#had to chase one out of the toilet earlier.

[burrcapts]

Furry Midnight Haul

Nobody really knows how such places come to be, but it typically doesn't take very long before they are noticed by those who had the misfortune of living nearby. Most of the time it starts with people simply having a strange, uneasy feeling if they happen to get too close. But with time, the stories behind them begin to grow and fill with new, frightening details. The locals start whispering about those who went missing after going there on a dare, or just because they did not believe the rumors and had something to prove. Unfortunately for Quinn and Leo, they weren't locals at all and heard no such warnings.

After Leo's gps sent the two of them on a goose chase across the countryside, suggesting an apparently far more optimal and 12,7% faster route that eventually turned out to take them through a good handful of different dirt roads, they somehow ended up in the absolute middle of nowhere. Somehow even despite that the duo was still in a pretty upbeat mood, chatting merrily about the amazing concert they were at earlier that evening. Unfortunately it was already well past midnight and Leo was starting to feel really worn out after all the different excitements of the day so driving much further did not seem like such a great idea.

The closest town on the map was almost an hour away and even then, it was so small that Quinn and Leo doubted they would have found an open motel there anyway. Instead they decided to spend the night in the parking lot of this old truck stop they happened to be passing at the time. It looked abandoned, but most of the lamplights around the property seemed to still be working so they hoped that at least no animals would be disturbing them till morning.

Quinn needed to take a quick leak before bedtime but Leo was so wiped that he wasted next to no time reclining his driver seat all the way back and rolling up some old sweatshirt he found on the backseat for a makeshift pillow. Of course he agreed when Quinn asked him to try and stay awake until he was back in case something were to happen. But it wasn't even a full minute after his friend closed the car door behind himself that he began dozing off.

Quinn was only planning to run behind the building and have a piss there, but as he got closer, he realized that he could see a faint light flickering behind one of the windows. Maybe this place wasn't really as abandoned as they originally thought… Upon closer inspection, he found the door to the public toilet at the side of the building, that's where the light was coming from! 

Much to Quinn's surprise, while not spotlessly clean by any means the bathroom wasn't a complete sty like he would have expected and after taking a small peek, he decided to try going inside, not knowing that nobody had been there in ages. He noticed a bit of a funky, musky aroma in the air, but honestly, that wasn’t a total dealbreaker. He walked up to the stalls and found them in a more than acceptable state as well. Those were going to be useful in case that double sized chili hot dog he got at the last gas station came knocking…

But one thing that caught Quinn's eye in particular had to be graffiti that covered the walls inside the stall. He giggled, wondering if he accidentally stumbled upon some secret gay cruising spot. The drawings were pretty simple and rather crude, depicting numerous beefy, burly men, with big cocks and even bigger beards! Quinn giggled when he noticed just how much care and attention was put into drawing their junk and their body hair, but how little anything else. 

Upon a closer look, it was almost like a comic book of sorts, showing the lives of a pair of particularly hairy, bearded truckers (but really, mostly just the two of them fucking each other and the men they met on the road.) One was drawn almost like a round ball with how huge his gut was and while the other had a pretty hefty potbelly too, someone definitely put the most effort into making his arms look as big and muscular as possible. 

Back in the car, Leo could see those same two arms in a much greater detail. As soon as he'd fallen asleep, he found himself having a very strange dream... In it, he was also reclining in front of the steering wheel in the middle of this same parking lot, only he was inside of a huge semi truck, rather than the old sedan he got from his dad. When he tried to move, Leo realized that he was occupying the body of someone else.

Someone big… really big. Those furry arms he saw waving in front of him were just enormous! He also had a beard, and it must have been really long and bushy because Leo could see its end brushing all across his meaty, ridiculously hairy chest whenever he looked down! He immediately blushed when he realized that wasn't the only thing he could see… This guy's fly was popped wide open with a fully hard, beercan of a cock sticking straight out of it!

And the freakiest thing was that as soon as he saw it, Leo began feeling so damn horny, as if he'd just been beating it off himself… suddenly it was almost getting hard to keep himself from wrapping this furry paw that he now had for a hand around the engorged, leaking piece of meat. Why not give it a few strokes? It wasn't like he was planning on cumming before the huz was back… that thought came so naturally to Leo that it didn't really occur to him to ask who was this ‘huz’ that he was talking about.

The burly trucker whose body Leo was now inhabiting did not like to think too hard about things, especially not when he was this hard and horny himself! If Quinn had still been around, he would have seen Leo squirming in the car seat, moaning pleasurably as the coating of stubble around his mouth began sprouting darker and thicker. But what was going on inside Leo's dream in that same moment was far less tame…

After giving his swollen meat a few timid strokes, he quickly discovered just how good it could feel to jerk off in the body of such a hulking, furry beast of a man. By now he was completely consumed by lust, grunting loud and beating it so hard that his huge, hairy balls were swinging in the air. Leo could actively feel himself growing dumber, but it was impossible to resist all that pleasure. As if this mind, limited to only the horny, brutish thoughts was experiencing them with that much more intensity.

Some of this horniness must have been rubbing off on Quinn because as he continued to study the lewd graffiti, his cock started to tent up in his pants without him noticing. His eyes were so tightly glued to the drawings that he also failed to realize that little by little, the space around him was changing. Paint was losing its vibrant color and peeling off the walls, the white tiles on the floor turning to shades of grey and freely overgrowing with grime. The unwashed smell of sweaty, wild sex was allowed to fill the air, opening the door to numerous, dirty and perverse thoughts that were just waiting for an opportunity to sneak into Quinn's head.

He found himself picturing what those two bearded truckers might have looked like in real life. Somehow not finding it strange at all that his interest was gravitating particularly towards the drawings depicting the most explicit sex scenes. They both had such massive cocks… the one belonging to the beefier trucker was hella thick, but so was the meat of the guy with a huge gut, and it might have been even longer! Quinn let out a moan as his cock started to grow even bigger, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. 

Ugh, why the fuck was he wearing something so damn tight while on the road? It always felt best to ride in nothing but his jock so he could always whip out his cock whenever he got horny and give hubby a hot show… and since the jockstrap was right there, he would always have something around to wipe up all that cum off his belly too! Suddenly Quinn had the perfect image of a blonde, big bellied trucker with an enormous, matted beard pressing a nasty, yellowed jockstrap straight into his face. He grinned and gave it a snort, then, a moment later, Quinn found himself making that exact same sound, his hand tightly squeezing the bulge sprouting from his crotch. 

Fuck yeah, horny manstink always got him so damn hard! Quinn started to lift his other hand towards his face, he felt something between his fingers… its crusty fabric was soaked with so many  old loads that he could already smell it… his ripe, old jockstrap… suddenly Quinn was pushing his face right into it, taking a deep snort as his faint, weekend's worth of stubble started to grow longer and denser. Already making him look like he hadn't shaved in well over a month, and probably hadn't bothered to comb his shaggy mess of beard in about as long too. 

Oh damn, this manly stink was really getting him going! Quinn was in the process of trying to clumsily undo his belt and get ahold of his cock. But fuck, he needed more! His mouth was opening, the tongue sticking out further and further, something was telling him that he just had to give this rank jock a good lick… he could already almost taste those salty, countless loads spilled into it… but then suddenly Quinn opened his eyes, asking himself just what the fuck he was doing?! He tossed the jockstrap against the wall, pushing the stall door open and bolted outside.

Unfortunately for Leo trying to resist the influence of this place was proving to be far more difficult while asleep. Even despite his dwindling intellect, he could tell that this was no ordinary dream. Everything was too real… the inside of this cab, this hulking, beefy body covered in coarse fur, the way it felt when he squeezed this beer can thick cock that constantly dribbled with pre. He had this sudden urge to give it a taste and once he did, he simply couldn't stop! He was such a horny pig! Constantly beating off and huffing his ripe pits.

Leo was still able to tell that the deeper he sank into this lustful frenzy, the harder it was getting to recall ever doing anything else, ever being anything else than this massive, furry trucker! But who cared? He was so fucking hot now! Leo wasn't able to resist tilting the rear view window towards the cabin so he could see more of himself in the reflection. Getting so damn turned on admiring his broad, meaty chest and caressing the enormous beard that was hanging down from his tough, brutish face. 

Back in the real world, Leo's body was moving in that exact, same fashion. Fingers combing through what was now a full beard, densely covering his cheeks while his other hand tugged on his swelling cock. Somehow Leo knew what was happening to him, that his real self was changing to resemble this burly, constantly horny, hirsute beast of a man but he was powerless to do anything about it. Completely trapped inside this horny wet dream and unable to wake up. 

Even his best efforts amounted to little more than making himself shift from side to side in his seat. Except by now, it was a tall and wide driver's seat of a massive semi truck and with every stroke of his cock, Leo was getting closer to filling it completely with his furry bulk. He knew that the only hope he had left was for Quinn to quickly get back and wake him up before it was too late!

Unfortunately for Leo, his friend was going through a major crisis of his own at that same moment when he ran out of the bathroom stall and saw himself in the mirror. He was so unrecognizable that at first Quinn screamed, thinking that someone else was in here with him, but when it finally sank in that he was looking at himself, he was far too freaked out to make even a peep. His puffy face was completely covered in shaggy, matted hair! The only thing that Quinn could think of was that he must have been having some kind of an allergic reaction because the rest of his body was suddenly so swollen that his normally loosely fitting hoodie was ready to burst at the seams.

Quinn was panicking so much that despite having felt the messy hairs against his fingers, he still refused to accept that such a huge beard could have sprouted all around his mouth just like that. He rushed towards the sink, convinced that it was something he could simply wash off. Turning on the rusty tap and splashing his face in such a hurry that it was only when his beard was completely soaked wet, that Quinn got a good whiff of just how badly this water reeked. 

It was so unbelievably ripe and musky, as if someone made a whole bunch of brawny construction workers wipe themselves with only a single towel after their shift, and then wrung it right above his face. Quinn let out a strained groan as he tried to hold his breath, but it was too late, his chest started to swell so rapidly that it felt like he might suffocate if he didn't pull off his hoodie. Only to find a massive, round gut flopping down onto the sink alongside a pair of fat moobs when he did.

It was just immense and it was still swelling larger and covering in thick, sweaty hair right before his eyes. Quinn’s gaze constantly darting back and forth between it and this massive, unkempt mess of a beard that was now cascading down his chest. Quinn had no idea what to do now, he only knew that somehow, watching it all happen was getting him so unbelievably horned up that he was only moments away from tearing his pants open to whip out his rock hard cock and start beating off.

But then it turned out that he won't even have to wait that long. Suddenly a big, muscled arm covered in thick, dark fur appeared on top of his belly, with another one undoing his belt and grabbing his cock from behind.

“Fuck huz, should have told me ya wanted to stick around cruisin’ for some cocksuckers round here, would have joined ya earlier! Or maybe even taken care of that gigantic schlong myself!”

Quinn moaned when he felt the grip tightening around his meat as the visitor's broad, rough fingers began massaging its entire length. He looked up and saw the gruff face of a hulking trucker brute with a beard almost as massive as his own. After a moment and a closer look Quinn recognized him, and of course he fucking did! It was his husband Leo, the horny pig couldn't even wait till he was done having a piss and had already stomped here with his cock out, wanting to fuck! But that was why Quinn loved that bastard so much, the only man he'd ever met who was as much of a horndog as himself! He grinned and pulled down his pants all the way, opening his hairy ass wide and sliding it onto Leo’s thick, throbbing cock.

“Yeah, give it to me you hot fucker! Yer gonna be tasting that load when ya rim my arse at the next stop!!!”

Wait… why was he saying that… Quinn wanted to tell Leo to stop but instead only kep spewing more dirty, perverted things and encouraging him to fuck him harder. God, that felt so damn good, seeing just how much his gut was turning this beefy trucker on! Leo was moaning even louder than he was when he caressed this furry, swelling beach ball with his meaty paws. Inside, Quinn was still desperately trying to tell his friend that he had to stop, but the only thing leaving his mouth was a horny litany of the dirtiest curse words ordering him to keep going until eventually even he was too turned on to talk at all.

Only grunting wildly as he tugged on his big nips and pushed his ass deeper and deeper onto Leo's beer can thick fuckstick. After all those years they've spent on the road together, fucking multiple times per day, they could both tell without fail just how close the other was to blowing his load. And with how loud and savage Leo's groans were getting, Quinn knew that the huz was already on the edge.

“Do it fucker! Blow that load in my… HNNGHHHHH!!!

He couldn't finish before he felt Leo squeezing his cock as hard as he could take it and jerking it rapidly until it began spewing thick globs of prime trucker spunk all over the floor in front of them. Then thrusting his cock as deep up Quinn's ass as he could before he started cumming as well, completely flooding the big bellied bear's insides. As always, the intensity of the orgasm leaving them heaving and panting loudly, completely dripping with sweat. After Leo slid his cock out, Quinn gathered some of the cum still oozing from its tip onto his tongue and pulled his man into a sloppy kiss, already looking forward to finding out just how much better this load was going to taste after marinating inside his hole until the next truck stop.

