#cause yeah... this is pretty critical

[erinwantstowrite]

every time i start panicking about the small details (like how i don't know near as much marvel lore as i do DC, etc) i remind myself that LoF wasn't supposed to get super popular and im just having fun and practicing writing for my own books and suddenly that anxiety goes away. like it's not gonna be perfect and it was born out of me and my friend being goofy

[paperglader]

in this episode Imogen:

Took off her circlet. You know, that one that finally gave her peace and quiet, that soothed her constant pain and anxiety, and that gave her the confidence and energy to get back to fully feeling comfortable on her own skin after years. That’s the one. She just took it off.

Told laudna that she was disgusted by the fact that delilah was always watching them. You know, something that laudna fully has no control over whatsoever.

Admitted that she felt like she’s “tainted” and that the gods have been ignoring her for her entire life, in spite of her trying over and over to reach them. So she doesn’t really want to save them.

Mentioned being genuinely scared of meeting Liliana again. Totally not a problem, I’m sure nothing bad will happen there. Specially not in the next couple of episodes.

Said some unfair stuff to fearne, that I genuinely think is coming from somewhere else entirely, and I hope we circle back to eventually.

It’s safe to say that I am officially ✨worried✨ about the farmgirl

[hakugin0]

tablet just force halted art prog by being almost dead so have some late night ramblings (dol edition? kinda) anyway I really need them to drop an update so I can be hit with the insanity:tm: I miss Ines and I miss my fox PC twins that are stuck unfinished on some canvas in WIP limbo. And also! Because I see so many people's pretty PCs on my tl and I'm... wrangles my hands... your barbies so pretty I need to simp (my guy I mean this so hard if I wasn't shy I'd be openly barking in some people's inboxes) i know game dev takes a while but maaaaaan... next part is gonna be a bit critical so ya know puts it in a read more for anyone that does not care! YOUR PCS ARE STILL HOT AND I HOPE THEY'RE THRIVING KBYE

So ever since last update (but kinda from the temperature/weather update too) dol left a certain familiar taste in my mouth that for the longest time I couldn't put a finger on... BUT I FINALLY DID IT

It's kinda reminding me of Yandere Simulator development (I've just dated myself so hard). And before you jump on me about how shitty yandev was and everything, trust I know, I mean more in the feature bloat, bear with me for a second. Did DOL need a housekeeping class/way to level housekeeping easier as imo it was the hardest skill to level? Yes. Did it need like 100+ (it might be less but I know it's a lot) recipes related to that? I think we can all agree that no it didn't. It's a nice addition don't get me wrong but that still feels a bit wasteful. I kinda have the same thoughts on the temperature/weather update, yes it's a nice addition but there were some other things that could've used updates. I know DOL is a sandbox but there is clearly a wider plot/quest to engage with except lore/plot progression is tied to some very particular actions/characters so unless you're interested in those particular characters then boohoo.

On the topic of characters there's some that have much more content comparatively to each other (there is a whole Whitney rant in here as a former/maybe-not-former Whitney fucker but that's for another day). Now I might be wrong but I remember seeing in a Vrel QnA that there was also a plant person LI planned too which I'll be honest I scrunched my nose at 'cause we have enough LIs/NPCs already (that need more development anyway), but of course that is just my humble opinion. If I were to put it in one word it feels like current development is a bit aimless? I won't claim to have some extensive game dev knowledge but I did have to write a game bible before and plan for something small scale and a thing that was heavily pushed was knowing what the core of the game was and then adding on to it. So yeah you'd think you'd first focus on the core and then add side bits to it.

Mind you I wanna believe they're actually actively working on the core plot/quest (paying Bailey off/finding out what the whole cult's deal is/etc) but I think the last active update to that we got was either the new Avery poker date(but do please correct me if I'm wrong). I know there's people dissatisfied with some of the lore elements and I think devs being a bit flip floppy with the lore helps, we started at non-con game where you try to make rent to PC being basically at the core of a whole religious cult without meaning to 'cause they clearly are in some way related to frankly everything. Anyway I just wanted to scream to the void so don't mind me but I also enjoy game dev and DOL did at some point inspire me to maybe try doing a text-adventure style thingie

[teethbomb]

hhhhhhnnngh

[apostaterevolutionary]

Okay can I be a bitter Anders fan for like. Just 2 minutes here lmao

Cause bioware released some game stats for veilguard and apparently 72% of players redeemed Solas which is like. Okay yeah the game kinda pushes you towards that. But when I think of all the shit I used to have to put up with just for enjoying Anders like at all and…

(This is not me being anti-Solas, I do not care if you love or hate him, but I am gonna say what he’s done is like. Objectively worse than literally every other companion so lmao. And that’s fine! You can still enjoy him! I’m not saying you can’t and it’s important to me that people understand that! I’m just saying he did in fact do objectively morally worse things in game than Anders did and I don’t think that’s really debatable. And I can’t really make my point here without saying that but I do want to make it clear this is not some moral condemnation of Solas enjoyers cause it’s not)

Getting anon hate on the regular, being told “oh you’re allowed to like Anders as long as you regularly talk about how much he sucks”, people gleefully describing how much fun they have killing him ON your posts about the fact that you like him, the devs making jokes about shitty fates for him when fans asked innocent questions about him, the absolute audacity of his writer to say half the shit she did in interviews (about bisexuality and mental illness, most critically), and then being beaten over the head again in inquisition about how Anders is the worst character to ever exist and there’s no redemption for terrorists who lie to you one time in the entire game and he deserves death or worse and that’s it

And now… 72% of people are down to redeem the guy who lies to you for 2 games straight and who did a lot of questionable things that includes creating the fucking blight and. Like. I guess I’m glad that Solas fans can live in a world where they aren’t constantly harassed and can give their ship like. A pretty damn good ending all things considered. And that the devs love Solas and actually give the option for that happy ending and have characters go to bat for Solas throughout the game and the most annoying thing they have to see are people making scrambled egg memes. I would not wish anyone to have to deal with the shit Anders fans had to put up with back then cause it sucked. It really sucked. And I’m glad it’s not being repeated with a different character, if nothing else

But like. Man there really is a difference when the writers actually like the character who does the thing, huh

[pussyisg0d]

photographer!vi headcanons

sfw & nsfw

note: hi ive never done this before. writing these i have like a chubby!user (reader?? idfk) in mind since that’s basically me! its not directly mentioned though

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sfw (slightly suggestive)

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photographer!vi who has to constantly buy new sd cards cause all she does is take photos of you

photographer!vi who begs you to pose for her when you dress up all nice

photographer!vi who tells you how pretty you are and how you’re doing so good for her, just to get you to smile while posing

photographer!vi who’s camera roll is just photos of you with the occasional meme, landscape photo, or workout photo

photographer!vi who lets you take photos of her sometimes (specifically her back tattoo)

photographer!vi who takes mirror selfies with her camera after just working out (definitely transfers them to her phone just to show you)

photographer!vi who’s job is to photograph events that she ends up bringing you to just to show you off (and show off her amazing camera skills to you)

photographer!vi who sometimes does portrait photography

photographer!vi who makes it known she has a girlfriend whenever one of the women she’s photographing tries to flirt with her

photographer!vi who will teach you how to use a camera and get extremely good photos (if you dont know how already)

photographer!vi who occasionally will record videos of you and her’s everyday life (like a little mini movie)

photographer!vi who will move you like a doll so you’re posed how she wants you to be

photographer!vi who has a portfolio dedicated to you…..and other parts of you.

photographer!vi who will literally cry if you buy her a new camera, one she’s been wanting for years

photographer!vi who will buy a polaroid camera just so she can have a polaroid of you in her phone case

photographer!vi who will constantly compliment your looks. “you’re so pretty today baby.” “you look gorgeous in this lighting.”

photographer!vi who tests all new camera techniques she learns by taking photos of you

photographer!vi who pretends to be paparazzi when you model the new clothes you got

photographer!vi who, when the time comes, will be super critical and specific on how the wedding photographer should take the photos

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nsfw

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photographer!vi who will straddle you and lift your shirt to take a photo of your tits

photographer!vi who sometimes makes you pose naked for her

photographer!vi who will get so worked up she almost drops her camera

photographer!vi who has an album in her camera roll dedicated to your boobs

photographer!vi who will take photos of her strap buried inside you. “hold still baby…”

photographer!vi who tells you what a perfect photo your blissed out expression would make. “think it’d be a nice one for the collection? yeah?”

photographer!vi who buys a tripod so she can set the camera to take photos while she eats you out

photographer!vi who uses that exact tripod to record you two having sex, making you look in the lense. “look forward. wanna be able to see your pretty face.”

photographer!vi who will rewatch the videos while getting herself off

photographer!vi who will have you hold the camera, recording while you ride her

photographer!vi who will show you the sextapes, much to your embarrassment. “c’mon you don’t wanna see how deep i was?”

photographer!vi who sets the camera in front of you while she has you bent over so she can capture all the faces you make as she thrusts into you

photographer!vi who begs you to dress in pretty lingerie for photos

photographer!vi who will rip off the lingerie 5 minutes later

photographer!vi who will give you a box full of provocative photos of her for your birthday

photographer!vi who smushes your boobs together for a photo

photographer!vi who takes a mirror selfie with you bent over the bathroom counter as she pounds into you

photographer!vi who praises you during sex just like she does when she takes your photos

photographer!vi who’s surprised to see you using what she taught you to photograph her abs whenever they tense as she thrusts up into you

photographer!vi who after your wedding makes sure to record the whole bedroom session. from beginning to end.

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lowkey got lazy here in the end but anyways teehee i love vi

©natssillygirlfriend ©pussyisg0d

[sttoru]

‘if there’s anyone in this world who loves being a girl dad the most, it must be your husband — gojo satoru.’

☀︎｜tags. girl dad!gojo x female reader. fluff. you’re married. reader gets called ‘mama, sweetheart’. wrote this at work so not beta read. fic one out of two for satoru’s birthday!

giggles fill the living room — familiar laughter that sounded like your daughters’. a more sultry and manly voice also resonates in the background. one that you could recognise from miles away.

your curiosity leads you to investigate the source of the joyful sounds and soon enough, you find your dear husband and daughters sitting on the couch. though, in a situation you hadn’t quite foreseen.

satoru was talking on the phone about important business whilst your little girls were giving him a rather sparkly makeover. the most heartwarming thing was satoru’s surrender to your daughters’ antics — allowing them to do whatever to his face and hair.

“mhm, yeah..” the white-haired sorcerer hums over the phone, not having the slightest idea about what ijichi was yapping about. probably something that has to do with the recent sighting of a special grade curse in the city.

but, that wasn’t satoru’s priority at the moment at all (even if it should have been). his focus was all on his two daughters that were enjoying their playtime with him.

“papa’s so pretty.” one of them comments with a big smile — a smile satoru wishes to protect until his last moment on earth. her fingers push and pull on a small strand of his hair, trying to tug it into another ponytail.

satoru had already lost count of how many messy and half-done ponytails his snowy hair got divided into. the same goes for the amount of stickers on his face and neck.

the two sisters work together to put another pink and glittery sticker on satoru’s chin — though were no match to their father’s playful attitude. he jerks his head forwards and teasingly nibbles on their tiny hands that came in touch with his face.

this causes almost ear deafening squeals to reverberate through his ears. not that he’s complaining — satoru loves to hear them.

“. . .gojo, are you listening?” ijichi’s shaky voice over the phone interrupts the squeals. satoru doesn’t even try giving a proper response and only mutters a quick ‘yeah’ between snickers. that was enough of a sign for ichiji to understand that he couldn't get through.

everyone knew how much satoru loved his little family. he cherished them and put them above everything, including his work. sometimes it was necessary for you to remind satoru that he's needed outside your home - that he was and will keep being the strongest sorcerer that people depend on.

"wow, you two really made papa super pretty!" satoru coos as his daughters bring him a hand mirror. his phone had already been discarded somewhere on the couch - not even bothering to hang up on ijichi first.

your husband effortlessly picks the children up and cuddles them close to his body, smothering them both in sloppy wet kisses on their cheeks and necks - making them giggle uncontrollably. "y'know, papa will give you both a nice little reward for making me so beautifu—”

a faint cough echoing from the mobile device next to them reminds satoru that he was still on call. he reaches out and grabs his phone, rolling his eyes in a sassy way before clearing his throat;

"i need to attend important business. see ya." the sorcerer declares and hangs up right after. to him, playing around and taking care of his daughters was more than necessary. even in comparison with an actual critical situation: it wasn't like there weren't any other special grade sorcerers that could take on the mission.

the second his phone plops back down on the couch, satoru's hands fly over to tickle his little girls' bellies. they wriggle and squirm around in his lap - squealing for help from their mama.

you had been watching the scene unfold from the doorway and decide to join in on the fun once you hear your daughters’ call. you gasp dramatically before scurrying over to the couch, acting like you were genuinely scolding your husband for his 'torturuos' tickles;

"oh no, my little girls!" you pout, taking in the way your daughters laugh and outstretch their tiny arms towards you, searching for an escape in your arms. you gladly help them away from their dad's grasp, though not without getting a whine out of satoru.

one of your daughters sticks out her tongue at the sulky sorcerer on the couch, the other mimicking her sister's actions. you chuckle and decide to do the same; frowning and sticking your tongue out.

