. Her names Angel, she got me acting crazy.."
"What, no fucking way!"
"Yeah, i know right. I might ask her to meet up sometime. She seems to know what's good."
"Well that was quick,"
"Not quicker than you busting in that one chick you had sex with last month!"
"HAECHANNNNN-"
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Jaemin didn't live too far from Haechan, so they both walked back on the streets as they closely approach Haechan's house.
As they both walked, Jaemin saw Haechan's mom standing nearby as she spoke with someone. Unable to see clearly, they walked more, until...
"Yo, Haechan isn't that your mom over there?" Jaemin stops at his tracks causing Haechan to stop also.
"Yeah, I think some new neighbour moved in recently so she went over there." He shrugged, walking ahead of Jaemin.
Jaemin catches up to Haechan as he walked, "imagine if that neighbour is hot though," causing Haechan to snort.
"Yeah right. Probably an old fart as usual."
He wasn't really focusing on who and where the neighbour was, clearly uninterested on what's going on. But Jaemin stopped almost immediately, perplexed at the sight ahead.
"Uh, I don't think so..." Jaemin utters slowly causing Haechan to look at the shock on his face.
Haechan turns to his left before he speaks up, "What you mean-"
Shocked. Bamboozled. This can't be real for sure. How is a person like you even here? Better yet, the new neighbour! There's never particularly anyone remotely attractive that lives around here in Haechan's mind, however you, you're different.
You was smiling away as you spoke, The way the wind blew against your hair, pushing it back to only expose those gorgeous large breasts. That shirt did not help at all for Haechan's imagination, almost getting squeezed by both breasts wishing he was between those. The way those jeans fitted right against your body, emphazing on the perky full butt you have.
Haechan can almost feel his cock throb, damn. One thing about Haechan was he can get whoever he wanted. Girls would beg for his attention, fall for him all the time. In his mind, he knew he wanted you as soon as he laid eyes. But will you also fall for this charmingly confident boy too?
"Dude.. she's so fucking hot," Jaemin uttered, almost shocked how a person like you are even living here. "That's a total milf right there, how do you get so lucky.."
Haechan smirked, scanning you all over, "Shit, I'll tap that..."
Once dinner was over and Jaemin left, Haechan could finally fix his issue from earlier, thanks to his lovely neighbour.
He scrolled back on to the website, remembering the last time he spoke with a milf, except she ended the chat rather fast. This time he needed to release, he needed more.
Hyuck66: hey
AngelMilf00: hey there, missed me?
Hyuck66: of course, you left me hanging before.
He's right. Angel abruptly ended the conversation whilst he wanted to go further, that did annoy him slightly. Normally women throw themselves at him, never once has anyone left him hanging except Angel.
AngelMilf00: well, I was busy in my personal life. And I thought a guy like you needed to be tamed a lil.
Hyuck66: guy like me?
Haechan wonders what impression Angel has of him.
AngelMilf00: well, you're pretty confident for a young guy.
Hyuck66: does that intimidate you?
One thing about him is he's very confident, which majority of people love. So he's curious to know what Angel thinks. Is he too straight forward? Is that what she likes? Or not?
AngelMilf00: oh, no, of course not. I'm just not used to it, normally guys want to be dominated.
Hyuck66: who said I can't be both?
It's true, he can be both ways. Something about Angel he wants to dominate so badly yet be submissive towards.
AngelMilf00: how many times did you cum the last time we spoke?
Hyuck66: like, a total of 5 times.
Angel didn't say anything else about that. However, the image that was sent by her, Haechan has used for his wank material for hours.
AngelMilf00: all that cum for me?
Hyuck66: i have so much, I'd shower you with all my cum if I could. Make sure every hole sucks my cum right in.
He ain't lying, the amount of times he cummed because of that one image of Angel's breasts, having to change his sheets because of how much his load was falling.
AngelMilf00: such a good boy, always making sure your mistress owns your cum, right?
Hyuck66: yes
AngelMilf00: yes what?
Hyuck66: yes mistress
This is new for Haechan but hearing this just makes him want to be submissve and do exactly what she expects. He bites his lips hearing how much of a good boy he is. He loves praise. Ha.
AngelMilf00: then why the fuck of are you stroking your cock right now? You think im stupid?
Hyuck66: fuck I'm sorry
Shit he gasped. Angel knew him well enough to know its exactly what he's doing. He's stroking his cock right now.
AngelMilf00: are you really sorry?
Hyuck66: yes.. mistress.
AngelMilf00: then don't you dare touch your cock right now.
Haechan groaned. Hes so turned on and his cock is twitching for more touch. It excites him yet frustrates.
Hyuck66: okay, mistress.
AngelMilf00: tell me what you think of doing with me. Want to stretch my cunt out? Can your small cock even do that?
Hyuck66: i keep thinking how pretty your cunt is, more so whilst my cock slides inside. I can't stop thinking how your tight cunt swallows my whole cock in.
AngelMilf00: i can fit my whole fist up my cunt, think your cock can beat it?
Hyuck66: I'd like to think so, mistress
AngelMilf00: slap your cock right now.
Haechan swallows before his hands were raised as he gave a tight slap, causing a stinging pain almost immediate, hissing to himself.
AngelMilf00: is it red?
This just causes him to get even turned on, being denied to touch himself yet he can slap his cock.
Hyuck66: slightly
AngelMilf00: keep slapping it until it gone red
Hyuck66: h-hurts...
AngelMilf00: good. It's what you get for thinking your useless cock is even good enough for me to use. Pathetic.
Blood rushes to his sore cock, veins pertruding out hardening as each second passes. He can't hold himself much longer. He's so whiny and it hurts, he just keeps moving his hips as he lifts them up, imagining fucking Angel's tight cunt.
Hyuck66: fuck
Hyuck66: can I please cum??
Hyuck66: can i use a toy..
AngelMilf00: what kind of toy?
Hyuck66: its a... artifical vagina..
AngelMilf00: what a desperate little bitch. I bet you even made holes in your wall just for that small cock to get action.
Hyuck66: i don't deserve you but can i please use it???
AngelMilf00: God you're the biggest loser ever. Hands not enough for you?
AngelMilf00: how long have you been using it for?
Hyuck66: it's not enough. I'm such a loser it only feels good when I'm inside a hole..
Hyuck66: i wish I could fuck your hole mistress
Hyuck66: I got it a few years ago... I don't use it much now but I'm so fucking horny I need to fuck a cunt badly
Hyuck66: Please mistress 🥺
AngelMilf00: Take a video of yourself fucking into it and send it straight to me
Hyuck66: thank u so much Mistress
Fuckkk.. he bite down his lip, enough to cause a bleed. The humiliation of his old little secrets just makes him grow harder. Impossible for him to even finish himself off with stroking. It's not enough, sweat running down his worn out state. He needs a cunt, a cunt to fuck all the way in and burst his load.
He places his phone at the perfect angle, making sure his lower body parts are all shown.
Haechan rushes up with his sensitive cock, desperate for any kind of touch. He's had people to fuck all the time But for now he has no one, having to improvise.
Getting up towards his drawer, managing to find a toy he's kept well hidden. A time were he was so desperate (down bad) he ordered an artificial vagina just to feel his cock in something tight, sucking him all the way in. What a fucking loser.
He hits the button Record and begins.
He puts it in place. Fingers wetting itself in his saliva before he shoves them inside the artifical pussy. Precum already fell below, making it extra wet for access. Bringing hips forward, pushing his hands on the toy when he makes an entry.
"Fuck mistress..." he gasps while his remaining inches push through. He feels like he's in heaven right now, being allowed to feel pleasure after being restricted. Although not being Angel itself, his thoughts can't contain themselves, betting this is how good being inside Angel would feel like.
"Your cunt feels so good... ah..." Closing his eyes as he sways his hips forward, this time increasing his speed. He grunts hard, cock twitching wishing it was Angel.
He whines ever so loudly, his balls are hurting as they smack against the toy. Over extering his power by leaning ahead further, trying to fuck himself quickly as he aches.
"You're so nice to me Mistress," he grunts, speeding his pace like he's fighting for his life. Body covered in full sweat. "Letting me fuck a hole with my useless cock," continuing fucking into the hole savagely.
He's so fucking desperate to cum, his body is bolting into a shock. Cries are coming out of his mouth unable to control himself any longer. He's so ready to burst his load.
"Fuck," he cries out loud biting his lower lip. God he sounds heavenly even when he cries. You can only imagine how beautiful he looks with tears.
"Mmh, c-cumming, c-cumming Mistress..." he bit so hard into the pillow ahead of him, twitching all over once he released his hot cum. Even after he let out his cum inside the toy, he still pushes his cock inside of it. Not being able to get enough of the feeling. Forrcing his cum to stay put as he imagines watching it inside of his Mistress's pretty cunt.
Hyuck66: *sent a video*
Hyuck66: god, that was the best release I've ever had
Hyuck66: my cock still hurts
Hyuck66: i wish it was your cunt instead
Hyuck66: I've never had someone do this to me.. i really liked it Angel
AngelMilf00: I'm glad I got that side out of you baby boy
AngelMilf00: you did so well for me
Haechan felt so exhausted, after having to use his all energy just to release. He never thought feeling humiliation would feel this good. And boy did he love the praise afterwards, grinning hard at the message sent by Angel. Hes so happy she's pleased.
Hyuck66: thanks angel
Hyuck66: i gotta go now
Hyuck66: hopefully we'd speak soon
That was the last message he sent. Weared out by the activity, rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower.
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Holding your grocery bags all at once was probably not the smartest thing to do, causing struggle as you lost grip of them. Great, you thought.
Just as you're trying to grab a hold on a few bags, you see unfamiliar footsteps approaching right towards your direction.
"Need help?" A sweet voice was raised, causing you to lift your head up. It didn't help that the scorching sun was out today, hitting your eyes having to squint at who was in front.
A tall man came in to your peripheral. Legs for days, wearing mid length shorts exposing his thickly thighs. Eyes scanning towards his upper body, straight to his face. His face was illuminating beneath the sun, accentuating his beautiful features. He was a very handsome guy, you thought.
"Sorry, Yes I'd be glad if you could help," You laughed, shaking off your thoughts feeling ever so awkward. Which idiot even picks up this many bags at once? You sighed.
Just as he leaned down, his gaze almost met with yours. You don't know why you felt awkward, eyes looking at everything except him. Feeling shy out of nowhere. Continuing to pick up the remaining bags, until he his hand stopped you.
