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the left wing (M)

PAIRING: Mark (NCT) + reader (female)

YOU: no more stalling. no more excuses. it’s the middle of the night and you need to get away from NCTU and all of its watchful eyes. maybe, with you and Mark alone, you can finally tell him how you feel.

HIM: Mark is steadily working up the courage to be honest with you about his feelings. but when he learns that your controversial story is connected to neonet, Mark begins to wonder if he can trust you with his heart.

WARNINGS: mild language; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 7k words; this is part four of smashing the six

It was much easier said than done. Like most things in life.

Telling Mark how you felt was great in theory, but then your brain started going through all the possible things that could go horribly wrong.

“We call that anxiety,” Winter quipped.

“I know,” you mumbled under your breath.

You had made a strong effort to mend things with Winter and you were reminded that she was the only person in your life you could actually talk to about your feelings for Mark.

Not to mention she had been rooting for the two of you to get over your issues and just bone already. But that was beside the point.

You and your best friend were out to dinner for the first time in weeks. After losing a round of rock, paper, scissors, Winter chose her favorite Chinese spot - hot pot to be exact. So it was like you both won anyway.

“If you like him so much, you should tell him,” Winter said. Again. “What’s the worst that could happen - he turns you down? He would still be your friend. He cares about you.”

“I know. I know,” you chanted.

Mark cared about you. That much was certain.

Would he actually have the patience to try and make a relationship work with your cowardly ass? That remained to be seen.

By now, you had accepted you were just stalling. It went against every single one of your instincts - putting your heart on the line with a chance it would get crushed again.

Winter thankfully shifted topics. “How is your story coming along?”

“What story?” you replied sarcastically, taking another big bite so you would have time to come up with a bullshit answer for her next question.

“The one that finally got you back in the saddle and got neonet grinding on your ass?”

You shrugged. “Not much of a story so far,” you lied. It wasn’t that you distrusted Winter, you just wanted to play things safe. You didn’t want to give them a reason to target her.

“Smashed anyone else lately?” she pried, no doubt eager to hear the sordid details.

You thought about Johnny and pinched your lips together, ultimately shaking your head and fibbing, “Nope. Neonet would blab about it if I had.”

Winter tilted her head cutely. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to run neonet?”

You glanced up, eyes stern. That was the last thing you ever expected your best friend to say. You could hardly believe your ears. “What?”

Winter took your shock and obvious disagreement in stride and said, “Yeah. I mean, come on. Who hasn’t thought about it, right?”

You had never not once in your time on campus entertained the idea of running neonet. “My thoughts about neonet are only violent,” you retorted, burning the roof of your mouth when you slurped another spoonful of broth.

Winter set down her chopsticks and studied you. There was something unreadable on her face. “I just wonder how it feels to have that much information at your fingertips. Everyone’s dirty little secrets. How do you decide what to keep to yourself and what to post?”

“You mean, how does a person decide whether or not to ruin someone’s life or reputation?” This was personal. You were downright snarling.

Winter bobbed her head. She looked so wide-eyed and innocent. So naïve, but you knew she was anything but. “I’m just curious. That’s all,” she said with a noncommittal shrug.

“You’re also corruptible.”

Winter chortled at her own expense. It was true. “Yes. Not you though,” she replied, maybe a little envious. “You are set in your ways and god forbid someone ever get in the way of you going for what you want.”

You stuffed more food in your mouth to keep from answering. This whole conversation had become unsettling, but you chalked it up to your paranoia getting triggered by the mere mention of neonet.

“Except when it comes to Mark,” Winter added sharply. “He’s the one thing you’re afraid to chase.”

“The thought of chasing a man goes against everything we were ever taught.”

“Oh, please. Chasing men is half the fun.”

You almost laughed, but that dreadful sinking sensation was back in your stomach. It was there whenever you thought about Mark, along with the butterflies of course. The ones that only came alive when he was on your mind and started to dance whenever you laid eyes on him.

Ironically, Mark was as big a coward as you. If not bigger. Maybe together, the two of you could scrape the bottom of the barrel for some courage.

“She makes me crazy,” Mark groaned, shaking his head. “Are you gonna eat that?”

Haechan handed him the crust of his pizza, annoyed. Over the girl, not the food. “I swear to God, if I have to hear one more sob story about how terrified you are of the girl you like.”

Mark made a face. A mix of a frown and a pout. “I’m not terrified of her. I’m scared of rejection.”

Haechan scoffed and leaned back in his seat. “Well, you gotta get over that. Life is full of rejection.”

“You are always such a ray of fucking sunshine.”

“It’s the cold hard truth and that’s the reason why you’re always asking my advice, because you know I won’t bullshit you.”

Mark feigned anger, but his lips twitched with the urge to grin. “Whatever.”

Haechan let a merciful moment of quiet pass, during which he chose his words carefully. Then, he asked, “Can we address the elephant in the room real quick?”

“No,” Mark huffed. He knew which elephant his friend was referring to and frankly, Mark would rather have his eyes ripped out. Ever since you started on your little escapade, he avoided talking to Haechan about it.

Because Haechan didn’t mince words. Mercy wasn’t in his vocabulary.

Haechan continued anyway. “This… stuff about her on neonet. What’s up with that?”

Mark knew this was the trade off. He would talk to Haechan about how to approach you, but in return, he would have to admit what he knew about the posts of you on neonet. “It’s a story she’s working on.”

“A smut fic?” Haechan joked.

Mark groaned and the words were like poison in his mouth, “No, there’s some kind of challenge about screwing a guy from each of the athletic programs.”

Haechan raised a brow and said nonchalantly, “You mean smashing the six.”

Mark eyes widened. “You know about that?”

“I’ll ask the questions,” Haechan deflected. He was a rather passionate psych major and relished in putting it to good use whenever he could. Though he was honestly considering a switch to pre-law at this rate. “What does she know about it?”

“She seems to think it’s connected to neonet,” Mark replied with a shrug.

Haechan folded his arms. And for the first time in his life, he was oddly silent.

Mark’s eyes got even bigger and he screeched, “Is it connected to neonet?”

“Mark, I love you…,” Haechan started.

“Ew.”

“But this is above your paygrade.”

Mark bristled with anger and frustration. He was always pushed aside, like a bothersome fly swatted out of the way. He was too soft, too sweet.

Too forgiving.

“Oh, please,” Mark snapped. “Miss me with that bullshit. You and her are the same. You give neonet way more power than it actually has.”

Haechan pursed his lips with amusement. His voice was silky. “You keep telling yourself that, but you know - as well as I do - that neonet has lethal levels of power in this fucked up little town.”

Mark relented on the spot. There was no denying the damage neonet had done and could still do. “Yeah, I know.”

Haechan put the straw to his lips and took a sip. It was loud, because all that remained of his drink was melting ice. The gears were turning in his head. “Is your girl trying to get a crack at neonet?”

Mark flushed at Haechan referring to you as his girl. He wished you were. Mark wanted to belong to you more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. “The hell if I know,” he said bitterly, eyes on the table. “She doesn’t tell me anything anymore.”

“Why not?”

Mark began to pick at his fingernails, nervous. “I wasn’t… very supportive when those posts about her came out.”

Haechan gaped in disbelief. “Did you slut shame the girl you’re in love with?”

“No,” Mark shot back defensively. “I just - fuck - I was a dick. I should have had her back and instead, I probably made her feel more alone.”

Haechan cocked his head. “You were jealous.”

Mark admitted, “Yes.”

“Okay, well, jealousy I can work with. Being an insufferable self-righteous asshole is where I draw the line.”

Mark wallowed deeper into his chair and tipped his head toward the ceiling, heaving a loud sigh. “I apologized to her. We had a moment the other day, but since then she’s avoided me again.”

Haechan had his own motivations and though he would never pursue something at his best friend’s expense, he could bend the rules if this were mutually beneficial. “Hm.”

Mark had never seen his friend so damn quiet. It was downright unnerving. “What?”

“I’m thinking.”

“That’s never a good thing,” Mark deadpanned, reaching for another piece of pizza. Stuffing his face would be a good distraction.

Haechan rubbed his chin. The glint in his eyes was that of an evil genius on the verge of his next big bad idea. “Offer to help her.”

Mark cocked his head innocently as he chewed his food. “Help her with what?”

Haechan couldn’t believe he had to spell it out and said with annoyance, “You’re on the hockey team, aren’t you? Dumbass.”

Mark gawked when he realized what his friend meant and his appetite evaporated. “No.”

Haechan flashed his most mischievous smile. “Yes.”

“She won’t go for it.”

“And how would you know? Have you ever actually told her how you feel?”

Mark folded his arms tightly across his chest and lowered his head. He was totally to blame for the state of his relationship with you. Or obvious lack thereof. “I hate you,” he huffed, but he didn’t mean it.

Haechan knew that and he simply shrugged. “Listen, you have given her zero idea that you’re interested. She’s free to do what she wants with her own body. As if you haven’t been hoe-ing it up since the day you got here.”

“So have you,” Mark shot back.

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with that,” Haechan snapped, running out of patience where his cowardly friend was concerned. “But the road goes both ways. You can’t be mad at her for things she doesn’t know.”

“I’m not mad at her,” Mark said quickly and it was the truth. You hadn’t done anything wrong. “I’m mad at myself for not being brave enough to tell her how I feel.”

Haechan reminded, “Well, it’s not too late.” And for once, his smile was kind.

Mark nodded. He had wasted enough goddamn time. This was the last little push he needed. Every day spent carrying this secret, of fighting his feelings for you, was eating him alive.

“I’m gonna do it,” Mark eventually said. “I’m gonna offer myself on behalf of the hockey team and then… tell her. Everything.”

Haechan giggled. “A worthy sacrifice. Try not to enjoy it too much.”

Mark snorted.

And leave it to Haechan to crush a sweet moment with his humor. “Just remember that post-nut clarity hits like a bitch. You may want to confess your love before and not after.”

“Fuck you.”

Haechan only laughed, satisfied.

Mark started planning. He would call you in the morning and offer to take you out for coffee. Or breakfast. Whichever you wanted. Then, he would ask you how the story was going and if you needed someone from the hockey team yet.

Naturally, Mark’s imagination took over and he spent the next ten minutes with his hand down his pants, picturing you beneath him, moaning his name. He came so hard his vision blurred.

After cleaning up, Mark lay in his bed, thinking of your smile, of all the times you’d made him laugh. The memories with you were endless. He thought of the times you read people to filth to their faces or carefully extracted information for another one of your articles that shook up the campus.

Neonet had certainly found a worthy opponent in you.

Mark knew you could have anyone you wanted. You were pretty and smart and a force of fucking nature. He always wanted to know what made you swear off dating and sex, but he was too scared to ask. It was a rather invasive question.

Who had broken your heart so badly you didn’t dare risk letting it get damaged again?

I want to be everything, Mark thought, rehearsing how he would finally tell you. I want to be your partner. Your lover. Your ride or die. I want your wins to be mine and your losses to be mine too. I want to help you pick up the pieces of our lives. Together. I want to be the one you run to when you need someone to hold.

Because I love you.

Mark swallowed the lump in his throat. His heart was racing at the thought of finally being honest, of getting it off his chest. He was becoming less nervous and more excited of telling you just how amazing he thought you were and how he wanted to be a part of your life.

If you turned him down, that would be that. Mark could at least start moving on. But if you gave him a chance - if there was some way in hell you reciprocated his feelings - he was willing to do anything and everything to make you happy.

His phone lit up, vibrating on the nightstand. Mark reached over, expecting it to be Haechan, and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw your name on the screen.

Hey. Are you asleep?

He texted back immediately and then chided himself for seeming too eager, I can’t sleep. What’s up?

Your response was fast, You down for a drive?

Mark didn’t even think about it. I’m down.

Meet me outside my dorm.

I’ll be there. The moment he sent the message, Mark sat up, leaping off the bed to get dressed.

You waited patiently on the front steps of the girls’ dorm. Night had fallen and the security guards were out on patrol. That always made you feel safe. Too bad they couldn’t lock up neonet and throw away the key.

Speaking of the evil app, there had been no posts about you and Johnny. Which was both a shock and a massive relief. You knew it had totally to do with Johnny, because you had clearly been fair game since the moment you set foot in NCTU. But it seemed that truly no one wanted to cross Johnny Suh.

Your brow furrowed. Then, why did neonet send you in his direction? If he was secretly off-limits to them in some way, why did they pimp you out to him in the first place?

Stop thinking about it, you chastised yourself. Johnny had given you a push in the right direction and you were eternally grateful for that. Tonight was about you and Mark.