"ack!" satoru clutches his chest, fingers curling around the material of his shirt like he just got shot. he topples over on the couch and acts dead with his eyes half closed, "i can't. . . believe. . . it. my girls hate me. ugh, my heart - can't take it."

you scoff at his exaggerated act. you were used to it after years of dating and marriage, but your daughters seemed to still take the bait. they writhe around in your arms and once you put them down on the floor again, they run back to their 'fallen' dad.

they shake him by his shoulders and harshly pat his cheeks in attempt to bring him back to life. a constant loop of 'papa!'s and 'wake up!'-s echo throughout the house. even some 'we're sworry!'-s thrown in-between.

satoru couldn't take it anymore and his arms move at the speed of light so he could pull both of his daughters in a big hug. he squeezes them a bit too tight to his chest, causing them to shriek and laugh.

"are you not joining us, sweetheart?" satoru asks with a shit-eating grin. it's then that you realise that he was blushing from pure joy — his cheeks rosy. well, you couldn't possibly deny his request when he was this ecstatic.

the high-pitched 'mama too! mama too!' coming from both girls mellowed your heart even more. and thus, you give in.

you happily join the pile - climbing on top of your husband and between your daughters which lay on each of his sides. your head rests on his chest, your eyes closed and your ears filled with laughter.

satoru eventually relaxes, however that genuine smile never leaves his lips. this is where he belongs. with his family - the most important thing of all.

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Surprised to see that you as a communist (and a lot of other communists too) seem to like disco elysium so much. doesn't the game make fun of communists a lot?

It does! Quite frequently and gleefully, in fact.

My blanket response to this type of question about most pieces of media would be that, in the words of Big Joel, "I am not a politics robot". My enjoyment of a piece of art is almost entirely orthogonal to how much its implicit or explicit worldview aligns with mine. And I think ultimately that's the way you end up having to approach media if you're a communist who plays videogames at all. Or reads fantasy books. Or watches anime. Or... you get the idea.

But in the case of Disco Elysium specifically I think the read that the game depicts communism just as negatively as all the other ideologies it criticizes is a quite shallow one. Ultimately we're being shown this world through a very communist lens. Like yeah the game has a lot of (usually pretty funny) jokes about firing squads and about "communism is about failure" and about pretentious overeducated college communists who do nothing but read theory and then do some leftist infighting about it, it doesn't shy away from the immoral actions of the revolutionary army, it depicts the dockworkers union as extremely shady and corrupt and basically a crime syndicate (although this depiction is way more nuanced if you actually take the time to dig deeper and talk to people about it), and generally doesn't shy away from pointing at the ugly parts of a variety of communist movements past and present. But, under all of that, the game's understanding of issues like class and poverty and crime and colonialism and imperialism and international conflict is ultimately rooted in a very marxist worldview.

I once saw someone say something along the lines of "everyone in this game talks like a communist regardless of political alignment", and while that's obviously an extremely hyperbolic statement, I do think there's a nugget of truth in it, the clearest example being Joyce Messier. Joyce is an ultraliberal, the furthest thing from a communist you're going to find in the DE universe. And yet, when she talks about the world she does so in very marxist terms, like in her famous "Capital has the ability to subsume all critiques into itself" quote. Like. You'd never catch a real libertarian expressing that idea Like That. And a lot of the more serious, in-depth political discussions in the game are similar.

Plus, ultimately... regardless of how much criticism the game piles on it, of all the ideologies it criticizes, communism is the only one which is not depicted as a completely lost cause. The communist vision quest ends on a quite hopeful note, unlike pretty much any other one, and the Union is ultimately shown as having tons of popular support because they're the only ones who have actually gotten shit done to somewhat improve the lives of the people of Martinaise. I have lots of thoughts about the way Evrart Claire and the Dockworkers union are depicted actually, but for the time being I'm just going to say that the read of "unions are corrupt and union leaders are greedy fat cats who only care about their personal gain", while not exactly lacking in textual support, is likewise an extremely shallow one.

[sukiyurii]

Lightning Bolts

Sevika X Reader, angst & fluff. (f!reader)

While she can recognize her own strength in certain aspects, sometimes she really struggles with recognizing it in other places. You catch her frowning at her own appearance in the bathroom mirror.

men dni

Sevika has always kept herself guarded and closed-off, rarely ever displaying vulnerability or affection. In her mind, all of that made her weak, and that was the worst feeling she could ever experience. She has always been the protector, the one who sacrifices herself for Zaun and those she’s loyal to. Due to her irrevocable nature, that is what led to one of the most traumatic moments of her life. 

So, now she has to cope with one of the biggest insecurities that she has ever had to deal with. And it’s not her new arm, she actually really appreciates the look and how it makes her feel. The men that used to intimidate her as a kid, now cower in fear as her loud boots clank through each building she enters and every street she walks on. She finds the new strength dependable, fascinating, and addicting. 

However, she catches herself staring at the deep scars that streak across her cheek and down her neck. But she’s not just looking, she’s criticizing how the blue glares beneath her skin, causing a different kind of rage to bubble. Her jaw clenches as she watches it glow and fade in little ripples across her dark skin, nearly fracturing the mirror in front of her. Always her own critic, always feeling like she could just be better. The only thing that stops her downward spiral is your sweet voice, calling towards the bathroom. “‘Vika?” She hears, and immediately drops her fist to the ceramic sink, cracking the corner slightly. You swiftly step towards her at the sound of the commotion, pressing a soft hand onto her shoulder.

“What’s goin’ on, baby?” you ask gently, rubbing over the tense muscle with your thumb. “Nothin’, I’m okay, sweetheart,” she replies, fighting every urge in her mind that is screaming at her to push you away. She huffs lowly and slumps over the sink, bowing her head slightly, subconsciously leaning into your soft touch.

“Talk to me, yeah?” you coax gently, scratching the tips of your fingers through her new undercut, smiling at her softly as you admire her new look. She shakes her head briefly before sighing, and muttering a quiet, “I’m just not a fan of… y’know,” she gestures to the deep scarring on her cheek and neck. You give her a sympathetic smile and move your hand from her neck to her cheek, gently soothing it over the marks. She flinches initially and wants to jerk her head away– and she does for a split second. But, she eventually leans back into your touch, letting you thumb over the scars.

You cock your head in confusion as you look at her pretty face, “You’re so beautiful, Sevika.” you compliment, standing up on your toes to press a kiss to her cheek. “They’re like… little lightning bolts.” you say, trailing your fingers down her cheek, to her jaw, and then to her collarbones. They continue further down her body, but they’re greatly concealed by the shirt and vest she’s currently sporting. “Beautiful, and bright, and so lovely.” You continue, pressing your lips to her collar softly, chuckling against her skin as she shivers at your touch. “I wish I could help you see yourself the way that I see you.” you mumble against her skin, keeping your lips and hand attached to the glistening cracks. 

She sighs deeply at your comment and rests her forehead against yours, tilting your chin up with her hand as she presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “I’m getting there.” she replies quietly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I know, I know.” you repeat, smiling against her neck. “And I’ll be here for whenever you need me, yeah?” you state, reaching down to lace your fingers together. 

[ziahsh]

Flustered and Smug

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The room was lit by a few monitors playing the new game Idia has been raving about for the last week. He was staying up playing it forgetting the time while you layed on your stomach on his bed, phone in hand scrolling through magicam.

You've been in his room for a few hours having walked in while he was setting up the game. At first looking at him intently whilst he played before retreating to his bed an hour ago.

Your boyfriend would groan a few times which caused you to look up asking if he was okay, which he would answer in a swift response.

“I'm fine just annoyed at this stupid boss, thinking it can dodge this—twack! fuehehe!” He'd laugh in the way you couldn't help but smile at, seeing this side of Idia so often was definitely a blessing.

Thoroughly getting bored of scrolling through your phone, the warmth of the pillows that surround you were easy to escape from with the motivation to flirt with your boyfriend for fun.

“Idia, may I sit next to you?” You appear beside him plopping down before he could get a word out.

“Huh? Oh yeah don't worry.” Idia wasn't really paying attention, having gotten used to your presence throughout the relationship.

You get yourself comfortable on the gaming chair beside him, it was something he bought for you on your birthday last year. The clicking noises coming from his keyboard, a sound you found quite soothing as you look at Idia.

Its fun seeing your boyfriend's face scrunch up tinges of red flicker about his hair. The seemingly soft warmth his hair gave made it hard for your fingers to resist as you move yourself closer to Idia.

You've played with his hair a few times in the past but not when it was flickering brightly tinges of red at the tip, a smooth signal that Idia was feeling frustrated at the game.

It's a bit warmer than usual absentmindedly you twirl his hair around your fingers before letting go. “You know, your hair is really pretty...” Voice barely above a whisper.

“..Huh? uh yeah i guess” Idia stammers a bit feeling your fingers slowly running through his hair.

“Do you like that?” You brushe it over with your fingers bringing the long flaming hair to your lips, soft and fleeting but from the corner of Idia's eyes seeing such a simple yet soft gesture distracted him from the boss fight hitting him before he could defend his character.

“Oh? I don't think I've seen this shade of pink on you, Idia.” You slowly brushes his hair with a grin. “You look cute, don't worry.”

Idia turned to face you, face heating up, “That was too much for my heart, such a otome response—” He stammers a bit before you speak, “It's not just you look cute, you're like super cool too.” You cup his cheeks having his full flustered attention.

Idia's heart clenches in his chest, critical damage from you and with no warning! “That was unfair total critical hit, how am I supposed to get back after that—”

“You don't.” You smile widely taken in by the long flaming hair that was likely tangled.

The minimal glow of Idia's monitor did little to hide the sudden burst of pink in his regularly different streams. Idia in near tears, and you were grinning like a madman, something your boyfriend does sometimes. It was just the two of them in their own little version of paradise, flustered and smug.

[mirathescientist]

pairings: Onyankopon x black reader

warnings: fluffy, suggestive ending

inspired by this vid

Promise

“Ony” you called out as you walked into your shared home.

“In here” he called from the kitchen.

“Hi baby” you cheesed as you walked up behind him, your arms wrapping around his bare torso.

“Hi, mama” he lifted an arm, shifting his body so he leaned against the counter. Enveloping you into his arms so he stared down at you. “How was your day, baby?” he scanned your face.

“It was good” you sang. “It was a lil busy at the salon today, but I had a cancellation so I jus did my nails instead. look.'' you put your hand in front of his face. your long square shaped nails filled with gold sparkles and gold charms.

“They look pretty, baby. You’re so talented” he grabbed your hand admiring your work.

“Yeah? Plus, they go super well with the promise ring you got me” you smiled, your eyes looking up at him with pure adoration.

“They do” he chuckled, as he adjusted the ring he got for you last year when you started dating.

“Can’t believe i’ve had this for a year” you looked at your hand.

“You hinting you ready for me to get down on one knee? Cause if that’s the case just give me a month to have everything ready nd I got you mama” he smirked, pulling you closer so your bodies were touching.

“No that’s not what i’m hinting. m’just saying it’s probably time for me to get you one.”

“You should, I think I should get one. Whatchu think?” he held up his bare hand with a smirk.

“Yeah? Want me to get you one?” you smiled.

“Nah youn gotta get me one ma, I mean you can if you want to, but you don’t need to spend any money on one. we can wait til our wedding” he shrugged.

“Or I can just give it to you now” you said just above a whisper. pulling out a black velvet box, you gently place it into his hand. taking a step back to gauge his reaction. “Open it, baby” you whispered when he just stared at the box.

“What is this ma?” he looked up, his voice brittle.

“Just open it baby” you said softly.

With a shaky breath and even shakier hands, he opened the box. Inside a gold band with a rose engraved into it

“I wanted it to match mine, but if you want, we can make some alterations” you tried to see his face, your nerves rising as you watched him put the ring on. heart hammering as you watched him clench his hand into a fist.

“No this is perfect” his voice was raspy as he stared down at his hand.

“Baby?” you cautiously walked up to him. your hands gently caressing his face as he finally raised his head to meet your eyes. “Oh papa” you whispered as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes. “It’s okay, baby” you soothed him, as you looked at the tight grip his teeth had on his bottom lip. “It's okay to cry” you hugged him tightly.

“This is…I don’t even know what to say princess. thank you” he sniffled bringing you into a hug once again.

“Of course, baby.” you sighed. “Look now we’re matching” you held up your conjoined hands. “Ain’t gon be able to tell us shit” you giggled.

“Nah they definitely not” he laughed along with you. “Ion know how im ever gonna be able to repay you mama” he shook his head, admiring the ring you got him.

“You don’t have to repay me Ony. I just wanted to visibly express my love to you pa.”

“I know, I know, it’s just…no one’s ever done this before. loved me the way you do.”

“Aww, well im glad to be the first” you pouted.

“First and last” he smirked. “Now I know you said I didn't have to repay you” his hands traveled down to her thighs.

“But i'd love to show you another way of how much I appreciate you.”

okayyy first fic everrrrr nd if anyone reads this please please pleaseeee give feedback, i am open to constructive criticism. also isnt that video just so cute<333 I've been thinking about it for so long

[the-balloon-shed]

imma be honest I want to make a fic of this one day but for right now you just get me running wild with this headcanon

you know how there's those videos of surgeons being "inspirational" to their interns and then saying the meanest shit in the world? yeah, I think that's Iceman as an instructor at TOPGUN. 