"It's fine I can hold them for you," bringing his hands forward to take the bags away from you, "I have muscles for a reason," He joked.
You didn't even realise your eyes lingering on his arms as he grabbed most of the groceries. He certainly looks like he goes gym often, you ponder. You managed to break your thoughts and walked over, finding the keys in your purse to open the front door.
You opened your door as you walked inside your home, the boy behind with all of your groceries.
"You can put them on the counter," you spoke out, watching him carry all your groceries putting them directly on it.
"By the way, what's your name?" You questioned.
"I'm Haechan," the cute boy spoke.
"Well thanks Haechan for helping me pick these up." Returning a warm smile.
"My pleasure, a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things," Flirting right at you.
Beautiful.
It's been days since you've thought of gifting Mrs Lee sonething.
You've been in your kitchen preparing some brownies to offer Mrs Lee for being so sweet and welcoming since you moved in. A kind gesture from your side to return back.
Finally managing to finish them, putting them inside a container. You grabbed hold of it and started walking out of your house straight to Mrs Lee's home.
You reached her porch and knocked on her door a few times, waiting patiently. Figuring she wasn't home since no one opened the door, you decided to walk back, until a door opened.
Haechan smiled widely at the sight ahead, "Well hello there," Leaning on to his door with his messy bed hair, looking attractive as ever.
"Hey," you spoke until you realised who's at the door, "H-Haechan?" You had no idea Haechan was living right next door to your house, neither do you have a recollection of him saying he's Mrs Lee's son. It felt weird but yet a part of you liked to see him once again.
"Ah you're probably surprised, I actually live here," Hand brushing over his soft hair, realising he forgot to mention how he lives right next door to you. "But I'm happy to see your pretty self again," He flirts, leaning against his door with his arms crossed, watching you with a sly smirk.
Feeling flustered hearing him complimenting you once again, fuck. You look down and remember the reason you came here for.
"Actually I wanted to bring these," handing over the container to him, "For Mrs Lee and you." Although they were initially for Mrs Lee, however that's changed now.
"Mrs Lee has been very sweet so I thought i would return her a gesture," you smiled. Handing the box of brownies you made.
Haechan got his hands forward as he reaches for the container, "Oh thanks, made these yourself?"
"Yeah," you replied.
"Then I'm definitely having a taste," licking his lips as he tilt his head to the side, eyes shooting up to you, "Wanna come in?"
You didn't expect Haechan to invite you inside although you knew Mrs Lee, you haven't ever visited inside. It's okay you thought, it's just your neighbour right?
"Uh.. o-okay then," you smiled as you walked in to the house.
"You have a really nice house by the way," you say, as your eyes travel to every part of the home. It was well maintained and clean, hearing some background tv noise playing on inside. You kept strolling around the place.
Your eyes perk up to a portrait of Haechan and his mom. You see where the looks come from, he's undeniably beautiful. You shift your eyes back to him, "Is it just you two in your family?" You asked hesitantly, maybe it wasn't your business but you felt curious to know more.
Haechan walks by your side as you stand there, eyes glued on the image ahead. "Yeah it's just me and my mom," He adds, "It's cool though, I have a lot of cousins and friends living near me, so I don't feel anything less."
You didn't want to further ask any questions since it's not really your business. But having Mrs Lee as his mother, she seems to play both roles fairly well. It must be nice to have people around you, you thought.
"Why did you move here?" Haechan asked, curiousity of what a person like you are doing here. You don't seem to have anyone you live with or any family. He wonders.
Breaking out of thought, you responded, "For a fresh start I guess." You chuckled slightly.
"Bad relationship?" He questioned, surprising you how he guessed that immediately.
"Yeah, my ex wasn't the best after all. Cheated on me with some younger girl," you spat. Haechan's eyebrows raised in quickness at the allegation. Its surprising to him, you're drop dead gorgeous. Clearly that man must have been on some form of crack.
"Ouch," trying to sympathise. "That must have hurt."
"Mm," you breathed out. Not really wanting to get in to the details of how it truly made you feel. You're way over that stage of life now.
Having no idea that Haechan's eyes were glued on to you throughout the whole conversation.
"It must be lonely for you not having someone around," Sounding like he wishes he could change that for you.
You shrugged, "it can be sometimes but I'm okay with it."
"It's a shame," he cooed. Almost like he's making fun of your phlight which made you furrow your brows.
"And why is that?" You spoke, well yes it was a shame what happened but you cant change the past. Frankly you give no shit about what happened.
He looks straight ahead as you both stand, "Whoever that guy is was a fool. Real men now better." Its hilarious how someone like Haechan says these things, he's a young guy after all. What does he know?
Your face turns to the side where he stands straight, eyes fixated on him as you speak, "Know what?" You don't know why you even thought its wise to ask that from someone like him. Maybe you wanted a start, a start of something...
He tilts his head as he looks straight at your curious state, gaze almost turning darkly, leaning in as his finger pushed back the hair fell across your face, tucking it behind your ear gently. "That woman like you deserve to be fucked, fed and bred."
You froze. Hands tugging onto your clothes hearing the lewd words coming from Haechan's mouth. Mouth slightly opening feeling like the air has been pulled out of you. It was dangerous to ask him such a thing, what did you expect from a overly flirtatious young guy?
You'd be lying if you didn't get some thoughts, imagining how it'll be like to get bred... fucked... No! No! This is wrong. He's Mrs Lee's son. How on earth would she react knowing you think of her son in such ways. But you can't fight the tension that's been lingering since the very first meeting. He's youthful, handsome and so cocky.
You swallow hard before you could even speak, even his touch is driving you insane. "I... I h-have a delivery coming soon.. I should leave now," Trying to think of mere excuses just so you can get out of this situation. The longer you remain here the more your thighs squeeze harder, hoping Haechan doesn't notice what is bundling beneath.
Haechan smiled, "Of course. It was nice speaking to you. I hope to see you soon."
You hate how normal he acts while you become a whole mess infront of him.
Running isn't your forte but god, did you run for your life right there. Finally entering your house as you slammed your door, your back pressed against the cold. What the hell was that? Unable to even make sense of what just actually occurred. Did he just imply that towards you?
Closing your eyes shut as you bite down your lip, wondering how he would fuck. The type that pounds you straight to your next life. Absolutely relentless. You bet he knows exactly what a woman wants. Has he fucked a lot of girls? Has he been with someone older? The way he carries himself shows a sense of pride of knowing everything, such a cocky shit.
Can he handle you? Does he know the very nice neighbour of his holds a quiet secret? The secret how your the complete opposite of you show yourself to be. No one knows why you moved away, except Haechan now. But what he doesn't know is how you dealt with the cheating. Extremely hurt and questioning your self worth. Feeling like you was never good enough.
That was until you came across a part time role doing some online chatting on some sex app. All you had to do was talk and send pictures to a bunch of men online, young or old and fulfill their fantasies on some site.
It helped tremendously, boosting your confidence and feeling extremely desired. You felt wanted and sexy for once. Even met up with a couple who you explored yourself with, discovering a side of yourself you never even knew existed.
You walked over your room, going through your draw picking up one of your favourite vibrators. Maybe you can't fuck Haechan, but you can fuck yourself over his thoughts right?
That's when you got rid of each clothing and threw them on the floor. Spreading your legs only to find a strong aroma hitting your nose, your dripping so fucking badly.
Pressing the level to the highest setting, holding it closely to your clit as it vibrates all around it. Wandering how Haechan would eat your cunt, swirl that tongue of his he always let's out while he licks his lips. The type who forces his face inside your thighs and suffocates. He keeps begging for more, wanting to savour every fluid that comes out of your body..
"O-omg... H-Haechan...." hands touching your entire body wishing it was his, this time it didn't take long to cum. Already being a complete mess.
Your gasping for air, riding out the extreme orgasm thay jolts over your body. Legs trembling as the feeling is washing all over you.
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This aint enough for you having to constantly fuck yourself over him. Its been days. You think maybe finding someone and just fucking the tension with them will solve this lingering issue, right?
You managed to scoop a date online from one of your dating apps, you was always a regular on it until you felt bored. You just need a good fuck that is all, expecting nothing else. That's when you came across Joshua. A well spoken guy who is extremely attractive and has a great personality.
He instantly wanted to see you once you both spoke away, meshing really well together. You gave him the time and address to pick you up, as he really wanted to take you out for a date. And why not? After all it's a great distraction from Haechan, fucking on another dick.
He wanted to see you later in the evening time, leaving you only a few hours to get ready. You showered and dried up, applying your lotion around your entire body. Even massaging your breasts whilst your at it, getting them plumped up. Once your done, you start looking through your closet until your eyes fell on a dress. Opting for a tight hugging dress, emphasising on to your beautiful curves.
You kept looking directly at the mirror, in awe how godly you looked right now. Waist snatched, dress complimenting each body part. Getting just in time ready, quickly applying your favourite perfume all over yourself. Applying lipstick just before you leave the house. You knew you looked good tonight.
Joshua parked outside your house, sending a message of his arrival. Your face lit up once you saw the text and begun to walk over your door. Finally. A part of you was nervous, what if Haechan was outside? What would he think? But you brushed those anxious thoughts off.
You walked out of your porch, until you heard someone call you. Please don't be Haechan...
"____ you look beautiful!" Mrs Lee spoke, eyes gazing your entire body before looking back up, "what's the occasion? A date?" She raised a brow.
You let out a slight giggle, thanking God it was someone else who called. "Thank you Mrs Lee. Yes, I'm going on a date."
"Oh he's going to be mesmerised once he lays his eyes on you, I hope you enjoy your date."
"Thank you," you smiled politely. If only she knew the reason why you're going on this so called date is to fuck your frustration over her son.
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You arrived home not long ago. You had a great time over all, Joshua took you out for a nice meal which he paid for then you both had some car sex. He was a great fuck, you loved every second of it. However, you still feel this ache between your legs. Your mind yet again going back on to the flirty young neighbour of yours.
Wondering if it was Haechan fucking you instead... Nope. Not again. Head already hurting just be the thoughts of it. It'll probably never happen, or is it you just don't want it to happen?
That was until you hear your door bell ring. Who the hell would it be during this time? Walking up until you opened the door, eyes widening in surprise to see who is standing at the door, Haechan. The same person you've been wanting to avoid the whole time coming at the possible worse timing ever. It's like he just read your thoughts, feeling completely suffocated in his presence.