It had been almost a week since you hooked up with Johnny and you had intentionally avoided Mark, but only because you were focusing on self-care. You were getting yourself back into a good place mentally. You had to if there was any fighting chance for you to make things work with Mark.

If he even wanted that. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if you were damaged goods to him?

You caught sight of Mark coming toward you from across the way and you smiled, those thoughts banished away in an instant. You got to your feet and came down the stairs, closing the rest of the distance between you and him.

Mark grinned when you didn’t hesitate to throw your arms around him in a hug. “Hi,” he greeted shyly. Thank goodness you couldn’t see the rosy blush on his cheeks.

“I’ve missed you,” you said, holding him tight and burrowing your face in his shoulder.

That warmed Mark down to his very core. He squeezed his arms around your waist. “I missed you too.”

You pulled back, looking up into his eyes. There was an adorable crimson hue to his cheeks. Jingling the keys in your hand, you asked, “Ready to go for a little ride?”

“Lead the way,” he said without a single shred of doubt. Mark would follow you, the girl he loved, straight to hell if you only asked.

It had been a while since either of you left campus. Maybe you should have made a habit of it. For sanity’s sake.

You drove to a small spot outside of town, a safe nook away from neonet’s prying eyes. It took about twenty minutes, give or take. The highways were empty at this time of night. No traffic to slow you down.

And you still didn’t feel far enough away. No surprise there.

Mark gabbed with you the entire drive. He filled you in on all of the drama you’d been missing at the paper while you were on your Doyoung-imposed break. Doyoung had been very strict that no one was allowed to disturb you, which made you want to send him some kind of flower arrangement in gratitude.

You told Mark all the shows you had been binging and the books you’d been reading. It felt like old times. His precious laugh rang out in the car and you didn’t realize how hard you’d been grinning until your cheeks began to burn.

The moon was only a tiny sliver in the sky above. Your heart skipped a beat when you parked the car on a dirt road. Only locals knew about it. You used to come there a lot in high school with your friends.

Between the trees was a scenic overlook of the bay below. The stars were out in full force despite the moon, blanketing their reflections on the surface of the sea.

Mark glanced around curiously, sticking his head partially out the window to get a better look. “It’s the coast, huh?”

You nodded. The familiar salty scent of the ocean filled your nose and the distant crash of waves filled your ears. Everything was perfect. All was right with the world in this place.

Mark turned to you, his eyes twinkling even more than the stars. “Why did you bring me here?” he murmured gently, like he was hinged on your answer.

You tugged the sleeves of your sweater down until they covered your hands. You’d been rehearsing the words in your head and it was finally time for them to come out. “I want to be honest with you and I felt like I couldn’t be honest anywhere else.”

Even though Mark knew the answer, he still asked, “Why not?”

You sighed. “Someone is always watching at NCT University.”

Mark joined you in looking out the window. Gazing at the ocean in the distance was anchoring in some odd kind of way. It grounded you and him back to the earth. Though all either of you wanted was to be swept away in the current.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you. I…,” Mark trailed, chuckling to himself. It was now or never. “I was planning it out.” Like an idiot. I wasted so much time.

You chuckled when you realized he was as nervous as you were. There was no denying it. You turned serious. “Mark?”

“Hm?”

There was so much hope written on your face when you asked, “How do you feel about me?”

Mark swallowed. There it was. His throat had gone dry in the fraction of a second. But there was something about the softness in your voice and the expectation in your eyes.

Even here, in the darkness of your car, away from everyone else with only the sea and stars as a witness, Mark had never seen you so clearly. He knew then that his heart was safe with yours.

“I think you already know,” he whispered.

You shifted your eyes down, looking at your hands nervously. “I, um,” you started, biting your lip. Tears were already burning in warning that emotions were going to take over. “I’ve been really scared, Mark.”

Mark said your name tenderly, slipping his fingers beneath your chin and lifting your head until you looked him in the eyes.

“I really like you,” you finally forced the words out. “And I’m so tired of fighting it.”

“Then, don’t,” Mark replied, moving toward you and sealing his lips to yours.

You melted into the kiss and let it consume you, cradling Mark’s head in your hands. He was yours. You could feel it. Smiling against his mouth, you let the tears that had gathered in your eyes from nerves slip down your cheeks.

The nerves were gone, chased away by the relief that spread out from your chest.

Mark kissed the tears from your face. He kissed your nose, your brow, the corner of your mouth. You giggled at his affection. He couldn’t get enough of you. Love and joy were spilling out of him with every touch.

You sucked in a breath when his lips wandered to your neck, settling over your racing pulse which only went faster when he kissed and nipped at your skin.

The mood shifted then. You could feel it like imaginary smoke filling the car, making it hard to breathe, making sweat gather at the back of your neck. You gasped a little as Mark sucked a bruise into your flesh, his fist tangled in your hair.

You dragged him with you into the backseat, kicking off your shoes. Mark couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing you for even a second, grunting into your mouth when the two of you landed in a heap in the back. He couldn't believe he was on top of you, your lips meeting his hungrily.

Mark made a noise when you wrapped your legs around his waist. He could feel your clothed sex pressed to the erection in his pants. Kissing you for barely a minute had gotten him hard. You arched into his body, hands roaming down his back, and moaned softly.

You hadn’t planned on hooking up with Mark. Your intentions were pure. You wanted to air things out and put all of your cards on the table. Now that you knew Mark felt the same way and wanted the same thing, you could finally accept how badly you wanted him.

Sex would complicate things, it always did, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Mark started grinding into you and you rolled your hips into his. For this tiny moment, you were content to kiss him, but that feeling was growing, building inside you. It had been so long since you felt this way and you had been convinced you would never feel it again.

It wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You needed more of him.

“Mark,” you said, tugging at his hair. “Take off my clothes.”

He drew back, staring deep into your eyes like his brain couldn’t comprehend that you’d actually said that. “Are you sure?”

You smiled at the look on his face, resisting a giggle. He was adorable, looking at you like a deer in headlights. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Mark met his lips to yours slowly, intimately.

You lifted your arms up as best you could, letting him get your shirt off. The two of you stripped each other naked without any sense of urgency. Time had lost all meaning in this little hidden corner of the world.

Mark cupped your naked breast and broke from your lips to suck a nipple into his mouth. There was a catch in your breath as he tongued around the bud, kneading your other breast with his rough hand. Your eyes fluttered closed and you sank your teeth into your bottom lip.

“Fuck,” you cursed. Mark was nudging his hard cock against your wet sex, sliding between your folds and coating himself with your slick. You kept undulating beneath him, desperate for him to fill you up already. It was safe to say you were on the verge of losing your mind.

Mark moaned when you dragged him away from your chest and began nibbling at his neck. Your breath was hot on his skin, cooling the sweat that was cascading down from his hair line. Mark shivered when your lips brushed his ear.

“Put it in, Mark,” you whispered softly. “Please.”

It was the worst moment possible for Mark to realize something very important. “Shit. I didn’t bring a condom,” he exclaimed, tossing his hair out of his face with a turn of his head. “Goddamn it. I had no idea this was gonna happen. I swear.”

His panic earned a chuckle from you. You made him look at you, holding his face in your hands. And his heart. “Neither did I, but you can come inside or pull out. I’m on the pill.”

Mark’s pupils dilated at that.

You resisted another laugh at his expense, but you were still serious. “Are you clean?”

He nodded rapidly, hoping you knew he would never lie to you. “Yes.”

You brushed some of his damp hair back from his sweaty brow and cooed, “I am too. So we’re okay. Just focus on me, baby.”

Mark lowered onto you and kissed you with so much fire and passion it made your toes curl.

There was nothing left for him to worry about. Nothing more for him to overthink. It was just you and him and how you made each other feel.

Of course, Mark was faced now with an even bigger dilemma of fucking someone raw and finally having sex with someone he was in love with.

Neither of which he had done before.

It was too much. He knew he wouldn’t last. He just knew he would fuck this up and you would be disappointed and never want him to touch you again.

You could see the fear seeping into his eyes, which up to this point had been clouded only with lust and desire. You were an endless well of love and affection for him. So, you traced your fingers over his cheek delicately and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Mark was propped over you, trying not to think about the brush of your nipples against his chest every time either of you moved even the slightest bit. “I’m nervous,” he said, trembling.

“You’re not the only one,” you replied, trying to put him at ease. You stroked him with your hands, his shoulders and his back, hoping to settle him down. It was such an intimate moment; you thought you would burst.

That made Mark feel better. His eyes locked to your face and he nodded. All of his attention was on you now, making you feel good, making it last. He met his lips to yours, convinced his heart was going to explode and kill him.

Well, at least he’d die in your arms. Mark was so far gone at this point.

You let him lead, kissing him back and making no moves to touch his hard cock resting against your folds, no matter how badly you wanted to. You held him to you and slipped your tongue into his mouth, which coaxed a tiny growl out of him.

Mark hooked your leg on his hip, fingers pressing into your thigh. He was still kissing you with abandon when he steered his cock to your entrance and started to push inside.

You both broke from the kiss to moan into each other’s mouths. You were so wet with arousal, he slid right in with a few coaxing strokes.

Mark bottomed out and moaned again, gripping your waist to the point of bruising because, fuck, you felt so good he couldn’t breathe. “Are you okay?” Mark asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, baby,” you whispered, tugging him by the hair to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Are you?”

Mark still couldn’t believe this was happening. He was tempted to pinch himself to see if he woke up. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Me too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

Mark stole another kiss, this one deeper than all the others, and started to move. He rocked into you and you arched to meet him, matching his slow rhythm. The little sounds that spilled from your pretty swollen lips made Mark shiver in your arms.

He knew he had fallen in love with you. Now, he was falling again and again. There was no bottom. Just him free-falling to whatever fate awaited him.

You grasped his sides, leaving bruises in your wake. Mark was steadily sinking in and out of you. There was a wet clap every time he pressed back into you deep. He arched and rolled his hips, making you cry out his name.

Both of you were sticky with sweat, but the heat burning between your bodies didn’t let any chill of the night air touch you.

“Fuck,” Mark groaned, gripping you tight and slowing down.

You fisted a hand in his hair, chuckling darkly because you knew he was close. Much closer than he wanted to be. Lifting your legs higher on his waist, you started bouncing your hips ever so slightly, tightening on him.

“Oh, god,” Mark whimpered, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Please keep going, Mark. Please,” you begged in his ear. “You feel so good.”

Mark’s body responded before his brain could even process. His hips slapped into yours, driving in hard and deep and fast. Mark fought back his own release to the point he was forgetting to take a breath.

“Just like that, baby,” you purred.

Mark brought his lips to yours, kissing you messily. His eyes were winched closed, face tense with overwhelming pleasure. The tight wet heat of you around him was nothing short of the best thing he’d ever felt in his life. Nothing could compete with it.

And seeing the beautiful girl he loved beneath him. The look in your eyes as you had stared at him was seared into his mind forever.

You were faring no better. His pace was rough now, jarring you on the backseat. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life. He was dragging you to the edge and you only hoped he would catch you when you fell.

“Please. Come with me,” Mark staggered out, saying your name. His eyes met yours. “I need it.”

You bucked your hips into his, matching his desperate rhythm. The two of you were chasing release together with each other’s bodies and you knew Mark wouldn’t let himself have it until you did.

Mark could feel the car swaying with his movements, but he didn’t care. You were moaning with every thrust. He winced at the bite of your fingernails hooking into his skin, but he was out of his mind with lust that he made you feel this good.

“Fuck,” you cried out, lips parting with a silent scream. You tipped your head back as you came, hands flying out to fist the seat. For a moment, your body wasn’t yours anymore - it was his.

The moment you swore, Mark moaned and started releasing inside you. The more your walls kneaded him, the more he filled you, stroking slowly to milk every last drop he had.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Mark went still and you went limp. He blinked to clear the haze in his eyes and glanced down to see your hips in his hands. He didn’t realize just how hard he’d been holding onto you.

He watched the rapid rise and fall of your breasts, wanting to cup them in his hands, but he was so fucked out he couldn’t move. You were panting, lashes fluttering.

You would never admit that orgasm had taken you by surprise, but it sure fucking did. You met Mark’s gaze, immediately flushing with heat, and giggled.

He cracked a smile. “That was really good, right?” he asked in a raspy voice.

You nodded and assured him, “Really, really good.”

Mark felt some energy returned to him. He palmed your soft thighs still spread open for him, roamed his hands up your body, and slipped his fingers over your nipples.