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[shuenkio]

A day in ENHYPEN | OT7

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A little present (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

Starting off with the normal routine, M/N wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock. Sitting up with a groan, Swing your legs off the bed and gets up. As you stretches and yawns, M/N heads over to his dresser and throws on some casual clothes. Then, heads for the bathroom. Just as M/N was about to step inside the bathroom, You noticed that someone else was already in there. You thought for a moment that You had managed to beat everyone to the punch and be the first one in the dorm that day. However, it didn't take long before M/N realized that he was wrong. As you got up and left his room, you was greeted by a chaotic scene as the members bustled around getting ready for the day, some even eating breakfast,that jay had made. The dorm was filled with noise and movement as the members got ready, reminding him that there was never a quiet moment in this place.

You knock on the bathroom's door to see if there anyone inside then a voice response.

"It me M/N, I'm just taking a shower, if uou you wanna use thr toilet come in" Heeseung said, while he was in the enclose shower.

As you entered, closing the door behind you, the sound of running water filled your ears. Settling onto the toilet seat, about 5 min later, you were suddenly interrupted by a series of increasingly audible moans echoing from within the shower stall. The source was unmistakable - he was pleasuring himself or masturbating they say?He seemingly didn't care to your presence just inches away. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his vocalizations, you found yourself covering your ears in an attempt to block out the noise.

"Hyunng!! It's 7 in the morning??"

"Sorry m/n i-.. *shallow breathing* i needed to do it nghh"

The world around him faded into insignificance as he chased the peak of pleasure. His grip tightened around his member, matching the rhythmic strokes with increasing urgency. Each movement sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through his veins, drawing him closer and closer . As he reached his desire, a guttural groan escaped his lips, announcing the imminent release. With one final thrust, a torrent of semen erupted from his body, shooting the bathroom wall in stark.

"It feel hella good haaa"

As you stepped into your bedroom, fresh from the shower and eager to slip into something comfortable, you were met with an unexpected sight. Ni-ki stood before you, completely nude and unabashedly displaying butt and crotch free. The scene leaving you momentarily speechless.

"Oh lord" you managed to stammer, caught off guard by the sudden exposure.

"I didn't realize anyone else was in here" Ni-ki greet you, His eyes danced playfully as he noticed your gaze lingering on his lower half. Seizing the opportunity to tease, he leaned forward and murmured in a husky voice.

"You like the view young boy?"

As you shook your head in disbelief, he continued to push boundaries, swaying his hips seductively and causing his dick to bounce up and down with each movement, laterally breathing air.

"I could do this all day if you like M/N~ uh oh comeback don't LEaVe me"

After dressing and attempting to put the earlier encounter behind you, you made your way to the kitchen for breakfast. As others trickled in, Jay casually mentioned hearing someone moaning in the bathroom earlier. The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention towards Heeseung, whose face flushed crimson at the mention of his private indulgence.Embarrassed, he raised his hand sheepishly and admitted with a barely audible whisper,

"It was me"

The dorm erupted into a cacophony of reactions - some snickered, others shook their heads in disapproval, while most simply resumed eating their breakfast.

Amidst the chatter, Heeseung seized the opportunity to shift the focus away from his earlier confession. With a self-assured grin, he declared. Heeseung, unable to resist the temptation to boast about his recent experience, interjected with a bold declaration

"Oh man, I couldn't stop myself after sweaty wet dream last night, it needs to be release tsk. Trust me, none of you can understand the sensation of having such an big dick like mine" He responded with confidence, still remember how it's feel like doing it in the bathroom. The older members took issue with this claim and quickly chimed in. In response ,jay fired back.

"Nope It was me hyung, you merely lack with my true potential. You're just seeing my soft side, but trust me when I say that my full hard stature is far more than you can imagine" His witty comeback drew laughter from some and stunned silence from others, effectively shifting the focus of the conversation onto his size.Soon later Jake couldn't resist joining in either before burst out.

"Length isn't everything, gentlemen. What truly matters is the overall package and let me tell you, my dick pack them both. I may not be record-breaking of length, my dick can destroy your ass completely ,huff"

Jake's bold statement left the room buzzing with intrigue and curiosity once again. As the debate raged on, a new player entered the scene. Sunghoon, seemingly unfazed by the ongoing discussion, nonchalantly dropped his pants and revealed his stark white throbbing, soft dick with a delicate pink tip. His sudden entrance silenced the room as all eyes fell upon him. he speak up:

"Fuck all of you, quit this childish shit talking. It seems you all forgotten about my treasure. my white cock solo all of you"

Just as the tension seemed to dissipate, another unexpected one joined, Ni-ki, known for his slender frame, slid his pants down and proudly displayed a long, glistening penis that commanded jaw dropped from all the members.

"Ijbol, hyung hyung Just look at this meat I'm holding, skinny always got the best dick ever!!" The room gone silent in awe. Meanwhile, M/N, Jungwon and Sunoo remained indifferent. Sunoo and Jungwon continued their morning routine with calm composure, focused solely on finishing their breakfasts as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening nearby. shake of his head at the ridiculous display before him, Sunoo muttered under his breath.

"Some people never grow up, do they?"

Jungwon simply shrugged in agreement, Sipping his cup of coffee.

Once the argument over, After eating their breakfast and getting ready, the manager comes knocking on their dorm door to pick them up and take them to their workplace- the company. Once they're all ready, they head towards their workplace, getting ready for another day of work.

After completing their dance and vocal practices for the day, they head to the cafeteria to eat their lunch and recharge before taking on the next scheduled activity of the day for energy. The cafeteria is a lively and upbeat environment, with the other group chatting and laughing, as well as the aroma of tasty food filling the air.

"Eat a lot everyone, we needs a lot of energy today" jungwon announced.

Their schedule for the day is a group photo shoot, and their stylist has given them the clothes they will be wearing for the shoot. The stylist tells them to get changed in the dressing room, and they all head inside. Once inside, they each start to get changed and adjust their clothes, doing makeup and hair, getting ready for their picture-taking session.

As the day draws to a close, some members are doing their own personal schedules until late at night around 10 pm when they finish their work for the day, even earlier than expected. Their manager comes to pick them up and take them back to their dorm. When they get back to the dorm, everyone is feeling a bit too lazy to make dinner. Their leader suggests ordering online food, and then the dorm suddenly fills with chaos, again. Some members want one thing, while others want something else. It feels like pure bedlam. Meanwhile, M/N sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, a forced smile on your face as you feel like you don't know what to do or how to fit into the chaos around you.

As the ordered food finally arrives, about half an hour later, everyone sets the table and then sits down to eat and chat about what they've gone through today. There's laughter and good spirited joking as everyone eats their fill, enjoying the end of yet another busy day.

Amidst the chaos and excitement, there exists a profound sense of joy that overwhelms like a tidal wave. It's the kind of happiness that you don't wanna lose. leaving you feeling alive and happiness. It's take blood, sweat, and tears to earn your place in this whirlwind of emotions. Yet despite the challenges faced along the way, you wouldn't trade this journey for anything else because it has shaped who you are today, ENHYPEN.

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[justalildumpling]

chapter 17: waiting for you

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Jeno didn’t vibe with chaos.

Unlike the unpredictable nature of his friends, he preferred the calm weekends in his dorm, the ones where it smelled like cheap Chinese takeout accompanied by his new favourite movie of the week displayed on the TV screen or maybe the ones where it just feels like the soft cotton of his blanket, eyes fixated on a particular spot of his ceiling. 

He didn’t mind the “boring” lifestyle (as his friends had labelled it) that he had placed upon himself. For him ‘boring’ meant comfort, security and predictability. No throwing up in the toilet bowl at three a.m., no expensive repairs of drunkenly damaged property or wild goose chases on a random Friday night.

Shuffling past the seemingly never-ending wave of sweaty bodies, Jeno found himself scoffing at his position. Hair stiff from the ungodly amounts of gel that Jaemin had crammed in earlier, his arms sticky from the accidental spillage during a game of beer pong and his heart hammering for a girl he had never met before, praying to whoever controlled the universe that she’d be okay, that he’d be able to find her within the crowd before it was too late.

With each flash of red that brushed past him, the growing anxiety in his chest plummeted further into the pits. 

He shouldn’t have convinced you to go to the party. 

Jeno grabbed a fistful of his hair, shagging it in an aggravated manner. This was not at all how he intended to figure out your identity. Not that he regretted the fact that he knew, but rather he had unknowingly put you in danger, causing not yourself but bloody Zhong Chenle to confirm his suspicions.

For fucks sake Jeno, think. If you were trying to avoid a party scene for reasons other than a weird creepy stalker trying to find you, where would you go?

As spotted the vacant areas around the staircase, a light bulb switched on in Jeno’s mind. 

Of course, you would go upstairs, hardly anyone would be there. However, his initial excitement was short-lived as he spotted a familiar face or a head of hair. 

Jeno couldn’t say he knew Beomgyu. Sure, he had seen him around campus at times and on rare occasions he decided to show up to a society event at the end of the year. If anything, Beomgyu was a popular figure around the university, known to be quite a charming fellow and never caused harm to anyone. 

But everyone had their hidden sides and Jeno could not be more panicked than ever as he began making his way towards the staircase ⎯ or rather, you.

With a rushed trip on his step, Jeno made his way to the second floor ⎯ which, to his delight, housed a more comfortable amount of humans but severely lacked a certain shade of red.

Fuck. Was he wrong about his assumptions? Did Beomgyu somehow manage to slip him and snatch you away without him knowing? Or heck, maybe he had already buried you alive inside Zhong Chenle’s backyard.

He shook his thoughts away as he whipped his head towards each person who passed his figure. 

Hair’s too long, doesn’t look like you at all, way too chirpy for someone on the run, just no.

Reaching towards the end of the hallway, one person remained. A familiar red hood enveloped the small frame, eyes nervously darting from corner to corner and hands trembling as it grasped onto the phone. 

Holy shit. It was you.

As if on autopilot, Jeno’s strides gradually became longer and faster as he made his way towards your figure. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing when he grabbed your hand, nor did it seem like you were expecting his appearance seeing as your eyes grew into wide saucers as you were lugged back towards the staircase, spluttering a mixture of sentences that he couldn’t grasp onto, but that wasn’t his biggest issue right now.

Jeno had been told multiple times for his bad luck with things, stubbing his toe on the same table corner, tripping over his best friend’s legs and now being chased down by a possible murderer inside of Chenle’s massive party (okay, maybe ‘murderer’ was a bit far fetched) but either way, he couldn’t believe the situation could get much worse than this. 

Pulling you into the first door as the two of you sprinted up the stairs, he realised the situation could, in fact, become much worse as out of the possibly fifteen different rooms inside Zhong Chenle’s mansion, he managed to pick the fucking supply closet.

Realistically, any person with functioning brain cells would have opened up the door again to seek shelter in the comforts of his friend’s bedroom (the original destination he had in mind) but Lee Jeno wasn’t quite the brightest of the human kind. Rather he chose his pride over the functionality of the situation because he couldn’t have you knowing that he was stupid enough to get lost within his best friend’s walls, so what did he do? Lock the doors of course.

The two of you were engulfed by the shadows, the only light being the one seeping in from the crack underneath the door. He couldn’t see much of you, rather only being able to feel your presence as your body pressed against his and your shallow breaths hitting the underside of his chin. Squinting, he craned his head your way, (not exactly achieving much aside from the outlines of your figure in the darkness).

Lifting his hands to place on what he assumed was your shoulders, he took a deep breath, “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” 

A beat passed when you answered in a small stammer, “N-no, it’s fine. I’m okay.”

With a sigh of relief, the closet returned to a state of silence. Only the sound of muffled lyrics and cheering college kids cut the tension in the background. It was then Jeno realised one fault about his twin flame, the fact that the two of you were in words the same person, meaning — without the protection of the electronic screen, the pair of you were painfully awkward. 

It wasn’t like Jeno didn’t want to talk to you, as a matter of fact, it was quite the contrary. In the lead-up to the party, Jeno had millions of questions racing in his mind about your hobbies, your life and simply just about you but something about rescuing you from a crazy stalker and being stuck in a tight supply closet just didn’t seem to be the best place for his eager introductions and maybe you had the same thoughts.

“So-”

“I guess-”

Nervous laughter tumbled out from your throats, with an outline of his hand gesturing for you to continue.

You sat in silence for a moment, fidgeting around with the edges of the shelves before mumbling, “I guess you found me.”

“You sound disappointed.” 

“No! Not at all,” You waved your hands in front of his face, “I just⎯ I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Honestly, I kinda put off meeting you for so long because I feel like I don’t know how to act around you,” You admitted quietly, shuffling around in your spot, “As unbelievable as it sounds, I do in fact get nervous in front of hot samoyed-like boys called Lee Jeno.”

It had always been a mystery of how much you were able to affect his little heart, and how his attempted counterattacks seemed to do such little damage to you. But then again, Jeno was an oblivious fellow, who had never seen your words coming. 

Jeno wanted to punch the air, kick his feet up or ‘man squeal’ as Donghyuck liked to describe it. But he couldn’t let you win, not for the second time within the last minute. 

“Would you mind if I asked you on a date?”

You paused, before giggles ensured, “Jeno, you don’t need to ask permission to ask me on a date.”

“Hey— it never hurts to be sure,” Embarrassment crept up his neck, shaking his head at your amused response before clearing his throat, “So, what do you say?”

“I would love to.”