"Woah... you look gorgeous."
The first thing he uttered, only to cause your cheeks to fluster at the said compliment. It happened every time, whenever you came across Haechan he always managed to make your cheeks flared, hotness emitting from it. But he always had something to say and like usual he complimented. Not thinking to highly of it.
"That dress hugs your figure really well. I like it on you." His eyes linger down longer, Another compliment yet again. You had to make sure he was alone, you looked over him to see if there's a sign of anyone else there but it was full of silence.
"Thanks Haechan," you shyly responded being infront of his dark gaze. Before you could say anything else he spoke up.
"Can i come in? I wanted to talk to you."
"Sure," you said, walking letting enter as you close the door from behind. You walk towards him in the living room as he stands.
''So what did you want to speak about?"
"How was your date?" He shooted right away, curiosity in his mind. How did he even know?
"How did you know I went on a date?"
"Ah, my mom mentioned it earlier, said you looked stunning, which I don't doubt," Licking his lips as he gazes down your body.
"Ah it was fine..." you spoke as you looked down. You didn't want him to be here right now. Feeling the ache between your legs hitting you more. As much as you wanted him, you know how to separate your job between real life, which is why you always tried to avoid him whenever you came across. Which is why you fucked Joshua 2 hours ago.
"Your date got really lucky", if you was mine this entire outfit would be ripped off as soon as I laid eyes on you." Somehow he boldness coming from his words like never before. Was he drunk or something?
"Haechan, stop. This is really inappropriate of you." You snapped back.
"Oh fuck sakes. He sighed annoyed. You should know by now what I think of you. The filthy thoughts i have of you in my mind..."
"I think you should leave."
"I don't think you want me too," He smirks walking over to you. Your mind puzzled with thoughts, not realising your going down towards the kitchen counter as you hit behind it. His hand one the cold surface locking you in. "Think I haven't catched you staring at me all the time?"
He leaned in so close to your ears, with a small whisper, "Think I didn't notice the way you squeezed your thighs together that day _____?
"Nonsense," you spit.
"What's nonsense is how bad you want me to the point you had to go on a date with another guy just to fuck. Bet you thought of me when he fucked you huh, wishing it was me. Even playing with that wet cunt of yours, I know you think of me too..."
"S-stop..." you plead. Shutting your eyes to avoid eye contact. Feeling like he'd see you falter and the act of how you truly feel will come out.
"Why stop when it's only right? When we both want this? When it feels so good..." whispering into your ears
He was right. Suprised to hear the truth behind his words. You've been gawking at him ever since, lewd thoughts consuming your mind throughout the day. Fingering yourself for nights.
His knee comes between your legs as he spreads them open, watching how you slowly grind over them desperately, "You love this."
"What do you want Haechan?" Looking straight ahead watching how he leans in even closer to proxmity.
"You know what I want," the boy utters a whisper besides your neck leaving a cold sensation, causing a shock to your body that you aren't used to.
"But I can't.." you desperately sigh. Closing your eyes wide shut. The placement of his lips felt so good yet you just couldn't, it was wrong. What would happen if his sweet mom found out?
"You didn't say that during our conversations, AngelMilf00..." he snickered, feeling a smile above your skin he laid his lips on.
"W-what....." you barely managed to utter out being in a state of confusion, eyes opening wide at the shocking statement. A million questions surrounding your mind. Puzzled by his words. How does Haechan know your AngelMilf00? Who told him? How did he know you use that website? How did he find out?
"H-how do you k-know about that...?" You asked nervously, still in utter shock.
"So... wait, you're... Hyuck..."
"66," he finishes.
"Believe me I was shocked myself too. I thought i was being delusional but you have the exact same birth mark on your chest," He points his finger directly on to it. God even his touch fucking feels electrifying.
"I remembered seeing you before and I noticed that mark. But for some reason I couldn't shake it off, the more I saw the picture you sent me, the more I was convinced it's you."
"Mistress.."
Hearing him call you that sent a shock to your body, your cunt barely surviving as its heart beat increases. Fuck. His sweet voice calling you, the times when he was being such an obedient boy. It was him all along.
You gulped hard as you heard him talk. How something so small can expose everything. It's quite ridiculous to even say that allegation, but it was right in your case. It was you after all.
"So thanks to your beautiful birth mark on my favourite set of tits", Eyes flicking down with his fingers wandering down to your breasts, I just knew right away. So tell me sweetheart, Am I right?"
You never would have guessed Haechan would be one of the people you speak with. Still shocked, how that very person you had admired lived right close to you. All them nights of speaking, fucking on your fingers in thoughts of him, wanting him to put you in your place as much as you wanted to do him. And here he is, the man himself.
"F-fuck.." you slowly muttered, breath getting hitched up before speaking up, "Y-you're right Haechan."
Haechan chuckled, doing that hot habit of his when brushing his fingers in his hair, grinning so hard."I can't stop thinking about you, how good you'd take up all my cock inside your cunt. But I can't stop thinking how much ur dripping underneath this pretty dress."
"Who said I'm dripping?" You retorted, with a half grin across. The lies told by you is ridiculous. Knowing damn well your wetter than ever at this very point yet the brat in you wants to not admit it.
Haechan extends his hand on your thighs before his fingers swirl up towards your heat, causing you to bite your lips. "So if I just put my hand under your needy cunt you're telling me you won't be dripping of wetness?"
He's not stupid. He knows how his touch drives you insane just by seeing your reaction, leaving a small whimper.
Ever since he's entered in your home, He can't help but think what flimsy material that dress is. Easily ripping apart. Leaving nothing to his imagination, hugging your curves so tightly.
You grab hold of his hand tightly, stopping him from entering inside, "I guess I should teach you other ways to find out, don't you think baby?"
And here comes the side of yourself which Haechan always wanted to experience, for once finding someone who counterparts and puts him right in his place, happily.
"Then teach me," Haechans voice drops lower, face pushing down towards your heaving chest as he looks up,"Teach me how to make you feel good mistress..."
"Sit." You demanded.
All Haechan has ever acted was being cocky for his own good. You know what will put him in his place right now.
He kneels down as he gazes up, eyes turning from dark to soft in an instant, like a stupid little puppy waiting for his treat.
"You got quite a mouth on you, you know that?"
"But I-.."
"Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?"
Pulling your dress all the way up only for Haechan to see you have absoutely nothing on underneath. Your bare cunt is just dripping with slick, throbbing for touch. Spreading your thighs wide enough, pulling his face closer to nozzle in between your thighs.
Shivering from whats happening, he squeezes his own thighs in pleasure. His cock hurts so so bad. But he wants to please his mistress.
His lips launch around the folds, slight hair which prickles his face. You love the feel of his fat pink lips going all across.
You grab on to his soft hair only to pull it vigorously, an indication for Haechan to keep going. He can't even pause for any second to let out a breath. You want to cum. It's a need, a necesscity.
Grinding all over his gorgeous slick filled face, you slightly squat your thighs on to his cute nose as it hits the clit. Wanting him to feel suffocation, the only way to serve you is being close to giving up entirely. His hands tighten against your thighs, red marks arise having his fingers firmly pressed into your skin. A sign of struggles, you can hear his groans. His face being filled of your cum and his own tears, looking the most beautiful ever.
Thighs burning so badly, moving away from his nose, you move your hips all his mouth. The gush of his own saliva splattered all over. He fucking loves eating pussy, he just wants to take you all in, being all kinds of nasty with you.
"Look so pretty with a cunt on your face, Keep going and you might get a treat," You praised, moving your fingers on his around his cheek looking down at the desperate little bitch who would do anything to please his mistress.
Haechan loves hearing praise, knowing he is doing such a good job. It further excites him by becoming aggressive with his sucking, his tongue spreading over your folds before he shoves them deeply inside your cunt. Making you tremble as the pleasure begins to overflow your entire body.
"K-keep going," you breath out with a moan, mouth opening wider each time he swirls his tongue around, inserting it in and out. You knew your approaching your end very soon as your body continues to shake tremendously, legs aching not being able to remain stable.
You have your hand on the kitchen counter for support, spreading your legs further just to feel his desperate tongue slurping all the way down to your ass. Running your own hands to your breasts, you tightly squeeze and pinch your nipples. Knowing how much he admires your breasts you put on a little show for him, as hes not being allowed to touch.
He growls loudly inside of you, veins popping out from his neck ready to burst. He continues to get aggravated. He hates how he can't even put his hand above and fondle your beautiful breasts. Suffering just by watching, cock hardening at each second. You know the look he has in his eyes, he's at his breaking point. You love it.
"Shit, I'm going to squirt.." you shivered as you spoke. You stop moving but Haechan pulls you closer beneath you, his eyes begging for more. He's not done yet, he wants to ride you out completely.
"N-need to be good, I want to consume it all, I wanna be your good boy-, he sniffles in between with cum filled around his features. His eyes almost puppy like, watering with your slick mixed with tears. He looks so cute like this.
"P-please Mistress," he begged so obediently.
"O-open your mouth baby," Releasing once his mouth is entirely open, flushing down the liquid that exerts out from you. Looking below and watching how he doesn't miss a single drop. He enjoyed it so much, still slurping your hole because he loves to give pleasure.
You bring him up and immediately kiss him. Feeling the taste of your own self on his lips. "Fuck me Haechan," you murmured against his lips hard, bodies colliding roughly.
You love teaching him a lesson, he's always been cockier than ever and deserves to be put in to place. However, you know how great he'd be fucking you, mouthing full of disgusting things. You love to be dominated.
"Gladly," he excitedly states. He knows he won't be able to last long at all and needs to feel being inside of you. Removing his belt, taking his pants half way down, he flips you around against the counter.
He slaps your swollen cunt hard then soothes it with his mouth as he kissed, "Fucking love this cunt," he groans, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.
He strokes his cock once before pushes it through your abused cunt. You can feel the way all his inches pushed through, his cock felt so good inside you. This is what you've always wanted to feel, Haechan's cock sliding through.
"Mm.. your cunt is much tighter than I thought." he growled. Eyes rolling back feeling your warm cunt. Increasing his pace once he settled in. He sinks lower and lower with his hands over your waist, making you feel all his inches.
"You feel so big in me," you moaned. His cock was a fairly decent size with thick grith. He felt perfect, strecthing out all yours walls already. Like he's made for it.
He delivers small licks over your spine, causing a shiver over your entire body. "Yeah? Giving you deeper strokes, Thought I had a small cock, huh?"