You grinned as he propped himself over you and kissed your lips sweetly. Oh so satisfied.

Mark shifted to let his spent cock slip out of you and couldn’t stop pressing gentle kisses to your face and neck with affection.

You were absolutely and hopelessly drunk on him. Basking in the way he made you feel, you didn’t hesitate to say, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Mark said contentedly, resting his head on your chest over your wildly beating heart. It was better than his dreams. “So much.”

You toyed your fingers through his hair. “Can we just stay here, like this, forever?”

“Fine by me,” Mark said without missing a beat.

You snorted.

The two of you were riding a high; one bigger than any high sex could give. Everything was out in the open. No more hidden feelings or fought back emotions.

Both of you had been honest.

Mostly anyway.

It embarrassed you how much you liked holding hands with Mark. He walked you back to the dorm, fingers laced through yours, and you were practically floating. You were his and he was yours.

Sadly, the night had to come to an end.

Mark tugged you toward him, looping his arms around you. “Hey, so Friday night,” Mark started.

You perked up. “Yeah?”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

You frowned, remembering what you still had left to do. “I can’t.”

His brows stitched. “Why not?”

“I have a few loose ends to tie up,” you confessed. Unfortunately, this answer was a bit vague. Not because you wanted to hide your intentions, but because you couldn’t drop any names.

Mark took it as the former and all the thunder left his voice. “But I thought we… never mind.”

You could hear the disappointment, the betrayal, and you smoothed your hands up and down his back in comfort. “Mark, I need you to trust me on this.”

Mark scoffed. “Trust you? To what - fuck someone on the football team next?”

You flinched like you’d been slapped. You would have jumped away from him, but Mark had already taken a step back away from you.

Mark was suddenly filled from head to toe with venom and he had no idea how to cope with it. It was such a foreign feeling. “You want me to wait for you while you’re off hooking up with other guys? You want to have your cake and eat it too.”

You could understand where he was coming from. That was certainly how it looked. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s exactly like that,” Mark hissed.

You planted your feet and told him, “No, Mark. I have to talk to someone. I have to settle things with him if I want there to be any chance of you and I making this work.”

Mark looked you dead in the eye and replied coldly, “I don’t believe you.”

Your heart sank. “What?”

“You can pull that with anyone else but me, because I know you,” Mark said with disdain. He should have known better. He should have seen this coming from a mile away. “Your ambition always comes first. Especially now that I know this little sex challenge of yours is connected to neonet.”

You gaped in disbelief. “Who told you that?”

Mark laughed, but there was no mirth. He was so furious with himself for letting his guard down he couldn’t see straight. “That’s what you care about? Goddamnit,” he cursed, huffing your name.

Your voice trembled. “I’m sorry.”

Mark turned and began walking away. He didn’t want to hear your apologies or your excuses. Your justifications. They were all salt in the wound.

You couldn’t believe it. He was leaving. After everything said and done. How happy you had been was crumbling before your very eyes. You did the last thing either of you ever expected you to do - you chased after him.

“Mark, listen to me,” you shouted, circling in front of him and bracing your hands on his chest. “You have every right to be mad at me. I know how this sounds. I had no idea we were going to have sex. None. I just wanted a goddamn moment alone with you to tell you how I felt and - fuck it - Mark, I couldn’t help it. I have so many feelings about you!”

Mark softened, but only a little. He wanted to be enraged. It was better than feeling discarded after he’d served his purpose.

After he told you he loved you.

But you had said it back. That meant something. Mark had to hold onto that.

You reached out, taking his hand. It had felt so perfect around yours, so right. “Mark, please,” you begged, tears filling your eyes. “Just give me a little time. Let me fix this.”

Mark sighed loudly, but he was clearly swaying where he stood. He loved you so much, he would do anything you asked of him. Even if he hated it. “Fine.”

You let out a breath, the fear threatening to shred you at the seams. “Thank you.”

Mark refused to look at you. He knew if he did, your teary eyes would break what little resolve he had left. It was cruel. You were his for a moment and already, that moment was gone.

You slid into his arms hesitantly, wondering if he would push you away. When he didn’t, you wrapped you arms around him tightly and whispered, “I’m yours, Mark. I promise.”

“You were right,” Mark said gruffly. “We should have just stayed there forever.”

You chuckled.

Your little laugh made Mark crack a smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple, then told you, “Go inside. So I know you’re safe. Please.”

You nodded, though the last thing you wanted was to part with him. Being in his arms made you feel whole. Turning away obediently, you headed up the stairs and into the girls’ dorm, looking back at him one more time before disappearing inside.

Mark watched you go, then he headed home, dragging his broken heart behind him.

#nct #nct smut #mark lee #mark smut #mark x reader

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starlitangels · 6 months

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Talk Nerdy

Listen, Erik said Link would be Vincent's main in Smash Bros because Vincent has a fondness for the character and fell in love with Breath of the Wild like the rest of us did. That is enough for me to decide Vincent is at least kinda a Legend of Zelda fan. And as a Zelda fan, this was just an excuse to be a Big Nerd. 1.2k words

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"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I just need one more hit..." Vincent muttered under his breath. So focused on his game that he didn't realize I was standing in the archway behind him. He didn't hear me, smell me, see me—nothing. I smiled and watched Colgera fly around the screen while Link and Tulin furiously flew around in the swirling wind.

Biting my lip, I crept out of the archway and behind the couch. Vincent swore as he took a shot with his bow and it shattered. I smirked, leaned down until I was right behind his ear, and raised a hand.

I dropped it onto his shoulder. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked loudly.

Vincent swore and nearly threw his controller into the TV. Instead managing to only arc it over the coffee table. "Lovely!" he exclaimed. "Don't do that to me!" In a blur of movement, he had his controller back and the game paused. He spun to look at me. "What was that for?"

I laughed. "I'm sorry," I said around my laughter. "I couldn't help it. You were so focused you didn't—you didn't even notice I was right there. I had to see how close I could get!"

He sighed, giving me an affectionate—but exasperated—shake of his head with a little grin. "You're a menace," he said.

I shrugged. "Just for you, and just when we're alone. Because you love me."

"I do. I do love you." I leaned across the back of the couch and met his lips in a kiss. He reached and grabbed at my hips, hauling me over the back of the sofa while I shrieked as I flopped down onto the cushions. He cackled. "There we go. We're even now. And you get to sit with me and watch me play."

"Fine with me."

He kissed the top of my head and unpaused the game. Quickly equipping a new bow to try and shoot Colgera again.

"Rare for a Zelda boss' weak spot to not be their eye," I joked.

"Mmhmm," Vincent agreed, barely paying me any heed.

We sat in relative silence, broken only by Tulin's encouragement and the boss music and various sound effects like the cyclones and Vincent's controller clacking, for a few minutes.

"You're running out of cold resistance," I said.

He cursed under his breath and paused, searching his menus for another dish of food for cold resistance.

"Didn't you get a portable pot in one of the Zonai capsules?"

"They don't work in boss fights," he replied. Right as he found another meal he'd made to fight the cold and had Link eat it. He unpaused and went right back to it.

"Damn, this track slaps," I said quietly.

"It really does. I barely noticed it my first time playing through this game since I was so focused on the fight. Now, every time I restart, I always fight Colgera first. It's the best boss fight."

I smiled. "How many times have you played through Tears of the Kingdom in the last six months?"

Vincent shrugged. "Like five or six. But I don't search for all the Koroks every time. Just as many as I need to get all the spaces in my inventory. I still haven't found all of them on my main Switch profile's save. They added more. It was already a pain in the ass finding nine-hundred in Breath of the Wild. Now there's a thousand. They managed to shove a hundred more into almost the exact same map."

I smiled. "These are your favorite Zelda games, aren't they?"

He didn't even break his concentration from the boss fight. "Maybe. Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, and Ocarina of Time are pretty high on the list too." He moved around with his motion controls to aim his bow. "Twilight Princess is high on that list," he added. "I'd only been turned for six years when it came out and I was in the perfect moody, dark headspace to vibe hard with the game's aesthetic. Maybe the nostalgia helps keep it that high on my favorites. It's also just a good game to boot. And, if I may say, the most iconic appearance for Princess Zelda. She was barely in the game and yet when I hear the name 'Princess Zelda', I always think of her Twilight Princess look before even her Breath of the Wild one."

I smiled. Mmm... talk nerdy to me, you lovable dork, I thought fondly. "I never finished the Forest Temple in that game. Much to my best friend's chagrin. Twilight Princess was their favorite Zelda game while we were growing up."

Vincent shot me a quick look. "We'll fix that. I'll break out the Wii or the Wii-U and we'll get you through it."

"If we ever have time," I muttered sarcastically.

"Fair point. We'll find time. The fact that we don't really need to sleep as much has helped me get through this game multiple times."

I snickered and continued watching him.

The Rito Village/Dragon Roost Island theme hit and washed over our living room in a wave of nostalgia. Vincent sighed in rapture at it.

"This music is so good," I whispered.

"Uh-huh," he agreed. "Nintendo really went off with all the Tears of the Kingdom music. Remember that trailer's saxophone?"

"Mmhmm." I grinned. "Remember the first trailer to feature Ganondorf's voice and the entire internet blew up like 'Matthew Mercer'?"

Vincent started laughing. "That was hilarious. So many memes."

"Yeah. It was great." I gasped. "You're on your last shot, Vin!"

"I know. I'm so close."

"You know, if you did this with a Multi-Shot bow, you could do this a lot faster."

"Yeah, yeah. But I like doing this fight first. It's a challenge." He let go of the button on his controller. Link loosed the arrow.

It arced toward Colgera. Vincent and I both held our breath.

It struck, breaking the final bit of cracked ice.

"Yes!" Vincent cheered, pumping his fist into the air. I whooped and let him give me a kiss.

"Good job, lover boy," I said.

"Thanks, lovely." He gave me a soft look. "I forgive you for scaring me to death."

I burst out laughing. "Thanks. And you're welcome."

He kissed my hairline. "Were you wanting a turn on the Switch or were you just coming in to watch me play?"

"I was actually coming in to ask if you wanted a hot cocoa or something but I saw an opportunity that I couldn't pass up."

"Menace," he accused affectionately.

"Playboy," I retorted. He grinned.

"I would actually love a hot chocolate though," he added in a cheeky little whisper, curling his shoulders up and smiling like a mischievous kid.

I smiled. "I'll get some made for us. You're cute." Kissing his curly, glossy blue-black hair, I got up from the sofa and went toward the kitchen while the cutscene kept playing on the TV.

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Tag list: @pinksparkl @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Vincent #Redacted Lovely #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic #this is half fic half ficlet #idk it's right in the middle

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mudsock-nicdicks-wife · 1 year

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One,I love the Sleepy scenes~ and two,Maybe The Gorillaz at the beach with their SO please?👉🏻🥰👈🏻

Oh my god, I absolutely LOVE this request!! Thank you so much for requesting it!! 💕💕

At The Beach With Their SO!

Murdoc F. Niccals

•Doesn't like the beach, but also doesn't hate it.

•The man absolutely HATES the feeling of sand on his feet so he will be wearing his iconic boots.

•If you decide to wear a more revealing outfit to the beach, he will be feral. And try and pick fights with anyone who so much as looks at you wrong.

•If you splash him while you're swimming together he will tackle you into the water and make his silly grumpy Murdoc noises because you ruined his hair.

•Old man gets tired fast so he won't be in the water for too long.

•He tries to keep his eyes off of other people but he can't help himself sometimes! If you catch him staring at someone, he reminds you that he loves you and only you.

•Will give you so many cuddles and acts of physical affection just to show you off.

•He will be pushing children's sand castles over.

•Absolutely will not build a sandcastle with you.

Stuart '2D' Pot

•He both loves and hates the beach.

•He loves it because he enjoys the water and all the fun activities you can do at a beach like building sand castles.

•But he hates it because of everything that happened at Plastic Beach.

•Speaking of sandcastles, PLEASE build one with him. He will be so happy.

•Will definitely love having a splash fight with you! Until you get water in his eye.

•Please don't mention whales, he will start to panic and there's a good chance he will start crying.

•If you cuddle him on the shore he will fall asleep. He can't help himself when the sun is so warm and you're so soft!

•If there's a popsicle stand nearby keep an eye on him. He will run over there and buy every sweet item he can, then devour them in a few minutes.

•He will refuse to bring an extra pair of clothes, if you don't bring an extra pair, there's a good chance he will get overstimulated because of the sand.

Russel Hobbs

•He doesn't like to swim in the ocean because of Plastic Beach.

•But he will stay on shore and watch you swim (if you want to swim).