Just the dry, rough sense of humor? The perfectly attenuated phrase in order to knock the arrogance out of some of these scrappy pilots? That's Iceman. The evidence is there in TG86! it's ICE who is saying the most bratty shit to Maverick. His criticisms are almost always valid or born of a real curiosity that's worth looking into, which I think is key, but he expresses it in the rudest and most inciting way possible. 

"Who was covering Cougar while you were showboating --"; (in response to Slider's calling Goose and Mav "famous") "I think you mean notorious"; "I don't like you 'cause you're dangerous" -- I mean Ice is right but he's also a bitch. (we don't have time to unpack ALL of what went into Ice goading Maverick seconds after meeting him with "need help figuring it out? who's the best pilot?" like my god man). 

So, some contenders for some of the commentary Ice might have for his students -- 

"Keep flying like that, I'm going to assume you're getting kickbacks from the military hospital." 

"I can only hope one day you fly for the enemy." 

"I was thrilled to hear the Navy's policy initiative for accommodating more disabilities went into action this year, however, I do think they should reconsider sending me blind pilots." 

"Are you on your wingman's life insurance or something?" 

"What did I say about making the same mistake twice?" "At least tell you I've learned something?" "No. What I said is don't." 

"Resist the urge to help me."

"I'm not looking for the best you can do. I'm looking for the best, period. So if you can't do any better, I suggest trying to emulate somebody else who can." 

"Well, you're no Artful Dodger, but artless dodging kept you alive well enough this time, I suppose." (I think it would be funny if he incidentally gave this poor pilot the callsign Dodger because of this, or A.D. for Artless Dodger)

"Did the Academy change its curriculum? Emphasize the element of surprise?" "Um... why do you ask, sir?" "Because you fly like you've never been inside a plane before." 

And I think he might say this to a colleague trying to pull rank over him that he neither respects nor cares about:

"I've neither the time, nor the crayons, to explain this to you." 

I think Mav would be so annoyed, too. "why do I have the reputation for being hard to work with when you're going around saying the meanest crap to these kids?" 

All Ice would do is laugh. "Sounds like a personal problem." 

Not to say that Ice is an asshole without restraint. Hell, the Iceman is all about restraint. He doesn't kick people when they're down. He doesn't say cutting stuff like this to people who are genuinely trying and not being a showoff. This is to knock overly arrogant kids down a few pegs, not send people into a shame self-doubting spiral, and Ice is usually pretty damn good at walking that line. 

Like, I imagine one of the students not understanding something to do with the physics portions of their classes and so he goes to Ice super nervous about getting reamed, and Ice is very patient with him. When Mav comes in and starts talking to Ice about instructor stuff, the student goes "oh, I can come back later, you know I think I'm getting it!" out of fear of wasting Ice's time and Ice would chuckle and be like "no, you clearly don't get it, and that's fine. Easier to teach you on dry land as opposed to up in the air, so let's keep working through it. Long as Mav's not about to talk to me about anything confidential --" which Mav shakes his head no "--alright, then how about you sit right there and keep working at it until you get it, and you will get it. If you've got the time, I've got the time, so let's get it done," and the kid stays in the office and keeps working at it for hours, occasionally checking his work with Mav and Ice until, voila, he does actually get it and also has a whole new understanding of Ice. 

Or if, god forbid, anyone had an accident, Ice would be all over trying to help with that (and help Mav work through it too) and protecting the students from any fallout from the brass because fuck them, they don't know what it's like to be in the air anymore. 

I also think that before the TOPGUN class starts, Ice would find Mav checking on all the canopies of all the jets and, once Ice realized that was what Mav was doing, would spend the next several hours with him helping out and making sure everything was operating properly, even though engineering had already looked at them. Can never be too sure, and if it provides Mav peace of mind, then Ice will do it, no questions asked. 

And so, despite saying some of the rudest crap most of these students have ever heard, they all love him. They all respect the ever-living-crap out of him, and learn to find him actually just kind of funny. It'd be a lot harder to like him if he were wrong, but he's so rarely wrong that in the end even the ones who do get pissed off at him manage to calm down. Students, as they graduate and leave TOPGUN, would probably talk to other graduating classes when they meet them on deployments like "oh my god, what did he say to your class?" "he once said --" "I didn't find it funny then but now I laugh every time I think about it -- " "he helped me figure out how to do..." so on so forth. 

There are a couple of the brass that aren't amused, but I think that's where Mav would come into play in his own way. Because Ice is good at what he does, and Mav sure as hell wants him around, and so should everyone else. Ice is just also not afraid to be an asshole about being good -- which the last person this is news to is Maverick. 

Maverick's just the only one Ice has encountered who can give as good as he gets, which is why as instructors, they do a pretty damn good job working together to whip their classes into shape. It's just funny that never in a million years did Mav think he'd be the "good cop" in their good cop/bad cop instructor situation, but he's resigned himself to his fate all the same. 

[pineconepie]

I got many requests for this as soon as I released the Hugo writing, so consider this technically part 1 XD this shows your backstory with Hugo, and everything leading up to the first writing!

TW: Parental yandere, drugging without your knowledge, forced infantilization, mentioned murder, implied stalking

When you first started your job as a barista at the local cafe, you thought Hugo was nice. Funny, charming, charismatic... easygoing and someone who could be relied on to teach the ropes.

He had a lot of (endearingly) cheesy dad jokes prepared, got along with basically everyone, and was very open-minded in general. You felt like you could always go to him for things, judgment-free.

For a while, you felt lucky to have such a kind boss.

It started getting strange on your first month of working there.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" you gasp. Beneath your feet, were broken glass pieces of the once-whole coffee mug. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone in the shop but you and Hugo, for closing time. You drop to your knees to pick everything up, too frantic to recall safety protocols.

You slice yourself on one of the larger fragments.

"Ow..." you mumble.

"Hey, hey! Let me see." Before you realize it, Hugo is kneeling beside you and clasping your hand. The cut bleeds and drips from your fingertip. "Ah, yeah, that's pretty nasty. We better patch this up." He pulls you to your feet, guiding you to the break room. "We'll fix the glass in a second, 'kay? I don't want you freaking out over it. You know how many times I've broken plates or cups in this place?" He shows off a few small, but noticeable scars on his hands.

"Okay," you relent. "Sorry again, though..."

"I said not to worry about it!" Hugo sits you down. "Sit tight, I'll be right back." He heads towards the supply closet and digs through until he pulls out a first aid kit. "See? All will be well in no time."

While you aren't upset about breaking the glass, you are a bit embarrassed by him having to tend to your wound, despite the kindness behind the gesture. It's really jut a small cut, and even though there's a decent amount of blood and it's painful, it's not like you're in critical condition.

"This is nothing," you joke nervously.

"Any injury is still something," he counters. He patches it up, making an almost soothing shushing noise whenever you hiss or whine in pain. He finishes it off with a gray bandaid, with little cartoon characters from a show you remember from your childhood. He chuckles at your confused stare. "Out of normal bandaids. Hope that doesn't offend your 'big-kid' status."

He sounds like he's joking. Something you've noticed, is he usually is.

"So I won't need any amputations, doc?" you try to play along with him.

"No, but I prescribe lots and lots of rest, and no more being around glass cups for a few days," he says sagely. "Doctor's orders."

"Glad the prognosis is looking favorable."

"It sure is! Now go home, I'll take care of everything. See you tomorrow."

Sometimes he strikes you as a bit odd, but you don't really think much of the interaction.

...

Just a few weeks later, your friend, Weston, comes to visit. His dad is a friend of Hugo's, and they've known each other since grade school.

Something you've noticed, is whenever he comes to make conversation, or even just order something, Hugo is somewhat... passive-aggressive, towards him.

Kind, yes, but oddly curt, as well. The complete opposite to what he's like with most other people, especially you. It makes you wonder why the older man seems so snippy towards someone who hasn't caused problems at all.

You take your break, sitting across from Weston. "How's it going?"

Weston smiles. "Pretty well, I got a bonus off my paycheck, which was pretty awesome." He glances over at the counter, where Hugo is serving another customer, but keeps gazing your way. His eyes narrow whenever they fall onto Weston. "Isn't Hugo kind of... weird?"

"Weird?" you echo. "In what way?"

"I dunno..." His face scrunches up slightly. "He just doesn't like me. Before, he didn't really have an issue with me. Even gave me discounts on things. But then when I mentioned that you're fun to hang around, suddenly he's... just kind of an asshole. I swear he even overcharges me sometimes."

"I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding," you say, frowning. "Hugo likes everyone, I don't know why he wouldn't like you."

Weston snorts. "Yeah? What a saint, that guy." He rolls his eyes. "There's something off about him. That's just what my instincts are telling me. I don't know, maybe they're wrong."

"I'm sure they are. Are you sure it isn't because he's also super tall, covered in scars and tattoos, has big muscles and kind of a deep voice? Honestly, if he wasn't so sweet, he'd probably intimidate me," you laugh.

"I'm not old fashioned like that, it takes a lot more than that to intimidate me..." Weston crosses his arms over his chest. "Just keep an eye out for yourself, alright?"

"I'm sure there's nothing to keep an eye out on."

How ironic that turned out to be.

...

"(Y/n)," Hugo says one morning. You look up from where you're cleaning the tables. He smiles, but it looks a little forced, like he's trying to find his words carefully. "I think you should reconsider hanging out with that Weston kid. I know his father, and I know how much trouble he can be."

You try to hide your shock. "I've known him for a year, he's never been any trouble before."

"Yes, but this is different," he tries to reason. "I can't go into detail, but he's a much worse person than he lets on. You shouldn't hang out with him."

"Why not?" you counter defensively. "If I shouldn't hang out with my friend, I'd like to know why."

Hugo purses his lips, but decides against whatever he initially wanted to say. "Just trust me, okay? Please?"

You hesitate. You don't see why Weston is such a bad influence on you. You barely even see him outside work! Does he know something you don't? "Alright," you end up saying. "I'll try not to interact with him."

He breathes out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, bud." His hand reaches out and pats your head. "I know I may just be your boss, but you're still precious to me. I just want to protect you, okay?" It's supposed to reassure you. And for now, it does. You want to believe it.

"Thanks. I care about you too, Hugo."

As you say the words, however, you catch the split second where something flashes in his eyes. Something unreadable and indecipherable. But just as soon as it comes, it disappears without a trace. "After you're done wiping those tables, you can call it quits and head home for the day."

The moment passes, and you return to cleaning the table, forgetting the unease within moments.

...

It's been a full three months since you started working at the cafe, now.

Even though Hugo still acts a little protective (bordering on possessive) for a boss, you can tell how much he genuinely cares, and therefore overlook it.

You'd like to believe it's his way of showing he sees you like family. And in truth, the company is great. He cracks jokes constantly, can converse on just about any topic, and always has advice, somehow.

Today, however, you're struggling to keep up the charade. You ended up getting a cold, and feel so groggy you nearly overslept through the alarm.

Still, the last thing you'd want to do is burden others. So, you show up regardless of how crappy you feel physically.

"(Y/n)? Are you sick?" Hugo asks, stopping mid-pour to get a closer look at you.

You're wheezing and coughing so badly you can hardly breathe. Your skin feels hot, and sweat beads down your neck. "No," you argue half-heartedly. "I just feel under the weather." Your loses color when you try to suppress a much-needed cough, only to have it wrack your entire frame violently. "It's nothing contagious, don't worry."

He looks unamused, pausing his pouring to walk up to you, placing hand on your forehead. You hadn't realized how much your head throbs until now, but the pressure eases slightly with the contact.

Hugo sighs deeply, pulling his hand away. "Okay. You're going home."

"But—"

"Nah-uh-uh!" His finger boops your nose. "I'll call someone to take our shifts."

"Our?" you ask incredulously.

"Yes, ours, you muffinhead," he grins. "I gotta take care of my favorite employee, don't I?"

You blink. "I thought I was your only employee?"

"I have other employees, for your information!"

"I never see them..."

"Well, that's because—" He pauses. "Wait! No distracting me!" You giggle. He rolls his eyes in good nature, helping you pull on your coat. "Let's hurry before that fever of yours worsens."

And that's how you find yourself curled up on his couch, while he makes soup in the kitchen. His place is quaint, but nice. The walls are beige, with wooden floors, a fireplace crackling off to the side.

Everything here is tidy. Cozy. Reminds you a bit of his personality. A dog-eared book lays on his coffee table, along with a newspaper and some coasters.

Somehow, you feel at peace here.

The door opens, revealing the taller man carrying a tray with him. On it, there's a steaming bowl, and a cup of your favorite blend of tea.

"Ah, you're awake," he notes, sounding pleased. "I wanted to make you something nice and homemade, but I don't have ingredients for the few dishes I'm good at. So, this totally-not-canned-soup will have to do." He winks, placing it beside you, then places his hand against your cheek. "Wow... after this, maybe a lukewarm bath will do."

"What do I gotta do to convince you that I'm fine?" you wheeze out.

Hugo gives you a deadpan look. "I'm so sorry for assuming you're sick judging by the obvious fever, constant coughing, and the fact you look like a zombie straight out of The Walking Dead. My greatest apologies!"

You snort, playfully swatting at him. "Jerk."

"Hmmm..." His thumb strokes against your forehead. "Yes. I'm absolutely a jerk for wanting you to get better. Absolutely, I'm one hundred percent an awful, horrible jerk." He helps you sit upright. "Now, drink the broth of the soup, and I'll draw up the water." Without waiting, he heads towards the bathroom.