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pairing: jeno x fem! reader

synopsis: chenle was convinced that his two introverted friends were destined for each other, so what does he do? bribe them to text each other of course ⎯ or alternatively, when jeno started to fall for an anonymous mutual friend of chenle's

genre: social media au, strangers to lovers, college au, FLUFF, crack

warnings: swearing, mentions of stalkerish behaviour, alcohol, jokes about death/murder, jeno is a SIMP

note: WAITING FORRRR JUST WAITING FORRRR YA!!!! i've had this scene envisioned in my head since i listened to the istj bridge. it's been a long time coming

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[bluesest]

A Diarrhea Camp

In the "Orange Lake" camp there have always been adventures of all kinds, from wasp chases, to cases where for certain reasons, some campers used to have… stomach problems.

On this occasion a large group of campers arrived at the big green forest, where they will share great moments together. Jeremy was one of these campers, he was the rebel of the group, always looking for a way to get into trouble. On the third day, Jeremy insulted a fellow camper which was heard by the camp guides and as a punishment, he would have to serve the food dishes to the campers of the place.

That's how it all started, he hated having to work when he was supposed to be having fun with his buddies, in short, he was annoyed by the situation. On the first day, almost finishing his shift he overheard two of the campers complaining about the food:

"Wow…is this stuff even edible?"

"Is this supposed to be mashed potatoes?"

"The only thing pure here is how my stomach will end up after eating this."

"Rather, how your diarrhea will turn out after eating this attempt at food."

Hearing this, Jeremy couldn't help but get a feeling, one he had never felt before, it was a mixture of need and the obscene, like a great desire inside his heart that made him start sweating. He thought, "Just imagine how those unusable toilets would end up if any of these guys had an urge."

Night came and he was in his cabin with 5 of the other campers:

"Hey, I don't recommend you go to the bathrooms in this place, they're worse than last year, I'd choose a tree to mark my territory over that attempt at hygiene."

"And when it's your turn to do number two?"

"First of all, it's called shitting, second of all, I wouldn't have a choice to be honest."

Again that feeling came, piercing his chest and making certain parts of his body start to fill with blood. "Do I really like that kind of thing…? Naaahhh… but I should be able to do something to prove otherwise… I have an idea!"

While no one was looking, Jeremy grabbed his backpack and searched through his clothes, "I usually usually put all the medications on my shelf when I leave… Here it is!" Among several capsules he found a hand-sized bottle of a powerful laxative, and if you're wondering why a person would have a big bottle of laxative, well, let's just say our friend has had trouble with unclogging the pipe when he usually eats a lot of junk food.

The next day it was time to execute the plan, he waited for the cooks to be distracted to pour at least a small spoonful of the laxative to each of the dishes, the taste was not going to be a problem because the food itself was disgusting, Jeremy's conscience kicked in and almost caused him to stop his plan, but his desire was stronger, and that's how around 40 campers were intoxicated with laxative.

Once he finished his work, he grabbed a plate of food and sat down with his companions:

"This tastes a little weird than usual, but it's still gross."

"There are lots of activities at camp today: canoe paddling, swimming, a foot race, arts and crafts and among other things, what will you guys be doing?"

This just added more excitement to the matter, many of them would have to cut their activities short because their stomachs wouldn't hold out for long.

Twenty minutes passed and Jeremy was sitting on a log when he spotted a camper in the distance trying to hide the fact that he was carrying a roll of toilet paper in his hand, he was Jeremy's first victim, or at least the first one he could observe.

Slowly he approached him taking care that he didn't see him, surprisingly he got to the bathroom earlier which was because the camper could barely take small steps. When he arrived he saw that the bathroom had only two compartments, it was a typical wooden latrine with a large hole in the floor as a toilet, there are about 10 of these bathrooms around the camp, but even so they were not enough for the large wave of diarrheic young people, Jeremy hid in the second toilet and with a knife he had in his pocket he made a hole that allowed him to see everything that happened in the first latrine and that made it difficult to observe what was happening in the second one from the first toilet.

Finally he hears the first door creaking and being abruptly closed, he hears a small voice: "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" followed by the sound of the boy's pants strap to then drop his pants, after that the boy was able to free himself:

*PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *HSRQQQHRHRHRSQRSRSHRSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSQRSFS FFFFFF*

The first blow was a devastating one, you could tell from afar how he'd been holding that in for a long time.

*GASP* *PPRRRRHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHS* *PPFFFFFFFFTTT* *SQHHQSHQHQHQ* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFTTTT*

The second one violently hit the hole, liters of liquid was expelled from the small anus of the subject that was not enough to expel everything in one blow:

"Why me?!?!?!?!?" *PPPFPFPTTT* *PPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQHSQH*.

Sobs began to be heard which were confused by the drops of brown liquid coming out of the poor boy, Jeremy was able to fill his desire, but this is not where it ends. Suddenly a knock was heard at Jeremy's cubicle door:

"Hey buddy, excuse me, but have you cleared the bathroom yet? I just really need to go, and to be honest, the guy next door sounds like he's just getting started."

Jeremy took his eyes off the hole, opened the door and answered, "All yours", he was a tall young man with some muscle, his clothes were stuck to him due to sweat, and with a smile he thanked Jeremy obviously not knowing that he was the one who was to blame for his suffering.

The big guy closed the door, Jeremy almost left the place disappointed until he saw a small hole that would allow him to see what was also happening in the second cubicle: He saw how the tall guy started to undress, he was the type of person who undresses to go to the bathroom when it is something urgent, Jeremy managed to see part of the guy's penis before his ass fell into the toilet:

*PPPPPPFFTFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PSSSSSSSS*.

The first blow was weak compared to that of the previous person, who by the way was still expelling large amounts of poop in embarrassment as he knew a new person entered with the same problem:

*PSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PPFFFFFFFTTT* *PLOP*.

The second hit was somewhat disappointing for Jeremy, apparently this guy was having a bad constipation, he was about to leave to find other campers until a big noise made him stay:

*PPPSFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *HQSHHSQHQHHSHHSHHSHSSSSSS* *PSPSPSPSSHSHSHHHHSHSHSHSHSSS* *PLOP* *PFFFTFTTT* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRRRRR* "Aghhhh!"

The smell hit him all at once, a mixture of bread and meat with a hint of pepper, the man managed to unclog his pipe and managed to release a third shocking wave as the first person had already finished and proceeded to clean himself up Tall: "Uffffffff I really did have to get rid of a couple of extra pounds…wait a minute…I FORGOT TO BRING PAPER…*KNOCK* *KNOCK* hey, I know you're in there, could you lend me some paper? I really need to clean up the mess I have on my butt."

Shy: "ummmm… Ok… but don't finish it all, I'm afraid this is a… diarrhea."

Tall: "Don't worry, I have more in my backpack, just let me know when you want to hit the porcelain again."

Shy: "That would be strange…"

Tall: "In another context yes, but come on, we both heard and smelled what was going on in each other's toilet, we're like bathroom bros!"

Shy: "Well… do you want to go paddling after this… with me?"

Tall: "Sure, why not, I don't have many friends around here either."

Those words reminded Jeremy of one of the other activities which would be interesting for his new hobby: canoe paddling, just the thought of a person having an emergency in a place surrounded by water and the only way out is using brute force which raises the risk of causing an anal leak, is something that fascinated Jeremy. As he left the area he saw that very few campers were around, that was a sign that most were already affected and that only those with strong stomachs were not affected, even so sooner or later they would all fall.

As he made his way to the lake he could see the start of the foot race that he heard in the cafeteria, there were 5 contestants, all of them were sweaty, but only one had a worried face, apparently 4 of them had already used the bathroom and the sweat remained as a souvenir. The camper was wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt with tight black shorts that exposed his well polished legs.

The guide started the race, the one in the yellow shirt that we will call as "Runner" was in first place, apparently his urgency gave him the strength to explode his legs and want to finish the race as soon as possible, not even Jeremy taking shortcuts could catch him, so he followed him with his eyes, after 5 minutes the runner reached the finish line but he did not stop there and kept running, in the distance Jeremy could distinguish something between the runner's legs, a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase him again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea began to drip out of the shorts: a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase it again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea started to drip out of the shorts.

The runner arrived at his destination and after 1 minute Jeremy arrived too, while the runner was making a huge effort to take off his tight shorts without causing a mess, Jeremy took advantage of his urgency and opened a hole with the razor to observe what was going on inside: he saw how an agitated camper with big legs was undressing and with the speed that made him win the race he made his ass reach his own finish line:

The first wave was brutal, the smell was starting to permeate Jeremy's eyes, but also permeating the great view of what of the biggest asses Jeremy has ever seen in his life.

*PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS* *SQSHHSHQSHQSHSQHSHQHSHQHSHQHHS* *GASP* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSHHHHHHHHHH* *SQSHHSQHHSHQSHQSHQSHQSHQS*

The second wave did not disappoint, so strong was the smell that Jeremy's eyes began to water and in his mind he said, "someone ate a lot of garlic today, didn't he?"

*PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

By the third, things had calmed down, Jeremy pulled his face out of the hole, wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and set out to continue with his original plan: go to the lake.

There was only one person already in the lake, a brunette person wearing a swimsuit, he looked ridiculous wearing that knowing he wouldn't touch the water, but Jeremy was not one to judge as he was doing worse.He approached the dock and in the distance he saw how the "swimmer" started hugging his stomach, Jeremy imagined that sporty body squeezed by that blue suit and when he saw him heading towards a secluded shore, Jeremy set out to run just to reach to hide and get a better view of the swimmer's butt. It wasn't easy but he finally got there before him, he positioned himself in a small bush as the canoe was parked:

Swimmer "Oh my god, the toilets are too far away and… I don't think I can hold on… shit."

*PPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR*

A machine gun of farts was coming out of that tight ass, with force and desperation the swimmer started to quickly take off that suit exposing that under that suit was hiding a nice ass, he barely managed to free his ass and started to shit without even squatting down:

*PFPDPDPDPDPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPS* *PPFPFFTFTFTFTTFTF* *PPDPSPSPSPSPSPSPS*

They were wet farts coming out forcefully as they were inundated by waves of violent diarrhea, it had a dark color and stank pretty bad.

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRP* *PSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS*

Followed the liquid, there was no trace of any solid material, the frequency of the farts was going down, but they were much louder, at this part the camper could barely squat:

*PPFFFFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTF* *RPPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *QSHQSHHSHQSHQSHSHHQHQSHQHSHSHSHS* *PPFFFTFTTTT* *PPFFFTTTT*

An even more powerful jet made the swimmer tremble causing him to nearly lose his balance and fall into his own fecal material. Finally, the poor camper finished and wiped his butt with the lake water hoping no one had seen him.

Jeremy seeing that the swimmer left was ready to return to his cabin and rest from the marathon he ran all day, but something strange, in the mud of the forest he saw footsteps, a trace of someone walking through the forest and so far did not return, Jeremy exhausted did not miss the opportunity and also went into the forest.

5 minutes was the time Jeremy was walking among the big trees, he was about to return when he heard some moans, when he looked out he saw another camper sweating, walking and hugging his stomach, so Jeremy decided to deviate from the dirt road and hid in the trees following the lost camper.

He looked exhausted and dizzy, he stopped for a second and changed his route next to a tree, defeated, he slowly dropped his pants leaving his somewhat flat butt in the air:

*PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT*. It was just a dry fart, apparently yet another one who is constipated.

Slowly a monumental poop made its way out, it was so big that it couldn't easily pass through the poor boy's anus:

*SQHHQSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* *SPLASH*.

Finally, it fell leaving the way free for:

Shit was falling and exploding as it hit the ground, many flies around started to approach the boy which made the situation more uncomfortable:

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PPPPPPPFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PQSPSPQSPQSPQSPSSSHHSHSGSS* *PFFFFFFFFFFFT* *GASP*.

Camper: "I think… I'll stay in camp…"

He slowly took several sheets and wiped his bottom, they were rough but worked well for the situation. After leaving, Jeremy walked over to the pile of shit and admired it by touching a certain part of his body.

Upon arriving back at camp, his friends told him the news that several campers had severe diarrhea.

[joanvisitsrome]

fucking sub Hazel in the bathroom before fight club starts

y'all are geniuses such freaks omg

I wrote it tho 🤭 i feel a lot more confident in this smut than my last time so I hope it's a bit better!

summary: smut. just smut.

contains: fingering, praise, degredation, dom!reader, sub!hazel, semi-public sex?, use of the word mommy, no y/n, some tit play

You and Hazel had an agreement. You would go to fight club, she would let you win when wrestling each other, and you would fuck her before the next practice. You don’t know how this even came into y’all’s consideration, but it did. And neither of you were against it. You loved how needy Hazel would get, how desperate she would be for your touch. You loved how you had such control over her.

Usually, the two of you fucked in her car, but her car was in the shop to get its oil changed, and you were saving up for yours. Hazel, desperate as ever today, said to meet in the bathroom before fight club. The second you entered that bathroom after school, Hazel might as well have attacked you with how quickly she kissed your lips, mumbling about how she had been thinking of you all day.

You quickly pushed her into a stall, not ready to let someone walk in and see what you two were up to.

“Couldn’t say hello even. Didn’t know you were so needy for me today, slut.” you tell her.

“Y-yeah. Please, please touch me, I’m so wet right now.”