•He will absolutely love to build a sandcastle with you!

•He will pack a little basket full of your favorite food so you can have a picnic on the beach!

•Russel will definitely try and catch a crab or two.

•If he does catch a crab he shows it to you and lets it go as soon as he can so he doesn't hurt it.

•Please sit in his lap, he loves to hold you while you're sitting in his lap.

•Expect a lot of forehead kisses.

Noodle

•She will bring pool floaties for sure.

•Especially the big obnoxious ones.

•Noodle will definitely build a sandcastle with you! But she will always ask you if she can smash it after.

•If you give her permission to smash the sandcastle, she will make little noises while she breaks it!

•When she's done breaking the sandcastle, she will always ask if you two can build another one.

•She likes to hold onto you, especially in public so that everyone knows that you are hers and aren't up for grabs.

•She especially loves to wrap her arm around your waist while you two walk.

•If anyone says you're friends or anything along those lines, she's quick to tell them that you're dating!

Ace Copular

•He likes going to the beach at night.

•If the beach closes before midnight, he has no problem with trespassing.

•He just loves to watch the stars with you while laying on the beach!

•He does like going to the beach during the daytime though.

•That's only because it's warm enough for you to wear less clothing.

•He will stare at you the whole time, no one else.

A.N.

I am still working on other requests! I just tend to get out headcanons faster!

#gorillaz #murdoc niccals #noodle gorillaz #russel hobbs #stuart pot #ace copular #2d x reader #noodle x reader #russel hobbs x reader #murdoc niccals x reader #ace copular x reader

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theroundbartable · 1 month

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I once had a friend who was a lesbian. This is only relevant because she kept complaining about how few characters in media were lesbian and why was everyone fine with gay men in media but not showing more lesbians.

When I watched bojack horseman, I told her that my favorite character was Todd Chavez because guess what? Ace rep, hell yeah. He was the first ace character I've ever seen in media, so I was overjoyed.

She also watched the show and then started complaining about why everyone seemed to like Todd because she found him annoying and anyways why do I even like him? Just because he's ace rep?

Yes. Yes that was the main reason.

What I'm trying to tell you with this story? Sometimes people are hypocrites. And it's okay to let go of these people.

You may be like: but this was only one thing. No, it wasn't. She was like this about everything. And I tried so hard to react to her complaints and make it better but it never worked.

I was talking too much about my siblings. I wasn't calling them by their names, thus confusing her. I was too emotional, I was like a roboter, I was too focused in class, then I was too distracted. I was too kind, too angry, too biased, too undecided, too peace seeking, then fighting too much. Too confident and too shy. I was a liar and too honest, she was angry that I didn't show her my music taste and when I showed her, she asked why I was listening to it at all, and in my attempts to redeem all these qualities of mine that were so bothersome, I broke myself, I limited myself and played out all the extremes.

There are people who will make you feel like you can only do wrong. And that is because there is no right path for people who want to control and manipulate you.

I loved her. I loved her so much I questioned my orientation. But I still had to let her go. And it's okay to miss these people, it's okay to be in pain. It's okay to break sometimes, because when the one smashing the pot is done with you, you can finally pick up the pieces.

#personal #advice #mental health

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24hlevi · 1 year

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chainsaw man characters (denji, power, aki, makima, & reze) x gn!reader

summary: the csm characters as stoners

warnings: language, drug usage (marijuana), suggestive in aki's

this was an impulsive decision but i did it anyway while working on reqs so here

also one of power's hcs repeated idk why my phone hates me 🤷‍♂️

denji -

- would probably die the first time he smoked pot, no matter what he smoked it from he will most likely pass out and not wake up for a good few hours

- cannot figure out a pipe like at all he just can't seem to hold it the right way or how long he's supposed to hold his thumb and then inhale he just cannot do it

- his favorite method is probably a bong like power, the bigger the better for him, he probably threw up the first time though from accidentally hitting it too hard 💀

- denji is okay with joints or blunts, but if you ask him to light it he will say he's worried of burning his face off with a lighter that close (fair tbh) so you always have to do it unfortunately

- he is probably clingy when he's high like reze, except he just lays his whole body on top of you, mumbling out incoherent sentences you can't even understand which is mainly just him saying how he loves you

- denji also gets more jealous easily when he's high, if he sees anyone looking at you in the slightest way he will tell them to back off even if they aren't interested in you at all because he can't differentiate the two when he's high

- denji probably got SUPER paranoid the first time he smoked, thinking there was devils when it was just power or just overthinking everything possible

- he probably smokes with you every few days, not every day but quite often even if he does nothing to help contribute the costs like a fucking scavenger

power -

- does not understand the rules of smoking with others like ashing the blunt before passing it, hitting it twice, or anything it's honestly embarrassing

- she loves hotboxing in a car or just the bedroom, claims it gets her higher faster and it does honestly so she's not wrong 🤷‍♂️

- is obsessed with those gas masks she put one on once and convinced you to buy one somehow and now she is always using it

- power seems like a bong girl to me idk she probably just gets really big ones with pretty designs and most likely one that glows in the dark because she's like a child and gets super excited over being able to see it in the dark

- do not ask this woman to grind down the weed, the one and only time you asked she poured all the buds on the tray and just...smashed them with her hands instead of using the grinder, needless to say she wasn't allowed to smoke with you for two weeks

- power is already a menace, but when she's high it's even worse, she will try to fight everyone no matter the reason, and she yells a lot more, it's a surprise you don't have hearing loss yet with how she screams every word she speaks

- if you were to hand her a blunt with a flavored wrap she would probably hit it once and then just eat the whole thing and then throw up because she literally ate the entire blunt 😐

- power probably smokes a lot after she realizes the effects it has on people, though she's also a scavenger like denji she does nothing to help not even cleaning the bong water for you 😒

aki -

- aki already smokes cigarettes, so he's familiar with the concept of smoking, but smoking pot is a completely different way of smoking than cigarettes to him

- he most likely started out with a joint or blunt, seeing as it's the closest he can get to a cigarette without actual tobacco

- aki probably likes flavored wraps better then cones because he likes having a taste rather than straight weed flavor

- he hates bongs, hates them because he can never seem to take a small hit off one and his head always hurts super bad after taking one hit because he can't control it 😭

- aki is probably okay with pipes, probably the sherlock ones though and nothing with a design on it like a marvel logo or some shit, just a small one that has no design is good for him

- when aki is high he is way more chill and calm when it comes to denji and power and is definitely more comfortable with you, even going as far as leaving little marks on your neck to express he wants something but won't actually say it

- aki also does become more emotional when he's high, he doesn't know or understand why it just happens, he will tear up at certain affectionate actions or when watching a movie and he gets really embarrassed after

- he already smokes cigarettes a lot, so this would be no different pretty much, he probably has one of those cool cases that holds two joints in one that he carries around or mixes them with his cigarettes in the box

makima -

- a blunt girlie there is no doubt about it, she loves all the flavors you can get and actually has a few favorites she really enjoys

- will pay for all of the supplies whenever you need more or just want something new, don't bother trying to pay she will do it anyways

- makima knows how to do o's with the smoke even if it's harder she does it perfectly like 😵‍💫

- on occasion she will use a pipe, though, but she despises bongs and any other method, mainly because bong water gets nasty fast and she doesn't want to bother cleaning it all the time (same ngl)

- everything is super organized and looks like every little thing has it's own place on the tray, she doesn't like when the tray gets a bunch of useless shit on it like stems and roaches from joints she will literally clean the whole thing just to make it look pretty again

- makima does enjoy a edible every once in a while when she's traveling and can't smoke, she usually gets gummies because they hit her faster than normal edibles made by someone else

- she has a roach clip thats probably like iridescent or multicolored or some shit because she likes using that than possibly burning her fingers

- makima doesn't smoke a whole lot, mostly just on her days off and after work but never before work or a business event of some sort, even though she doesn't change much when she is high

reze -

- when i say reze is clingy as hell when she's high i mean literally so fucking clingy 😭 she will be attached to you the whole time, playing with your fingers completely zoning out of everything else

- she probably has a cute little jar she stores the weed in with hearts on it or some shit and her tray is probably some sort of purple galaxy with a lid to cover the contents

- she will smoke out of anything, she doesn't really have a preference she likes all methods of smoking really but she leans towards pipes

- reze is also 10x more emotional when she's high, she could see a puppy on a tv show and would start sobbing uncontrollably leaving you a confused mess trying to help her feel better

- like denji, when she is high enough she will just lay on top of you while hugging you tightly, playing with your hair while ranting about how much she loves you

- she most likely has a collection of custom lighters in a drawer in the bedroom, she specifically likes the old school zipper lighters, probably with cool designs on them like butterflies or something

- reze probably makes really good edibles idk she's the one most likely to know how to bake in my opinion so if you buy the supplies she will make some and it's usually cake so she can decorate it and make it look pretty

- she probably smokes the most out of everyone excluding aki like on a daily she would be high constantly if it weren't for her job, her off days are spent laying in bed smoking and sleeping the whole time which she gets far more cuddly than normal on those days

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flowerwriter · 1 year

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~Heartslabyul Incorrect Quotes~

Riddle: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Deuce: It was Ace.

Cater: It was Ace.

Trey: Ace broke it.

Ace:

Ace: ...YOU PROMISED-

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Riddle: You're a loose cannon, Ace.

Ace: No, I'm not.I'm a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Trey: I think you play by your own rules.

Cater: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Riddle: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Ace: No, I'm just a reckless renegade.Deuce is a loose cannon.

Deuce: * smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Ace!

Cater: I'd say Deuce's more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose.That's an entirely different thing.

Trey: Now I'm just confused.Is Ace a loose cannon or not?

Riddle: All right, put on a pot of coffee.We're gonna get to the bottom of this.

Ace: *groans*

Deuce: Aw, man.

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Riddle: What’s something you guys are better than Ace at?

Deuce: Mario Kart.

Cater: Yeah, video games.

Trey: Emotional vulnerability.

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Riddle: Where's Ace, Deuce, and Cater?

Trey: They're playing hide and seek.

Riddle: Where?

Trey: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Deuce: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Trey: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Cater: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Ace: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Riddle: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Riddle : Favorite horror movie?

Trey: It

Cater: Saw

Ace: Annabelle

Deuce: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

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Riddle: My life's complicated enough and the last thing I need is more drama.

ADeuce: Hey, Housewarden

Riddle: Hello, drama.

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Ace: [Jumping from one trouble to another] Parkour.

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Website: Choose your password.

Trey: *Types Riddle*

Website: Password is too short.

Trey, wiping away a tear: I know

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Trey: Calm yourself Riddle, you are being far too unfair.

Riddle: And you are being far too forgiving.

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I don't remember where I got these from, but if I manage to remember I'll add the links or what not.

#ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #twisted wonderland #twst #twst incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #heartslabyul

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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CockTails in the Skyy! - Drink Recap

I made it through eight rounds of drinking, so I could get through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage. Below are the basic ingredients for each drink, links to the connected post rambling about each episode, and the drinking GIFs I used for each installment. Feel free to take the GIFs and the drink recipes to use as you'd like.

Bottoms Up!

Rum-Antics - Never Let Me Go (7.5/10)

spiced rum since I couldn't get Mekhong

smashed blueberries for that purple color that Nueng and Palm always had during their lovey-dovey scenes

ginger ale because I think Nueng was studying abroad in England, but if not . . . it is what it is

brown sugar and lime juice on the rim for class differences

Sun & Stars - Star in My Mind (7/10)

gin & tonic to balance the bitter and sweet of Daonuea and Khabkluen's dynamic

pineapple juice for that beach vibe

elder flower syrup and vanilla bean sugar on the rim to add to the sickly sugariness they expell

Jack Nasty - The Eclipse (8/10)

Jack Daniel's Honey Whiskey for Akk and Ayan's sweet yet intense dynamic

unfiltered apple cider for the A+ prefect jerk, Akk

lemon juice for the wrench in the system and Sour Patch kid, Ayan

honey and cinnamon on the rim for Kan and Thua

Purple Pair - Vice Versa (6/10, could've been 9/10)

Absolut vodka because vodka is my least favorite liquor (just like this show), but Absolut since much like this company, I'm gonna support my fellow queers no matter what

cranberry juice for Puen's pink(ish)

curaçao for Talay's blue

lavender syrup and rock candy on the rim for the wild switcheroo between calm and chaos

For Goodness' Sake - My School President (9/10)

sake for Chinzhilla's hot pot adventure

more white wine for all the whining and pining the Gun and Tinn did

lemons, limes, oranges, grapes, and apple slices for the sweetness overload (I was going to comment about the variation of fruits, but I don't know the crowd's feelings on the word, so . . . *takes a big sip directly from the bottle*)

Deja Brew - A Boss & A Babe (8/10)

dark coffee for our "tough" boss, Gun

vanilla brandy for the boss's babe, Cher

soy milk and ice for the men holding it together Tubtab and Jack

whipped cream and chocolate shavings for the disgustingly sweet Three and Zo

Sleigh What? - Bad Buddy (9.5/10 crossover with ATOTS)

champagne because all I hear is Jessie Ware's "Champagne Kisses" when I see these too

coconut water for episode 11's cake by the ocean (sex on the beach)

mint for that refreshing Pran smell that Pat loves

Christmas glass because it felt like Christmas getting that crossover and never forget Pat was shot on Christmas Eve!