Your stomach rumbles, so you listen and begin to sip at the soup. For some canned soup, it tastes really delicious. Although, admittedly, you're so starved, anything would taste phenomenal.

Slowly, you chow down on the meal, which consists of vegetables and noodles, but you're still too nauseous to properly stomach it, so you opt for mostly sipping the broth.

Hugo returns to your already devoured-soup. "Good job, you finished it. I'm so proud."

At first you think he's teasing you again, but when you look at his face, he's actually genuine. Huh. Weird. "Thank you," you say slowly, still wrapping your head around it.

He helps you upstairs and leaves you to it once inside the bathroom.

When you finish, there's a pair of pastel green pajamas left for you, exactly your size.

It's a little weird that he'd have this on him, but you're too exhausted to question it now. Putting it on, you immediately enjoy how soft the material is.

"How are we feeling now, champ?" he asks when you enter the living room again. It seems like he's already cleaned your dishes up. Oh well. He sits on the sofa reading, but puts his book aside when he spots you.

"Much better," you admit. There's a beat of silence before you decide to add, "thank you, by the way."

Hugo's eyebrows raise slightly. "Aw... you're welcome. I'm glad to help. Your work uniform is in the washing machine, by the way. Since you wore it when sick, I thought it was a good idea to clean it." He pats the spot next to him.

"Why are you doing this? I know I said I'm not contagious earlier, but there's still a chance I could be." You awkwardly sit next to him.

"I have a pretty solid immune system, thankfully, so I highly doubt I'll get anything from you," Hugo reassures. His arm wraps around you snugly. "And besides, my heart just couldn't handle imagining you being alone at home. I'm just nice like that."

"Doubtful," you tease. "I'm pretty sure you just enjoy bossing me around outside of work."

"You're still on the clock technically, buttercup, so I think you shouldn't sass your employer like that," he muses, reaching over for the remote. "TV time now. How does Looney Tunes sound? I loved that stuff as a kid. Do kids still watch that?"

"How old do you think I am?"

Hugo pretends to think about it. "Six?"

You stare blankly at him. "Are we really gonna act like you don't know my exact age and birth date?"

"I'm kidding, obviously. Goofball." He squeezes you a bit, kissing the crown of your head. "Cartoons, yes or no? Because if no to cartoons, I'm just going to choose an animal documentary."

Well, it's not like you have to pay for any streaming subscriptions or anything here... might as well abuse it. "Cartoons are fine."

"Thought so."

By now, the medicine he gave you is kicking in. The effects of the fever and illness are making you sluggish and lethargic, but definitely less than before.

Somehow, Hugo picks up on it and adjusts himself so you're both cuddled up under blankets together. One episode goes by. Then two, then three.

And soon enough, you're asleep again.

...

Not long after, when you're feeling well again, work turns back to the way it was earlier. Hugo is somehow slightly more overbearing, but not necessarily in an obnoxious way. Still, it's definitely more noticeable compared to before.

Weston still stops by the cafe regularly, but you're slightly more curt to him. You're not sure if you even believe Hugo, but you like your job, and would like to keep it.

You still hang out with Weston outside of work, since Hugo wouldn't know, but somehow, the next morning when you show up at your job, Hugo is glaring daggers at you.

"What?"

The tall man leans against the counter, arms crossed. "Did you hang out with Weston again?"

You frown. "No... but even if I did, how would you know?" Maybe lying isn't your strong-suit, at least not with the look Hugo is giving you. You've never seen him look truly angry.

So angry that there's actual fear pooling in your gut.

Hugo runs a hand through his messy hair. "You just never know when to stop, do you? How many times have I asked you not to hang out with him?"

"Hugo, come on, you can't dictate who I hang out with. I can handle myself just fine. Now please, let me just do my job. People are staring."

"Keep up with this attitude, (Y/n), and we'll have problems."

"If you're going to fire me, might as well do so. I'm close to quitting myself." You don't actually mean those words, but the way Hugo stiffens up tells you that he believes them without a shred of doubt. Suddenly, all his anger evaporates, replaced by hurt. "I'm... sorry. I didn't mean that. Let's just... get back to work. I'll make the cake batter for tomorrow, okay?"

You've never been great at smoothing things over between others, nor resolving conflict, and you suppose this time is no different. While you feel somewhat bad, you also don't like him having complete control of who you associate with.

Hell, you're still wondering how he even knew about Weston; there's no possible way for him to know unless he's following you...

You shiver at the thought.

...

Slowly but surely, your life starts tumbling downhill, outside of Hugo being passive-aggressive on the occasion.

Your power keeps going out randomly, sometimes several times a day. You keep getting sick, sometimes what feels like a small cold, other times much more, to which Hugo is always insistent on taking care of you, just as he did a few weeks ago.

One day, however, when you arrive home, you walk inside to the sound of water overflowing onto your floor.

Then, come to find out, repairing it will cost a fortune, and that's on top of needing another place to crash. You tried asking Weston, but given how strict his parents are, who he is currently living with, that isn't an option.

Which means the only option is...

"(Y/n)? Hi, kiddo, what's going on?"

You suck in a breath. "Hi, Hugo, do you have a minute?" When he confirms, you continue. "This is embarrassing to say, but recently I've had some issues with my plumbing at home. If I give you money, can I temporarily crash with you? Just until it's fixed up?"

"Well, duh! You don't need to pay me anything. You know what? How about you pack your things? We can move it all in one trip using my truck. Then I'll set up everything else for you and order us dinner."

It's strange how willing he is to take care of you like this. But at this point, you have no options.

"That sounds fantastic, thank you."

"No problem. Anything for you." He hangs up.

You exhale after putting the phone down. Something about his tone of voice sounds almost smug, but you shake it off. Still, it doesn't explain why you can't shake off the sinking feeling growing inside you.

...

Hugo sets you up with your own guest room. "If you need anything, ask me," he says. "This can be a fun experience! Don't worry about your apartment. Once we get it all fixed, you'll be able to go back to living there! But, uh... no rush on moving out," he jokes.

Except it doesn't land as a joke. There's some serious intent behind that request. That pleads with you to stay forever. It chills you to the core. Hugo, oblivious to it, keeps speaking.

"—feel free to use my shower or anything. Any food I have, you can help yourself. Make yourself at home."

"Will do. Thanks, Hugo."

"Don't sweat it."

It's almost unnerving how happy he is to have you staying with him. It reminds you of how ecstatic he was about you staying over when you got sick. He seemed genuinely saddened by you leaving to return to your place.

If you were paranoid, you'd wonder if somehow, he orchestrated these things... but that'd be insane, right? There's no possible way that he would purposely sabotage your home in hopes you'd come live with him.

That's crazy. That would never happen. It couldn't possibly happen.

There's nothing to worry about. Or so you desperately hope.

...

You feel like you're going insane. At this point, it has been over a month since you've stayed with Hugo.

And yet, none of the plumbers Hugo suggests can seem to fix the issue. Each time, it results in some excuse about not having the proper materials, or being short-staffed, or simply ghosting you altogether. None of them can seem to pinpoint the root of the problem.

"Any luck?" Hugo asks when you put your phone away. He's in the kitchen cooking while you're relaxing on his couch, watching TV.

"No. Gosh, I'm sorry, it feels like I'm intruding forever," you apologize. "I'm tempted to just look for a new place, and cut my losses..." Admittedly, the longer you've stayed, the harder it's become to live here. It's gotten worse than it was at work. Constantly keeping tabs on you, controlling who you hang out with, when you go out...

It feels so claustrophobic, like you're trapped by him. At work you can clock out, but living with him... you're literally trapped at home.

"If you want..." Hugo sets down the spoon he was cooking with, walking over to you. "You could always stay here permanently."

You stare at him.

"It's... it's not a big deal," he assures. "Think about it. You pay rent for somewhere to stay, bills, etcetera, and it adds up fast. Here? I wouldn't charge you a single thing."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "As tempting as it is... I think I'll pass. I can take care of myself, I think it'd be a little weird..."

Hugo deflates slightly, but bounces back to his normal cheerful self. "Okay! Well, whatever you want, kiddo."

But something tells you it won't be that easy to escape from him.

...

After that conversation, the sickness starts again. Except, this time, Hugo acts far stranger.

At first it's nothing concerning; taking your temperature and bringing you medicine.

It's all standard stuff. But as time progresses, and the fever refuses to leave, he insists on hand-feeding you, which makes you extremely uncomfortable, especially since he treats it all like you're some toddler incapable of doing things themselves.

Then comes the clothes.

They're all pastel colors, mainly baby blue and beige. All covered in sheep and teddy bear patterns. He's decorated your "room" without asking for your input, and once again, it's all in childish patterns and designs.

Like something a five year old would prefer. You tried telling him as much, only for him to laugh it off and keep adding more of the things.

You try not to think about it too hard, chalking it up to him having poor taste or a lack of awareness, but there's an odd suspicion lurking in the back of your mind that something is seriously wrong here.

That thought stays with you, until the next day, when you wake up early. You trudge into the kitchen, to see him hunched over, back facing you, pulling something out of the cabinet and into one of the sippy cups he insists on giving to you ("you're sick, I don't want you spilling anything!").

Something is very, very wrong.

"Hugo?"

His shoulders stiffen. Then he slowly turns around to face you. He flashes a smile. "Hey, buddy, what are you doing up so early?" He discreetly pushes the cup behind him.

You walk closer. "What are you doing?" He moves his arm to block access behind him.

"What do you mean? It's early, kiddo, you might still have a bit of a fever." He tries to rest a palm against your forehead, but you jerk away.

"Don't," you snap. "I'm not a child. Why are you acting so strange?"

A flash of irritation crosses his face, gone in seconds. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm making your breakfast! Aren't you hungry?" Again, he reaches out towards you, and when you pull away again, the irritation returns.

"What did you put in there?" you demand. "Are you poisoning me?" As soon as you speak the question, you immediately feel guilty for it.

This is Hugo. Your boss, but someone who has protected you and kept you safe and content since you started working with him years ago. There's no way he'd poison you, right? He loves you.

He loves you so much, he wouldn't hurt you, right?

"You're sick, sweetheart, still delusional from the fever, maybe." He rests the back of his palm on your forehead this time, humming contemplatively. "I can get you some ibuprofen and a cool washcloth."

"I don't want anything from you!"

He drops all the niceties, snapping at you with a scowl on his face. "You will shut up, go back upstairs, and get your ungrateful butt back into bed."

You do so, only because his clenched fists are quivering at his side.

For hours, you can't sleep. Your mind is racing too quickly, anxiety prickling along every corner of your body. The thought that Hugo is drugging you — somehow — sends nauseous waves through you.

When you can't take it any longer, you grab your backpack. It's almost sunrise when you creep down the stairs, careful to miss the ones that creak.

It's stupid, but you need to confirm your earlier suspicions. You take a hesitant detour to the kitchen cabinets, the same ones he was pulling things from earlier this morning.

Flicking on the flashlight on your phone, you wince from the bright light in comparison to the dim room.

When your eyes adjust to the glare, you shift aside boxes and containers. You find nothing concerning, except...

Your breath hitches, pulling out a small orange bottle.

Acepromazine? You pocket it, intent to search it up later, but for now you just need to get out of here.

You expect him to stop you at any second, but by some miracle, you find the front door key where he always keeps it, and slip out the door.

Never have you felt eager to pay for a hotel room.

...

The next day, your phone blows up with texts and calls from Hugo. You ignore every last one of them. But guilt begins to worm its way into your gut as you listen to the voicemail messages left from him.

"(Y/n)... where did you go? Buddy, I don't know what I did to drive you away from me, but I can promise it will never happen again. Just tell me why you ran off like that, did I scare you?"

"Hey. (Y/n), call me back, okay?"

"I know you're mad at me... I'm so sorry for scaring you earlier. Please, please come back, okay?"

"Was it because I raised my voice? I know how sensitive you are... I really shouldn't have scared you like that..."

You know you need to go back to work, tell him you're quitting, and leave it at that. You want to just ignore him altogether, but the fear he might be able to take legal action against you looms over your head.

You thought the contract was stupid, saying you had to give a two weeks notice before quitting, but you thought he just did that for practical purposes.

Did he have this entire thing planned out?

No. Maybe you're jumping to conclusions. Still, that nagging doubt doesn't fade.

You haven't even looked up what the medicine is yet. Part of you is hopeful that maybe you were just making things up in your head, and perhaps they belonged to him, and just happened to be in there... people sometimes kept their medicine in the kitchen, right?

Yet you can't deny what you saw.

He even knows where you live. He knows you first and last name, and a bunch of personal information that he could definitely use against you.

...

You give it a week of no communication. He calls and texts you too many times to count daily.

Despite your instinct to avoid Hugo, the intense fear he inspires in you makes you drag yourself back to the coffee shop. It once had cozy, warm vibes, but now it's the equivalent of hell for you.

The jingle from the bell above the door catches Hugo's attention from where he's wiping the countertop. When he notices you, he brightens.

"(Y/n)! Where have you been?" The words tumble from him. He wraps you up in a tight hug, one that used to be comforting. You can't find yourself to reciprocate, not anymore. "I've been worried sick!"