His hands grab on to your breasts, squeezing them before he flicks with his fingers.
Your eyes rolling back, Haechan is thrusting aggressively. You know he felt some way about it but really you just was playing.
"Mmm.." you wince out.
"Those grown men know nothing. You're just a slut in heat. Begging to get fucked," mercilessly fucking you with his other hand finding its way to your clit. Speeding roughly as his hand moves around the clit.
"Your c-cock feels so good..."
Haechan chuckles, "Oh I know it does. That guy definitely didn't fuck you right, needy cunt of yours keeps begging for my cock," Smacking your ass with a loud thud, groaning as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing you on to the cold surface.
Haechan squeezes your throat, balls smacking behind your ass as he begins to feel like he's coming. Fucking you straight animalistic.
"Only i can fuck you this good," ramming his cock faster as one hand is on your throat, tightening as he increases his pace. You can hear his gorgeous loud groans, his drool coating your back as it slips behind you.
"Wanna know something? Getting slower in his pace after the build up, making you wince. "I've been fucking others but I don't even cum in them. Wanna know why?"
"W-why Haechan...." you muffled out
He picks his pace back up, going ballistic with his balls hitting behind, hand grabbing your throat pressing on it roughly, making you suffocate and harder to breathe.
"Because you own my cum. It belongs to only you."
"C-cumming.... oh.... fuckk..." you cried. Your whole body shaking, legs trembling from the orgasmn that just occurred. Rolling your eyes back and loudly moaning, you creamed all over his cock. The feel of his hot cum shooting all over your cunt and owning it was the best thing you ever experienced.
He keeps thrusting his cock inside your wet cum filled cunt, making sure your inside sucks it all in. Swallowing it down.
"Shit.. your cunt felt so good I couldn't help but fucking bust," he looks in awe at how much your dripping.
You loved it. Finally fucking Haechan and getting rid of the frustration building between you both.
You both cleaned up in the shower together, then he left soon after.
Already you're feeling ache down below. But at least now you can call him over and fuck how ever much you wanted.
Texting Jaemin:
Haechan [12.30am] yo u won't believe who i just fucked...
Half an hour after
Angel [1.00am] meet me tommrow
Angel [1.01am] miss your cock
Well that article was true after all.
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#haechan smut#nct 127 smut#kpop smut#nct smut#nct drabbles#nct 127 imagines#nct 127 scenarios#sub haechan#kpop fics#haechan scenarios#haechan drabbles#nct dream smut#kpop imagines#sub idol#dom reader
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prompts: ttpd, the anthology by taylor swift.
your location, you forgot to turn it off.
the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores
could it be enough to just float in your orbit?
quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.
i just don't understand how you don't miss me.
now and then she rereads the manuscriptof the entire torrid affair.
if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.
if comfort is a construct, i don't believe in good luck.
i move through the world with a broken heart.
they killed cassandra first, 'cause she feared the worst.
don't want money, just someone who wants my company.
say it once again with feeling.
even statues crumble if they're made to wait.
we here-by conduct the post portem.
what doesn't kill you makes you awake.
they tried to warn you about me.
i'm not a doner, but i'd give you my heart if you wanted.
i got cursed like eve got bitten.
i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind.
i feel so high school every time i look at you.
I look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo.
there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.
she wrotе headlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step i'd take.
one bad seed kills the garden.
when the truth comes out, it's quiet.
you see, i was a debutante in another life.
you have a favorite spot on the swing set.
the empathetic hunger descends.
i'm addicted to the 'if only'.
he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers. soon it was over.
oh, we must stop meeting like this.
way to go, tiger.
i built a legacy that you can't undo.
you said some things that i can't unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts.
i may never open up the way i did for you.
he was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter.
tell me about the first time you saw me.
they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time.
i don't think you've changed much.
you have no room in your dreams for regrets.
they set my life in flames.
i thought it was just goodbye for now.
i loved you the way that you were.
you're a just ruler covered in mud, you look ridiculous.
i'm there most of the year, 'cause i hate it here.
you saw my bones out with somebody new who seemed like he would've bullied you in school.
how did it end? i can't pretend like i understand.
this place made me feel worthless.
i wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.
quick, quick. tell me something awful.
i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.
i can't forgive the way you made me feel.
Buried down deep
out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness.
splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.
old habits die screaming.
i'm lonely, but i'm good.
in my fantasies, i rise about it.
forgive me, [name], please know that i tried.
if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?
behind her back, her best mates laughed.
you needed me, but you needed drugs more, and i can't watch it happen.
she's the albatross, she is here to destroy you.
i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell when somebody still wants me.
were you makin' fun of me?
nostalgia is a mind's trick.
i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.
does it feel alright to now know me?
excellent fun 'til you get to know her.
life was always easier on you.
tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be.
it wasn't a fair fight.
if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.
i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father.
are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?
i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.
all that time you were throwin' punches, i was buildin' somethin'.
one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.
i'm hearing voices like a madman.
you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.
but i can't forget the way you made me heal.
they nicknamed her 'the bolter'.
wise men once said 'wild winds are death to the candle'.
now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.
i'm gonna get you back.
push the reset button, we're becomin' something new.
i'm watchin' american pie with you on a saturday night.
i'm an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch.
#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#rp prompts#rp sentences#rp starters#rp memes#rp lyrics#rp lyric starters#taylor swift lyrics#ttpd: the anthology#memes#prompts#lyric sentence starters#mymemes.#*
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Every Current Formula 1 Driver But I Decided They Were All Bugs
No Thoughts, Head Empty, Only Insects I Enjoyed From My Single Entomology Class Several Years Ago. Sorry to folks from outside the states. Most of these are like. my local critters.
Max Verstappen - Appalachian Jewelwing, Calopteryx angustipennis I have no reasoning behind this one. He just gives me the vibes of a damselfly kinda man.
Sergio Pérez - Synoeca Cyanea, a species of warrior wasp, or just the Synoeca genus again, literally no justification besides he's on the dark blue team and I just really like these wasps. Please read the Synoeca wikipedia page. they are SO cool.
Lewis Hamilton - Violet Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa violacea fashionable! cool lookin bee!
George Russell - Blue Hawker, Aeshna cyanea
Charles Leclerc - Cattle Killer/Cow Killer, Dasymutilla occidentalis (letting my south midwestern hick jump OUT here. most folks call em velvet ants)
Carlos Sainz - Red Admiral, Vanessa atalanta
Lando Norris - Walker's Cicada, Megatibicen pronotalis this is NOT meant to be a drag I actually love these freakishly loud animals but he just gives bright green cicada energy.
Oscar Piastri - Green Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa aerata cop out? yeah. good bee and something that feels correct? yes.
Fernando Alonso - Mourning Cloak, Nymphalis antiopa i love these fuckin bugs. absolute freaks of nature. they live for like a full year and they're always wandering around and getting up to something. plus they're very distinguished.
Lance Stroll - Common Buckeye, Junonia coenia I'm not even gonna elaborate on this one.
Valtteri Bottas - Eastern Cicada Hawk, Sphecius speciosus I just think they're neat!
Zhou Guanyu - Ebony Jewelwing, Calopteryx maculata blatant favoritism here. The ebony jewelwing is perhaps my all time favorite bug from home :) (its also v stylish)
Esteban Ocon - Chinese Mantis, Tenodera sinensis a noble creature that frequently scares the life out of me when i find one outside my window. Why the fuck are you so long. I appreciate u anyway.
Pierre Gasly - European Field Cricket, Gryllus campestris he just *feels* a bit crickety. Idk what to tell u man.
Kevin Magnussen - Halloween Beetle (or in America, the Japanese Lady Bug), Harmonia axyridis the most determined little bastard in the animal kingdom. They WILL get into your apartment through that microscopic sliver in the window.
Nico Hulkenberg - Green June Beetle, Cotinis nitida idk dude he just serves local scarab
Daniel Ricciardo - Black-And-Yellow Mud Dauber, Sceliphron caementarium im sure you are all noticing how much i love wasps by now. i was SO brave not making this a wasp only post. if ur american and a hick (hey girl(gn) hey) you'll know these guys From Constantly Being In Your Car's Inner Workings
Yuki Tsunoda - Bullet Ant, Paraponera clavata tiny but mighty!!!!! (short king solidarity)
Alex Albon - Great Black Wasp, Sphex pensylvanicus yet more blatant favoritism for my faves. Yes this post is so i can assign the williams boys and zg my fave types of local bugs. Anyway. this is one of the best wasps in the world. if u see her irl please stop for a moment to appreciate her. she's usually a docile species but she is very big and i love her. (good hunter too)
Logan Sargeant - Blue Dasher, Pachydiplax longipennis the ultimate late spring and all of summer insect of america. voted america's sweetheart of every local body of water eight millionth year in a row!!!! one of the best dragonflies in the country and i am serious!!! if u live in north america this summer, find a LAKE, a POND, A RIVER, perhaps even a CREEK!!!!!! A POOL WILL EVEN GET YOU! you'll find these folks. at current you might catch mating flight season!!! anyway. these are crazy good hunters and they're a beautiful little baby blue shade. anyway. logan and the rest of williams should go huntin for these when he gets back to florida. think it would fix em.
#zoomies posting#kazoo noises#babys first f1 season#sports posting#i said id do it and i was very serious#also sorry for the funky ordering i did this like in order that i thought of them and then had to match the teammates to whoever i did firs#this is why williams are the last ones here. i could NOT decide which wasp alex was gonna be
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Fury (Din Djarin x Reader)
After an encounter with some low-life locals, Din almost doesn't make it in time to save you. Fear sends him into a rage that is nothing like the Mandalorian you'd come to know.
Requested by @4ng3lf43:
#15 This isn’t you
#7 You’re scaring me
A/N: Angry Din is hot Din... not for the reader though, that's scary Din. THIS IS A LOOOOOONG ONE I GOT CARRIED AWAY
NOT PROOFREAD
Category: Angst, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending
Warnings: Swearing, Graphic Violence
You hadn't realized just how bad you were at fighting.
Despite what your Mandalorian counterpart had tried to teach you, time and time again, you'd come to realize you were terrible under pressure. Your hands had flailed uselessly and you'd just resorted to biting and kicking, not your proudest moment but the best you could offer at the time.
"Tell us where he is," a voice sounded from behind you, low and mocking. You grimaced and strained against your bindings, the scumbags had tied you to a chair with wire rope and it was cutting into your skin. Though, those movements stopped pretty quick when you felt the tell-tale press of a blaster against the back of your head.