“All wet for me?” you say innocently, even though both you and Hazel knew that your intentions were the absolute opposite of that. Today, Hazel wasn’t in her usual oversized bowling shirts, but rather a white tank top with a teal sports bra underneath. You pulled down her tank top and her bra so her tits would be out for you. You pay no attention to them though. Even though Hazel was already desperate for you. You wanted more. You wanted her to beg. When you started unbuttoning her pants, she put a hand over yours.

“You’re not going to touch my tits?”

“Well, I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Please.” she whined, begging. Although you already were going to play with her tits, you give in, doing it earlier. You took one of them in your mouth, attaching your lips to it, swirling your tongue around it. You softly suck on it while you take her other tit in your hand, toying with the nipple with your fingers. You heard her softly whimper, beginning to buck her hips toward your leg.

“Already begging for more?” you mock her, “I’ll get there, I’m not that much of a tease.”

“Please… I need you.”

“Please what, Hazel?” you hold her jaw so she looks you in the eye.

“Please… mommy.”

“Ok, you know what to do.” You sit on the toilet in the stall, and Hazel got on top of you straddling her hips. She gave you enough room to fuck you with your hand though. You unbutton her pants and put your hand down her panties, feeling how soaking wet she was.

“All wet right now, just for me. What a fucking slut,” you tell her as you tease your finger up and down her folds. Her hips chase your fingers, straining for them to get inside you. To make sure she wouldn’t moan too loudly when you started fingering her, you kissed her, and sneakily inserted your middle finger inside her. You started pumping it in and out, the only sounds in the room being her whimpers and the wet noises. You insert your ring finger in as well, curling it inside her to hit her g-spot.

“Think you can take a third finger, honey?” you ask her, still finger-fucking her.

“I-I don’t know.”

“I think you can. You ready?”

“Y-Yes~” You push your pointer finger in with the other two, picking up your pace, and hearing Hazel’s moans get even louder than before.

“Such a good little slut for me, taking my fingers so well.” you praise her, hearing only whimpers in response.

“Harder… please…” is all she can get out, as she’s reaching her climax quicker than you can imagine. You grab her ass, pushing it towards your fingers, hoping to get in deeper. The second you do this, you hear an even louder noise from Hazel.

“I’m gonna cum,” Hazel warns, her voice high.

“You can do it, baby. Come on, cum for me. Just like that.” You don’t stop though. You slow down your fingers, making sure she feels every last bit of pleasure. You feel her go limp, resting her head on your shoulder. You remove your fingers and lick off every last bit of her juices.

“Remind me to eat you out next time, yeah?” All you get is a feeling of her nodding on your shoulder in response. You kiss her a few times before leaving the stall so Hazel can pee, in order to not get a UTI. Later in fight club, Hazel lets you beat her multiple times, keeping up the promise.

[thevillainswhore]

A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC - PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - dead dove, kidnapping, mentions of smut (p in v), fingering and oral (fem receiving), implied non-con, degradation, restraints, physical abuse (face slapping), cannibalism (it’s Steve kemp what did you expect?), force feeding, hints of Stockholm syndrome?

A/N: Unbeta’d | dividers created by @rookthorne thank you for also helping me with the summary my love 🥰 | this oneshot was inspired by the lovely @smutconnoisseur who made me this absolutely stunning moodboard 😭 I just knew I had to write something as soon as I saw it. Thank you so much sweetie, loves you the most 🥹

“Let me go, you fucking psycho!”

Steve merely kept on humming to himself, happily slicing the meat in front of him into finely cut pieces. It took severe attention to detail to finesse the glide of the knife just right, cutting through as smooth as butter.

It had taken quite a long time to get his craft on the line of perfection - years in the making - and now that he’d finally mastered the art, it was as easy as riding a bike. The rush of adrenaline spiking his nerves gave him a hit unlike anything else in his life. This was what he was meant for. He’d wasted so much time not giving in before.

Wooden screeching against the floor snapped him out of his inner musings, eyes lifting up to see you fidgeting in your chair - presumably trying to escape, but the chains attached to your feet would keep you rooted.

Steve couldn’t help but notice how the glow of the candlelight surrounding you on the dinner table highlighted the beauty in the features of your face. Sunset orange dancing among the shadows, defining your cheekbones and your shoulders decorated in the straps of a pretty dress.

You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.

Placing the meat onto a skillet to cook, Steve wiped his hands and rounded the corner of the kitchen island to join you, the sudden bravado you had earlier evaporating while terror took over your body. His cock shouldn’t have gotten hard seeing the tears gathering on your lash line, but those glassy eyes reminded him of a deer in fright, ready to run. And fuck, would he love the chase.

“Bambi… join me.”

It was haunting, the kind smile Steve let loose as he held out his hand to you after arriving by your side. No wasn’t an answer, and you did well to stand up on your shaky legs - from still recovering or fear, he wasn’t sure - quietly proud of you either way.

Flashbacks of you clumsily tripping over the bed to go relieve yourself on the toilet crossed his mind as he brought you to the middle of the living room. After fucking you three times in one night, leaving you screaming his name and begging for more each time, he couldn’t help be prideful watching you stumble your way out of the room. Just like a doe learning to walk for the first time.

Of course, the chains rattling with each step you took while limping weren’t part of the memory. The heavy breaths were familiar though, smirk crawling onto his face as he imagined your adorable squeaks while he ate your cunt like he was man starved.

Once Steve had directed you into the middle of the living room rug, he brought you closer to him, slipping his arm over your waist as you flinched, and grabbing your other hand to hold as he began to slowly dance. He was thoughtful enough to keep his steps light and be extra careful with you.

Deciding it was too much of a distraction for you a long time ago, Steve had decided to forego music in the house - it let your mind switch off and he wanted your brain alert… in the present. Solely on him and every move he made. So, he graced you with his singing voice instead, whispering the lyrics to ‘Restless Heart’ in your ear.

Steve felt the shaking of your chest before your uncontrollable sobs cut through his singing. He’d be offended had he no clue how scared his Bambi was.

“What’s wrong, Bambi? Huh? Don’t you like it here with me?”

“I w-want to go h-home.” You stuttered.

Steve sighed and lifted your head up with his palms, kissing your forehead and leaning down to your watery eyeline to speak to you directly.

“Oh, baby…” his condescending tone gave away his faux concern for you, “you know I can’t let you do that.”

You began to heave, breaths coming in fast and heavy with panic - Steve almost felt a crack in his heart. Almost.

Truth be told, Steve knew you were it for him. Ever since he first saw you from the corner of his eye walking down the fruit and vegetable aisle, he’d been bewitched.

Youthful, tight skin, good looking.

You ticked all the boxes for him… and the rest of his client base.

He’d caught other women before - gorgeous, just the right amount of meat on their thighs to keep the buyers happy.

They were good. However, they didn’t compare to you.

Normally, Steve would be excited to find new prey. The cat and mouse play of picking out women to cut up and sell. But, you were different. Steve wanted you all for himself.

See, you weren’t just a pretty face, you were witty, funny, intelligent - maybe not smart enough to see what was coming, but he didn’t hold that against you, he was just too conniving after all.

And those goddamn dates he took you on, paving the path for his plan to come to fruition, when he found himself enjoying your company. Steve wanted to spend all of his time with you, willingly.

That was when he decided he didn’t want to go along with his usual plans. Instead, he wanted to date you. See where this relationship could go.

So, he took you to his house tucked away in a secluded area - the excuse of wanting a weekend without the modern world bothering you in disguise of your questioning to the lack of signal or Wi-Fi.

Honestly, he didn’t initially plan to drug you. The opportunity just… sprung onto him. Too tempting to not listen to his base instincts and ignore the spiked wine hidden in the alcohol cabinet.

A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t be doing that, he vividly remembered it. The urge to get a kick out of his charades with someone as good as you overpowered it, though.

Steve wasn’t proud of himself afterwards, but how could he be blamed? He’d worked out a successful routine before he stumbled on you. Wooing girls fitting his mental meat quality checklist and eventually luring them into his second home. It was only natural to follow his instincts, what he’d made of himself.

You especially weren’t happy when you found yourself on his home operating table, opening your eyes to realise your boyfriend was taking your ass.

Weirdly, he didn’t find guilt in the thrill he took from that - that seemed to sicken you the most. He remembered how you lunged for him, screaming about the insanity of his pleasures when you woke up after the surgery to find him sitting in your caged prison. Cutting into your delicate skin to watch the stream of blood flow down your rump to then hearing him laughing to himself as he showed you the flesh stolen away from your body had your head spinning - dangling it from his fingers in front of your face.

It wasn’t too long after that you passed out from overexertion. If only you knew the way he used you to take care of himself after that.

It may have been confusing to understand, but Steve genuinely thought the world of you. Those few months of dating spent together changed his mind on whether he’d find a companion ever again.

Finding love alongside Steve’s hobby had been difficult to put it lightly. His first wife knew of his side activities coinciding with his doctoral career. That was why he settled being with her, someone who was accepting of who he was. But, although she may have put up with what he was doing, she didn’t initiate that spark within Steve - that buried, deep seated fire that begged to be set free. Steve wanted to be seen, to be loved in his entirety.

There was no shame in that.

That was what led to the downfall of his marriage, Steve was no longer interested in the farce of keeping up appearances with a woman who didn’t truly understand him. Which is why she had to go. Just divorcing wasn’t an option, she knew too much.

Then came along you. His pretty doe, who captured his heart from a glance.

As your hysteria whittled on, Steve hugged you tight to his chest.

He’d kept you here for a month in total now. Four glorious weeks of spending time with you alone, bonding together. Your feistiness only made his cock grow in his slacks whenever you put up a fight.

His little doe didn’t put out easy - just how he liked it.

As your tears continued to soak his dress shirt further, he shushed your cries, keeping you close and he swayed side to side in comfort.

The beeping of the oven hob, interrupted Steve’s attempt at soothing you. The meat was cooked and it was time to plate up the dinner he’d made for the two of you.

Bringing you away from his chest, Steve smoothed your hair behind your ears, wiping his thumbs under your swollen eyes to get rid of your tears. Holding your arm, he again directed you back towards the table to sit down, clamped your hands back into the cuffs attached before walking towards the kitchen.

Peaking over, Steve noticed you had calmed down and collected yourself by the time he was adding the peppermint sauce over the mashed potatoes and meat.

He had high hopes on your opinion of his cooking, what you thought mattered to him, believe it or not. It was his real passion beside becoming a plastic surgeon, and he wanted you of all people to like it.

Gracefully, Steve walked on over with his finished plates and set one on each placemat. Your head was bowed, eyes set on the meal set in front of you.

“What is it?”

Your mousy voice spoke up and had Steve looking down at you, lifting your chin up with two fingers so he could see your face.

“Your favourite, sweetheart. Steak and mashed potato.”

A shudder racked through your body as Steve smirked, dropping your face and grabbing the large napkin to fan out over your thighs. He smoothed the material over your legs and traced the tips of his fingers along your bare skin. The sight of you inching away didn’t sit well with Steve, pinching you to hear that familiar yelp he loved so much.

He began to get settled in his seat, combing his styled hair back with his fingers before beginning to cut up the meat on his plate.

“You remember our dinner date don't you, baby? You ordered the exact same thing when the waiter asked. Poor boy couldn’t keep his eyes to himself when I made you speak as I fucked you with my fingers.”

Steve knows you didn’t want him to hear the gasp that couldn’t be kept in. Adorable. You were still so shy around him.

But he didn’t appreciate how long your silence lingered, looking up to see you still staring down at your food, untouched.

The knife clashing down on the plate made you jump in your seat. You didn’t want to eat, no bother. Steve would help you.

Stabbing a cut of meat with his fork, Steve carefully leaned over the table to hold the steak up to your mouth for you to take a bite.

“Open up, my little doe.”

Steve saw your mouth opening up, happy to see you were cooperating with his request. You were finally making progress. Only for you to suddenly move your head to the side as he got close and bite down onto his hand, hard.

The fury built up in Steve as he snatched his hand away, fork scattering onto the table as he released it. In instant retaliation, Steve backhanded you across the face, sending your head whipping over to the side as blood spurted out your mouth.

“Bad girl.”

Blood from the force of his hit trickled down the corner of your mouth. You hadn’t moved from your spot for a second before Steve grabbed the front of your neck, bringing you closer over the table and ignoring your squeak of pain.

“Now, eat what I so graciously cooked you before I fucking force it down your throat.” His spit from the anger of his voice shot out onto your face. Steve shoved you back before slumping into his own seat once again.

His hot and cold nature always had you on edge, but you were used to it by now. Is that what he really deserved after being so thoughtful to you?

Steve observed you closely. Watching your every move should you try something like that again. Only would you get away with something like that once.

You picked up the fork dropped, meat still intact on the silverware and inspected it thoroughly. He knew you were looking for hints of poison or something that indicated he’d drugged you. He threatened it enough times for you to be wary.

He wasn’t sure what you would have preferred once you found out.

Opening your mouth, you placed the meat tenderly onto your tongue and closed to begin eating.

Steve waited until you had swallowed. Intently watching you chew before you were finished with your bite. He gave it a second before sitting back up, taking the fork from you and stabbing another piece, ready to start his meal.