You swallow down a snide comment. It would do nothing but escalate the tension that already hangs thick in the air. "Look, I—"

"I know, you're probably still upset about that morning, huh? No worries, I got so caught up in the heat of the moment. I can be an old dummy, can't I?" He's smiling, but you can tell he's on the verge of hysteria, trying so desperately to hide it behind his grins and friendly act. "Thank God you're okay. You're okay, right? No one hurt you?" He anxiously looks you over. "Let me get you something to drink! How does—"

"No!" you cry out. Thank goodness there's no customers right now. You clear your throat at his obvious worry. "I mean... no, thank you. I came to give this to you." You hand him a sheet of paper.

Hugo laughs, not taking it. "Why don't we sit down? Most employers wouldn't allow their employees to take a whole week off. Please, just—"

"Most employers also wouldn't try to drug their employee!" you cry. Your heart is thumping rapidly within your chest.

"(Y/n), don't raise your voice at me. Can we just talk about this? This was a big misunderstanding."

"No! I know what I saw! What was even your goal?! Were you trying to kill me?!"

He freezes, hand halfway from reaching toward you again. "Kill you?" He laughs humorlessly. "Oh, baby, no. Is that what you've been thinking? No... no, no..." He shakes his head. "No wonder you were terrified! You should have communicated that to me instead of hiding away all week..."

The pet name causes your skin to crawl. "What else could you be drugging me for, then?" you whisper hoarsely. Tears are pricking the corners of your eyes.

"(Y/n), honey, please don't cry. I swear it was not my intention to hurt you," Hugo coaxes. "Just to help you."

"Is that so?" You pull out the bottle of pills. He tries to grab them from you, but you take a step back and pull out your phone, searching it in. Your worst fears are realized when the page loads and shows what it actually is. "This is for animals... you have no pets, so you can't even lie your way out of this!"

A flash of fury burns in his eyes. His shoulders square up, and he narrows his eyes. "Okay, yes. Yes. You got me there. But it's not what it looks like, I promise."

"You were dosing me! Why? Why would you do that to someone? You're sick. You need help!" you scream at him. Hot tears sting your cheeks now. This is worse than you ever imagined. "It's an animal tranquilizer! No amount of explaining could do this! Screw my two weeks notice, I don't care anymore!"

"Don't walk out this door!" Hugo shouts. "You just cannot accept the fact someone loves you, can you?! I am so sick of this back and forth, this tug-of-war you keep dragging us through. I only want what's best for you, I have given you so much, and you repay me by running away, shutting me out, screaming at me! And after all my efforts... I'd even resorted to drugging you just to spend more time with you!"

"Oh, wow, what a sweet thing of you to do!" you say sarcastically. You turn your back to him and open the door. His hand slams the door closed. "I will call the police on you if you don't move."

Hugo grits his teeth, frown deepening. He releases his grip on the door handle, and steps away.

For a moment, you hesitate. The way he's staring at you fills you with a deep sense of dread. Like maybe you're making a horrible mistake. He took you in, gave you a home to stay in when you had nowhere to go. Gave you money and necessities. Protected you from harm.

You shake away those thoughts and open the door. Before you even step one foot out, you feel something sharp plunge into your neck. Gasping, you stagger backwards, almost falling to the ground, if not for Hugo.

"I had a feeling you'd show back up," Hugo mutters. He wipes hair away from your sweaty forehead, shushing you gently as you start to panic. "No need to be scared, kiddo."

"Wh...What...?" You try to focus on his face, but your vision starts to swim in and out. Your eyelids feel heavy.

"There we go, nice and easy..." His hand cups your cheek. "You're going to feel a bit sleepy, okay?" He takes a moment to put the cap back on the needle, then pockets it, along with the syringe. He coos at your eyes fluttering shut. "I know. It's scary, but I'd never hurt you. You're just confused." He hoists you up with a grunt, carrying you outside.

"Why...?" Your throat feels dry and raw. Sleep has almost taken over.

"I love you. I love you so, so much, but sometimes you can't let people take care of you. Let people protect you." He helps you in the backseat, pausing to smile at you, pushing some bangs away from your sweaty forehead. "I know you act like you hate me, but surely deep down, you realize you need me. Why else would you willingly come back?"

"It wasn't like... that..."

"Shhhh... enough. Close your eyes now. I'll wake you up when you're safe and sound back home..."

...

When you wake up, you're still in the car, but pulled up to his house. Panic sets in, making you tug on the straps of the seatbelt, trying to undo the buckle.

"Whoa! Hold on, bud, what are you doing?" Hugo turns around in his seat, expression stricken with surprise. "You weren't supposed to wake up yet. Damnit." He tries to grab something out of his pocket, but you manage to unbuckle yourself from the seat, scrambling to the other side of the vehicle, away from him.

You reach out to the opposite door and unlock it.

Right before you can swing it open, however, it suddenly clicks and refuses to open. Child safety lock. "No... no..."

Hugo sighs and shakes his head. "You're really stressing your Papa out, you know that?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he gets out of the car and walks around to your side, opening it up. He reaches in towards you, but you flail backwards. "Easy, easy... you'll hurt yourself moving around like that. Please, listen to me."

"Why are you doing this?!" you cry. Your fingers clutch at the cushions desperately. "P...Please, Hugo, let me go... we can forget about all this and pretend like nothing happened. Please..." Sobs shake your body, and you curl into yourself pathetically. "I want to go home!"

"We are home, honey. And even then, I wanted to do this the normal way. But you didn't want that," he soothes.

"Drugging me is not the normal way!" you snap, your fear turning into fury.

He sighs, this time not bothering to reply. You scream in shock when he tries lunging for you, a new needle prepared, but you manage to slip out from the other side, ignoring the way you collapse upon landing. It doesn't matter. Getting away from Hugo does.

You scramble to your feet and begin booking it. Behind you, you can hear him calling after you.

He doesn't live close to any civilization, but you still hope that maybe someone, anyone, will come to your aid.

"Help!" you cry. Your vision swims. Everything hurts. You push through, knowing stopping means you'll be doomed forever. "Please help!"

A few more seconds of running makes you nearly faint, leaning against a tree. The bark cuts into your palms painfully. Your stomach is doing flips inside of you, twisting into painful knots.

"(Y/n)! Get back here this instant!" Hugo yells.

You force yourself to keep going. Everything seems like its closing in around you. Each inhale makes your lungs burn with effort. Where are you going?

Does it really matter? Nothing matters besides escaping this madman.

You run out onto a dirt road, not paying attention to your surroundings, not until the loud noise of an engine makes you look up.

The last thing you see is the glimpse of headlights before everything goes black.

[yzzyhee]

flamin’ hot lemon — lhs

bf!heeseung x gf!reader

warnings: established relationship, suggestive (blowjob— minors dni), kissing/making out?, petnames (baby), lowcases written

wc: 3.8k~

synopsis: you know how the saying goes… save a horse, ride a cowboy… or do something about it as long as it’s saving the horse…

now listen to: flamin’ hot lemon — jaehyun

a/n: now. this song was on repeat ever since the release so obviously, it had to happen as i remembered the sweet venom stage— also ! first time writing smth that’s like not fluff / small suggestive and actually going almost all the way in but well, this was heavily saved by my beloved precious @ja3yun — a big round of applause cause without her this fic would’ve never seen the daylight 🙂‍↕️ anyway, feedbacks & constructive criticism is appreciated ✌🏻

ps. my wife said to make it clear there won’t be a part two so i’m saying it — there won’t be a part too.

you blink. and then you blink again, and again, and again as if each time you won’t be met with the same view, thinking it must be your eyes playing tricks with you.

“baby? you okay?” heeseung asks, a slight hint of worry in his eyes though his tone gives him away. he knows. of course, he knows why you’re suddenly speechless, staring at him as if he came out of your shared bedroom completely naked.

your mouth parts, forming an “o” as you try to wrap your mind around the view before you. and what a beautiful view… there he stands, your boyfriend, in all his denim-clad cowboy glory.

the fitted jacket hugs his frame in all the right places, highlighting his broad shoulders and the way the jeans cling to his legs is almost unfair. a silver belt attached to his jeans that accentuates his pretty tiny waist. and of course, the most important part of it all, the cowboy-denim hat that sits low on his head, casting a shadow over his mischievous eyes.

you knew you were going to match — a cowboy always has to have his cowgirl after all. you have the perfect blend of casual and playful; a fitted, deep red plaid button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up just above your elbows, high-waisted denim shorts that hug your hips perfectly, a fringed brown suede vest that you wear over your shirt, and a pair of scuffed-up cowboy boots completing your whole look.

“yn?” he smirks, his voice low as he takes a slow step toward you. “cat got your tongue?”

you blink again, the heat rising in your cheeks as your brain scrambles to catch up. your mind isn’t cooperating with you, struggling to string together a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. you try to focus, but the way heeseung is standing there — all cocky and confident in that ridiculously attractive cowboy outfit — has your nerves completely scrambled.

“i- what… what is this?” you finally manage to stutter, gesturing vaguely toward his outfit. the words feel clumsy on your tongue, your heart pounding a little too loudly in your chest.

heeseung chuckles softly, his hands casually resting on his hips, the gesture making you even more aware of how well the denim clings to his figure.

“it’s for the party tonight. you like it?” his voice is low, teasing, and you know now that he’s fully aware of the effect he’s having on you.

right, the party. your friends thought it was a brilliant idea to throw a random halloween party even though it wasn’t even remotely close to 31st october, yet, you still agreed without much thought. but now, standing here, facing heeseung like this, it’s hard to focus on anything except how your pulse seems to be dancing under your skin, and how your throat has gone dry.

you try to clear your head, but every time you look at him, the butterflies in your stomach only get worse. heeseung’s eyes don’t leave yours, the playful spark in them making your pulse race even more. his presence feels overwhelming, like the air between you two is thick with electricity.

“i-yeah,” you breathe, swallowing hard. “i just wasn’t expecting… this.”

his smirk deepens, and you catch the slight shift in his expression, a glimmer of amusement mixed with something else—something darker, more intense. “i wanted to surprise you,” he says, his voice soft now, like he’s not just talking about the costume.

and suddenly, you’re acutely aware of how close he’s standing, the warmth radiating off him, the way his fingers brush against your waist as he steps in even closer. you can smell his cologne, something warm and familiar, but tonight it feels different, headier and spicier somehow.

“so, are you surprised?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper now, as he gently tilts your chin up, his thumb tracing along your jawline.

you nod, your breath hitching in your throat. you’re not sure if it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the way his thumb continues to brush against your skin, but you feel like your heart might just burst out of your chest. everything feels so intense — like the whole room has shrunk to just the two of you.

heeseung leans in, his lips hovering just above yours, and you feel like time slows down. your heart is racing, your entire body tingling with anticipation as his breath mingles with yours. you close your eyes, waiting, wanting.

then, he closes the distance, his lips finally meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss. it’s gentle at first, like he’s testing the waters, but when you respond — when you kiss him back with equal intensity — something shifts. the kiss deepens, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between your bodies.

your mind blanks, the only thing you can focus on is the warmth of his lips against yours, the way his hands grip your waist, the way he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as you have. it’s slow but deliberate, filled with a tenderness that has your heart fluttering wildly in your chest.

when he pulls back, his forehead resting gently against yours, his breath is slightly uneven, and his lips are curved into a soft smile.

“i think we should head out for the party now…” you say, your voice just slightly louder than a whisper.

humming in response, heeseung’s lips brush your forehead in a featherlight kiss before he straightens, his hands reluctantly sliding from your waist. “right,” he says, his voice hushed and warm, though there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “wouldn’t want to keep the party waiting.”

by the time you reach your friend’s hourse, it’s buzzing with life. you can hear the thumping bass of music before you even reach the front door, the muffled sound of laughter and voices spilling out onto the porch. the house is decked out in full halloween glory — orange and purple lights drape across the front yard, casting an eerie glow over the hay bales and fake tombstones scattered across the lawn. a giant inflatable skeleton waves ominously from the roof, its eyes flickering red.

the inside of the house is even more chaotic. there are people everywhere, dressed in every kind of costume imaginable — witches, zombies, vampires, superheroes — filling the space with laughter and energy. the smell of caramel apples and popcorn mingles with the unmistakable scent of candy and punch, and the air is thick with excitement.

heeseung’s hand tightens slightly around yours as you weave through the crowd, his thumb still brushing against your skin in that comforting way you love so much. you catch glimpses of familiar faces as you move deeper into the house, waving at people you know from classes as you pass. everyone seems to be caught up in the pre-halloween spirit, and the atmosphere is electric, a blend of fun chaos and easygoing joy.

you suddenly spot jay, his cowboy hat cocked at a ridiculous angle, standing with his girlfriend, aejay, by the snack table. jay is in a flannel shirt and boots, looking like he stepped straight out of a western, while aejay rocks a sleek, edgy vampire costume — her dark lips and red contacts making her look both elegant and slightly dangerous. they’re laughing about something, jay’s arm slung casually around her shoulders.

when jay catches sight of you and heeseung, his grin widens. “well, well, look who finally decided to show up!” he calls, raising his red solo cup in greeting. “and look at you, heeseung, pulling off that cowboy look like you were born for it.”

heeseung grins back, tugging you closer as you approach. you laugh, shaking your head. “is this some kind of cowboy reunion?” you ask when you reach the couple and eye jay more intently in his flannel and boots.

jay smiles and nods, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “we thought it’d be funny. jake should be around here somewhere too, dressed as that cowboy character from toy story.

heeseung immediately perks up, avid fan of the toy story movies, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “you mean woody?”

jay snickers, already sensing where this is going.