The person rounded your predicament, coming to stand before you with their weapon outstretched, that damned barrel aiming straight between your eyes. It was a Twi', you observed.
He had dark cerulean skin with a deep-set gaze and, once, you might have thought him handsome had you seen him in a cantina somewhere. But you weren't in a bar, you were in a cold, dim room wishing your bounty hunter would hurry up.
"Who?" You rasped, groaning as he pushed the blaster further into your forehead.
"Don't play dumb," he snarled, "where is the Mando?"
Your breath hitched, you didn't have to play dumb, you did a pretty good job of embodying the word every day. There was nothing you could tell him, though. Not that you would.
Your companion had disappeared to find his bounty, leaving you to your own devices in the markets. You had a list of parts that you'd needed, excited to finally have a couple of days to rest and patch up the ship, it had been falling apart despite your patch jobs.
"I don't know," you said honestly. "He doesn't tell me these things."
The Twi' snarled, turning to his entourage behind him. There were around six in his crew, all of them of differing species, shuffling on their feet impatiently. They stared back at him, one of them raising their shoulders in a shrug.
They were amateurs, you realized. As you looked closer you realized they were all relatively young, the Twi' would have been the oldest of them all; but even he was a new adult.
"Is it credits your after?" You asked gently, a newfound softness blooming across your chest. They were new to the game and this planet was unforgiving, you highly doubt they were here by choice.
The azure creature turned to face you, panic evident across his features. From the twist of his mouth and the scrunch of his brow bone, you could tell he was distressed. He had thought this would be easy, and he most likely knew you were telling the truth. Now he had just kidnapped the Mandalorian's counterpart, painted a target across his back and gotten nothing to gain from the whole disaster.
"He's my bounty," he snapped, raising the weapon to your face once more. You knew better than to underestimate him, a panicking person is a trigger happy person- Mando had taught you that early on.
"You're not going to get him, kid." You shook your head, your gaze imploring. "You're only going to get hurt if you don't let me go."
Something lit up in his expression, and your heart sunk to your stomach. The corner of his mouth quirked as he turned to face his crew once more, blaster holstered back into his belt. His fingers tangled into your hair and gripped hard as he dragged you forward in your seat. You bit down the cry threatening to let loose.
"We're gonna wait," he said, hope staining his words. "He'll come for them, we'll set an ambush right kriffin' here and he won't know 'til it's too late."
Your heart leapt into your throat when he glanced down at you once more. There was a hungriness in his eyes that had your lungs in a death grip, breath rattling in your chest.
"And you," he seethed, kneeling down to be at eye level where he held you. "You will suffer every minute that we have to wait."
"You don't want to do this," you rasped tremulously, fear spiking along the length of your spine like an ice-cold drip. "Please."
He said nothing, only offering a cruel and twisted smile.
Only when he raised his fist, a merciful warning of what was to come, did you close your eyes.
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"He's here!"
Your lids felt as though they were glued shut. Maybe they were, you wouldn't have been surprised if that was some sort of new torture tactic. Distantly, in the part of your mind that was still working, you felt stupid.
So, so stupid.
The empathy you had felt for the people before you, forced into a life they never would have chosen otherwise, it had gotten you into this situation to begin with. Your compassion was always your downfall, and your Mandalorian had even told you that one day you would learn your lesson.
This was definitely it.
You had failed the class but Maker had you learned.
The sound of a blaster shot whizzing by your ear jolted you to full consciousness. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to observe your surroundings despite the fuzziness of the scene. The wood behind your head was scorched, as was the rope holding you down. Someone had shot your bindings, someone had set you free.
There was the sound of muffled yelling, and the overhead lights flashed.
"Get him!"
You rubbed your eyes hard, falling to your knees gracelessly. You couldn't see anything, there was so much blood and sweat caking your lashes you were virtually blind. Your battered limbs groaned in agony with every movement, but you couldn't fall into that, you needed to get out of there.
There was the familiar sound of a flamethrower, then wretched screams that rattled your soul. Beautiful chrome armor glinted in the blurry arc of your vision and a gasp fell from your lips.
Your Mandalorian had come for you.
And he was furious.
"Who sent you?"
That voice was unrecognizable, yet you knew it was him. The fury that gripped every syllable with a fearsome growl made your knees quiver. He was a bounty hunter, a fearsome race of warrior people and he was as dangerous as they came; you knew that. But, despite all the situations you had been through, you had never seen him like this. It was terrifying to watch, and you almost wished your vision hadn't been so clear anymore.
The sound of death deafened you, and the sight of it was paralyzing.
"Get him to stop," the whisper was harsh in your ear, as you were gripped by your shoulders and pulled upright. "We surrender, just tell him to stop!"
The Twi' was behind you, using you as a human shield to protect him from the Mandalorian's wrath, but you knew that it would only provoke him. One by one, his friends fell, disfigured and agonized. You could only imagine how it felt knowing that you were next, coming to terms with the armored reaper before you.
But these were children, barely of age. While the Twi' behind you was an adult, he had barely begun his journey, and most likely had never experienced life with freedom as an option. This was the best they could do with themselves if they wanted to survive and provide for their families, you knew because you had been there.
They didn't deserve this, but then again neither had you.
Were you not all victims of an unjust society?
The room fell quiet, eerily so. There were no moans of pain, no sounds of blaster fire or metal on metal, there was nothing. You realized it was because there was no one left, no one besides the Twi' that held you in his arms.
The Mandalorian stood before you, his breathing even despite the entire incident that he had just incurred. His blaster was raised, well above your head, targeting the space between the man's eyes.
"Let them go."
The words were hard and unforgiving. You knew then that he was going to kill him.
"Mando," you whispered and the hunter's gaze snapped to yours, the tilt of the helmet indicating that you had his attention. "Just leave it. He won't hurt me if you let him go."
"He won't hurt you regardless," the words were hissed, as if spoken through gritted teeth.
"Just let me go," the Twi' pleaded. "You can have them but just let me go."
You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, inadvertently seeking comfort in someone he didn't know, in someone he had harmed. It was a dizzying thought.
"You think you deserve to go free after what you've done?" The Mandalorian jerked his head in your direction, a gesture to draw attention to your gruesome appearance.
"I'm sorry," was the broken whisper from over your shoulder.
"He's just a kid, Mando," you implored, shaking your head. "They all were."
"And look at what they did," he snapped without a thought. Your heart stuttered in your chest, there was an emptiness in his voice that you didn't recognize and for a second you feared that you wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise.
"They had no choice," you cried.
"There was a choice in that," he gestured towards your face with his free hand. You were mangled, you knew that, but you couldn't help the humiliation at being seen like this. "I had that same choice when I first caught you."
He was right. You had initially been a bounty on his list, someone who had proven themselves to be more useful in his employment than dead in carbonite. He had never hurt you, despite the tussle that had ensued, simply because there was no need.
But he was a seasoned warrior, there was no one he had to be afraid of when he had captured you. You weren't a threat to him, nothing more than a nuisance, and back then there was no one to look for you the way he had just then.
It was different and he had to have known that. "Scared people are trigger-happy people," you whispered, "you taught me that."
There was a beat before he spoke again, and you knew then that you had doomed the boy with that sentence. "Then let me teach him a lesson."
There was no time for anyone to react when the bounty hunter struck, he was as fast as a viper and as lethal as its venom. He had the Twi' in his grip in an instant, throwing him to the ground so hard you heard the crunch of his back on impact.
"No!" You shouted, forcing your body up as Din pulled his fist back. Your knees wobbled beneath you unreliably and you cringed as you launched yourself forward. "Din, stop! This isn't you!"
But he wasn't listening.
Your sob caught in your throat as you half-crawled, half-dragged your way to the altercation. You were terrified, there was no other word that could describe the emotion that gripped your heart so tightly that you thought you might faint.
You had never seen Din like that, not when Grogu had been taken, not when he fought Moff Gideon, not ever. Those times were different, they were desperate and fearful and urgent. This time, it was a completely separate person in front of you.
One look at the Twi's face had your stomach recoiling violently and you knew that he would keep going until he saw his brain matter spattered across the floor. You threw yourself onto the arm that was delivering those deadly blows, praying to whatever deity you could think of that he would stop.
"Please," you sobbed, gripping his bicep as tightly as you could. You wrapped the upper half of your body around the limb, attempting to disable him with whatever feeble strength you had left.
And while he immediately ceased his actions, the hunter's other hand came to pry you from him. "Get off."
"No, no, no, please," you wept desperately, voice shrill and broken. Din was making quick work at detaching you from himself, you had nothing left in you to fight him with. "Din, you're scaring me."
"Off."
Despite his rageful state, his movements were so fucking gentle as he placed you behind him and turned back to his victim. You shook your head, breath seizing in your lungs altogether. You couldn't stop him by holding him back, but maybe you could stop him by taking the Twi's place.
As the Mandalorian raised his fist once more, your gaze flitted to the man laid out beneath him, mangled and wheezing. His emerald gaze rested on you. Your heart stopped. There was peace in those eyes, the knowledge that he wasn't going to make it out of that room, the understanding that this was the end of the line. You could sense the deep regret, not just because of the outcome but as he had appraised your features in the small reprieve he'd received, you knew he was repenting.
Before you could stop yourself, you used the last of your energy to push yourself forward. You collapsed over the man's body, listening to the soft wheeze as you pressed your face against his chest. Letting your hands rest above his face as a pathetic shield, you wept quietly, awaiting the blow from above.
It never came. Of course, it hadn't.
No matter how furious, no matter how rageful, you would never be the one in the Mandalorian's line of fire.
But there was silence. A long, deafening quiet that had your heart racing within your chest, anticipating the words of the warrior above you. You expected him to yell, to call you naive for protecting those that would have killed you given the chance, but he didn't. He only said one thing.
"Why?"
You choked on your own tears, your chest wracking beneath the stress. There was no way you could offer a response, no way you could give him anything intelligible at all. But, as his hands slowly and ever so gently moved to sit you up, you thought he might have understood.
There was no solid reasoning, this mangled man beneath you might have deserved death, for things he could have done and things he might go on to do. But, you only saw yourself.
Why were you given a second chance, where these men were not. They were afraid, they had been uncertain, you had heard their whispers of family and debts and hunger. You had been them.
You knew they deserved punishment, just as you deserved it. But they didn't deserve death, not yet, not for this.