Not before letting you in on his secret ingredient. “I always said you tasted good, didn’t I, Bambi?”

Cold dread visibly washed over your face as you went deadly quiet. Your hands began to abnormally shake. Steve just sat there and watched as your body went into emotional turmoil.

There wasn’t much you could have done, chained to the table, hyperventilating. It wasn’t even as if you could have stuck your fingers down your throat to throw it back up, fingers too far out of reach to even try. It didn’t stop you from dry heaving over the side of the table, retching loudly.

Eventually, the panic your body sent you in, along with your howling cries from despair allowed you to get worked up enough to throw up. Regurgitated meat mixed with bile landing on the carpet as Steve carried on eating - unfazed.

It took you a while for your body to finally relax, for your mind to comprehend what Steve just made you do. Sweat dripped down your face as you forced your body back upright, too weak to fully keep your eyes open as you hoarsely spoke.

“Why are you doing this?”

You looked defeated, body slumped with dark circles under your eyes, shivering like Steve hadn’t cranked the heating up.

Steve wiped his mouth. He understood you were an acquired taste, not for the lightheaded - you’d get used to it eventually though. He thought you were delicious, cleaning up his plate entirely.

He looked directly into your eyes after he finished eating, voice devoid of emotion. “Isn’t it obvious? I love you.”

Your reply is instant “No, you don’t.”

Darkness blackered his pupils. Body still and uptight as he went still. Steve pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms onto the table, never stopping staring as you squirmed in your seat.

“Don’t you ever question my love for you again. Do you hear me?”

You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.

Steve couldn’t understand how you didn’t know how much he cared for you. You were here, eating in his dining room. He’d sacrificed customer sales by keeping you to himself. He loved you. You’d understand one day though. He’d make sure of it.

“Give it time, Bambi. I know you’ll learn to love me back.”

“And if I don’t?” There was one last inch of life in your eyes, a thin thread of hope holding on for dear life. Steve could see it clear as day, the embers in your irises dying out with each moment he took to answer.

He knew he had you then, the gut punch of his response blowing out the flame once and for all.

“Funny… you think you have a choice.”

[megangovier]

Birthday Surprise

Stripper!Joel x Shy! femReader

Summary: You're 24 years old today, your friends hired a male stripper.

Warning: 18+ only // smut // shyness // seductive moves // spicy🌶️// mdni // slightly gets unprofessional.

Song: Do It For Me - Rosenfeld

To you being 24 wasn't a big deal, you wanted to just celebrate with a book in hand and drink of red in the other. All cozied up in blankets watching your favourite childhood films. But your girlfriend's had a different idea, they wanted to surprise you so they did by hiring a male dancer/stripper. You was known to be real shy around guys, especially the ones with attractive accents and are from Texas. The cowboys always made you feel something, and their voices dripped like glowing honey.

Today was your birthday, you just wanted to laze around all day doing what you wanted to do, but your girlfriend's decided to take you shopping and doll you up for tonight, you had no idea where you were going later but it was a surprise. So you showerd, put a sundress on with a cardigan and black boots. Heading towards the shopping mall where they said they'll be to meet you, you saw them waving at you by the billboard. Walking into the clothes shop, they started to grab a few outfits that would look stunning on you.

Checking yourself into the fitting rooms to try each clothing on, that was given by your girlfriends you smiled at the one with the flannel shirt, white top, black leather jeans and boots. Coming out behind the curtain, they wolf whistled and clapped "girll, you look amazing!" They would say, making cheeks flush with shyness. They adored you so much "I'm definitely wearing this, to wherever you're taking me tonight" the three women grinned at eachother.

21:00..

It's time to put on a brave face, still guessing where they're taking you. All four of you are in the car, listening to favourites from Spotify. It was only a few miles til you get there, hands clammy and nerves skyrocketing. In your mind you were still wondering where you were going but they shook their heads and said "wait honey, we're almost there" or "it's a surprise, organised by us three, your best friends since childhood". You hated surprises, the earliest memory was from childhood, it was your birthday and your dad had chased you around the garden with a snake, so you weren't a fan of surprises.

21:30..

You've finally arrived, looking glamourous in the outfit you had brought earlier that morning, hair is wavy like the ocean. Light makeup and lipgloss. Wearing a cowboy hat, playing the part for the surprise. All four headed inside, the disco lights were on, songs in the background and a chair in the middle of the stage. Confused, thinking to yourself "why is there a chair in the middle off the stage?" The three friends, grabbed the drinks from the bar and poured into their glasses.

The lights lowered and change of music played in the background, lights on stage appeared and so did a Texan man wearing blue jeans, cowboy hat and a grin on his face. Heat had ran up your neck and cheeks tomato red, eyes looking at the ceiling or past the door opposite you, if you could just sneak away into the toilets and out the window, you felt so far away from home, it felt like a tight shell was going to crack around you.

A poke was felt on your shoulder, looking away and onto the friend next to you "he's asking for you" eyes on the man, he had a warm smile on his face, walking up the steps your hands in his, he sat you down. His feet parted yours from eachother and grabbed your hair back in a fistful and ran his warm tounge up your neck, tasting the sweet vanilla scent of your fragrance. One of your songs came on, do it for me by rosenfeld.

"Show me how Show me how you like it done You're all mine I'll make you feel like you're the one"

Joel had lifted you off the chair, your legs wrapped around his waist. Laying you on the floor gently, with his hand behind your head keeping it safe, he had crawled ontop of you with his legs under yours flipping you over onto your stomach, a shocked Pikachu face fell onto your friends faces.

"Take off your clothes Give me your trust Look me in the eyes and confess your lust Get on your knees Beg me to stop"

Joel had grabbed your hips from behind and started to grind against you, his lips against your ear "you're doing so well, i hope you're enjoying this sweetheart, happy surprise birthday". Giggles erupted from the three women, heart pounded out your chest.

"I promise I'll love you if you do it So do it for me"

Joel flipped you on your back and forced your legs opened with his thigh between them, looking at your blushed face and dazed eyes he kissed up your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair. The sweet smell was making him needy, but had to stay professional for the birthday girl right. But it doesn't mean you both couldn't have fun. Lifting you back up, sitting down with you on his lap your hands on his shoulders, with you slowly grinding on his growing erection.

"Give me your hand I'll show you things you've never done Hold my head I'll make you feel like never before"

Joel's the one now, who had his hair pulled back and a warm tongue ran up his neck, moans left his throat. He was enjoying this as much as you was, something started to drip down your leg, a wet spot formed onto his jeans.

Take off your clothes Give me your trust Look me in the eyes and confess your lust Get on your knees Beg me to stop

I promise I'll love you if you do it So do it for me

Say my name All I wanna do is hear you scream in pain Say my name

I promise I'll love you if you do it So do it for me (So do it for me) (So do it for me)

@sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts @strang3lov3 @rositaa01xxr

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

papyrus and delta are (adopted) twins and are attempting a twin switch! who notices?

I took the Undertale characters for this one! As a reminder for the newcomers, Delta is Disbelief Papyrus.

Undertale Sans - He knows immediately but plays along. He knows his brother(s) too well, and Delta always looks a little sadder than his Papyrus. But both of them are having fun right now so he won't ruin the fun. He pretends to be shocked when Papyrus "appears" at two places at once. How could that even happen O:

Undertale Toriel - She can tell something is not normal because Papyrus acts weird and is very insistent, but she doesn't notice the switch. Instead, she insists on checking on him to make sure he's not sick because you don't joke with these things. They wanted to have fun, they won a doctor's appointment instead... That happened.

Undertale Asgore - He doesn't know Papyrus enough to make the difference. Sure, he found that odd that Papyrus was in the kitchen when he saw him two seconds earlier in the living room, but he knows Sans better and Sans always does the weirdest thing so maybe all skeletons can? He's not judging.

Undertale Undyne - She almost falls for it, but eventually, she notices something is weird with Papyrus and suddenly gasps when she realizes it's not the good Papyrus. Now, that means she gets revenge twice as hard! Both Papyrus are now running for their life as Undyne is determined to kick both their asses.

Undertale Alphys - She notices immediately and ruins their little prank. Alphys had to make sure Delta was fine after he arrived, and she knows his bone structure by heart, and it's slightly different from Papyrus' one. That's quite awkward when she says that out loud in front of them, Undyne and Sans. She says nevermind and leaves the room to hide in the toilets.

Undertale Frisk - That's easy. Frisk flirts with them. Delta rolls his eyes, Papyrus plays along. Busted in ten seconds. Both Papyrus are impressed, but the kid won one battle, not the war. They will try again, and again until they succeed to prank them.

Undertale Chara - They're uncomfortable and wondering why Papyrus won't leave them alone when it's clear they don't want to hang out right now. They try to chase them away gently, but when a second Papyrus comes in the room saying he's bored, Chara is speechless. Uh???? What? They ask for explanations, but before they can, both Papyrus are gone. Did they imagine all of this? What was in their tea? Oh god, they didn't drink golden flower tea and poisoned themselves again, right?

Undertale Mettatton - He knows. Immediately. Delta thinks it's weird that Mettaton knows them so much when they're clearly not hanging out together that much. That's when he turned around and found a bright red Papyrus avoiding his stare at all costs. Oh. Welp. It seems Alphys is not the only bone structure connoisseur after all.

Undertale Gaster - He completely falls for it to the point Papyrus wonders if he should be offended by that or not lol. I mean, it's his father??? Uh. Maybe he should try this with two Sans to see if it's just him. That's awkward.

Undertale Grillby - He's going crazy. He just served Papyrus a milkshake. He went into the kitchen but when he went back, he found Papyrus... waiting for his milkshake? Maybe he just forgot, so he serves him another milkshake. But then he came back from the kitchen and he found Papyrus waiting for his milkshake again. When he finally understands what's wrong after like ten milkshakes, he's so disappointed with Papyrus lol. He's used to this with Sans, but him? He feels so betrayed.

Undertale Muffet - They tried to play the same trick they did at Grillby's in her bakery. Muffet notices and charges the donuts twice their prices as revenge. Ah... They tried...

Undertale Burgerpants - The two Papyrus are appearing and disappearing in random places while he's working. After an hour, Burgerpants has a mental breakdown and starts to break everything in the studio, just screaming in anger. Why can't he have one normal day of work in his life? Why everyone hates him?! Mettaton finds him later curling up in a cupboard, crying, hugging a broom.

Undertale Flowey - It's not that hard? They're clearly two different people and he knows that because he's their bestie. You can't fool him, even with a swap of clothes! He's too clever! ... Too bad they actually didn't swap their clothes. Flowey refuses to believe them and locks them both in his roots until they tell him they are the right Papyruses. But really, he got it wrong. Flowey is still so mad about it.

Undertale Gerson - Man, he's too old for this. He can't see that good already, why would you do this to him? He locks the door of his shop and forces them to mop the floor while he's lecturing them about pranking old people.

[flyingwargle]

tw: day after a panic attack, discussions of anxiety

suna awakens to the sound of his front door opening.

through the haze of his sleep-leaden mind, he registers how heavy his body is, swollen eyes struggling to blink through the darkness. he hears keys jangle, footsteps reverberating throughout the apartment until knocks sound on his bedroom door, along with a soft call. “rin?”

he tries to respond, but his throat is dry, so all that comes out is a faint cough. the door opens, a figure washed in shadows stepping inside, approaching to kneel beside his bed. suna rolls his head to face them, can see the concern in their gaze, the deep frown softening into a tiny smile. “hi, love,” osamu whispers. “i heard from komori that you were havin’ a rough time. didja eat?”

suna shakes his head. osamu reaches forward to brush hair out of his eyes, gentle touches that send shivers down his spine. “all right. lemme make ya some food. keep restin’, ya hear?” he doesn’t have the energy to speak, simply closes his eyes, feels osamu kiss his forehead before slipping out. the kitchen fan turns on a moment later.

after what happened yesterday, he isn’t in any condition to practice, so he stays in bed, chasing after the last tendrils of sleep, opening his eyes when he fails. a bone-deep exhaustion makes it difficult for him to sit up, let alone reach for his phone, somewhere on the nightstand, so he resigns himself with a sigh. it isn’t long before knocks echo on his door again, and osamu enters with a bowl balanced on a tray, along with a cup of water. “i made ya some rice porridge. lemme help ya sit up.”

slowly, he moves upright, leaning heavily against his pillows. osamu feeds him a spoonful of porridge at a time, quiet except for the steady rainfall that taps a rhythm on the window. “d’ya wanna talk ‘bout it?”

“not really.”

“but will ya, with someone?”

his nostrils flare. it’s good timing that his monthly therapy session is around the corner. “yeah.”

osamu feeds him the last spoonful of porridge, then moves the bowl aside. he kneels beside him again, hand in his, kisses his palm with reverence saved for a god. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t here fer ya when ya needed me.”

“you have a restaurant to run. it’s my fault. i should’ve been more careful.” he’s always been mindful of his own anxiety, has followed every plan and strategy that he and his therapist came up with to mitigate panic attacks, to the point that he hadn’t had an attack since joining ejp. but things always fall through the cracks, often in unpredictable ways, and he’s the only one left to suffer.

“it’s never yer fault, rin. don’t say that.” osamu lifts his head at him, expression fierce. “i shoulda recognized the signs earlier, shoulda paid more attention, and i’m sorry fer that. i know this won’t make up fer it, but lemme take care of ya today.”