“well,” heeseung says, glancing at you with a mischievous grin, “looks like jake’s the only one buzzing with excitement tonight.” he leans closer to you, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “but don’t worry, baby — i’m no toy. you don’t have to pull my string to get me talking. however, you can pull on something else…”

you roll your eyes, groaning at the cheesy, suggestive line, but you can’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “heeseung,” you laugh, nudging him in the side, “let’s just hope jake doesn’t take the woody too seriously tonight.”

jay bursts out laughing at that, and even heeseung’s eyes crinkle with amusement.

the four of you chat for a while, catching up amidst the hum of the party. aejay, always the life of any gathering, starts telling a dramatic story about how she had to battle three different costume stores to get the perfect set of vampire fangs. jay interrupts her every few seconds, adding his own exaggerated spin to the tale, making you laugh until your stomach hurts.

the lights are dim, casting everyone in a soft, warm glow, and the air is filled with the scent of sugar and cinnamon, along with the occasional burst of cold air from the open back door.

it’s a perfect kind of chaos—the kind where time seems to slow down and you’re acutely aware of every moment, every laugh, every smile. but most of all, you’re aware of heeseung’s presence beside you, his hand never leaving yours, his arm wrapping around your waist every so often, like he can’t bear to be too far away from you.

you keep stealing glances at him, your eyes tracing over the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his denim jacket fits perfectly across his broad shoulders.

you bite your bottom lip, unable to comprehend how this ridiculously handsome man is yours. every time you look at him, an involuntary expression of satisfaction and adoration spreads across your face. that’s right, he is yours.

sensing your stare, heeseung leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear in that soft, teasing way that always makes your heart race. “having fun?” he asks, his voice low and intimate, like a secret meant only for you.

you look up at him, your heart fluttering in your chest as you meet his gaze. his eyes are dark, full of warmth, and something else — something that sends a rush of heat to your cheeks. you nod, feeling your breath hitch slightly. “yeah,” you whisper, smiling softly. “i’m having a lot of fun.”

heeseung grins at your response, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you just a little closer. the heat between you feels tangible, like the rest of the crowded room has melted away, leaving just the two of you. “good,” he murmurs, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.

then, he leans back just enough to look into your eyes, his fingers grazing your chin. with a gentle touch, he tilts your head up towards him, his thumb brushing across your skin as he smiles, his voice dipping even lower. “wanna have even more fun?”

the way he says it, the way his eyes flicker with mischief, makes your pulse quicken. you can feel the air between you both shift, thick with anticipation, and all you can think about is how close his lips are to yours, how effortlessly he seems to set your whole world spinning with just a look.

heeseung’s grin deepens as he holds your gaze, his fingers still resting gently under your chin. you feel the tension change between the two of you. his face has written trouble all over it and, without another word, he gently grabs your hand, forgetting about your friends and starts tugging you through the crowd with that easy confidence you love so much.

“where are we going?” you ask, your heart racing in your chest, excitement swirling inside you as you follow him down the dimly lit hallway.

heeseung glances back at you, that signature playful smirk tugging at his lips. “wouldn’t you like to know?” he says, his voice teasing.

before you can ask another question, he stops in front of the bathroom door, pushing it open slightly and pulling you inside with him. the moment the door clicks shut, the noise of the party fades into a distant hum, leaving just the two of you together in the small space.

your back presses gently against the bathroom counter and heeseung leans in, his hands bracing on either side of you, caging you in, his eyes dark with a playful intensity. he doesn't say anything for a moment — just looks at you, his gaze roving over your face like he's taking his time, savouring the way you're biting your bottom lip, the way your breath catches every time he gets a little closer.

"you’ve been staring at me all night," he murmurs, his lips brushing just barely against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "got something on your mind, baby?"

your cheeks burn as his words settle over you, but you can't stop the grin that threatens to split your cheeks. "maybe," you tease back, your hands instinctively finding their way to the front of his denim jacket, your fingers toying with the fabric.

heeseung’s eyes flick down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "you know," he says softly, his voice laced with amusement, "if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask."

you laugh, the sound light and breathless, your body buzzing with anticipation. "oh, i’ve had your attention all night," you counter, your voice just as teasing, leaning in closer, your lips grazing his jaw. "haven’t i?”

his breath hitches slightly at the contact, his arms tightening around you. "yeah, you have," he admits, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper, like it's just for you. "but now... i think I want a little more."

your heart skips a beat at his words, your pulse thrumming wildly in your chest. heeseung leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours, close enough.

your heart races as heeseung’s lips hover close to yours, the tension between you thick and electric. the space around you seems to shrink, and the air feels warmer, heavier, with anticipation. his breath mingles with yours, and you're maddeningly aware of how close his body is to yours, how his hands on either side of you are steady, but his eyes — his eyes tell you he's barely holding back.

your hands tighten their grip on the front of his jacket, pulling him closer still, your breath dancing with his. the sound of your heartbeat thrums in your ears, loud and steady, as you resist the urge to close the gap between you immediately. instead, you let the tension simmer, savouring the way it builds and swells in the space between you both.

"i want to give you something," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

heeseung raises an eyebrow, his eyes dark with curiosity and desire, but his smirk never falters. "yeah?" he murmurs, his lips just a breath away from yours, his hand gently sliding down your arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "what’s that, baby?"

you bite your lip, your pulse quickening. "a little reward," you tease, your voice playful yet laced with intent.

his grip on your waist tightens slightly, and you can feel the tension in his body as he leans in closer, his lips brushing the edge of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "i like the sound of that," he whispers, his voice low and rough.

you grin, your heart racing, and slowly, you let your fingers slide down from his jacket to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. "but," you say, tilting your head up just enough so your lips graze his jaw, "you'll have to be patient."

heeseung groans softly, his head dipping forward until his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm and uneven. "you’re killing me," he mutters, though there's a hint of amusement in his tone, like he's enjoying this playful back-and-forth as much as you are.

"patience," you repeat, your fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines down his chest, your touch light enough to drive him crazy.

heeseung chuckles, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth, his voice thick with both amusement and frustration. "you’re really gonna make me wait?"

looking up at him through your lashes, the smile on your lips is playful but knowing. "i think it'll be worth it," you say, your voice teasing, and you lean up to press a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth

his lips press back against yours, but before he can deepen the kiss, you pull away, your smile widening at the quiet groan of protest he makes. heeseung’s hands tighten on your waist, and his eyes meet yours with a mix of desire and amusement, like he knows exactly what you're doing, and he's more than willing to play along.

you tilt your head slowly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. before heeseung can even register what's happening, you drop to your knees, the cool bathroom floor sending a brief shiver through you. when you look up at him, his breath catches, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

his hands, which had been resting on the counter behind you, grip the edge tightly now, knuckles white with tension. his gaze locks with yours, dark and full of surprise, anticipation, and something deeper. you can see the way his chest rises and falls, his breath coming faster as the realisation of your bold move settles in.

"y/n." heeseung breathes out, his voice rough, like he's struggling to keep control. his eyes flicker between your face and the space between you, his hands twitching as if unsure of whether to stop you or let you continue. but his body betrays him — he's frozen in place, caught between disbelief and desire.

you bite your lip, leaning closer, your fingers lightly grazing the fabric of his jeans. "shh," you whisper, your eyes never leaving his. the power shift between you both is palpable, the air between you charged with intensity.

you can see the effect you're having on him-the way his breath hitches, his muscles tensing under your touch, the raw hunger in his gaze as he watches your every move.

for a moment, you both just stay there, the silence in the small bathroom heavy and thick with expectancy. heeseung’s jaw clenches, his hands still gripping the counter as he lets out a shaky breath. his lips part as if to speak, but no words come out, just another sharp inhale as he watches you, eyes hooded and dark with want.

but instead of taking things further, you pull back just slightly, your teasing smile widening. "still want me to keep going?" you ask, your voice soft but dripping with playful intent, leaving him on the edge of anticipation.

heeseung’s grip loosens for a moment, and he lets out a low, breathless chuckle, his voice hoarse. "you’re really not playing fair, are you?"

you wink at him and moisturise your lips. a feel of rage and desire rushes to heeseung’s limbs as you free his now hard dick. your hands wrap around the base of his dick and you stroke him with a rotating motion. a small gasp escapes your boyfriend’s lips as a zap of pleasure shoots down his spine.

heeseung’s fingers sink into you hair, gathering it in a ponytail, and then yanking you back not so smoothly. you look back at him, eyelashes batting and lips forming a pout. “let me have a taste, please.”

and who is heeseung to say no to you? he stares at you as you slide his length into your hot, wet mouth, the tip of him disappearing past your lips as you continue pumping him at the base slowly, your grip tightening gradually.

your movements are slow, teasing and sensual. you peek up at your boyfriend through your lashes the whole time, watching his reactions, relishing in each moan and hiss — loving the effect you have on him.

suddenly, heeseung tugs you away gently, his fingers tangled in the makeshift ponytail he created, his eyes dark but steady as they meet yours. his lips curl into a teasing smirk as he watches you spread his precum across your lips. his thumb lightly brushes your bottom lip, and his breath hitches for a moment.

"why did you stop me?" you ask, your voice soft but with a hint of frustration, groaning slightly at the abrupt interruption.

his grip tightens ever so slightly around your arms as he pulls you up to stand, his expression shifting from playful to something more serious, yet still burning with desire.

“we’re leaving the party now, get up.” he says firmly, voice low and commanding.

you frown at first, confused by the sudden shift, but before you can question him, he's already pulling you closer, his hands gripping your elbows as he makes sure you're steady on your feet. his eyes soften as he sees your confused, slightly hurt expression, and his lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“no, no, baby. i loved it, i love you” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, “ but we’re doing things my way now. let’s go home.”

a playful smile spreads across your face, and you nod, understanding the promise behind his words. "as long as you wear the hat while fucking me, i’ll go anywhere you want," you tease, your voice playful but full of anticipation.

heeseung chuckles, adjusting the cowboy hat still perched on his head “you really love this costume, don’t you?”

“you know what they say, save a horse… ride a cowboy…” you say in a sing-song voice, winking as you turn around and open the bathroom door to step out.

behind you, heeseung’s deep, booming laughter echoes down the hallway, and you feel his presence close behind as he follows you out. there’s a glint in his eyes, and you can feel the shift in the air, the promise of what's to come.

as you step back into the party, the noise and music barely register. all that's on your mind is heeseung, and judging by the heated look in his eyes, the feeling is mutual. there’s only one thing on his mind as he watches you saunter ahead — tonight, a lot of riding will be involved.

after all, he thinks with a smirk, a lot of horses need saving.

[formulakracing]

a weekend in buffalo — d.r.

pairing -> fem!driver reader x daniel ricciardo

word count -> smau

warnings -> none really, just some gossip accounts, some softness, and photos of a couple making out, internet hate/slut shaming, cursing

a/n -> life has been overwhelming but the idea of gg with daniel makes me want to write. for now my brain came up with this. i hope y’all like it <3

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f1teaspill these photos were sent to me through dms by fans. i cannot confirm nor deny the validity of the photos. i only share what is shared with me! ☺️

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Movie night gone... Right?

Simon Riley x F!Reader

Tags!: NSFW. MDNI🔞. Size kink, mask kink, rough sex, primal play, bondage, dom Simon, unprotected p in v sex, spanking, mention of anal, after care, fluff.

WAKE UP YALL ITS HALLOWEEN!!!!!(i did not proof read apologies)

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Movie nights were a special occasion, just you and Simon, snacks, cuddling, and whatever new movie was out. Or in this case, it's slasher night, something you thought Simon would appreciate greatly, or even explain a bunch of things. 

Everything is perfect tonight, your fuzzy socks, fresh popcorn, the man you love, except...

"Thas not 'ow this works. Not accurate." Simon criticized for the millionth time. "Fuckin' hell this is so boring." 

"I feel like you'd be able to make a pretty sick scary movie," you commented lightheartedly, adjusting your bowl of popcorn on your legs.

"Y'think so?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, he leaned back in his spot, turning his body to you. 

He'd been in the middle of a rant about the things that didn't add up with slashers or murder mysteries, 'not enough blood, too much blood, that knife wouldn't do that-' quite frankly it was getting annoying.

"I think I 'ave too specific horror movie tastes to actually make somethin'." He explained, crossing his arms before putting some popcorn between his lips.

The scary movie he could make, would be horrifying.

"Well yeah, you know about this kinda stuff...it would be realistic, in a scary way." You nodded. 

"Too realistic." He muttered, a sarcastic smile on his lips. "I feel like people would say it's too much, too gory." Simon explained.

The girl in the film was trying to crawl away, dragging herself along the carpet. Michael was slowly following after her, playing with his knife in his hand. Simon shifted forward, groaning to himself in boredom.

"Too much gore? Pfft, only pussies say that." you scoffed, playing off the chills of imagining real gore that he's been through.

"Fair." He grunted, he leaned back, folding one leg over the opposite knee restlessly.

He threw another handful of popcorn into his mouth, eyes glued on the screen. The girl in the film was now at the front door. Michael was just behind her, waiting for her fingers to just slide away from the handle of the front door.

"He could jus' snatch 'er, she's right there." Simon pointed out.

Please shut up, watch the fucking movie...