You hadn't even realized that you'd been moved. You suspected that you might not have been fully conscious, to begin with. You were no longer in that room and there was no one but you and the bounty hunter who had retrieved you, seated in a grassy field by a ship you had worked on hundreds of times.
"I-" Din cut himself off, slowly dragging a rag over your wounds. You could smell the bacta on the material and you hissed as it met with your mangled skin. "I'm sorry for scaring you."
You said nothing for a long moment, collecting your thoughts as the medication he had doused you in did its work. Your system was rebooting, and you had begun to understand everything that had just occurred with new clarity.
"I don't know what came over me," he continued in a low murmur, avoiding facing you head-on. He was guilty, but you weren't sure you cared. The hunter kept his gaze strictly on your injuries as he spoke, continuing with a shaky statement. "They're not dead."
You snapped your sight towards him so quickly that you made yourself dizzy. This time, he did look at you, but only briefly.
"I didn't kill them," he said again, "I knew they were kids."
Your mouth was dry and basically glued closed, you couldn't have spoken even if you wanted to. The organ in your chest was so overworked that, when it raced this time, you felt faint. You shook your head softly, confusion furrowing your brows, you could have sworn he'd done it. You were so sure he had killed them. But then again, you were hanging between consciousness and death, nothing was clear.
The Mandalorian nodded his head, and for a moment you thought he could hear your thoughts.
"I'll take you to them once you're better if you don't believe me," he huffed lightly. "I know what it looked like."
"You were out of control," you croaked, the words broken and quiet. His fingers froze with their ministrations, the bacta he had just applied slowly oxidizing along the length of your skin.
"I know."
"Why?" You whispered, although, you thought you might've already known the answer.
"Scared people are trigger-happy people, Cyare." Din murmured thickly.
You blinked owlishly at him, watching as he slowly dragged his gaze to meet your stare. His bare hand slid over yours, holding you so gently that had you not witnessed it, you never would have believed them to be capable of violence.
"And when I walked into that room and saw you like that," he shook his head and whispered your name like a prayer murmured in the desperate hours of the night. "I have never been so scared in my life."
Scared people are trigger-happy people.
And at that moment, you knew that Din would have laid waste to every galaxy if it meant keeping you safe.
#din djarin x reader#mandalorian x reader#din djarin#the mandalorian x reader#star wars#din djarin x y/n#the mandalorian#din djarin x you#baby yoda#grogu
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The Hitchhiker
Perv!Joel x hitchhiker fem!reader
word counter: 863
Summary: You're walking on the road in the middle of the night, hitchhiking your way to get home. A car stops and let you in Joel's calm demeanor hides a secret.
CW: 18+ only - smut!, dirty talk, manhandling, oral m, slight choking, degrading, p in v, breeding kink, hunter/prey, dub-con, biting, aftercare, LITERAL FILTH - minors do not interact!
Hitchhiking wasn't always the best thing to do, at times it could get scary you would get mugged or in return be asked for sexual favours which you were vehemently against. Your car had broken down and was in the fixer's so at night you would walk miles from a friend's house just to get home, but that night was different a handsome man showed up and accepted to take you for a ride home his charming demeanor is what attracted you to him. Joel was a talkative guy, asking where you're going and that he was heading the same way to see a friend.
It was 23:30 and Joel's been driving for two hours now, heading deeper into the tree's of the woods a confused look on your face appeared, fear started to rise in your chest looking at the man beside you a smirk slipped onto his face *um - sir I think we're going the wrong way, my house was 25 miles back that way* as Joel reached the cabin he turned off the engine and looked at you. Sweat was dripping down your neck and goosebumps appeared on your arms *I'm know around this area as the local perv, I hunt down attractive women and breed them* a pang of panic attacked your system, grabbing the door opening it you had ran out into the woods and hid behind the tree.
Putting your hand over your mouth to calm down your breathing, footsteps could be heard a few yards behind you *come on pretty girl, don't be like that - it's okay you're safe, as long as you're good for me* something started to throb making it uncomfortable so you rubbed your thighs together for some sort of friction. As he was coming up beside you, slowly you moved around the tree stupidly stepping on a twig. Joel sneaked up behind you and wrapped his hand around your neck *found you bunny - now get on your knees for me and open that pretty mouth of yours* ignoring what he just said his jaw was clenching and eyes filled with anger *be like that then - I'll force you down* as he did a squeal left your lips.
*now princess - undo my belt and put that cock in your mouth* still hesitating he had grabbed your chin aggressively and looked you in the eyes *if I was you I would listen - you wouldn't want to see me angry* something in his eyes darkened. Undoing his belt and opening your mouth he slipped out his cock and slapped it on your face, laughing about it tears started to appear, you've never been so degraded it was pathetic. You're now regretting your decision getting into the stranger's car. Grabbing his cock you slid it into your mouth.
*what a pathetic little bitch - taking my cock like a hungry cock sleeve, you're so enjoying this aren't you being throat fucked by a perv in the woods* the more he degraded you the more your pussy was getting wetter, his voice was like honey. Bobbing your head faster, sliding his hand into your hair grunts and moans left his mouth making you moan on his cock, taking you out your mouth saliva was dripping down your chin *fuck - you dirty little girl* grabbing your face he kissed your tongue tasting himself making him harder.
You're now on all fours, ass up and waiting Joel to breed you *what a pretty view - now I'm gonna turn you into a mommy, the way your breasts will grow with milk and stomach swell with my babies* hearing that your face turns hot red and pussy clenches around nothing. Positioning himself against your slick entrance Joel grabs your hips and slides his throbbing cock into you. *Fuck baby, you feel so damn good - the way your pussy takes my cock so we'll, was literally made for me and no-one else, my pretty little slut* clenching around him he grabbed your hair from behind and nibbled on your neck making you clench even more *if you keep going like that princess, clenching around me - I'm going to fucking explode into your tight cunt* the thought of him filling you up turning you into a mommy makes you so turned on.
Switching positions now he was on the floor, you were slowly taking his cock into your hand and slamming down onto him. Putting your hand onto his neck he put his hand around your wrist growling and grunting like an animal in heat he was so close now from breeding you *please bite me while i come into you, I'm so close* sliding your hand into his hair, pulling it back exposing his neck your mouth attaches to the sweet spot on his neck making him moan *harder darling* as you did what you were told, his body convulsed legs shaking, drool running down the corner of his mouth. Eyes rolling at the back of his head *fuck, baby take it all* he said while shooting his load into you.
exhausted you both collapse onto the floor, crawling up to him he kisses your forehead *you did so well for me*
For my depraved miller sluts 🥴
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So much for myths and legends
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Dante X F!Reader
CW: Vomiting, canon typical violence, panic, shock
Word count: Roughly 1.5K
A/N: Chapter three, where you try to process everything Lady told you while sitting in a cabin. You’ve really had a day haven’t you?
“What the hell is this?” After almost freezing his ass off Dante scowled at the lush forest laying before him. “I dropped off that Doctor and it was snowing.” Not missing the white-haired young adult from earlier standing nearby. Dropping a mention of you to see if he could get a rise out of him and see if you were the world's greatest actress.
“The hell did you do with the Doc!?” Drawing his pistol Nero pointed it at the center of mass of the older man watching him with narrowed eyes. “Did you kill her like the Vicar? She’s got nothing to do with the order or are you just out to kill as many people as you can?”
“Must be the effect of the gate.” Keeping his back to the youth as he waited for the reaction, to see if there was more to you than you let on or if this kid knew more about you.
“Answer me you asshole!” Darting forward “You like killing innocents?!” Screaming at Dante as he hovered over the edge.
Turning on his heels with a flourish “Sorry Kid, this is gonna have to wait.” Pushing himself off the edge as the sound of boots slamming against the ground rings out, smirking as the youth leans over the edge with his revolver pointed at his center of mass once more.
As Dante disappeared into the trees and swung his body to land on a thicker branch he hummed. “Innocent? Guess that kid doesn’t know anything about the Order’s so-called plan, or what Lady thinks. Trish said in her message that the Vicar had revived himself somehow, why does this have to get so complicated.” Groaning before dropping down to the ground. This gig was starting to become more involved than the devil hunter wanted it to be.
“One good thing about that little meeting, guess the doctor doesn’t have a clue what is going on. Here’s hoping being with Lady keeps her ass out of the fire, it’d be a shame if something that nice got burned.” Sauntering off through the woods headed towards what was supposed to be the order’s headquarters.
You still feel nauseous even if your feet have been on the ground for the last few hours, tucked inside a small cabin with the woman known as Lady for the last few hours. The twisting of your guts has nothing to do with the quick movement across rooftops and the impossible speed you had arrived at. No. It had to do with the undeniable fact that demons were real.
Sparda was real.
The famed figure that had according to the order of the sword been the feudal lord of the city was real, had been an actual demon that fought for the freedom of mankind and had not one but two sons.
“You doing alright there Doc? You're looking paler and paler all the time.” The large-chested woman is bending in front of you as the sweat drips down the back of your neck, you're not.
“I'm in shock. I'm processing the fact I watched people be killed by demons which prior to today I never believed were real. I've learned what I thought was a bunch of suspicious nonsense is real and I was almost killed because of it. Add to that how I was saved by the son of what amounts to this city's local deity and he's a devil hunter.” Looking up at the dark-haired woman with part of your brain trying to figure out how she isn't cold with her amble chest on display while you try to calm your racing heart. “So short answer. No.”
“You are a funny one Doc.” Shaking her head before holding out a sealed water bottle for you to take. You don't know where she pulled it from but you'll take it, inspecting the plastic before cracking the cap and taking a sip. “Did you think I'd drug you or something?”
Raising an eyebrow at her as if surprised she'd ask. “I met you just a few hours ago, and you've spun a rather crazy tail. So suspecting psychoactive drugs slipped into a tampered water bottle to make all of this seem even more real is not out of the realm of possibility.” The water flowing down your throat to ease the dryness you were feeling helped, and your rational mind realizes it's been several hours since you ate anything.
Shit.
No wonder you feel as disgusting as you do. Well, the vomiting hadn't helped but even that had mostly been bile, so much for taking better care of your diet after you stopped working at the hospital.
“You're entitled to think what you think.” Shrugging her shoulders as Lady stalked around the small space before pushing part of a curtain blocking the view into the cabin from the window and looking out. “I'm surprised with how cautious you are that you took a job running a small practice outside of the city.”