“are you sure?” suna whispers. “what about your restaurant?”

“they can survive without me fer a day or two, but i can’t survive without ya.” osamu looks at him more critically now, frown deepening. “yer still in your practice clothes.”

“oh. yeah.” seeing that he collapsed in bed immediately after coming home last night, changing or showering were the last things on his mind.

“d’ya wanna bath? i’ll help ya wash yer hair. when was the last time ya washed it?”

“don’t ask.”

osamu helps him out of bed. with slow steps, they enter the bathroom, suna sitting on the toilet while osamu fusses with the water temperature, waiting until it’s warm enough. then, he tells him to undress and get in the tub, pulling hair products from the cabinet.

a hot bath and freshly washed hair later, they settle on the couch, weighted blanket thrown over suna’s shoulders, face pressed against osamu’s chest. in high school, when his anxiety was undiagnosed, osamu was the only one who knew how to help him through it, the others lingering on the sidelines. it worsened in his third year, pressured by family to go to university and get a job, pressured to perform well and gain attention from scouts, pressured to maintain his grades to keep his options open. through it all, osamu stayed, hand stroking his back, fingers running through his hair, whispering in his ear that everything will be okay.

suna doesn’t deserve him, this man who drove three hours at the crack of dawn to arrive at his doorstep to make him food and wash his hair. what has he given him in return? a burden that he’ll carry for the rest of his life, no matter how hard he tries to mitigate it.

“rin? what’s wrong?” osamu’s panicked voice snaps him from his thoughts. “yer cryin’.” oh, he is, swollen eyes leaking with tears again. suna makes a frustrated noise at the back of his throat. he cried enough last night. why won’t the tears stop?

“love, talk ta me. what’s wrong?”

suna hides his face from him. “i made you drive all the way here to deal with me. i’m sorry.”

“rin, ya didn’t ‘make me.’ i chose ta do this. an’ i ain’t ‘dealin’ with ya’ either. ya just had a panic attack in the last twenty-four hours. d’ya think i’d let ya handle the fallout alone? i’d never forgive myself.” osamu wraps his arms around him, pulls him closer to him. “if it weren’t for komori, ya would be by yerself, an’ i wouldn’t have known. that scares me, that ya’d be sufferin’, an’ i’d be none the wiser.”

“this isn’t–“

“no, don’t say that. i chose this. you’ll never let me go.” he lowers his head against his, voice soft in his ear. “so don’t be scared ta tell me when somethin’ is wrong, okay?”

suna crumbles, sobbing into his shirt, eyes and nose streaming. osamu holds him tight, strokes his back, murmurs that everything will be okay. he was there for him in high school and after, even when distance keeps them apart. he’ll always be here, and suna will never thank him enough.

[headchamberlain]

Unreturned love

(tw for making yourself vomit and kiinda a mental breakdown i dunno :3 also repeating text. this is related to an rp with @onyx-laurier )

Ivan woke up in a cold sweat.

His heart was pounding quickly. He could hear a ringing in his ears. It was a dream, but the words he heard were far from lies.

He hated that dream.

Having his deepest thoughts against him. That was no dream, that was surely a nightmare. It started off so well, with that beautiful bracelet made for him... but of course it was fake. Of course HE would never act like that. That was merely what Ivan wanted him to do. To treat him as if he were special.

How selfish.

Just thinking about it made him nauseous. His stomach was still churning. He wanted to go back to sleep but he wasn't sure if he could with this horrid feeling in his throat and stomach.

So, with the remaining energy he had, he stood up while ignoring his dizziness. He ignored the swaying of his body, too, despite the fact he could easily fall and hit his head on the hard floor. Taking messy steps forward to the bathroom, he turned on the light and jumped at the sight in the mirror.

Just him. At least, he thought it was himself.

His hair was horribly disheveled and his bandages were looser than usual. He must have been tossing and turning tons in his sleep. He looked tired, too. He looked so much better when he was healing. Of course everything had to go downhill when Fyodor-

He shook his head. No time to focus on appearances right now. Looking into the mirror for too long always made him uneasy. Sometimes the mirror wouldn't exactly match his movements, as if they were delayed. Other times... it felt like his reflection was staring back at him. Other times that reflection wasn't his.

Ivan shuddered and smiled wider in distress. How he hated the bathroom. He swallowed heavily and looked at the toilet. He had to get rid of this nauseating feeling somehow. Luckily he already knew how to do so.

He opened his mouth hesitantly and kneeled near the toilet. He was aware he had to wash his hands before attempting this, but he couldn't care less currently. He shoved a finger in his mouth, pressing the spot behind his tongue. It didn't work the first time, but the second-

He vomited, holding onto the toilet seat with his hands. More pressure on his stomach would cause pain. He threw up despite the horrid feeling of doing so, and he wiped his mouth afterward, the dizziness from earlier only getting worse.

Well, he felt tired now. He could go to bed.

He washed his hands sloppily, a deranged and tired smile on his face as he walked back to bed and let himself flop onto it. His heart was still beating but his mind was blank again.

He closed his eyes.

Must he always chase after people that don't love him?

He closed his eyes tighter.

Maybe he just didn't deserve love. That must be it.

He turned to his side.

Why would someone love scum like him?

He turned to his other side.

He would be alone forever. He would be buried and no one would come to his funeral. Everyone would grow tired of him eventually.

He stifled a giggle.

Everybody is just pretending to love him out of pity. Only because if he were left alone, he would have no job, no one to go to, no one to live for. He was just a servant. He would have no use if left alone.

Ivan chuckled to himself.

He wanted his master. He wanted everything to go back to how it was. He wanted a use. He needed someone to give him a use. He needed orders. He needed a distraction. He needed it to stop. He needed the negative emotions to stop.

He burst out into laughter.

He couldn't cry. Although it happened sometimes, he couldn't. The only times he did cry were because of severe pain, not because of emotion. In times of distress and sorrow, he could only laugh in ecstasy and bliss.

He clutched at himself, laughing and laughing. His cheeks were beginning to hurt because of smiling but truly, he didn't care. His nails dug into his sides as he lay in a fetal position, laughing hysterically like he had gone mad. Perhaps he already had, he wouldn't doubt it. He wasn't the same ever since the surgery. He was never normal. No wonder people hated him.

He felt the need to vomit again.

[qu0kkarambles]

Day 12 - Bae Jacob

Authors note- day 12! This is very soft and fluffy but still smut (kinda). Hope you enjoy!

Warnings- smut (minors dni), aftercare, sub drop, non-verbal sub, mentions of intense scenes, overstimulation, mentions of edging

‘Fuck, so close fu-‘

Your moans filled the room, your boyfriend deep inside you as you reached your high. He continued to thrust deep into you, pushing you into overstimulation as he chased his own release.

‘That’s it slut, just like that fuck’

His words filled your head, your mind becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as he spoke. Your legs were shaking, your body feeling almost numb from the hours of edging and teasing, only to now be thrust into overstimulation. It was too much for you to handle, a small tear falling down your cheek.

As he reached his high, his hips stilled, and you could feel his release filling you up. As his weight fell on top of you, you couldn’t speak. Your brain was fuzzy, words failing before they made it to your mouth.

It had been an intense scene, carefully planned for days in advance, and one you had thoroughly enjoyed. But now, you felt everything all at once, the overwhelming feeling of everything almost crushing you.

He pulled his weight from you, reaching to the bedside drawers for a tissue, cleaning himself off quickly.

Quickly, but not quick enough. The moments without his contact felt like hours, and soon you were sobbing, tears free falling down your face as you tried to fold your body in on itself. As soon as he heard your cries, he rushed to your side, his fingers threading through your hair as he whispered praises in your ear.

‘Princess, hey? You did so good. So good for me baby, come here’ his voice was soft, quiet in your ear as he pulled you closer to him, his arms wrapping firmly around your body. You couldn’t move, your limbs heavy, but even if you tried his arms would hold you in place.

Your breathing gradually evened out, his words penetrating your mind as your eyes dried slightly, your tears finally stopping. Your skin was prickled with goosebumps, areas of your skin sticky with various substances from the earlier scene, quickly drying down.

You whines as Jacob lightly pulled away from you, his eyes smiling fondly down at you as he snuggled back into you, his phone now in his hand. He sent a quick message to a groupchat, putting the phone down soon after to continue to dote on you. Now that your tears had subdued, he offered you a drink from the water bottle he kept by the bed, small sips refreshing you as he held the bottle steady for you.

As he was about to offer you a small snack, a small knock sounded at the door, followed by a small ‘hyung, it’s ready.’

You could barely hear the voice, too out of it to try and recognise who it belonged to. Before you could think too long on who it could be, Jacob was scooping you into his arms, his grip firm on you as he carried you bridal style from the room. It was barely a few steps from the door to the bathroom, but once in the smaller room, he gently placed you to sit on the toilet, his hands gently trailing the sides of your thighs.

‘You ready to get in baby?’ He asked, his tone soft as he nodded toward the bathtub. The tub was full, steam flowing over the top as bubbles overflowed. With a small nod, you reached for him again, his strong arms helping lift you into the warm soapy water. He moved to sit beside the bath, but your pout changed his mind and instead he slipped in behind you, your back resting on his chest.

His arms lay gently on your stomach, softly washing away anything left there, the soft lather almost hypnotic as you watched the bubbles form and disappear. He tried coaxing conversation from you, but you both knew it wouldn’t work. You were always non-verbal after intense scenes, and as long as you were still fuzzy, your words wouldn’t come back to you.

After a long soak in the bath, and with freshly washed hair, he wrapped you both in a warm towel, hurrying you back to the warmth of his bed. You didn’t know who was responsible, but the bed sheets had been changed, fresh ones ready for you to snuggle into. Across the room, a small tray of crisps, biscuits and chocolates, as well as a few more water bottles awaited you. You made a mental note to thank whoever was responsible, as soon as you were in a better headspace.

Snuggling under the covers, you pulled Jacob closer to you, cuddling into his scent as he pulled the blankets over you, an old Disney film beginning in the background. It wasn’t long before you were asleep, your head still fuzzy from the days events, but content and safe knowing Jacob was beside you.

[holylulusworld]

Ugly little thing

Summary: Misunderstandings and a spider.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum

Warnings: angst, a spider, fluff, misunderstandings, shy reader  

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

One of the few things that come along with the life of a hunter is that you can’t avoid meeting other hunters.

It’s not that you do not appreciate a helping hand during a hunt or sharing knowledge. No. You tend to be shy around people and prefer to stay alone.

Once upon a time, you trusted the wrong hunter and that almost got you killed. They left you when one of the monsters was chasing you.

"Y/N, hey," Sam, one of the hunters you met a few weeks ago walks toward you, a drink in his hands. "What do you think? Jody and Donna are nice. Right?"

He looks down at you with soft eyes. Sam is nice. Like really nice. And smart. Sam Winchester is one of the most intelligent people you have ever met.

"They are nice," you say. You can't tell Sam that you had hoped to get comfortable in your new home before the brothers invited more people.

Why are you complaining about strangers at a place that isn't yours? You are a stranger in their home too.

Dean and Sam offered you a place to stay after you saved Sam's life when you met during a hunt. It was pure instinct. You pushed the tall hunter out of the way when a werewolf tried to get its pound of flesh from Sam.

That's how you ended up here, surrounded by the Winchesters and their friends.

“Why don’t you talk to Jody and Dean? I bet you have a lot of stories to tell,” Sam nudges you. “Go ahead. I’ll be right there too.”

"Hmm," you reluctantly agree. What else can you do when Sam is nothing but kind to you? “I guess I got some stories to tell.”

Sam watches you walk toward Jody and his brother, sighing deeply. He knows you feel uncomfortable around too many people.

“It was a werepire,” Dean chuckles about his monster mashup. Jody shakes her head. “I swear. I think it was a ghoulpire." He hums. “I don’t know. We didn’t get a chance to look at the beast. The car exploded. Boom.”

Dean makes an exploding noise.

“Dean,” Jody tuts. “It doesn’t matter what it was. You killed it.”

“No, no…” He shakes his head. “To be fair, the car killed it.” Dean grins proudly. “It had a little help from my gun, though.”

“What about your last hunt?” Donna asks Jody. “I heard you found a chupacabra.”

“No, it was a werewolf,” Jody laughs. “I never saw a chupacabra.”

Dean chuckles. He takes a large sip from his drink as he watches you step toward the small group. “Whoa, Jody! That’s an ugly little thing!”

You freeze as Dean seems to look your way. “Ugly what?” Jody asks as Dean points in your direction.

“An ugly little thing,” he exclaims loudly.

While he steps closer to Jody, you run out of the library and toward the room the brothers offered to you to get your belongings.

"Don't move," Dean carefully moves his hand toward Jody’s shoulder to pick up the spider. “What a huge beast.”

“Aw, it’s a cute one. How dare you call the spider an ugly little thing,” Donna holds out her hand. “Give it to me. I’ll bring it outside. It will only die inside the bunker.”

“What’s the deal?” Sam finally joins the group. He looks at the spider in Donna’s hand. "Uh, a pet?”

“Jody brought it into the bunker,” Dean shrugs. “So, what did you want to talk about earlier, Sammy?”