Par-tea-ing Ways - A Tale of Thousand Stars (9.5/10 crossover with Bad Buddy)

tequila because I was saving my favorite liquor for my favorite series in this lineup

mango tea for those sachets that saved the village

chimoy and Tajín on the rim for that 🔥🔥🔥 Tian and Phupha bring

As usual,

Cheers, Queers!

#Our Skyy 2 #Cocktails in the Skyy #Cheers Queers!#CockTails in the Skyy Drink Recap

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dr-trafalgar-law · 26 days

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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

Rain pattered against the small kitchen window as you stood at the counter turning freshly mixed dough from the metal mixing bowl to the counter. Law wandered in yawning as he stopped at the coffee pot to fill his favorite mug. His silver gaze swayed over watching you knead the dough in front of you.

It was still a bit foriegn to see you cooking. You relaxed and focused on the task before you, sometimes even humming. He could see it was something you really loved and for some reason he enjoyed that. Satisfied with the dough you tore off a sheet of cling wrap and covered it placing it in the refrigerator to rest.

"Did you sleep?" your fiance asked taking a seat at the small table.

"More than I usually do," you moved to rinse the mixing bowl, "why?"

"You're up early cooking, just making sure that wasn't an all nighter."

"I just thought I'd make breakfast, I haven't been up much longer than you." setting the now clean bowl aside you pulled out a cutting board and knife.

"What are you making?"

You began dicing onions, garlic and bacon before adding them all to the skillet next to you, "A breakfast quiche. It's like a pie." Glancing over your shoulder you offered a small smile, "Don't worry there's no bread."

Law smirked slightly amused while you turned back to continue your task.

"Do you need any help?" he didn't know what made him offer and the way you paused told him you were just as surprised.

"Do you know how to cook?" you shot him an incredulous glance.

His eyes narrowed at your implication, "I've been responsible for feeding myself before and after we met."

"Hospital food doesn't count," you chuckled, "though I'll admit yours has exceptional cooks."

"Do you want my help or not?" he grumbled leaving the table to stand beside you.

"Ok, ok um," you hummed moving the mixing bowl and the carton of eggs in front of him, "you can crack six eggs in here and whisk them with some heavy cream, salt and pepper."

Taking an egg from the carton he gently cracked it against the edge of the bowl. Using one of his thumbs he tried prying the eggshell apart but instead smashed it dropping both the contents and the shell into the bowl.

An annoyed sigh deflated him.

You laughed grabbing a paper towel and handed it to him.

"Here, I'll show you a better way." you took the bowl and dumped it while he cleaned his hands and nodded.

Taking a new egg out you tapped it against the counter, "Crack it on a flat surface. The lip bowl pushes shells into the egg and makes things messier. Then place both of your thumbs on the weak spot and just pull it apart like this." cupping the shells into each other you tossed them in the trash.

"Alright," he muttered taking another and following your example.

"Perfect," you complimented, "you're a fast learner."

He only smirked and went on to the next while you pulled the resting dough from the fridge and began rolling it out into a perfect even circle. He could see you'd done this a million times. It was like second nature.

You rolled the dough up on the rolling pin and unrolled it over your pie tin before pressing it down and filling it with dry beans you kept in a jar in the cupboard. Finally you set it in the preheated oven and took your bacon off the stove to cool.

"You're putting beans in it?" he asked in an unexcited tone.

"Oh, no those are just for baking. They weigh the dough down and keep it from bubbling up." you added heavy cream to the cracked eggs for him while he rinsed his hands and nodded.

Once the pie crust was par-baked you removed it from the oven. Law clumsily whisked the egg mixture.

It was sort of amusing that both of you relied on your hands so much for your passions but with more than subtle differences. Law's motions were calculated and smooth, almost soft while yours were, strong, rough and littered with scars.

"That's good, thank you." you took the bowl from him and carefully poured it into the pie crust before adding you bacon mixture.

"No problem." he answered putting the whisk in the sink, "Anything else I can do?"

"Hmm, a fresh pot of coffee? Please?" you slid the pastry into the oven and began cleaning while Law got the coffee ready.

After getting your coffees fixed to your individual preferences and pulling the now cooked quiche from the oven you sat together at the kitchen table to eat. Law eyed it uncertainly as you placed a decent sized wedge on his plate before serving yourself.

Taking the first bite you hummed,"You did a great job."

He couldn't help the tiny simper that crossed his lips. You had never praised him before.

"I only mixed eggs." he shrugged off the warm feeling creeping over him.

"That's the main ingredient." you chuckled, "Go ahead try it. Things you aren't fond of or think you don't like always taste better when you've put in the work. I missed out on lots of good stuff as a kid."

Slowly he took a bite and nodded acknowledging his appreciation, "It's not bad."

"I'll take that as a positive review." you sipped your coffee, "What time do you want to leave?"

His silver gaze swayed to the clock on the microwave, it was almost nine AM, "I'd like to get there around noon."

"Should I pack some snacks for the road?"

"Olympia is only a little over an hour from here, I don't think we'll need it."

"Alright, but I did make some treats for when we get there." you continued eating.

He raised a brow,"What did you make?"

"Nothing crazy, just baklava and these cute little fruit turn overs, oh, and some onigiri."

His expression shifted to surprise, "I thought you weren't up that much longer than me?"

"Well, it was more to calm myself before bed." you shrugged, "Cooking destresses me."

He was glad that you found a way to deal with your anxiety. He'd rather have a house filled with baked goods than constant panic attacks, though the past week had been panic free for both of you.

"Alright," you pushed away from the table and picked up your empty plate, "I'm going to go get cleaned up. How casual should I be?"

Law blinked, "Just be comfortable I guess."

You nodded and retired to your room to shower and change.

A little over an hour later you emerged dressed in a vneck floral printed t-shirt paired with a long cardigan, black distressed jeans and navy vans. Your hair was french braided into pigtails - a common style you wore at the bakery to keep your hair from your face and out of the food.

Law was sitting on the sofa wearing a navy flannel with black jeans and black leather boots. He looked over you stopping to notice you'd covered the very light circles under your eyes and brightened your cheeks. The eyeshadow you'd chosen played into the color of your irises making them more vibrant.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked starting to feel insecure under his gaze.

"What?" he blinked and glanced away, "No, you just don't normally wear makeup that color. It looks nice."

Warmth bloomed across your face, "Ah thanks, it's my favorite so I try not to use it all up."

You shifted and looked toward the kitchen not knowing what to do with his compliment. It wasn't much, but it was the first time he'd said anything about your appearance - though you'd clock his gaze on you often.

"I should get the food packed up so we can go." you started to walk into the other room when Law stood.

"I took care of it while you were getting ready." he pointed to a small blue cooler by the door.

"Oh, thanks."

"No problem," he murmured taking his keys from the hook by the entry way, "Let's get going."

Part of the drive was along the water, though you couldn't see much through the mist and rain. Eventually you passed a sign announcing your arrival to Olympia. With a bay on one side and mountains on the other you knew it had to be a gorgeous place when the weather most associated with the Pacific Northwest cooperated.

It had been quiet but comfortable in the car. You asked a few questions that Law didn't mind answering. He was a patient driver keeping the music low and both hands on the wheel. This was a pleasant change from the speed demons you were used to riding around with.

"This is it." Law stated pulling down a narrow dirt path.

The property was surrounded by moss covered trees and big round bushes.

"Wow." you breathed rather taken aback by the scenery.

Finally you came to a stop in front of a small red brick cottage with ivy taking over the west facing wall. A familiar tall blonde hopped up from his seat on the porch dropping his cigarette and slipping as he tried to snuff it with his shoe.

Law let out a sigh.

Before you could say a word your door was flung open, "You must be F/N, it's so nice to finally meet you!"

#closure #lyndsyh24 #one piece #slow burn #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #x reader #18+ mdni #marco the phoenix #fem reader

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analoceits · 8 months

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raven wings chapter one: spiraling smoke

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note: ahh im super excited this is finally out!! massive and i mean massive thanks to Oatmeal_Archive, also known as @oatmeat-stans-the-trash-rat on tumblr and ChaosIsMyName, both of my beta readers for this fic!! they were both AMAZING moral support and oatmeal is a grammar wizard tbh. check out their stuff, they’re great writers!!

tags: Wings, Logic | Logan Sanders-centric, Winged Logic | Logan Sanders, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood, Minor Body Horror, Minor Gore, Religious Guilt, Morally Neutral Morality | Patton Sanders (hes well intentioned just.. a bit messy), Light Sides As Family (Sanders Sides) (they care about eachother sm)

The wings shot out of his back like spiraling towers of smoke, and in the blurry bathroom mirror - they might as well have been. Logan carefully traced his fingers to where they poked out of his back, right under his shoulder blades and felt the muscles. They were real.

He didn’t hesitate before raising them in the air, arching over his head like a deep shadow in the dark light. He bit his tongue to stop himself from gasping out loud with his shock. It looked like a biblical portrait.

He ran his fingers over the dark feathers while thinking back to what could’ve caused this - to be fair, he didn’t have many leads. When he had woken up like this, he didn’t even realize he had wings at first. He could’ve sworn it was one of Virgil’s thick weighted blankets he often borrowed (not that he needed it), but he realized when he sat up.

They were real, that was at least proven - considering how as he stumbled to the bathroom, one of the wings dragging behind him knocked into the table and one of Patton's favorite plants smashed to the floor. He was lucky it was easy to clean up, and the pot was only a little cracked.

He let the wings fall back down to his sides, slightly rocking with their sheer weight. They were much more dense and strong then he had previously imagined. He hadn’t previously thought he could actually fly with them, but with this realization - there was a possibility.

He gripped as tightly as he could along the edge of the counter, and started to flap them as strongly as he could. The muscles themselves were young, and therefor weak. Despite this, after a second he was barely putting weight on his feet, and next thing he knew he was in the air.

He levitated just briefly, not breathing at all for that silent second. Then the wings gave out. He crashed back to the tile floor, scrambling to hoist himself up with the bathroom counter. It definitely bruised his ribs in the process (ow), but facing himself in the mirror - he couldn’t stand to count it as a disappointment.

He set himself back up right and let his thoughts flow. These were not.. particularly planned for, mayhaps, but they weren’t the worst possible change in the Mindscape. Really, the sheer convenience of them was worth their existence all on its own.

He also spared a thought for the possibility of the other sides’ reaction. Despite how emotionless he was, the thought of their wonder made something deep in his chest burn like a lit candle. He could imagine Patton awwing and oohing over the wings, while Roman insisting it was good potential for ‘adventuring’, and even perhaps Virgil finding solace in the thought that it was a safety net for Logan.

Though, for all he knew, these were an impermanent change. The mindscape did not often pull stunts like this. Despite the fact that the sides had small varieties, in the end, they all mostly resembled Thomas. Did any side even have any changes this significant, like animal features- oh.

Oh.

How had he forgotten?

(Thomas was young at the time. Patton and Janus were in charge, but it was more arbitrary then anything - they were all the same age in the end. King had seemed older, seemed more in charge, but now it was just the twins - with big eyes and little hands just like the rest of them.

There was distant yelling, and despite how far the voices were, there was no question who it was. Logan put his book down on his lap and looked up. Roman stared at him from across the room and frowned with concern. Jan and Pat had been arguing more recently. Logan nodded at the implicit question, getting up and taking Roman by the hand as they wondered down the hall.

The words became clearer as they became closer.

“I’ve told you that lying isn’t worth it, Jan.. Thomathy’s in trouble and I don’t know how long it’s gonna last!” Patton practically wailed, throwing his arms out through his distress and desperation. He was always emotional in these scenarios.