"He's playin' with his food, an' then he'll kill 'er."

You glanced over at him with wide eyes, you love him to death, but sometimes (everyday) you have this 'what the fuck' moment. 

"I swear you'd be a serial killer in a different world." You mumbled under your breath.

"Or even this one." He whispered back, he leaned back restlessly, folding his arms across his chest.

What the fuck, Simon.

"He could've grabbed 'er by now. It's annoyin'." Simon sighed heavily, glancing at the corner of his eyes at you.

You laughed now, laying your head on his shoulder.

"Y'know what movies freak me out?" You quip.

"What?" He mumbled, his brain rotting from the slasher movie in front of his eyes, that he claims to be so boring. 

The girl was trying desperately to pry her fingers from the handle of the front door. She'd almost did it before Michael snatched her wrist, his other hand wrapping around her mouth and squeezing. In the film, she was shaking her head frantically, her screams muffled by Michael's hand.

"Found footage movies." You answered with a knowing smile.

"'Cause they are more realistic, yeah?" He shifted his position so that his arm would go around you, he pulled you to him and then he turned his head to look at you.

"Yeah, and just creepy in general." You added, shifting your folded knees on his lap.

"I could make a found footage movie." He thought over, eyes softening down at you. 

He squeezed your torso into his side, pulling your legs over his lap for you to curl up against his form comfortably. Another thing about movie nights, an excuse to be up his ass. He's so warm and comfortable, sure your arms couldn't go all the way around his bulky waist but holding is holding. 

"You're my muse." He mumbled against your crown.

You smiled fondly, happily nuzzling into soft and firm structures of his beefy body. 

"Think found footage would be a little harder for you to make, you'd have to have footage on an old ass camera."

"True." He mumbled, brushing his hands through your hair.

The girl in the film is crying while Michael drags her away. Simon rolls his eyes,

"I've seen the real thing." He muttered exasperatedly.

"Have you? Then is this realistic?" You asked curiously, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Too realistic."

Even the sound of the girl trying to scream sounded accurate to you. The only thing they got wrong was the amount of blood. 

"She'd be dead by now." He commented in complete monotone.

"Well it is for the movie, but I think I get what you're saying. Why mess around to add more fear? Doesn't make sense." You agreed to get him to shut the fuck up. 

"’Cause they need to extend it, make it longer." 

The girl was screaming and crying, trying to pull away from Michael's grip, dragging her up the stairs and out of view.

"Are there any accurate gore movies?" You asked him, looking back at the movie. 

That would be scary, being dragged around by a giant ass serial killer. 

"Probably not." He mumbled. 

His body heat was seeping through his clothing, making you feel warm and fuzzy on his lap. He was always so warm, it wasn't fair. 

"Most o' the time they exaggerate the amount o' blood." He explained, glancing at the screen here and there.

"A shame," You sighed out, resting your head back on his shoulder, pulling your fluffy blanket up to your chin. 

The girl was still crying, her screams were muffled as her legs dragged against the carpet stairs. Michael was now tying rope onto the girl's leg before dragging her into a bedroom.

"'M bored." Simon mumbled, he stretched his legs out, one of his massive paws on your thigh.

"Wanna watch a different movie?" You asked, yawning.

"Sure." He mumbled, his hands on your thighs shifted upwards.

He was now petting your thighs, a smirk pulling the corner of his lips. The girl in the film was trying to escape, to wiggle away from Michael, she had gotten free from his grip.

"Finally." Simon mumbled, his eyes on the screen.

The girl was in the woods, crying as she stumbled and sprinted, screaming bloody murder. 

"There's no way that's the fastest she could run, if that were me I'd be gone." you pointed with frustration.

"Same." He murmured, his eyes watching the film with minor interest. 

The girl ran into the darkness of the forest, tipping and getting caught on spider webs with loud flailing. 

Simon groans in annoyance, "She's not goin' in a straight line, she's gonna die." 

The camera pans to her face, and when she turns around Michael is right there with loud music. You jumped with a choked gasp,

"Jesus—that got me. Wasn't expecting that." You huffed.

"She's dead." Simon stated, giving your thighs a pat. 

The girl collapsed on the ground, her screams were muffled by the music and other sounds around her as her killer got ready to seal her fate. 

"Shouldn't 'ave gone towards the woods." Simon mumbled smugly with a chuckle.

"What are you talking about? The woods is the best place to run away. Too vast," You stated back with confusion.

"Are you kiddin'?" Simon scoffed, "The woods is a killer's dream spot." He explained.

The girl in the film was crying loudly, crawling away, desperately trying to escape Michael's grip.

"You're isolated, it's night time- the darkness is his friend. The woods make a lot o' sounds, you 'ave t'be super alert." Simon pointed out, he shifted his eyes back to the screen.

"Yeah, but you could run anywhere. You'd never be lucky enough to make a guess at where they are," You countered. 

He let out a small laugh, "But only the killer needs t'be lucky one." Simon pointed out. "He can track your footsteps jus' from the sound o' leaves." He added.

The girl in the film was dragging herself away from Michael, he was following her slowly, deadly. 

"He has an edge, it's his terrain. An' he knows it." Simon explained.

You snorted, "well, I'm not as dumb as her, I'd be just fine."

Simon hummed, squeezing the inside of your thigh.

"Yeah? Are you willing to test that theory?" He asked.

The girl continued crying loudly, scary music playing as Michaels knife comes into view. 

"She thought the exact same thing. That she could run away. But look'it 'er now. On the ground, in the hands o' 'er killer." He smirked.

You sat up a little straighter, a small snicker coming from you. It was always the dumb girls in scary movies that never made it. 

"Look at him; he walks everywhere. I could definitely out run Michael Myers."

"You're underestimating him." Simon muttered, he turned his attention away from the film to you. "He's tall, he's strong."

The actor playing Michael was stalking his prey, emotionless white mask with empty eyes. The girl in the film was still trying to crawl away, she was on one knee, pushing herself off of the ground with her hands as she tried to get away.

Imagine back shots in the woods, alone, with an insanely hot guy chasing you. Tall and strong. You eyed him, he was taller than Michael Myers, more muscle on Simon...

"So? I'm quick. I'd never get caught." You replied, basking in the warmth of his body.

"Quicker than a six foot, full grown man? Come on." He scoffed, he looked down into your eyes. "I could catch you easily." He rumbles lowly, vibrating against your shoulder.

The actor portraying Michael was walking faster, god they were dragging this shit out. 

"You'd be caught in seconds." He stated.

You shivered. He knew how this worked, that was his job. Tracking people down and catching them.

"You couldn't." You argued back anyway, getting a little more serious

"I could." He insisted. "Y'wouldn't get the chance to run. If y'try, you'll just exhaust yourself, an' the minute you're exhausted. I'll catch ya." He stated easily. 

"Uh-huh. Yeah, sure." You rolled your eyes, your hand going on top of his that was wrapped around your shoulders.

He smirked, "Wanna test it?" He suggested. "I'll catch you under one minute." He promised.

The camera zoomed in to Michael stalking the girl through the forest, he was approaching her. God damn just catch the annoying chick already and move on. 

"The thing with the woods, the noises are unpredictable. You'd need t'listen out for your predator." Simon explained lowly, his hot breath wafting down your neck. 

You shivered again.

"You really wanna lose a bet, huh?" You asked suspiciously.

"'M not the one who's gonna lose." He grunted boredly. "Come on. Lemme track you, show me 'ow fast you can run. A million bucks if I win." He suggested, his massive paw moving your hip, his fingers curling around your waist.

"Do I look like I have a million bucks?" You scoffed, glaring softly at him. "I'll agree if you have a better idea of a reward,"

"Name your reward." He shrugged, "I'll catch you in less then a minute." He repeated lower, a challenge.

"Name anythin', I'll get it." The grit in his voice was heavier. 

Heat coiled in your belly, your mouth watering and going dry at the same time. You knew what he was thinking. He knew what you were thinking. He knew you knew what he was thinking. 

"You catch me, you fuck me." You stated.

"Deal."

You let out a yelp being yanked up from the couch, socks slipping on the floor while dragged to the back door.

It happened so fast.

You were now outside, the night was alive, the moon was full, and the woods were waiting. Simon's hands rested on your shoulders, he looked down at you with that cocky smirk on his lips.

"You ready? Get a 'ead start cause y'ain't gettin' far, lovie." He grunted.

You shivered under his lazy gaze of his eyes, you looked at the forest, a coating of fog on the ground and a bright moon casting shadows.

It was a little eerie... Could you chicken out and have him not tease you for it every chance he got? Unlikely. 

"What's...my head start?" You asked, containing the shake in your voice.

His breath was on your neck, the night was cold but his warmth was on your body. Soon, you'll be warm on the inside. He could not be serious; what if you tripped and fell? Sprained your ankle? Broke your ankle? What if you run into a spider web and swallow the spider? What if you get lost? 

"Five seconds."

"FIVE?!" You gasped in disbelief of the unfairness, but prey instinct immediately kicked in and you bolted.

You heaved your chest, barely feeling your legs pumping on the ground, littered with leaves and sticks getting stuck to your socks. Great, they were your favorites and now they feel crunchy on your feet. You couldn't even hear him, you had no idea if he was behind you and you were not about to confirm that.

You weave in and out trees and bushes, breathing hard, your socks almost sliding off your feet with sharp turns. You have no plan, no direction, and absolutely no idea what the fuck you are doing. 

Your breath was getting heavier, you could feel the cold night air on your skin. The wind whistled through the branches of the trees stood tall and thin. It was really fucking eerie. You did a sharp turn, unsure where he was or what he was doing and jumped over a thick trench with a small stream of water. Oh, lovely! Your socks are wet and muddy now too!

You hear a sound behind you, you don't know what the fuck it is, but you squeak pathetically and closed your eyes while running. Stupid, but you're incredibly scared and horny now. What will he do when he catches you? Will he do that thing he does with the tip or will he skip that and just fuck you silly? 

You stopped in a small clearing, panting heavily and looking around to see Simon was nowhere in sight. You took ragged breaths, unable to hear over the sound of your own breathing, the pulse in your ears and your burning lungs, and why not add the aching sides while you're at it? 

You jolted at the sound of a cackling coyote, ankles shaking ready to bolt... But where?

His steps weren't heard, he was following the sounds of your breath. The moonlight made it easy for him to track you with his eyes, his footsteps were silent.

He was following you, his eyes were locked onto the clearing. In the moment of silence, he was watching your back, waiting for you to bolt.

You saw a overgrown path and set off in that direction in a lighter sprint. You only had so much of an advantage, you had no clue where the fuck he was. He was surely keeping track of time, the smart fucker, you had a head start and after a minute if you hadn't been caught then you'd win.

The adrenaline pumps into your veins, the fear in your body making me ignore your aching legs but not your wet pussy. 

It was scary that Simon did this for his military work, and it terrified you and excited you at the same time, what he would do when he caught you. Arousal was a steady pulse in your pussy, making you almost want to let him win but your pride smacked that away with aggression. Make him work for it. 

At moments, you swore you could hear him breathing behind branches, and behind the other obstacles he was using to his advantage. Analyzing the way you were moving, your way of avoiding things, and he was trying to learn from it.

This was his forte, his expertise, you've had a head start but he still had time. You were getting tired, sweat running down your neck as you looked around to a different direction. You were getting slower, the fear was starting to cloud your mind.

The more time went on, the more scared you got.

Maybe he did lose you. Maybe you are lost, maybe he got hurt-

The sound of the wind and the trees moving around were getting louder, the forest was closing in on you. You cursed silently, stopping in your pace at the sound of a brank cracking loudly.

Fear froze you as you looked around the empty forest. Your breathing became louder as the silence took over. Fear hit and you were unable to move, the cold was starting to settle in as the night grew dimmer with the clouds covering the moon.

Suddenly a dull sound broke the eerie silence, making your eyes dart everywhere. You had almost no cover around you as you were in a clearing, in the open. Your eyes were searching for Simon, or something else, but all you could hear was the wind. No bugs. No animals. Nothing.

Okay, not cool, this is getting really scary.

Your heart rattled your chest, but if Simon wasn't in sight then you were safe.

You let out a soft breathy laugh, you actually did it—

"There y'are."

His voice was behind you, his breath on your neck, burly arms snatching you up. You shrieked in surprise, kicking your legs and flexing your arms up against his. No use.

"Y'thought you'd get away?" He grunted, chuckling. 

"That's not fair!" You squealed, kicking your legs desperately making one sock go flying.

"Who said anythin' 'bout fair?" He teased, letting out a gruff, dark chuckle into your neck. "The deal still stands. An' guess what?" He whispered.

You breathed heavily, looking up at him wide eyed and exhausted. A rush of excitement flooded your mind, but at the same time,

"R-Right here?" You questioned, being pressed against a tree.

"Right 'ere." He growled.

His grip was strong and firm trapping your body between him and the tree. He looks down at you with dark, hungry eyes, barely breathing heavy behind the balaclava. You whined softly, clenching your legs together under his predatory gaze.

"Spread them." He demanded harshly, never faltering once as he held you still. "I told you I'd catch you. An' I've kept my word so far." He snickered.

He moved his hands to your thighs, spreading your legs apart. You whimpered, soaked through the thin shorts, cheeks flushing heavily at his discovery. 

"Thas it." He murmured, his breath hot as it brushed against your neck.