“We should help Y/N get more comfortable around people,” Sam says. He looks around the room, wondering where you are. “Where is Y/N? She wanted to join you.”

“I saw her before I had to save Jody from the spider,” Dean points at the arachnid in Donna’s hand. “I grabbed the spider, and she was gone. Maybe she had a toilet emergency? She drank a lot of water today.”

“DEAN!” Sam tuts. “You do not talk about…you know…in front of ladies.”

“Damn. It's been a long time since someone called me a lady,” Donna giggles. I'm going to take the spider out now. Maybe I will find Y/N on my way…”

“How can we lose Y/N in the bunker?” Dean throws his hands up. “She was right there, and then she was gone.”

“Her duffle bags are missing too,” Jody says as she walks back into the library.

“Just like her car,” Donna adds. “And she won’t answer her phone. I don’t know what happened. But it looks like she left.”

“She left?” Sam furrows his brows. “Why would she leave? Moments ago, we talked and she seemed fine.”

“Fuck, we got to find her, Sammy. It's the middle of the night, and her car isn’t the most reliable one. It’s a wreck, and the breaks fail," Dean worriedly says.

“I’ll trace her phone.”

Not two hours later Dean gets out of the Impala, cursing under his breath as you looked for shelter in the abandoned building you called home months ago.

“Sammy, check on her car. I want you to call her again. This way I can find her easier,” Dean says as he walks toward the front door of the rotten building.

“Be careful. We don’t know if she left on free terms.”

“Sonofabitch! We throw a welcome party and Y/N gets kidnapped. Great…just great,” Dean mutters under his breath. He gets his gun out, ready to shoot whoever or whatever attacks you.

“Dean. We don’t know if she was kidnapped.”

Sam sighs deeply.

“You think she left?” Dean stops walking to look over his shoulder. “Why? She was offered a room and everything else. I shared my pie with Y/N.”

“Not everyone likes pie,” Sam retorts. “We should get going. If she got hurt…”

In an effort to get to the front door, Dean sprints. He kicks it open and starts yelling your name. “Y/N, sweetheart? Are you hurt? Is a monster holding you hostage?”

He walks further into the room, calling your name again.

“What do you want here?”

You wrap the old blanket tight around you.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of us. What are you doing here?”

“I think that an ugly little thing doesn’t belong in the bunker,” you sniffle. “I made it easier for you and your friends and just left.”

“Ugly little … fuck, Y/N,” he secures his gun. “I was talking about a spider on Jody’s shoulder. All of us tried to find you tonight. Jody, Donna, Castiel, Sammy. We had been worried about you.”

“It's a spider?" you ask as you raise your head to look at Dean. “I don’t understand. You called me an ugly little thing.”

“Sweetheart,” he crouches down and touches your knee. “I swear, there was a huge spider on Jody’s shoulder. Donna took a few pictures. I would never call you an ugly little thing.”

You watch Dean sit next to you. He wraps his arm around your shoulders to warm you up.

“You said…and then…” you cry now.

“We should go home," Dean murmurs. “Come back with us. Sammy is waiting outside. I promise to show you the pictures of the spider.”

“I don’t like spiders,” you whine. “Please don’t show it to me.”

He grins now. "Then I promise to keep the bunker free of spiders..."

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[bullet-prooflove]

Help Wanted - Bottles x Reader

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When your dad gets sick you pull away from him. Bottles isn’t sure if it’s a self defence mechanism, if you need the brain space or what. All he knows is that you aren’t around, and that you stop picking up his calls. When he goes past your house, it’s dark and locked up. It goes on for a few weeks. The two of you have only been together a few months but the idea of you in pain wounds him, your absence in his life cuts deep.

When he does catch up with you it’s at the supermarket of all places. It’s ridiculous how something as normal as buying toilet roll can turn into a twist of fate. He isn’t looking where he’s going when he comes around the corner of an aisle, and he bumps into you literally. He knows it’s you before he even registers your face, the recognition is instinctive at this point, he’s attuned to your presence. He catches the scent of your perfume, sensual and soft with a hint of mandarin.

You look tired, your hair is pulled back into messy bun and looks like it hasn’t been washed for days. Your face is gaunt and there’s dark shadows underneath your eyes. You are far from the vibrant girl he knows and loves, and it kills him.

“Talk to me.” He requests his hand coming to rest upon your arm, his thumb chasing over the hollow of your wrist. “As a friend, as a lover, I don’t care what.”

It’s at a table, in the outdoor seating area of the café next door, that the whole thing comes pouring out of you. Your dad’s been sick for a while, longer than you realised and you don’t have time anything else in your life right now.

It had started with him calling you at odd hours to ask when Family Fortunes was on, something that he had never done before. Bottles remembers these phone calls vividly, because they always seemed to occur around a similar time on a Saturday. Your phone would ring and the two of you would look at the clock and he’d say “It’s your dad” without even looking at the call display.

At first you had thought he was just lonely, your job as an events manager kept you busy especially with the Santo Padre Summer Festival on the cards. Then one day you’d popped over and discovered he’d had a mini stroke. He’d lost movement in his left hand, he could barely hold the remote, his memory was shot to shit, and he was asking where your mother was despite the fact, she had passed away five years earlier. It was soul destroying.

You are one of the strongest people he knows, so when you start to cry it breaks something deep down inside of him. He shifts seats to the one alongside of you and wraps his arms around you because this shit is far too much for one person to bear. He holds you close as you sob into his chest, cradling you close.

He knows a thing or two about being exhausted and overwrought, how it feels like a weight bearing down on you. After his father died of an opioid overdose, his mother hadn’t been able to get out of bed for weeks. His relationship with both of his parents had been fraught, but he had spent that time taking care of her. He made sure she ate, that she had company and little by little he’d helped pull her out of the depression until she had started to function again. He knows that this shit isn’t easy. That between your job and caring for your father you’re wearing yourself down, he can see in your eyes how your struggling to cope.

“Let me help.” He asks you. “Please just let me help you.”

He must catch you in a moment of complete weakness because you agree.

The first time Bottles turns up at your father’s house, the old man thinks he’s one of the in-house nurses that he’s managed to run off. There’s been a couple of them so far and none of stuck around more than a few days. After spending a couple of hours with your father he can see why.

He’s a veteran, he used to be a Captain. People like that hate anyone to seeing them vulnerable, so they lash out. Bottles thinks that’s part of the reason he didn’t tell you about the mini stroke in the first place, he didn’t want to shift this burden onto your shoulders.

Albert or rather Bertie, is not kind with his words but Bottles has lived through worse. He’s entire life has been far from a walk in the park and he’s now a Prospect in the Mayans. Your father is a cake walk compared to that. He isn’t sure how it happened but the three of you slip into a routine. You’ve taken as many days as you can away from work, so Bottles steps in to cover the time you’re away. He cooks for Bertie, he helps bathe him, cleans him up and changes the sheets if he doesn’t make it to the bathroom in time, he does as much of the heavy lifting as he can until Bertie starts to get a little better.

When you come home, he shoots out and deals with club business. At night, he curls up around you in your single bed, holding your close and whispering tender words into your ear until you fall sleep, surrounded by Blink 182 posters and Evanescence playing on the C.D player because he’d forgotten that they’d even existed. He switches it up with a couple of Green Day C.Ds after he’s flicked through your collection.

“There’s no money you know.” Bertie tells him one day when the two of them are in the living room watching Family Fortunes. It takes Bottles a minute to understand what he’s saying. “She doesn’t get much if I die. That’s why you’re here isn’t it?”

“I’m not here for the money.” He informs Bertie as he raises to his feet and collects Bertie’s bowl from the tray set across his lap and places it inside his own. “I’m here for her, to make sure she takes care of herself.”

“I used to take care of her and now she takes care of me, how fucked up is that?” Bertie says in a rare moment of clarity. “I fucking hate it.”

Bottles can understand that. Parents are God in the eyes of children, and this is what happens when you realise that they’re just mere mortals like the rest of you. He knows how jarring this whole experience has been for you, and for Bertie. Confronting your own mortality changes you, he knows, he spent his entire childhood, thinking he was going to die every time he went under the knife because a child with a disability wasn’t good enough for his parents. He sets the bowls down on the floor beside his usual chair before sitting down again.

“I had forty-six surgeries by the time I was eighteen,” He confides to Bertie, pulling up his trouser leg and showing your father his scars embedded deep within the tissue of his leg. “Suffering isn’t new to me, you can’t imagine the shit I’ve gone through, and I can’t imagine the shit you are going through but I know what it’s like to feel like your life isn’t your own, to feel frustrated by your own capabilities.”

 “I don’t want this for her.” Bertie tells Bottles.  “I don’t want her putting her life on hold to take care of me and I don’t want to end up in one of those homes where they feed you gruel and leave you to die alone in a bedroom where the curtains are still drawn because nobody bothered to open them.”

“I hear you.” Bottles says. “It’s fucking depressing.”

“So, what are my options?” Bertie asks him. “I rely on my daughter and her… What even are you?”

Bottles shrugs his shoulders because truthfully the two of you have never really put a label on it.  All he knows is he’s committed to you; he has been since the moment he kissed you on your doorstep.

“The man who loves your daughter.”

“Boyfriend? Partner? The guy who hoses me down when I make a mess of myself?”

Bottles finds himself smiling before he shrugs his shoulders.

“All of the above.”

“I’m serious when I’m asking you what my options are.” Bertie informs him, his gaze straying back to the T.V. “I need to start figuring shit out before I start losing my marbles and the decision is taken away from me.”

“I could find out.” Bottles offers as he leans in close. It feels like the two of them are engaging in a conspiracy, because the both of them know that the idea of putting your father in a home is not something you agree with. “One of the guys in my club, his mom has memory issues. She started to fall down a lot. He managed to get her into this sweet place up by the community centre. She loves it there, she’s made a lot of friends, there’s all these clubs she goes too, they do some pretty cool shit. I could look into it for you?”

Bertie reaches across the space between the two of them, his strong hand grasping Bottles’.

“Could you?” Bertie requests before he tilts his head to the bedroom door where you’re sleeping. “I have a feeling we’re gonna have a fight on our hands.”

"I'll talk to her." Bottles promises the older man. "See if we can't all get on the same page."

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[man-moth-hook-hand]

Welcome to my Nightmare Ch. 4

They really chose to court (Y/N) Edward Cullen style. You're not making the best choices, bestie.

PS: Sorry for the long wait! I haven't felt really motivated, but I thought it would be better to wait and give quality over just putting it out to just get closer to finishing it.

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Chapter Four: Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me

A sound woke me up. A shrill, terrified, sound, like prey being devoured by a predator. It’s chasing me, isn’t it? Is it me? I’m in my bed, aren’t I, or at least, I’m supposed to be.

My body shuddered to life as I rose from my bed, which felt like an open coffin, a coffin of my own personal hell. The shrill, which I came to understand was the sound of a horse crying out in fear, lead me to the window. The curtains taunted me. They flapped in the wind like bird wings, tattered and filled with holes by moths. I had almost touched the ledge; a thought crossed my mind. Was the window open when I went to bed? No. It couldn’t be, it wasn’t open before I left, unless Lucy opened it to let in some fresh air. Yes, I remember now. She told me it gets stuffy up here, how silly of me. How paranoid of me. No one would have any reason to frighten me, right?

My fingers made contact with the wooded sill; I noticed something peculiar. A man. Holy shit it’s Michael Myers. No! No. No, no, I was being silly. I laughed to myself in the dark. Of course! It’s just a tree. Of course it was, right? Damn I must be really tired.

I continued to stare into the darkness outside my bedroom window. When I first got here, found the night to be comforting; however, after a couple incidents with those men, I felt like prey. I made me feel weak, it showed me my mortality. There’s a belief that humans are the ultimate apex predator, but that’s just wrong. We’re just like every other animal, surviving another day, waiting for our demise.

It moved.

I was caught in a trance; I couldn’t look away or move, I felt like I was being hypnotized. I continued to stare at what I thought was a man, it was a man after all, right? Not some horrible demon waiting for me to look away. I was afraid to look away, what if he was gone? Somehow that was more terrifying than something being there to begin with. He just stared at me, not moving. I looked around to see what had happened to the horses I heard earlier. They must have run off to a different part of the pasture.

I looked back at the man. I noted the reflection in his eyes. That would mean it’s at least a human, but I thought only animals that were nocturnal had those. Perhaps I was wrong. I looked out into the distance once more, another pair of reflective eyes. and another, and another.

I slammed my window shut, closed the curtains, and ran into the small bathroom connected to my bedroom. No windows thankfully. My breathing was getting heavier, I felt claustrophobic, heavy, frightened. I felt like a wild animal, like prey. I began to feel the tears and snot run from my orifices. I wiped myself off feeling disgust. Feeling the coolness of the floor, I made my way to the toilet and desperately hugged it as if it were going to comfort me. The bile rose from the depths of my stomach, the acid burning my throat, and eventually made its way past my teeth into the toilet where it belonged. I hated puking.

After expelling what little food I had left, I began to feel a little better. The tears continued to fall, but at least they fell silently. I reached for the toilet paper and began to wipe away the snot that had built in a short amount of time. I wiped my tears, praying I didn’t wake up with puffy eyes. I don’t know if I could handle it if Jennifer asked about what had happened to make me cry that hard.