A small cough that you hide behind your hand as you narrow your eyes at her turned back. “Now how would you know about that?” You have to shove down your body's reactions to everything that had happened today because now the warning bells are going off in your head.
“You might not realize it, but you're the first person in almost a decade to move into Fortuna. So you moving in would make waves, and being a devil hunter myself investigating the order of the sword there was no way I wasn't looking into the newcomer.” Lady doesn't even seem the slightest unfazed by your question, answering you bluntly.
“I'm not really with the order.” You don't know why you're trying to make the distinction now. “I mean sure they pay me the difference to make up for my pay in the city, but I came here to help people. In the city, I never saw people a second time, so I just started thinking no one cared what I did to help them or their families.”
While looking down at the water bottle in your hand and processing the fact her line of thinking makes sense you miss Lady biting her lip. A look of concern flashed across her face as her emotions rolled back and forth inside of her. Should she tell you that you didn't see people a second time because they thought you were a miracle worker? If Dante was right that you knew nothing about being part demonic yourself then maybe you were clueless as to the abilities you had.
“I think it's great you came to help people, I just think those people who brought you in might have done so under a false pretense.” Lady wasn't stupid. She had learned from her own experiences how easy it was to fall prey to false hope and offers that were too good to be true.
“What are you talking about?” You're tired of all these flip-flopping emotions and honestly, you just want to eat something or lay down and hope you wake up to find out this was all just some crazy dream after all.
“The people of the order of the sword are a cult, and for some reason brought you in.” Turning on her heels and striding towards you. “I think there might be more to you than you think, I don't think they just picked any old doctor to come in and start treating people.”
“They aren't a cult.” Snapping back at her as you think of Nero and Kyrie. Sure some of them were beyond strange, but you can't see someone as sweet as Kyrie being wrapped up in a cult. Wouldn't they have to offer her more than just singing during their ceremonies at the church?
And Nero? That boy was suspicious of just about everything that had to do with the Order even if he was a sweetheart under that tough guy exterior. Thinking back to when you had wrapped his arm in a cast and he kept trying to hide as if he was ashamed of getting hurt. Yet you think of Angus and how he often muttered under his breath about you, or the way the Vicar seemed to respond to some of your questions when you first came to Fortuna. “Well. Maybe, but not all the members are in on whatever is happening.” You aren’t stupid. If Lady keeps talking about the Order the way she does you have to assume they have something to do with whatever is happening around you and the town.
“Be that as it may, it's probably a good thing you're not in the line of fire anymore.” Lady turned as your stomach made a noise and she lowered her sunglasses down her nose. “Sounds like you could use some food Doc.” Only for Lady to turn on her heels and moments later have one of the walls of the cabin implode.
Raising a hand to shield your eyes before screaming at what looked like one of the suits of armor that the Order used came crashing in and looked directly at you. The point of its spear bashed Lady on the side of the head and sent her careening into the far wall as another suit swept in and grabbed you before flying out through another wall.
This has not been your day. Not at all.
Chapter Two
#dante devil may cry#dmc5#dante x reader#dante x you#dmc 4#devil may cry#dante#dante sparda#x reader#twink writes#eventual smut#eventual romance
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HEY I WAS WONDER IF YOU COULD WRITE SOMETHING FLUFFY ABOUT HUNTER CONFESSING TO FEMALE Y/N AND THEY KISS?? EDA, LUZ, KING, GUS AND WILLOW WATCH HUNTER AS HE CONFESSES TO Y/N! Before Y/N could tell him how she feels about him too he apologize’s and says that that was a dumb idea and he runs away covering his face blushing. The next day Hunter tries to avoid Y/N for the whole day. Y/N decides to just go up to him when he’s all alone and finally tells him how she feels too and they kiss again!! WOOHOO!!
Hello! Thank you for your request! Here it is~
Tw: none
Contains: Fluff, adorable blushing, just a stuttering mess
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Today was the day. Hunter stares at himself in the mirror, a little red with his own nerve.
“Okay..okay! You can do this, Hunter! Just..come up to her, and tell her how you feel. It won’t be hard! You used to be in the emperor’s coven, you used to battle criminals on the daily! What’s one confession to a really cool girl gonna do to your ego? Nothing, that’s what!”
Even his lies don’t convince him. He sighs, running his hands through his hair.
“Who am I kidding…Y/N isn’t just some cool girl…she’s the coolest! Ughh—”
Whatever. This day with everyone to the local county fair might give him some confidence. Hunter still had to get ready, after all.
Yeah, he’s definitely not ready for this.
_
It had been quite a day. Hunter definitely thought so. Willow and Gus ran off to go do a bet — ‘whoever pukes first before going through all the rides loses!’. Ew. And Luz and Amity went off to win some plushie for each other. Eda and King went around, scamming oblivious tourists.
So now…he was alone. With Y/N. In a secluded spot behind the food court. They both sat together, quiet.
Hunter glances over to Y/N. She was looking at the fireworks above, a soft smile on her features. He reddens, looking away. She was just so…pretty. How could he even start?
“Um..Y/N?”
“Yes, Hunter?” She looks over to him. The sounds of the fireworks seem to fade away when she locks eyes with him. Titan, he really was smitten.
“I uh, have something to tell you.”
“Oh? Go ahead!” she grins. She looks at him curiously, fiddling with the hems of her dress. Hunter gulps.
“So, you know how we’ve known each other for a while?”
“Mhm.”
“I, um, guess…I caught something in those years of knowing you.” He was just making himself suffer at this point, dragging the whole thing longer than it needed to be. Just say the words!
Y/N continued to look at him with that awe-struck eyes. “And?” she asks gently, waiting patiently for his next string of words to come out.
“...feelings. I..I caught feelings for you. Y-you’re just really, pretty, and really sweet, and you’re so cool, a-and..”
His face felt like it was on fire, red as a beet. Hunter stumbles on his words, while Y/N simply stares at him with those eyes, so alluring. Like she was waiting for him to get to the point.
He glances at her lips. A static shock goes against his heart, like it was trying to egg him on.
“I..”
He leans closer. Y/N does the same. He could feel her breath on his lips, so close — it smelled like lavender, and a hint of cinnamon. From the pretzel she had eaten before, he thinks with a quiet chuckle.
And without further ado, they lock lips. It was short, chaste, soft. It had been something Hunter found himself thinking about too much – how it would be lke to kiss her. And this..this was more than he could ever imagine. Something beyond his wildest dreams.
He loved it.
His heart gives a flutter before they breath apart. Suddenly shy, Y/N whispers,
“What are you trying to say?”
“W-what I’m trying to say is—” And with that, Hunter knew he was fighting a losing battle— “NOTHING, I’M NOT SAYING ANYTHING! Y-YOU’RE CRAZY! SORRY THIS WAS A BAD IDEA. OKAY GOODBYE FOREVER.”
He stands up quickly, before running off, hiding his very red face in his hands, he looked like he was about to explode at that point. In his mind he’s firing off so many thoughts, all at once, still very flustered — oh, Titan, why did I say that, now she’s gonna hate me forever, I shouldn’t have said anything at all, and kissing her?! I’m so dead.
Y/N was left to her own uncollected thoughts as everyone appeared from their hiding places.
“I really thought he was gonna do it!” gasps Willow, as Gus lends her a handful of popcorn. “Jeez, he chickened out? Boo!” he adds.
“Man, just when I thought he gathered up all his confidence,” Luz says with a shake of her head.
“Poor Y/N, though, she’s utterly confused,” Amity says, pointing at Y/N. She seemed a little red herself, to be honest, still staring at Hunter’s fading figure.
“He literally kissed her, what is it with you kids and your unnecessary drama?” Eda says, perhaps a little too loud.
When Y/N turns around, everyone pops back into their hiding places.
“He…he likes me?” she says, reddening. Flustered.
-THE NEXT DAY-
The blonde boy sighs. He had a lot on his mind. Too many thoughts clouding his rational thinking. He glances up at the wisteria tree above him. He liked the Hexside garden. A lot. It could clear his head.
But not today. Not even the sweet scent of the wisteria could help him this time.
“Skipping classes, are you?”
Hunter jolts at the voice — her voice — before looking her way. Y/N stands there, a soft, unreadable expression painted on her face.
“How did you find me?” he asks first.
She sits down beside him with a sigh. “Luz told me.”
“Of course she did..” he mutters to himself.
It was quiet again. Neither knew what to say. When Hunter looks back at her, he realizes she was already looking at him. Surprised, he quickly glances away, cheeks red.
“About last night…”
“Look, can we just…forget about what happened? I-I’m sorry, I made everything awkward between us–”
“No, no, not at all!” she smiles, touching his hand. “You…you put things into perspective with me, actually..”
“And? Wh…what do you think?” he was anxious, fidgeting and red. He didn’t know if he wanted to hear the next words that would escape Y/N’s lips or not.
“I like you back, Hunter. How could I not? You’re so sweet, and very kind, and you’re stupidly adorable when you’re flustered.”
He blinks.
What?
“..What?” He repeats the singular word in his mind.
“I like you back, you big dork,” she repeats, grinning up at him, still red. “So, what do you say?”
“I..”
Another absentminded glance back to her lips, and Hunter gives in. The faint static of electricity blooms in his chest, the same one back at the fair…
And this time, she leans in. This time, she initiates the kiss. He didn’t think it possible to feel the fluttering in his heart again, not when it was so rare, but he did. He felt it. And suddenly he was a mess again, a stupid, dorky, awkward mess. He melts into the kiss, shutting his eyes. It was…perfect. This time, the kiss wasn’t too short, Hunter could focus on the different parts of it…how soft her lips were, probably from the chapstick she liked to use…lavender, that was it. That was why he tasted lavender…and the smell of the wisteria leaves seem to flutter and dance about the pair.
When they both pulled apart, it was apparent Y/N herself was blushing.
“I say..”
She waits for his response, with baited breath.
“...that your chapstick tastes pretty good.”
She blinks, then laughs. Her laugh always was so angelic…Hunter, focus here! She giggles, slightly, still a little surprised but giddy at his joke.
“Do you want the brand?” she teases. He rolls his eyes playfully, almost forgetting his nervousness.
“Maybe I could try tasting it again? Uh, you know…just as a trial, to see if I wanna buy my own.”
“Be my guest.”
They kiss again, under that wisteria tree. He was in pure bliss. Was this the feeling many spoke of? He finally understood.
Under that wisteria tree, Hunter could see the secrets of the universe in her eyes, he could feel everything with her kiss.