“You’re acting like I pushed it over myself. It is not that serious of an infraction, Patton. His parents will get over it!” Janus snapped back, arms tucked over his chest and face furrowed with his anger.

Thomas had knocked it over earlier while they were playing. Their mother had valued it a lot, but Thomas thought he could hide it by cleaning it up, with the encouragement of Janus. He got a shard stuck in his hand in the process, and their parents were now worried and furious.

Patton hadn’t coped well. Any time when they were in trouble, or needed to get treatment, he was the most upset. Thus, the intersection was the worst possible scenario. It made sense as he was the center for Morality and Emotions; he was prone to being upset. Nobody blamed him for that. The main issue was that he projected that onto Janus.

Logan turned to face Roman, who gave a steady nod as the argument droned on around them. Despite being the most ‘mature’, and therefor heads of house (so to speak). Janus and Pattons’ arguments could get ugly, fast. The other sides luckily had learned how to separate them in these scenarios and avoid such problems.

Logan motioned that he would take Janus and Roman could take Patton, their usual arrangement. Roman nodded in agreement. Logan was about to step in so they could object to this, but then he stopped. No. Something was wrong.

“Why are you acting so cold-blooded-” Patton yelled, his eyes welling up with angry tears, and Janus’s expression dropped. Despite everything - he hated such insults to a special degree. As if he didn’t care, as if he didn’t try, he would say every time.

Then, it happened. Scales tore through the skin under his eye and seemed to envelops half his face one quick go. His right eye was like a snakes, gold with a thin black slit. His teeth sharpened to little blades in his mouth.

The silence was overwhelming, and the tension in the air was so palpable Logan could barely breath. He felt Roman’s hand tighten in his, and he gripped back the best he could. Patton clamped his hands over his mouth and slowly paced back, hovering over Roman and Logan protectively in the process.

Janus’s expression went from pure single-minded anger and to confusion, then fear just as the rest of them. He spun his head around behind him for a second, clearly looking for the threat, before he put a hand on his own face. Then, he felt the scales.

He opened his mouth, and even now Logan wondered what he had planned to say - an apology? An explanation? Maybe he was planning to beg with Patton, or maybe he would of never been able say anything at all. It didn’t matter, of course, because Patton cut him off.

Patton clasped his hands together in front of his face, turned his head down and started to pray. He prayed quietly, as always. Once Logan asked him to explain why, and he said that he already had God in his heart - he didn’t need to speak anywhere else. Logan thought it cowardice, but he didn’t say so. Of course, that didn’t matter now - it didn’t take a genius to guess which prayer he was saying.

I come to Your refuge with joy for You shelter me against the attack of the Devil. Protect me, O Lord, from the craftiness of the enemy, and save me from his evil plots.

It was one of Patton's favorite prayers.

Janus stared, and Logan knew he wasn’t the only one to guess the prayer correctly then. Soft anger rested upon his expression. He hissed something under his breath - Logan couldn’t hear it, but Patton must have, because he turned his head up and stopped praying. The look was indecipherable.

Then Janus walked out, hands in fists but head held as high as always. Patton paced back to his room without even seeming to have seen Logan or Roman, and they both ran to their room after. Virgil, Janus, and Remus’s rooms were gone the next morning.)

.. Maybe these weren’t an act of the mindscape. These types of events, with the context of the incident with Janus, seemed to be after negative events. Nothing had occurred. (It was nothing.) This was simply just an accident, or glitch, possibly.

It was nothing that adjusting his form couldn’t fix. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, tracing his fingers along where the wings poked out of his skin. His flesh seemed to crackle as he tried to push the wings back into himself, letting the bones and muscle nestle into his back.

After a long, awkward moment of this, his skin wrapped back over itself and he placed a palm where the wing once sprouted from. Nothing.

He opened his eyes again and released a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he still was faced with nothing. He took a few deep breaths, glad that the problem was resolved. He shoved it back into the far corners of his memory. It was noth-

Then he felt it. Burning fire under his skin as bones and feathers reformed into one, with no care or consideration for the rest of his body, tearing muscles apart and shoving his ribs to the side. He covered his mouth, and when that wasn’t enough, he dragged his blunt nails against his cheeks in a desperate attempt to stay silent.

He tried his best to focus and attempted to disperse the wings once more, stop them from reforming desperately, lest they break through his skin. His entire back burned with pain at the attempt. He was sent careening downwards, gripping onto the counter for dear life.

He bit his bottom lip and before he knew it, blood was welling up in his mouth. Every attempt to try and calm himself, breath deeply or count, eventually just made it worse. He gasped and choked on air, while his lungs desperately strained to keep function. The pain was unbearable.

Virgil - Virgil had told him that after the incident, but before they left the Lightscape, Janus tried to get rid of the scales. Only once. Only once because the first time taught him to not try again, then Virgil had refuse to elaborate farther. Logan understood what he meant now.

The black wings finally broke through his skin and it took everything in Logan’s body to not scream at the top of his lungs. The world swam around him as he felt blood well up around the wings and drip down his back. He spit blood into the sink, and his entire body shook.

The pain slowly eased off of him until he could think again. He propped his head up in his hands and looked up, facing himself in the mirror. The wings were limp against his back, but now he could see the blood on them. They felt more like the burnt and charred wings of a fallen angel instead of anything biblical. He could practically hear Patton’s response, telling him he had fallen from grace. But.. maybe he didn’t have to be aware.

He cleaned the rest of the blood off of himself as gently as he could, before heading back to his room through the dark. He tucked the wings tight against his back and made a point to not spare the cracked flowerpot a guilty glance. After a few achingly long minutes of shuffling through his possessions as the sun rose, he got what he needed and returned to the bathroom.

He spread the items out on the counter, assessing them all equally. A typical black collar shirt of his, a tie, and a laced corset that Roman had left him. He picked up the corset. This could work.

He sinched the corset around himself with steady hands, tucking the wings underneath. Pain flared up and burst through the bloody things, which objected to being tucked so tightly. He bit his lip raw in the process, but by the end the wings were tucked sturdy against his back, if a bit painfully.

Then, he dawned the shirt and tie, and tried his best to see through all angles in the mirror.

It wasn’t the best disguise, that was to be sure. The wings poked out a little, harsh little spikes of bone against his shirt, but that was just because he knew what he was looking for. The other sides, even if they noticed the odd shape, would be unlikely to comment on it. At least, he hoped.

He barely registered the noise of Roman sitting up, and taking his usual morning stretch with an average amount of dramatic flourish. It was his turn to make breakfast, after all. Biting back his reservations, he fled to the kitchen.

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“Popstar Padre - is it really worth it to give Janus a ‘fair place at our table’?” Roman ranted between thick bites of waffle, waving his fork like any weapon. “No offense, but the snake isn’t exactly the fair and friendly type that I want influencing Thomas.”

Patton wrung his hands, staring to the side, then down, then at the table. Anywhere but at Roman. Virgil looked between the two, with semi-wide eyes waiting for movement, before sighing deeply like he realized the task at hand.

“Sorry Ro- actually, not sorry at all, but got to agree with Pat on this one.” Roman’s face practically dropped to the core of the earth, looking like the world’s most kicked puppy, but Virgil continued without a hitch. “Janus can be.. the worst, definitely, but he’s getting better. We got to.. ugh, give him a chance, like you gave me.” Virgil’s face curled up like he was being forced to eat dirt with every word he spoke.

Roman snapped out a response, pointing his fork with an accusatory glare. Logan happily tuned out the words, for once content to fade into the background of a debate. The wings continuously shuffled underneath the corset, so having less eyes on him was for the better.

The argument droned on around him, like he was a rock in a river. Silently, for once, he ate his breakfast. Nobody noticed him and that was for the best. With luck, these would simply disappear in a week or two, and nobody would ever know-

“Lo?” The voice was thick with concern, and he nearly bit his tongue off attempting to not flinch. He hesitated, and then very carefully drew his attention back up to Virgil. His heart dropped at the mix of worry and suspicion that rested on his face.

“Yes?” He asked, after choking down a quick bite of pancake. The wings shuffled under the corset, and he cursed his stupid fleshform. Then Virgil put a hand on his shoulder, directly above the wings. He cursed existence, trying to keep the new muscles locked still.

“You’re quiet. You aren’t usually quiet. What’s wrong?” The words made Logan spare Patton and Roman a glance - knowing if they even got the slightest hint he was in any way, shape or form, wrong they’d get worried too. For once, seeing them continue on with their bickering was a blessing.

“I was making up for a small error in Thomas’s editing schedule last night and stayed up a little later than intended. I am simply tired from such activities.” The lie slipped out of his throat like honey. He was sure, with his luck, that Janus was about to pop up behind him.

There was a moment of silence, with Virgil practically glaring into his very soul. Thankfully, he oh so slowly he let go, suspicion still written on his face nonetheless. “Take a nap later. I mean it too, Lo. You aren’t Remy - you can’t do all nighters like that.” His expression softened slightly, and he turned to take a bite of pancake - instead ending up butting into Patton and Roman’s debate once more.

Logan practically breathed all of his lungs out and then some with his relief. His heart was pounding like a war drum. The wings shuffled awkwardly under the corset, trying to find a comfortable resting position again.

It was alright, he reminded himself with the logical part of his brain; Virgil was unaware. Realistically, Virgil would be the one of the light sides to care the least about his.. er, sudden change, but he’d rather not risk it either way, considering that the other option would be him caring the most.

(“You’re just like that fucking snake.”)

He shook his head to clear the thoughts from his skull, and the wings awkwardly ruffled once more under the leather. He was honestly shocked he hadn’t accidentally cramped one of them at this rate.

And then he felt a pair of eyes burning into his back. He didn’t dare look up, because he knew it was Virgil; he knew looking up would just make things worst for him.

Virgil slowly spoke, not like Logan couldn’t understand, but as if he struggled to form words. “Did-,” he hissed and Logan thanked God it was quiet, “did something just move under your shirt?” Fear laced his tone like a thick blanket, and Logan’s muscles tightened slightly.

He turned to face Virgil, carefully angling himself so the wings could fold behind his back and Virgil couldn’t see them. “Nothing moved under my shirt,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows in his best concerned expression. He felt like Janus with this much lying, “Virgil, how much did you sleep last night?”

Virgil scrunched up his face, making it very clear he didn’t believe a word that came out of Logan’s mouth. “No, no no nope,” he popped the ‘P’ for extra effect, “listen, Lo, I’ve already gone down the whole ‘did you sleep enough last night’ she-bang with Janus. That doesn’t work on me.” He insisted.

“It isn’t a trick,” he insisted as calmly as he could, putting his hands up and leaning back slightly for the best kindly demeanor he could give off, “I’m just saying that insomnia, or lack of sleep, can cause minor visual hallucinations - such as seeing something move under ones shirt, and I am aware you’ve struggled with such in the past.”

Virgil stared at him as hard as he could. Logan’s heart twisted with guilt as he watched Virgil’s expression drop, and he seemed to convinced himself that Logan was right and he was just seeing things. “Sorry,” he muttered, and turned back to his dish.

“It’s quite alright.” Logan insisted, turning back to his food himself just as quickly. It was for the best, he reasoned. No reason to tell Virgil and have him in charge of such a big secret, considering his anxiety.

They ate in silence for what felt like an infinite eternity. Though, Logan knew logically it could’ve only been five, ten minutes more. The argument between Patton and Roman slowly fizzled out, neither of them none the wiser to Logan and Virgil’s.. disagreement.

He finished his plate and got up, calmly announcing as he headed to the sink, “I believe the chore chart indicates that it’s Virgil turn to do the dishes, correct?” He asked, quickly rinsing off his plate.

Virgil nodded and said, “Yeah. I’ll get them once I’m done.” His voice was still the barest bit somber, and Logan could feel the way his eyes traced Logan’s back.

Logan gave him one last acknowledging glance and ducked down, before crumbling back to his bed. He automatically snapped his shirt and the corset off in one moment. The wings splayed out, exhausted and sore. He covered his face while they stretched.

He turned over and put his arms out. He counted each glow-in-the-dark star on his ceiling and felt every single feather already out of angle. The agitation was unbearable, and he could only pray this was a temporary curse. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up.

#sanders sides #tss #ts sides #sasi #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #ts logan #ts roman #ts virgil #ts patton

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country-lee215 · 1 year

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Ain’t Goin Nowhere

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“How’s our favorite bartender doin’ today?” Luke grinned, leaning against the bartop at the Boar’s Nest.

Y/N gave a small shrug and continued to stack the empty glasses. “I’m alright.”