The light of the moon illuminated the bathroom showing me the toilet, otherwise there would’ve been a horrible explanation for Lucy for the vomit on the floor. That woman didn’t need to worry so much. Sam had told me about how she was worried about him being left alone, especially since Michael had apparently gone off with some girl the first night when we came here, and every other night after that.

I stood up and shuffled myself to the sink. I turned on the faucet and let the cool water pool in my hand. I brought the water up to my mouth and rinsed out the nasty taste. I glanced at the toilet once more. A window that I didn’t notice was there before greeted me. It was dark when I came in.

I worked up the courage to open the door. Nothing. I wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. The window was closed, the curtains pulled, my bed ruined from me leaving it so quickly. It waited for me to come back. Come back into the safety of covering myself like when a child fears the dark.

/|\^._.^/|\

Morning came with a loud knock. “(Y/N). (Y/N)? Are you awake? don’t you have work this morning?” Lucy’s voice rang from the other side of the wooden door.

I proceeded to put on a plain shirt and jeans with a pair of tennis shoes. I put my hair back plainly with no makeup or jewelry. Today was not the day to look nice, just average. Especially since I had a shitty night’s sleep. plus, I didn’t want that guy recognizing me, or whoever else was stalking me.

Just then a thought, or perhaps a person, crossed my mind. Paul. Paul was around the white-haired guy. Panic started to rise in me. For the first time I felt true fear. Paul was the insider. He was the one who was helping them stalk me. Paul saw me with my friends, I had told him a little bit about myself, Paul knew where I worked, he knew Lucy. I was just a game. He must have also been the cause for the dark-haired guy on the beach, they must have followed me to Adam’s house, then home. Paul is helping them. They’re going to kill me.  

I thought perhaps I should call out from work, but I was afraid of sounding crazy. The sleep deprivation over the last couple of days wasn’t helping. Perhaps I wasn’t in the right state of mind to make serious decisions. I decided to go to work and think it over there.

Jennifer commented on how I looked that morning. I told her my worries, what happened in the field last night, and how maybe I should have just called in sick. I told her I needed the money and that it wasn’t a good look for a new employee to call in sick after only working for a couple of days.

“I think Michael would be willing to bring me back home before nightfall.” I explained to her.

“Who’s Michael?” She asked.

“Michael is one of the people I’m living with, He’s Lucy’s son. Lucy would be more than willing, but I’m not sure how late she works, and I most certainly don’t want to worry her. Plus, I don’t want to bother Adam since he’s also noticed some weird stuff going on.”

“What things?” She asked. I told her about the man at the beach, and later that night after watching a movie.

“I just don’t know what to do.” I said defeated. Work sadly didn’t end early for me, in fact we had to stay late because Brenda was running a little behind. It was night, I needed to find Michael. Sam said he had been going to the boardwalk every night and coming home late. God, I hoped today wasn’t the day he decided to stay home.

I searched through the screams of people to find him. What was once intoxication was now a death trap, it felt like instead of joy, they were screaming for their life. Why did everyone have to look the same? Why couldn’t I find Michael! In my daze, I accidentally bumped into someone. I began to apologize when I noticed who it was. The white hair and trench coat made me want to vomit.

“It’s alright,” the man said, “You need a ride home?” he asked.

How would he know? “No thank you, I’m alright.” I almost ran to find Michael at this point, maybe I should’ve just asked Adam, but who knows if he was already at home by now, I bother to memorize his number either.

I spotted my savior. “Michael,” I grabbed his shoulder, “Please take me home.” I begged.

“What?” He was confused at my request.

“Michael please, I really need to get home.” Tears began to form, I was truly scared for what was going to happen to me.

“Uh,” he looked back at a girl akwardly, “Well. . . “

“Michael please! Someone is stalking me, I don’t want to die.” A tear fell and the girl refused to look at me.

“Ya know, maybe you’re just tired. Sam said you were out pretty late last night- “

“Are you fucking kidding me? I have a genuine fear and you’re just leaving me here.?” I shouted. A few people began to stare. He just looked at her. Oh my god, he wanted to ditch me for some other chick.

“Hey Mikey!” A familiar voice that I recognized to belong to Paul, broke me out of my daze. “Hey (Y/N)! What’s up!”

I quickly wiped my snot and tears. If they found out I knew, maybe I wouldn’t have a chance to escape. “Nothing, this is Michael.”

“Yeah, we know Michael, we’ve been hanging since he got here. I didn’t know you two knew each other though.” he laughed.

“Yeah, small world.” I joked. He sensed the fear in my voice

“Oober small, man.” Something was off in Paul’s voice. “Well, you wanna come with us?”

“Oh, uh, maybe some other time I really got to get going. I think my ride is about to leave soon.” I hoped Lucy was still at the video store.

“Mom isn’t working tonight, didn’t she tell you?” Michael asked.

“What?” I panicked, I didn’t recall her saying anything but, maybe I was tired from this morning. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, I’ll take you home after I catch up with them. Is that ok?” He asked.

“Sure.” Maybe this was the end. Maybe I never had a chance to escape after all.

[titleknown]

I feel like what's most galling to a lot of us about the election is that, due to the monopoly inherent in the two-party system + first-past-the-post, there's basically no way for us to punish center-dems; and especially those in the higher party structure specifically, for their bullshit without fucking ourselves with a Republican hellscape.

It's basically "Fuck over your base, get a prize," with zero accountability because it's a hostage situation. The people who need so much they refuse to fight for, things like healthcare; housing; not letting us all fucking die to climate change; are pulled back by the fact that it's either them or the fascist death cult, and they never lose their fucking jobs over it when they fail us whether they win or lose the election.

And, even as someone fucking terrified of Project 2025, I can still get why someone would want to take the only route they know how to make these bastards face actual consequences for their actions and let them burn.

The trouble is, as I implied before, the idea that Dems will actually learn something when they lose has never fucking worked in the modern era.

They didn't learn shit with Gore, they didn't learn shit with Kerry, they certainly didn't learn shit with Hillary. Obama's actual wins could've taught them something, but they flushed those lessons right down the toilet as soon as Obama's first day in office!

Most of the haggard Skeksis who haven't had the decency to die that made those decisions are still setting the tempo of the party, even as it's fucked them, and they have a network of pundits at places like the Atlantic and the NYT insulating them from their base when they're not actively shitting on it.

So letting Trump win won't even work as a form of consequences! And I don't think a third party's going to work because like... we couldn't even get Bernie past their hegemony, do you think we'll be able to get something that's even more fucked over by both parties off the ground? Not without something like ranked choice voting, that's for sure!

But, on the flipside, the problem with the "Vote Blue No Matter Who" side of things is, and I speak as someone who again is terrified of Project 2025, that mindset gives no actual ideas on how to change this.

The closest we got was the "we can push him left" narrative, which people pooh-pooh as something they dropped the ball on, but I think the tragedy of it was not that it didn't happen, but that it actually did.

Like, Biden's views were pushed left of where he's been before, he's taken some policies from the progressive wing (The big ones being in the realm of antitrust IMO) but, as current events have shown, there's extensive limits to that and we hit them hard way earlier than anyone was hoping, because there's only so much you can polish a turd.

So like, I offer a question: If we're not pushed into Donnie's Fascist Coup Plan in 2025, what would longterm, organized action to force accountability on the Dems look like?

What would an organization to chase out the Skeksis inhabiting both their media apparatus and the party itself that have been failing us for over 30 years, a movement saying "Enough is enough" at us being used as props to be milked for votes then ignored at a strength and volume we never have before, look like?

I may as well tag in @afloweroutofstone, but the question is open to the rest of y'all too.

[lumiellle]

“force of habit”; haikaveh, g. 🌱🏛️

Five years ago, Kaveh took care of Alhaitham’s injuries regularly. Large ones and small, twisted ankles down to tiny paper cuts. It feels strange to be sitting here with him now, in Alhaitham’s bathroom, specks of blood in the bathtub.

Alhaitham winces as Kaveh carefully dabs a ball of cotton, saturated with disinfectant, to the laceration on his left temple.

“Stay still,” Kaveh says, only slightly irritated. Alhaitham looks pitiful in the state he’s in, enough so to earn Kaveh’s sympathy.

“Sorry,” comes Alhaitham’s muffled voice. His eyes are fixated on a spot behind Kaveh’s shoulder, his hands restless in his lap. His knuckles are busted, too.

“You’re too reckless,” Kaveh chides. “I almost dropped your fancy plate when you came in earlier, looking half dead.”

“Sorry,” Alhaitham repeats. He looks small somehow. Kaveh knows the strength brimming under Alhaitham’s skin — years ago, Alhaitham would sometimes pick him up and carry him around, a mischievous grin splitting his lips — but now, he looks drained. Vulnerable.

Kaveh gently holds Alhaitham’s crusty hair out of the way, inspecting the clean wound. It’s smaller than he had initially thought. With a bit of fixation, it should close up by itself within a couple of days.

“I’ll stick a clip plaster on this. Bear with me, okay?”

Alhaitham gives him a weak affirmative and goes back to being quiet. He’s been quiet a lot lately. As Kaveh applies the plaster, he is reminded of another time, not unlike this one. They were still students back then, drunk on love and wine, fooling around in Kaveh’s dorm room. Alhaitham was reciting something to him, a silly poem written in ancient script, tried to pull Kaveh up from where he was sitting on the floor, and slipped on an empty bottle. He ended up needing stitches afterward, but Kaveh remembers them sitting in his bathroom for a while. Alhaitham, with his busted chin, laughing, and him, trying to stop the bleeding with a wad of toilet paper. He cleaned up the wound as well as one could with no proper first aid kit at hand, but Alhaitham thanked him nonetheless. Kaveh remembers, with a painful twinge to his heart, pressing his lips to Alhaitham’s chin in a childish attempt to chase away the pain. Alhaitham had given him a look then, so achingly soft, and twined their fingers together in his lap. Even years later, a bittersweet memory. 

Shaking his head, Kaveh steps back from Alhaitham to take stock of his work. The plaster is in the right place, no further bleeding. That just leaves Alhaitham’s ruined hands to be taken care of.

“What happened for you to end up like this? Did you get in a fist fight?”

Alhaitham shrugs. “It doesn’t matter, does it?”

“It does matter.” To me, Kaveh doesn’t say. The words refuse to come out.

“Just a squabble with some bandits in the desert. Nothing to worry about.” Alhaitham still won’t meet Kaveh’s eyes.

Sighing, Kaveh soaks a washcloth in lukewarm water and starts to clean off Alhaitham’s hands one by one. The skin is cracked and dry; even when the worst of the dried blood and gravel washes away, it looks painful. Kaveh applies a dab of ointment onto the skin before wrapping both hands in simple bandages. These hands are not a fighter‘s hands, Kaveh thinks.

They’re a writer’s.

The stubborn callus on Alhaitham’s right middle finger is still there. Kaveh wonders if he still writes down his thoughts in his diary every night. He wonders if he still collects old poems, and if he still sorts them by the first letter of the first word, like he did when they were younger. Alhaitham’s hands, even now, are the same hands that used to hold onto Kaveh’s own. It’s a shame for them to be in this state.

“Please take better care of yourself, Alhaitham.” Kaveh manages to say this, but he can’t follow up with the words he truly means to say: “I’m worried about you.” Thoughtlessly, he raises one of Alhaitham’s battered hands to his lips and places a kiss on it, over the bandage.

It’s over before he realizes that he has crossed a line. A kiss, even on the hand, is undue for the new, distanced relationship they’ve somehow managed to forge. Kaveh drops the hand and stands, turning away. “Sorry.” It comes out barely a whisper. “Force of habit.”

A rustle by the bathtub. Then, a large, warm presence behind him. Kaveh’s heart is pounding in his chest — is Alhaitham upset with him? Kaveh freezes when something settles on his shoulder, soft strands of hair tickling his ear. A beat passes, neither of them speaking.

Then, with his forehead pressed into Kaveh’s shoulder, Alhaitham says, “Thank you.” Just two words, but they’re enough to make Kaveh’s throat constrict. For a second, he is transported back to their student days, to the memory of picking up Alhaitham from Bimarstan. He enveloped him in a hug for a greeting, the bandage on Alhaitham’s chin scratching along Kaveh’s neck. It was a sweltering day in summer, sweat running down their backs, but things were good back then. It used to be so easy to look into Alhaitham’s eyes. To talk.

Now, they are standing in Alhaitham’s bathroom, and it’s too quiet. Eventually Alhaitham lets go of him, and just for a moment, Kaveh catches a glimpse of his face. His lips are pressed together, and his eyes are hard in the way they are when he’s upset. 

Alhaitham’s voice sounds remorseful when he says, “I can’t promise this won’t happen again.”

 Kaveh smiles bitterly. “How typical of you.”

Eyes averted, Alhaitham continues. “When it happens, will you be there to patch me up again?”

Kaveh looks straight ahead, hands braced on the doorframe. His heart stings as if it too had been treated with disinfectant. This is not a promise, not an invitation, not anything, he knows. He knows, because Alhaitham won’t look at him. He knows, because they agreed to end that part of them five years ago. He knows that Alhaitham doesn’t go back on his words. And still, he accepts the promise that isn’t and takes the invitation never meant to be taken. Because he knows himself, too.

 “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”