Under the wisteria tree.
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Hope it wasn't too cringy lol. Thanks for your request again!!
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I'd like to order an old fashioned with Frank Castle, please!
So here goes my silly thot:
hunter/butcher!Frank au (anything to do with selling meat)
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"I didn't come here for meat. I came for your meat."
AHHH MY LOVE!!! THANK YOU!!! 💖
i'm not gonna lie to you, reading this one turned me rabid. if i may be an absolute whore add some spice to this old fashioned-
this old fashioned is garnished with jalepeño (minors dni)
thots below the cut
frank castle's meat
let's set the stage, shall we? we're talking long haired, bearded frankie (think punisher season 1)
he's the local butcher in town, and all his meats come from his own hunting kills
now frankie has a shop most of his customers come to so they can get their meats, but because you typically work while his shop is open, he allows you to come by his cabin to pick up your orders
his secluded cabin in the middle of the woods (you know where this is going)
now you know for a fact he doesn't allow anyone else to do this, and you use that knowledge that he's sweet on you to your full advantage
maybe your dresses and shorts get a little shorter with every visit, or your shirts get just a little more low cut, but frankie doesn't seem to mind and you notice his flannels and henleys are far more unbuttoned around you than they are when he's in town
being the gentleman he is, he loads everything into your car for you
"can't have you gettin' your pretty hands all dirty."
sometimes he lingers for a moment, leaning up against your car as he asks you about your day or how work is going, and you ask him questions in return. if he's busy and doesn't have time for small talk, he'll throw a little extra something in for you, but he never invites you inside
he's not the chattiest person, and he's always polite and professional when he's talking to you, but that doesn't mean you don't catch the way his eyes wander when he thinks you're not watching him
you keep your flirting playful and light, just in case you're reading him wrong and he really is just that nice, but eventually you grow frustrated and decide if he's not going to make a move, then you will
so you put on your prettiest dress and the sexiest pair of panties you own and drive to frankie's one friday night, and that mountain of a man is on his porch before you can even shut your engine off bc he saw the headlights
and while there's clear confusion on his face when he sees you, the second you get out of your car and he sees what you’re wearing, that confusion quickly melts into something else
"hey sweetheart. I uh...missin' somethin'? didn't think you had an order to pick up tonight."
and the clear lust shinning in his eyes underneath the glow of the moonlight fills you to the brim with that last ounce of confidence you needed to finally get what you want
you swear you see him swallow thickly when you approach him slowly with a sultry smile on your lips and a shake of your head
"I didn't come here for meat, Frankie. I came for your meat."
again, being the gentleman he is, frankie just stares at you with wide eyes, refusing to make a move until he's sure he knows exactly what you're asking for and stumbling over his words
"I uh...don't think I...I know what you're askin' for here, sweetheart."
"I think you do, Frankie. I think you want something from me, too. What do you say we work out a trade?"
if you weren't so turned on you would find it comical that you rendered the giant broody man everyone in town was intimidated by so nervous that he couldn't speak, but you were turned on and impatient so you take frankie's hands and guide them to your hips until he gets the hint
and that is all the confirmation he needs to pounce and then there is not an inch of your skin his hands aren't exploring
he's wanted you for so long that he can't even make it to the bedroom. he spreads you out right over his dining table and drops to his knees to get a taste of you before he's fucking you so hard over it that the table ends up halfway across the living room by the time he's done with you
needless to say, you're his favorite customer
#frank castle#frank castle headcannon#frank castle thots#frank castle request#frank castle smut#frank castle x you#frank castle x reader#court's 2k follower celebration#court's 2k friends celebration
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"Why yall like Hassian so much?"
The title is a half-quote of a question dropped on Palia Discord, and of course my hands started itching.
Not because the question ticked me off.
It's because that simple question alone set my brain on "I will be brief" mode.
And the "will be brief" mode is always, without fail, this one:
WIthout further ado, here's my widdle essay, copy-pasted from the notepad file as it was intended to be shared on that server at some point (so if there's any weird self-censoring like "strong dislike", you already know why).
This is gonna be very much spoiler-y in a lot of points, so if you haven't reached max friendship + romance and/or don't like spoilers in general, pls skip this ramble.
That being said…
Having reached max friendship and also romance with Hassian, I see his being overall "cold" (or "sour", as someone else in game would define it) as some kind of psychological defense/self-preservation mechanism.
When you reach enough friendship with him, he will openly confess/admit that it's not like he doesn't like humans, but he is wary of them. He admits to be like that towards anything new/unknown, and humans are, in fact new/unknown to him.
He even has a random dialogue where he actually thank you for giving him a chance to know humans better through your (friendship) bonding.
According to other dialogues, Hassian is also seen playing cards with Auni at the inn, and quite often too, apparently. This is met with mixed reactions from a few of the other locals: Reth makes jokes about it, saying that he always thought that Hassian would come at the inn only to see how other people could disappoint him (or something on that line), Nai'o is straight up worried that Hassian could be a bad influence or something on his little brother, and Sifuu has a more indirect line about it, saying that Hassian has a liking/soft spot for animals and children (which gives her a glimmer of hope that her sone, one day, might settle down and start a family).
This is a first clue that Hassian is actually a gentle soul.
In regard of Reth's aforementioned remark, I have this feeling that this might have something to do with the way Chapaa are generally viewed by the locals. Everyone sees them as cute & cuddly & fluffy animals (you even have Tish straight up cooing about them, in one of the Maji market-related dialogues), despite how Chapaa have come to be in the valley and the consequences.
Hassian will tell you that the Chapaa are not a natice species, but have been introduced at some point by Kenli, with the intentions of breeding them as pets. But the Chapaa at some other point escaped into the wild, where their population started to grow uncontrollably; the fact that they lacked (and still lack, apparently) natural predators means that Chapaa are now an invasive species that need some sort of "pest control" system.
But apparently Kenli has been refusing to take any action of sort in this sense because "but Chapaa cute :(" reasons, while every other villager seems to have a similar line of thought about those critters, leading Hassian to take matters into his hunter-hands.
This would explain why Hassian seems to look at everyone in disappointment when he drops by the inn.
Another clue that Hassian is more than meets the eye lies in a random dialogue of Auni, when you reach enough friendship with either that child and/or Hassian; our mail boy will kind of break confidentiality with you and tell you that Hassian always gets romance novels delivered from the library all the times. He also says that they are "very mushy stuff", which confirms that Hassian may be actually quite a sensitive person.
This trait of Hassian is also confirmed by other things/dialogues. For starters, he writes poetry (or at least he has tried to, at some point), and you can even see some of those writing by yourself in his grove, upon finding a book with torn pages (he didn't rip them btw, it was some Chapaa's fault). At the beginning of that side quest, Hassian will try to deny the book is his, despite... ye know... his name is right there. And at the end of the quest he will asks you not to mention that book to anyone, because he has "a reputation to uphold".
You can also get some more clues upon finding an abandoned letter in one of the camps in Bahari (somewhere in the northern half, more precisely). That letter will also reveal that Hassian and Tamala had a short-lived affair (that letter is also the ultimate reason why I "strongly dislike" Tamala's guts with a passion, for the records).
Tamala and Hassian's story could be also the reason why Hassian is now even more prone to not let his feelings on.
According to what I could grasp about this ordeal, one day Tamala spotted Hassian "snooping around" her house (he was just minding his own business, hunting and also selling some stuff). It is unclear which one aprroached the other first, all we know is that Tamala bought a Sernuk rug from him, then asked him to enter her boudoir (aka: her bedroom), unofficially to ask for his opinion on where it could've been placed. Officially… completely unrelated things happened. Tamala never says what, exactly, but the way she tells that bit leaves very little to one's (naughty-naughty) imagination.
And apparently, Hassian instantly fell head over heel for Tamala, but it looks like Tamala never made her intentions clear from the very beginning; the whole time, Hassian probably thought that her intentions were serious, while Tamala was in only for "some fun".
It is also implied that Tamala herself may ahve pretty much treated him like her personal "toy boy", while Hassian kept on misinterpreting all that as her way of courting a suitor back, to the point that he presented her his own pin; if you romanced anyone in this game, you know what a big and important step this is considered.
This is apparently when Tamala finally decided to dump Hassian; her random dialogues say that she broke with him when he tried to talk about a marriage, while Hassian's dialogue (at the end of his max romance quest) seems to add some more details to that, saying something like "I thought you would've come back to throw my pin in my face".
Now: think about what a pin signifies, keep in mind what big deal these pins are, now imagine someone straight up throwing said pin back to the sender's face while telling them to pretty much F off and never come back. That ought to cause some damage on an emotional level.
Even Sifuu herself, at some point, confesses with you that she was worried that you would "pull a Tamala" on Hassian (not to mention: Sifuu is still also all set on wanting to kick Tamala's rear, after all these years), but she is also glad that, with you, she had been wrong.
As cherry on top, Hassian might have unprocessed childhood trauma, which might lead him to constantly keep his feelings in check (and being awkward when trying to disclose them) as well.
At some point we get to know that he had two moms: Sifuu and Taylin. Hassian was clearly more attached to Taylin than Sifuu, and even after all this time the loss of "momma" still stings real bad to him.
When Sifuu made him proof-read her own autobiography, Hassian simply flipped because of what he sees as complete lies on how "mother" and "momma" first met, considering that altered story as an insult to Taylin's memory (whereas Sifuu was only trying to spice things up for artistic reasons).
Some time after that thing with the book, when Sifuu asks for his help to clear Taylin's belongings, Hassian do agree that they both needed to finally move on and and also tried to help his mother, but soon he found out he couldn't bring himself to do it.
The loss of Taylin could mean that Hassian is now subconsciously "afraid" to love someone as much as he loved "momma", probably fearing to suffer that same pain all over again. And the ordeal with Tamala might have left him extra wary of disclosing his feelings as well, which would all bring us to his aloof and seemingly cold demeanour in game.
#palia#palia game#palia open beta#sharky's random thoughts#everyone non-Hassian is like ''omg he is SO RUDE 😤''#and I've been here going from ''huh so you're the tsundere type. Gotchu. 👍'' to ''OMFG YOU POOR BROKEN THING😭😭''#SIDE NOTE: I keep desperately editing this post#but for some godforsaken reason the ''keep reading'' break doesn't work in Tumblr tags???#but the post HAS THE BREAK if I view it from my own blog?????#TUMBLR WHY DHAJKSDHJKASDHK
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