His hands moved to your thighs, his fingers curling and squeezing them, spreading them apart around his broad hips. His hand ran down against the slick wetness on your thigh, making him growl softly, noticing how excited you were and absolutely nothing happened. He shoves your shorts and panties to the side, 

"Do you 'ave any idea 'ow wet y'are right now?" He breathed, eyebrows pinching with a groan. 

The pressure of his hands was light as he used them to hold you in place, his grip was stronger around your waist.

"You've only been chased for a minute." He mocked.

You shook your head, at both of his sentences because it did not feel like a minute. You squirmed in his hold, not appreciating the way his fingers parted your pussy lips in the cold air.

"Don't move." He growls.

He slowly slid his hands up your thighs, your body was twitching as it reacted to him touching you. He pulls his balaclava up, fiercely kissing you. His tongue invades your mouth, barely giving you time to react as he nips down on your lip. Rinse and Repeat. He squeezes your jaw, lips devouring, spit smearing, groaning and moaning into each other. He gropes your breast, His tongue pushing your back to get every taste he could get.

"Look at you. You're an obedient little thing." he murmured in satisfaction. 

Your hands gripped his shoulders, just hearing him breathe heavily down at you made you whine in want and need. He tuts, meeting your gaze through your lashes,

"Such a pretty thing." He grunted, giving your ass cheek a sharp smack. 

You squeal, his body pressing into you, the tree bark digging into your back. 

"Now don't move." He whispered roughly. 

His fingers reached inwards, his thumb teasing your drooling slit to feel the way it flutters and tries to suck him in, coaxing something bigger, something you want more than fingers. He groans raggedly, bringing his thumb up to lick it clean.

He yanks you forward, shoved to your knees and chest to the ground. His calloused hands pinned your wrists above your head, shorts and panties aggressively shoved down exposed to the cold night air. Pine needles dug into your knees and forearms uncomfortably. You whimpered, feeling his gaze to your bare cunt in a rather exposed way.

"Good girl." His voice was rough, it carried a smirk on it as he leered at you. 

He spreads your cheeks with a harsh knead, pushing them up to arch your back. He had a very good view of your pussy and ass, and the cocky bastard was taking he sweet ass time.

You keened, shoving your hips back into him, "Simon," You pleaded, overwhelmingly turned on from the chase and embarrassed to what he was doing. 

"I know what y'want." He grunted. 

His hand on your ass squeezed as his grip on your wrists pushed them further above your head, stretching your back out.

"But you 'ave to be obedient an' patient." He warns, his breathing rapid and hot at how great this was about to be. 

Your back arched more, you whine long and deep from your chest. You didn't even care about the bet, you just wanted him, you wanted him to claim you again like every other night, but with this situation it was different, new.

You grinded back on him mindlessly, barely scraping against his clothed cock. 

"Such a needy thing." He hisses with a small scoff.

He began to spread your legs wide, his fingers digging into your thighs as he gripped them tightly to get all the space he needs. The sound of his zipper screaming rips through the night, his jeans hitting the ground was loud, belt buckle cold against the back of your thigh. His blunt cock head rubs against the length of your cunt, gathering all your slick on his girth. 

He smirked, his head tilted to the side as he watched your pretty hole flutter, you were trying your hardest not to moan. The cold belt leaves your skin, looping around your wrists for Simon to hold into the ground. 

"There's no one 'ere to hear you. No need t'be quiet." He coos, almost meanly.

You feel the ridge of his frenulum rut between your ass cheeks, catching on your rim, drooling pre cum dripping on your skin, you moan out loud in a sound you've never heard yourself make. He thrusts a few more times, balls teasing your throbbing clit.

"Yeah? like that? Could take this hole too, you'd like that? Wouldn't you, lovie?" He pants, bringing a hand down on your ass. 

He chuckles at your broken mewl, dragging his cock away to your pussy, "Wanna feel 'er first. I'll take your tight little ass later, yeah?"

He notches his tip to your slit, thrusting shallowly to work himself until he can send it home. The stretch is always the tedious part with him, your walls are pulled taut to their limit. You let out breathy moans, your ass bouncing on his hips with the rocking movement sending the pine needles deeper into your skin. You were sure there would be indentions but you could give a fuck less with good dicking. 

"Good girl." He growled, enjoying seeing you exposed to him, still in shock from the chase. 

Your ass swayed back and forth, rippling, jolting, it was one of his favorite feelings, it was hot. His breath was hot as was yours, his hand gripping your wrists so hard that it was almost painful.

"Yes..Yes...mh...Yes," You chanted breathily, meeting his movement greedily.

"Such a good fuckin' girl." He groaned.

He leans forward, nipping and sucking at your neck with needy growls as he buries his cock to the hilt in your cunt. 

You didn't know why you even agreed to try this bet, you never would have lasted long anyway. A trained predator against you? You must of been sloppy, too easy for him, an easy prize for his taking. You knew Simon wouldn't ever hurt you, but how eerie he looked with his skull mask, stalking you through the dark woods? That was so fucking hot. 

"Y'think you'd escape me?" He whispered harshly into your ear, his thumb rubbing his tacky pre over your rim, breaching through ever so slightly.

The feel of his breath on your skin made your body shudder, your eyes roll, drool leak from your lips. He laughed softly as his hands tightened around your wrists, the pressure was hurting you almost but you didn't say anything, you couldn't, his cock battering your cervix, balls slapping your clit roughly. 

You whimpered in response, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks unable to form any coherent words. 

"Aww." he scoffs, rutting into you harder. "Such a needy girl." He murmured as he squeezed your wrists together brutally, growling and groaning into your neck, skin between his teeth. 

"O-Oh god-" You gasp, clenching tight around him. 

The semi-stimulation to your clit, the soft burn of the stretch, the rough hair at the base of his cock against your skin, it's fucking heaven. He fucks into you roughly, an almost growly throaty groan ripping from him as his hips snap one last time against you, rapidly rubbing his fingers to your swollen bud side to side-

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moan, your spine bowing as he grinds into you with a wet groan, velvet walls convulsing around his spurting cock. 

He stays pressed into you, breathing against your shoulder. You feel light. Weightless. Like you could float away into the sky. Your arms tingle, your knees are numb, your thighs burn, your ass stings. 

He pulls out, goosebumps surging across your skin at the loss of heat. He uses his thumb to spread your fluttering hole open in the moonlight, purring as his cum pearls into sight, dropping to the ground in thick lumps. He scoops some up, gently prodding it back inside with a whimper from you. 

Simon had carried you after the "date night activities as a result of movie night", he sat you down in the showers and washed you. He then helped you get into a nice hot bath, the heat helped soothe your soreness, the nice bubbly water washing your body clean of dirt and dead leaves paired with his extra sweet soft kisses. 

He got you all nice and clean, changed your clothes and he was even kind enough to make you hot chocolate with some extra snacks. He cuddled you up on a couch, the warm blanket was wrapped around you as he held you, head on his chest.

You requested a calmer movie for movie night, agreeing on Avengers for the time being. 

"I'd hate being the war criminal you have to chase," You murmured against the rim of your mug, eyes trained in the movie. 

It was scary, being chased by a dangerous man even if he had zero intentions of harming you specifically. At least you got a good dicking down, from the man you love. 

"Hm." He murmured, his body slightly rocking you as you watched the movie.

He smirked at your statement, his hand was playing with your hair as you focused on the movie.

"It's not scary at all." He murmured softly.

"That's not fair to me though..." You pouted. "I'm not experienced in that stuff." 

"The chase was t'see 'ow fast I could catch you." He kept his eyes on the television when he spoke to you.

His grip was tight as he didn't want you to move from him as he pulled you under his arm again.

"An' it makes it much more fun." He smiled. "No excuses." His voice was a tease, a play on words but deep down it was still teasing at you.

"it was still unfair." You grumbled back, turning your head.

He purrs, glancing at the marks on your neck before letting out a small huff. "They look adorable on ya." He whispered, a smirk on his face as he saw you flaunt them.

He turned his eyes ahead, he wasn't looking at you, instead he was looking at the television. You pouted again, your back and knees still sore. You slumped your head on his chest. He kept his eyes on the television, hand playing with your hair, his gaze glued to the screen as he held.

"I can't imagine what those guys think when you track them.." You mumbled softly, throat going dry remembering Simon's military work

"Some o' them shit themselves. The others think that they are bein' tracked by the boogeyman." Simon snorted as he spoke, half watching television and half focusing on you.

"I wonder what they would do if they found out that your girlfriend makes you do skin care." You snickered to yourself. 

"Hmph." Simon snorted and laughed, "Shut up." He murmured, his voice carried no heat in it but a small smirk was on his lips.

Your thoughts still wavered at the fear you felt of being chased, and yet the excitement of knowing what Simon would do to you but... Simon was a pretty dangerous man. The fear of being chased by a man who had zero intentions on harming you had some excitement in it, the feeling of adrenaline was addicting. Your thoughts started to roam freely, the more you thought about it, the more you realize just how dangerous Simon was.

He knew how to hunt people, he did it so smoothly. The thought of it began to scare you yet it turned you on.

You swallowed hard before taking another sip of hot coco. That's enough dick tonight.

You feel Simon's hand gently rub your kneecap, being careful of the sore skin. It felt soothing in a way. He felt guilty, he was too tight, he pushed you too hard, he scared you. This was him processing, beating himself up. 

You felt him huff, looking up at him curiously with both blanket covered hands still on your mug.

"Tired?" You questioned, trying to see what was wrong.

"No." Simon answered shortly.

You knew that tone. He didn't want to worry you. His grip on your shoulder was looser, his hand played with your hair as he looked at you.

"Just thinkin' 'bout somethin'." He said, his body was still, his eyes were locked on yours as he spoke.

"What is it?" You asked softly, keeping your attention on him.

"Nothin'." Simon muttered, a little stern, he was lying. "Nothin' at all." He added, lowered to a quiet voice as he lied to you.

"Simon." You deadpanned quietly.

"What." He answered with the same sternness. 

"Don't lie." You stated quietly, being serious with your words yet gentle.

"Fine." He mumbles, "I was thinkin' 'bout the fact o' what would happen if I randomly slip into my... work mode around you, I don't want to do that an' scare you accidentally." Simon explained, it was the truth, he was being honest with you for a change.

"Scare me...?" You echoed in a whisper, confusion in your tone as you rested your cheek on his shoulder to listen.

"Yeah, scare you." Simon murmured, it was a possibility.

There were many times where he's had to go into his soldier persona, it was quite a drastic change.

"'M scared that me bein' like that would cause me to scare you an' f'you to become scared o' me." Simon explained.

The idea of you being scared of him was unsettling, and completely impossible. You live with him, the only thing you see of him is his uncaring moods when you get up to shit head activity. 

"And you think that's a likely possibility that I would be scared of you?" You pieced together. 

Simon nodded slowly. "Yes." Still avoiding eye contact with you.

"I don't think I'd be scared of you. I think it would be fear of your capabilities." You replied, realizing how it probably didn't help the situation. "I mean—what I'm trying to say is I don't think I can be afraid of you for my safety."

"But the thing is..." Simon took a deep breath before continuing, "I- in my work mind, 'm capable o' hurtin' anyone. Anyone." He muttered as his voice lowered a bit more.

"I-I know.." You whispered, listening to him.

Maybe Simon just had to make it known with words that he wouldn't hurt you, just get it in the open and there. 

"I won't hurt you. Not ever, I wouldn't even think 'bout it." He was giving you his word that he wouldn't hurt you, not even in his soldier persona.

"I know that, Si." You put your hand on his chest, looking up to his lidded eyes with reassurance. 

"But it's still somethin' that bothers me a lot." His gaze locked on yours, his other hand running through your hair softly. "I jus' don't want you t'be scared o' me." He murmured softly.

"I'm not scared. I couldn't be... Not when you're like this." You soothed, your palm rubbing on his pec slowly.

It breaks your heart, the man you love thinking he would hurt you, scare you, after how sweet and caring he actually is. 

"But what if I was not like this." Simon considered, "What if 'm 'ome an' suddenly switch on you. Would you still feel safe?

He was looking at you in the eyes as he spoke, you could see how much this mattered to him. This had to be something he had been thinking about for awhile. 

"Yes." You answered immediately, soft and truthful without hesitation. "You wouldn't hurt me yourself, meaning you wouldn't let someone else hurt me."

Just the fact that you trusted him so much was a comfort. You knew better, when it came to him. 

"No. I wouldn't." He agreed, "I wouldn't let anyone hurt you." It was the truth.

He would never let anyone hurt you, he would rather fight off anyone that would dare to harm you.

You finished the rest of your hot coco, setting it on the coffee table and curling under his arms against his chest with a satisfied grunt.

"Comfortable?" He murmured.

It was a very cute sight, you sitting under his arms, almost curled up against him.

His head was still facing the television, his attention was still there to an extent but you were satisfied by the position you were in right now. He tightened his grip on you with one arm as his other arm still played with your hair idly.

You nodded, bringing the blanket up further around your body and tossing some to Simon to share. He grabbed the blanket that you tossed him and he pulled it over his body, tangling his leg between yours. 

He kept stroking your hair to your shoulders lovingly with one hand as his eyes stayed glued to the TV screen. His warmth traps under the blanket, that paired with a full belly of snacks and a warm drink? Having a relaxing bath and new clothes after having a mind blowing orgasm? 

You fell right asleep in his arms. Where it's safe.