Smiling, Bo stretched to press a kiss to her cheek. When he pulled away, however, his smile was gone. “Are you feelin’ alright, baby? You’re awfully warm.”

“I’m okay,” she protested as Luke tried to press the back of his hand against her forehead.

“Bo’s right, you’re pretty hot, darlin’,” Luke said, concern evident on his face. “I don’t think you should be workin’ today.”

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “Boys, I’m fine.”

There was a loud crash from behind them, the sound of one of the drunker customers tripping over a chair and falling, toppling a table as he did so and smashing a few beers on the ground.

One of Y/N’s hands flew to her temple, eyes squeezing shut as she winced. Bo’s shoulders slumped in concern, the sad expression he wore a rarity to see on his face.

“Take her out to the car,” Luke said, turning to Bo. “I’ll tell Boss she’s sick.”

“Bo,” Y/N started.

Bo didn’t listen. He walked behind the bar and scooped her up, situating her in his arms before starting to take her back out front. Luke tossed her a soft smile as she passed. Y/N didn’t smile back, keeping up a steady stream of complaints as Bo carried her out, but Luke noticed how she looped her arms around his neck and relaxed against his chest.

Luke jogged over to the back room, knocking lightly before opening the door. “Hey, Boss?”

“What?” Boss snapped, not looking away from his calculator. He continued to punch numbers into the machine, watching as they typed out across the paper.

“Y/N’s not feelin’ too great,” Luke said, nodding back to the bar. “Bo and I are gonna take her home, we just thought we should let you know.”

Boss Hogg turned to look at him, concern quite obvious on his face. “Y/N’s sick?”

Luke nodded. “Yessir, she’s got a fever. A headache too from the looks of it. Bo’s carryin’ her out to the General Lee right now.”

J.D. bit his lip, glancing back at his calculator for a moment. “Alright. You take her home and make sure she gets some rest. She’s one of my best bartenders.”

“Will do,” Luke said, giving the man a small smile. “Thanks, Boss.”

He gave a sharp nod and went back to punching numbers in. “Now get out of here.”

Luke chuckled and pulled the door closed behind him as he left.

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“Lost Sheep to Shepherd, Lost Sheep to Shepherd, come in Shepherd,” Luke said into the CB radio, glancing over at Bo and Y/N in the passenger seat as he took the backroads to the Duke farm.

“This is Shepherd.”

“Shepherd, we picked up Lamb from the Boar’s Nest,” Luke explained. “She’s got a high fever and a headache. Honestly, she’s not looking too good.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N grumbled, picking her head up from where it was laying against Bo’s chest.

Bo used his chin to gently nudge her head back down. “We know baby, we know.”

“You better bring her over then, I’ll start a pot of soup. We’ll get some liquids in her and she’ll be good as new.”

“Read ya loud and clear Shepherd,” Luke said. “We’ll be home in about five minutes.”

“10-4, Luke. See y’all when ya get here.”

As Luke stretched to hang the radio back up, Y/N sat bolt upright in Bo’s lap.

“Pull over.”

“Are you-,”

“Luke, pull over.”

Luke did so, and before he could even throw the General Lee in park, Y/N was scrambling out the window. Bo tried his best to help her out without getting kicked. Y/N managed to get her feet under her and took a few steps into the grass before falling to her knees and retching.

Luke was sliding out of the window a second later, jogging to Y/N and kneeling at her side. He talked softly as she continued to puke in the grass, hand rubbing over her back as her chest heaved.

Bo let out a groan, running a hand over his face before reaching for the CB radio. “Shepherd? If you’ve still got your ears on, me and Luke are gonna be a little late. Y/N’s throwing up on the side of the road.”

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“Easy does it,” Luke said, gently lowering Y/N into his bed. “Easy does it.”

Bo stood in the doorway, watching over the two with a nervous expression. “You want me to get the soup from Daisy?”

“No,” Luke said. He brushed some of Y/N’s hair out of her face. “I’ve got it. Help her with the blankets and stuff alright? Get her comfortable.”

“Yeah, alright.” Bo crossed the room and started to pull the blankets up and over Y/N as Luke slipped out into the hallway.

She let out a tired groan and lightly kicked out, hindering his progress.

“It’s alright,” Bo murmured. “Calm down, honey. Just tryin’ to help.”

“Bo,” she whined, reaching out for him.

The blond gave her a warm smile and took her hand in his, scattering kisses across her knuckles. “You’ve got a fever, Luke and I are tryin’ to get it to break, so we can get you back to normal.”

“Soup’s on,” Luke said, walking into the room with a tray balanced in his hands. There was a steaming bowl of soup in the middle with a small plate of crackers on the side. Uncle Jesse followed behind him, Daisy hovering in the doorway.

“How’re ya feelin’ Y/N?” Jesse asked as Bo helped Y/N sit up. Luke sat down on the edge of the bed, situating the tray on his thigh.

“Terrific,” Y/N muttered, eyes closing as stars erupted in her head at the sudden movement.

“Thought so,” the old man said with a smile. “I’ll get you a cold cloth, we’ll get that fever down.”

“Did you want any clothes to change into?” Daisy offered. “Work clothes aren’t too comfortable, I know. I can give you some of mine if you’d like, but I’m sure the boys are more than willin’ to give you theirs.”

Y/N nodded and sent her a weak smile, leaning more heavily into Bo’s side as he sat down on her other side. “Thanks, Daisy. I’m okay.”

“I’ll let you get some rest then,” she said, giving them one last smile before walking back down the hallway.

“Soup or crackers?” Luke asked.

“I don’t want anything,” Y/N complained. “I’m not hungry.”

“We know,” Bo said, smoothing his hand over Y/N’s hair. “But ya gotta eat something.”

Luke lifted the bowl of soup and his spoon, a small smile on his lips. “Just a few spoonfuls?”

Y/N let out a slow sigh but nodded.

“Atta girl,” Luke praised.

The boys managed to get her to eat a few spoonfuls of the warm soup, murmuring praise and encouragement as she swallowed each mouthful. Bo pressed periodic kisses to her temple, arm looped gently around her waist. As Luke offered her another spoonful, Y/N shook her head, the queasy look returning to her face.

“Easy, easy,” Luke said, quickly pushing the tray off his lap and onto the bed before stretching to grab the trash can from his bedside. He placed it in front of Y/N a second before she puked again.

“Let it out,” Bo said softly. He pulled her hair back and out of the way, trying his best to keep her as clean as possible. “Just let it out, baby, you’re alright.”

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Bo and Luke stood outside the closed bedroom, talking quietly as Y/N changed clothes inside. They’d cleaned up the vomit and pushed the half-eaten soup and crackers off to the side, promising her that they wouldn’t make her anything else for the time being. They all knew she’d have to try to eat again later, but none of them were in any rush.

Luke offered up one of his soft button-down flannels for her to change into, something she took gratefully. To give her some privacy, they stepped outside.

“I don’t like seeing her like this,” Bo muttered, letting out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Neither do I,” Luke said. “But we’re doing all we can to help her.”

“I know.”

The door opened and both of them turned, attention falling back to Y/N instantly. She had donned Luke’s shirt, the hem falling past her work shorts.

“Hey,” Luke murmured, pulling her into a tight hug. “How’re ya feelin’?”

“Tired,” she said, voice muffled as she pushed her face further into Luke’s chest.

Bo pressed his hand to her back, stepping forward so she was gently sandwiched between the two boys. “Ya wanna take a nap? Get some rest?”

She nodded.

Luke shifted, moving so he could press his cheek to her forehead. She was still warm, warmer than she should’ve been. Hopefully, the nap would finally get her fever to break, and then they’d be able to get some food in her.

“Let’s get ya to bed, darlin,” he murmured, pulling back. Bo leaned over to drop a kiss to her forehead and Luke walked back into the bedroom, Y/N shuffling along behind him with Bo at her side.

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Bo let out a soft sigh, fingers running up and down Y/N’s arm draped across his chest. He couldn’t move much, that was the price to pay for cramming three people into Luke’s bed, but there wasn’t anywhere Bo would rather be.

He was lying on his back, Y/N resting half on top of him with her face buried in his shoulder. Luke had tucked himself behind her, a protective arm across her waist. They were both asleep, breathing evenly as Luke’s fingers subconsciously drew patterns into her hip.

“You boys are gonna get sick,” Uncle Jesse said from the doorway.

Bo lifted his head to look at his uncle, trying not to upset Y/N. It hadn’t taken her long to fall asleep once they were all situated in the bed, but she kept waking up every so often, murmuring incomprehensibly. Bo blamed it on fever-induced dreams.

“We know.”

Jesse smiled. “Guess it’s a little too late to try and keep you two away from her, hmm?”

Chuckling, Bo let his head fall back against the pillows. Y/N let out a small noise and cuddled closer to his side, stretching to push her face into the crook of his neck. Luke slid closer, pressing up along her back.

“Go to sleep, Bo,” the old man said. “Nothing’ll happen to her, she’s got the two of you right there with her. Get some rest.”

Bo smiled to himself. Uncle Jesse always seemed to know what he was thinking. “Yessir,” he said.

Uncle Jesse gave the trio one last fond look before he turned the lights off and pulled the door closed, heading back down the hallway. Bo could faintly hear him talking to Daisy about the three of them.

“Bo,” Y/N whispered.

“Right here,” he replied in a soft tone, fingers pausing on her arm and holding tight to her wrist. He prepared himself to find the trash can again if she needed it or to get out of the bed and walk to the kitchen to get her something else to eat or drink.

“Stay.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before tugging her closer. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, baby.”

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 5)

Previous Episode ♡ Next Episode iyyaa :) The way I've written Johnny might be a little different. I like to imagine him as someone very passionate, someone who has a hard exterior but super squishy soft interior. So fluff warning? Teeth rotting sweet warning…? I hope you enjoy it <3 Completed series :) Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 3,736 Warnings: MDNI, alcoholism, rape, murder, manipulation, rough sex

I slam the door shut in her face, I adore her so much, it makes me hate her guts. I can't see her hurting, and knowing that I'm the one causing it, there is no other solution but to save her from me. I stand by the door with my palms flat on the wooden surface. I hear her dusting herself off and my palms turn into fists as a tear falls from my eyes. I roughly wiped it away, it's ridiculous. I've never let any victim leave before, this could be the end of my family. I almost ruined her the way I ruin everything in my life.

I hear her sobbing and it's making my heart break but im doing her a favor, I can't back off now. I hear her footsteps fade away and for a second I contemplate if I should swing the door open and run after her. Turn her around, kiss her desperately and pull her back inside, trap her with a chain attached to my couch so that she’ll never leave. I can't bring myself to do it and once I couldn't hear her footsteps anymore, I let out a scream that made my own ears bleed. I kick the food that I had put on the floor earlier and it goes flying, hitting the wall and the kitchen counter tops that she had spent hours cleaning.

I look around my shack and see reminders of her everywhere, I hate her. I grab the porcelain plate she was eating from and smash it against the wall. Frustrated and screaming, I grab the pots and pans and throw them all over the room. I pull out the cabinets filled with silverware and more plates and chuck it across the floor. I grab the flowerpots and make sure the dirt spreads everywhere when I throw it towards the stove. No matter how much I mess up my room, nothing was helping. I felt hopeless and in a last attempt to feel something other than shame and hurt, I threw my fist full force though the wooden walls of my shack and broke straight through it like butter.

Feeling defeated I lean my back against the wall I just punctured and slid down to the floor. I let out one last scream before resting my head in my palms. And I just sat there. for hours straight, afraid I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

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I woke up the next morning in the same place where I had broken down last night. I make my way towards the sink to splash some cold water on my face. I need something to keep my mind off her, and I do it the only way I know how. But I had to wait until sundown, everyone was either sleeping or busy at work during this time. I hear someone knocking on my door. The knocks were somewhat gentle but rhythmic, I knew it was sissy. She is being her chipper self but I don't feel like entertaining her right now. I see her holding my breakfast through my window, sometimes she brings me food. I assume she heard my screams last night and this was her way of being there for me. I can’t take it now and just ignore her, hoping she’ll leave. “I made your favorite, Johnny!” I hear her cheery voice yell for me, it does nothing but annoy me. “I don't want to deal with you right now” I say in a monotone voice. I don't have time caring about her feelings right now, I have to get things off my mind.

I see her shadow slowly fade away, holding my plate. I never blew off her like that but I don't feel like seeing anyone right now. I open the fridge and see the sight she would've seen last night, the very sight that made her flinch when I reached out for her. I grab my six-pack of beer and slam the door shut, almost breaking it.

The remainder of the day I sit on the couch drinking beer, one after another. I can't feel my head and it was a perfect temporary solution. You look at the clock hanging on the wall, ‘9:47 PM’... perfect. I'm no lightweight. I handle alcohol very well and I stood up without any problems. I tuck my knife into my jeans and exit the shack

I get in my car and light my cigarette. I turn on the ignition and find myself looking to my right. She was sitting right there… i carried her fragile body in my arms, i made sure to carry her extra careful. She felt like a porcelain doll, one wrong move could break her and it was my responsibility to make sure she stayed whole. I turn my head back towards the windshield and put my right arm behind the passenger headrest to back up the car out of the driveway.

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I enter the same bar I met her in. I stand by the entrance scanning the room for her, she’s not here. I take a seat by the bar and order a whisky. I look straight ahead in the mirror and see my own reflection. My usual clean shaven face, now had short stubs of hair, my hair unkempt, i don't even recognise myself. My whiskey arrives, I lift it to my lips and before I set down the glass. A woman caught my attention in the reflection, she looks like her. I continue staring, trying to confirm whether or not it could actually be her. It wasn't… but it was good enough.

I finish my whisky in one big gulp, wipe off some of the alcohol off my mouth and turn around to head her way. She has the same long black hair, similar body, her laugh was different and her eyes carried some resemblance. Who am I kidding? they were barely comparable. No other sets of eyes in the world could make you feel the way hers did. You walk up to her, not breaking the gaze you had on her.

“Hey there darlin’ I thought you were mighty fine, fancy a dance?” My voice is low, i know how girls are. They won't respond well to insinuations of intimacy right away, you had to ease them into it. She blushes and looks over to her two friends, asking for permission to leave. They giggle as a response and seem happy i approached them. She stretched out her hand. “Why, if you insist” she looks at me with lust filled eyes, it was too easy. “I do” i simply say and grab her stretched out hand to lead her to the dance floor. The dance floor had a couple of people dancing, some friends and some lovers. There were enough people to have us swallowed into the crowd.

I looked into her eyes and I was right. It doesn't feel like her, the closer you get to her, it doesn't smell like her, it doesn't look like her. I pull myself together and put both my hands on her waist swaying to the music. It was a calm song, one made for people to fall in love. I see a glint of hope in her eyes, thinking she might have found the one for her. I will be the one to watch it fade away as I slide my knife deep inside her, watch the sparks die, and take her with them. “I've never met a girl as beautiful as you ma’am”, I lie, she blushes looking to the ground to hide it. I couldn't take looking at her any longer.

I pull her in and rest my chin on her head, holding her to my body. I close my eyes and imagine her, imagine her in my arms. I remember the way she felt when I held her as she cried. I had sworn to keep my doll whole, but I broke her. I didn't deserve to have her. It was good that she was gone. I feel the nameless woman’s head turn to her side, listening to my broken heart. I pull away, “can i kiss you darlin’?” I look down on her with a tilted head and a small smirk growing on my face.

She glides her hands to my shoulders and without a word, leans in for a kiss. Her lips feel soft but not softer, I feel her tongue trying to invade my mouth and I reluctantly invite it in. Imagining her, I pull her closer by the waist and the kiss gets passionate, I see her now. I take turns sucking on her bottom and top lip as we rotate our heads to have our kiss get deep and personal. I see her, and slide my hands down to her hips, pulling them closer to mine. I see her, as I groan inside her mouth, letting my tongue mix together with hers. I hear the woman moan and I get stripped away from my fantasy and placed right back into reality.

I pull away, “wanna keep me company tonight?” I’m breathless due to the intensity of the kiss. “I would love to” she looks up at me with eyes filled with lust, she looks like she's about to burst. I grab her by the hand and lead her out of the bar. She stumbles after me and I see her friends winking and giggling towards her, she does the same… if they only knew. I get in my driver seat and she looks slightly offended due to me not opening the passenger door for her, but she gets in nonetheless as i turn the key.

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We exit the car and I grab her wrist, dragging her along. We walk down the hill and to our right is my shed. Once we enter the door she immediately pushes me up against the wall, putting her hands around my neck and kissing me passionately. I return the kiss and pick her up to throw her onto the couch. I take off my shirt and she bites her lip looking at my build, women tend to appreciate my body. I unbuckle my belt and prepare myself to be deep inside her. She positions herself in front of my crotch and I pull my jeans down, to step out of them, and reveal my hard cock underneath my boxers. I see her eyes widen at the size of me and she puts her hands over my bulge.

She pulls my boxers down and starts stroking my shaft looking into my eyes. I can't take looking into her eyes. “Open your mouth” I demand coldly, she obeys, and I thrust my cock deep inside her mouth, not allowing her to get a taste of me. I thrust into her at a brutal pace and made sure to hit the back of her throat with every thrust. I hear her gurgling and choking on her saliva. When she gets red, I pull my cock out to hear her gasping for air but before she gets spoiled with too much freedom, i push myself back in. I hear her moaning for more and her saliva is dripping off my dick. I let out a deep groan, it felt good to think about something else.

I pull my cock out of her mouth for the last time. “Turn around” my voice is deep and she gives me rapid nods as a response. She turns around and her black hair falls down her spine, it looks just like hers, it was perfect. “Raise your hands” my voice stays the same, she lifts her arms above her head and I take off her shirt, she doesn't have a bra… what a slut. I push her head into the couch and stand by the edge. The couch didn't have any armrests so I could just stand and have perfect access to her pussy. With her face down, and ass up, I stare at her. I pull down her jean shorts and panties at the same time. I swirl my right hand around her long hair and grip onto it tight, making her neck jerk backwards. I line my dripping dick with her entrance and without warning, I force my cock deep inside her. She lets out a loud moan, bordering on a scream. I was too big for her, she couldn't adjust to my full length. I don't give her any time. I pull it out slowly. And with only my tip still inside her, I trust back in again, this time getting further in. I feel her walls lubing up and I start thrusting at a harder and steadier pace.

I pull her hair closer to me, when her back couldn’t arch any more, I meet her halfway and bring my mouth to her ears, grunting like an animal with every thrust. Her moans are loud, “Fuck! Don’t stop” she screams. I thrust harder trying to get her to shut up. I don't want to hear her. I close my eyes and pull her hair harder while keeping my left hand on the edge of the couch, keeping stable and delivering steady thrusts. With my eyes closed, I imagine what she would feel like. Fuck! The whole point of this was to forget her, keep my mind off her, but here I am. I try enjoying myself again but there is no point to it anymore. I straighten myself back up, my thrusts getting lazier. She moans in annoyance at my lackluster pace, I knew she was close to finishing, I won’t let her finish.

I look to my right and on the shelf, I had placed my knife. I grab it with my left hand. She tries to look behind her but before she gets a glimpse of the knife, I fulfill her wishes and shove my cock into her with full force, one last time. She let out another scream and her voice cracked in the middle of it due to the suddenness. “Look at me” I untwist my hand from her hair and let it go, letting her turn around at her own pace.

I handed my knife from my left hand to my right and before she fully realized what was happening, I lunged towards her topless body, knocking both of us to the surface of the couch. I lay over her with my knife grazing her throat. She freezes, her eyes are looking at the knife without moving her head, scared that if she moves, i’ll slice. Her breaths get short and quick, she doesn't know what to do. I live for the terror in her eyes. Her fear makes my cock harder and with my left hand I guide my cock back into her entrance.

I force my cock back into her wet pussy, the knife still over her throat. My thrusts get rougher, making the knife slice her neck, drawing blood. She feels it and tears are starting to stream down from her eyes. Her tears only get me harder and it’s as if they make something click in me, making my thrusts more hungry, wild and animalistic. This was the feeling I needed, the high I got from my victims, nothing felt as good as this.

I'm about to cum, trying to hold back to make it last longer. But I couldn't take it anymore. I look into her tearfilled, terrified eyes and lift my right hard, holding the knife, to my left ear to create some space before I wind up and let the knife take over, slicing her throat open. I hear her gurgling and watch as the light fades from her eyes. I allow myself to release inside her, letting out a loud grunt. I feel my cum fill her up and I slowly pull out, seeing my cum drip out of her already wet cunt.

I walk over to the fridge, open it and grab another six-pack of beer. I drag her lifeless body from the couch, to the floor, and it makes a thud sound. I sit on the couch, crack open the beer and take a big chug from it. I needed to visit the shop tomorrow morning, this was the last of my beer and I couldn't run out in a time like this. The high of my kill had already worn down and I'm left thinking about her again. You squeeze the half full beer can and throw it at your boarded up window above the stove, while letting out a scream. “FUCK!”, no matter what I do, my mind is still stuck in the same place.

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It's been three weeks and I've rarely left my shack, other than to grab more beer. But they don't cut it anymore and I find myself bringing home stronger alcohol. It works, and the temporary buzz gets my mind off things. Every now and then, i go to the bar where i first met her and lure in more victims to fuck and kill but they dont mean anything. It's all a blur, the days are blending in together. Half the time I don't even know if it's daytime or night.

Sissy knows I'm acting differently and she’s the one who's been bringing me food. It started with only breakfast but when she noticed I wouldn't show up for lunch or dinner, she eventually started bringing all meals to me. My mom is always away, I haven't seen her in months. Sissy stays at the house, usually we’re all at the family house but when she noticed my odd behavior she's been staying at Nancy's, keeping an eye on me in my shed and taking care of me.

I’m listening to the radio, there's not much else to do in this tight space. I hear sissy’s familiar knocks on the door, “wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!”. It's 10 AM and she never fails to be in her best mood, regardless of how i treat her. I feel bad for blowing her off that one time and I've come to realize, she's doing no harm and she's the only person caring for me. It wouldn't be fair to treat her wrong.

I walk over to the door to unlatch and open it for her. She greets me with a warm smile and stretches out the plate with both her hands, waiting for me to grab it. “Thank you sis” I blurted out, slurring on my words from how drunk I am. “Don't mention it sugar… but I was wonderin’...” she pauses and looks at me with her head tilted, she's wearing a frown and I look into her worry filled eyes. She only really calls bubba ‘sugar’, I can tell she is doing her best to be gentle with me. I look at her, allowing her to ask her question, she was asking for permission. “I was wonderin’ how you're holdin’ up. You know I'm awfully worried about you”.

My heart aches for her. Even when we hate, tease and annoy each other, she’s always been the most caring one in the family. I would never tell her, but I appreciate her more than she’ll ever know. “I'm fine sis, dont worry about me” I look down avoiding eye contact. "Bullshit!" she pushes past me, putting my plate of food on the kitchen counter and pointing towards the feet of my couch. “Look at this mess Johnny! You're drowning in beer bottles, don't you dare push me away!” her voice is loud and demanding, she's begging me for an answer, looking at me with the same worry filled but now, sad, eyes. “Stop acting crazy sissy, I can't deal with it right now!” my voice is getting progressively more annoyed. “Don't you call me crazy! You've been saying that for the past three weeks” she pauses and paces back and forth from the counter to the couch. “Please Johnny, talk to me. I have to go back to the house, Drayton is asking for me and I can't hold him off any longer. You’ll be left alone”, her voice weakening.

I sigh, the buzz forcing vulnerability upon me. I close the door and sit on the couch. She’s standing with her arms crossed, giving me time and letting me speak on my terms, at my own pace. “I let a victim escape” I have my elbows resting on my knees and my head is looking at the beer bottles around my ankles. She lets a sharp inhale escape her mouth, her arms falling to her sides. “What do you mean you ‘let’ a victim escape?” Her voice is strict. “I couldn't bring myself to kill her”. I listen to myself admitting it. I've dreaded confirming that fact, but that's exactly what it was… a fact. I've never had a problem killing a single person, not even Maria. But after Maria, I started seeing more flaws in my family and our way of living. I couldn't help but think about what life would look like if I was someone else.

Sissy lets herself absorb my admission. Her face softens. “Oh, Johnny…” she searches for the right words and although she’s always been caring, words have never been her strong suit. She looks at me and is clueless as to what she could say to make me feel better. “I don't know what to do”, I admit, giving her more time to react. She sits next to me on the couch and places a hand on my back. “It's alright sugar, don't beat yourself up over it. What's done is done. I want to see my old Johnny again” she gives me an understanding smile. I nod as a way of saying ‘thank you’ and she returns one back to me.

She stands up and grabs my wrists with her in order to make me stand up. “You’re gonna help me with dinner tonight at the house” she smiles at me and I have no reason to reject her. I follow her out of my shack, lock it behind me and head inside Nancy’s house alongside sissy.

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