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frmisnow · 1 month

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✧˖ ?!— ALWAYS WITH YOU ౨ৎ . - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 𝜗𝜚 : " i want to cum in you every way possible ?? "

summary. your husband spontaneously realizing he wants to have kids with you, was most def. not on your bingo cards!

notes. teeheehee, i need husband! jk injected into my veins!! no but fr might just do a few drabbles of dad kook cause he rly is daddy if you think bout it (+ this is for my dearest pookie, you know who you are!!)

warnings/includes. (017 / breeding), talking about having kids (duh), tit play, overstimulation perhaps??, after care :), he's just so smitten rly

he wanted to get you pregnant.

maybe that sounded to forward and it probably was considering you despised kids- okay, perhaps didn't despise but not necessarerly a fan either. but god did his heart tight in his chest when he saw you with kids, the way your voice tone instantly shifted to something more sweeted, the way you fixed their hair, smiling innocently not knowing all the fucked up fantasies in the head of your husband.

as he observed you, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of mother you would be. Would you soften, your edges rounding into tenderness, or would you retain that fierce independence that he had fallen in love with?

and the more he thought about the further did his mind wander: you both the bringing the kids to school, a little family on the dinner table, the bedtime stories you'd both tell to bring the kids to sleep, the first steps, heck- the first words.

regardless he knows you'd be a good mother, a great one at that (and a hot one but we move)

admits all the cute fantasies there was all the fucked up stuff leashed under it, the thought of seeing you belly-full was strangely endearing to him that he could take care of you even better then he already did, that you'd just carry something of his, a teny tiny mini mix of him and you.

"god, i can't believe she's making me look over her son, he's a cutie but a menace nonetheless," you shrugged after setting your sisters son up with some other kids, "earth to jungkook" you waved dramatically in front of his face as he seemed still rather zoned out. "i want to have a child with you," he blurted out instantly.

to say that your jaw was on the floor was an understatement, you never thought that jungkook out of all people would want kids so early on, you'd always seen him as a free spirit, doing whatever- whenever but a child meant commitment for a lifetime.

you moved closer to him, removing one hair strand that was losely hanging behind his hair, his gaze unfocused, eyes never settling as if he was scared of what you'll answer, "i want to have kids with you but i don't wanna plan things out if it happens, it happens and if it doesn't right now, it doesn't- let's take it slow"

you saw his expression shift not necessarly sad but still a bit dozed, you ran your hands through his hair as if to cheer him up, squeezing his cheeks after, "you're the only one i could imagine making a family with"

you did in fact not take it slow- not even in the slightest.

"wanna have everything with you, do anything, fuck- you'd be such a hot mom, baby" he groaned out, lips against your skin, gently biting and licking the fragile skin.

"everything just feels so right with you," Jungkook whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he peppered kisses along your jawline. "I never imagined wanting this until I met you"

your mind felt dizzy, hazy even and you could damn well feel your panties getting ruined solely by his words and what did you do? mentally blame it all you being 'drunk' when you knew that you only had one drink during this whole evening - no, the thought of having his children couldn't possibly have this big of an reaction on you, could it?

"i want to cum in you every way possible," he caresses your hair innocently till pulling just a bit harder, gaze dozing off like he didn't just propose his want for ruining you as a whole, slowly kissing all the bare skin of your upper body till stopping at your chest, "have i ever told you how much i love your tits?"

"huh-" he didn't give you a lot of time to think, licking and nibbling like he had been starved of your company and body for months, leaving a few dark hickeys behind, mouth going back to your ear mumbling something almost inaudible about being 'so hard' for you, only you.

you didn't know how much stamina this fucking guy had.

the sound of skin slapping against skin, whines and sobs having have filled the apartment for damn long, you were sure you heard some sorta banging against the walls from your neighbours - certaintly wouldn't be the first time.

whenever he came in you, he watched the cum drip out of you even going as far as tasting the release of of his fingers himself, his hips almost like moving on their own after everytime reaussuring you "just to make sure"

whispering sweet nothings into your neck, cock slapping in and out of you, how you'd make the "prettiest fucking babies" and how he'd "always be there for you"

and after he's done with you, he'd help you clean up, softly washing you, gently placing tiny little kisses over your shoulders, getting you all wrapped up in bed later, clinging onto you like you were about to fade.

your eyes barerly open as his hands brushed over your hair, so slowly like he was luring you to sleep, "you're so important to me"

you fall asleep with a smile on your face, the one he so adores.

#kpop smut #bts ff #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts imagines #bts x you #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #✉️ frmisnow! 1k follower event

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countcvnt · 2 months

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Experiment

Chapter Two: Bad Dreams

[Poly!TF141/Fem!Reader]

[Ch. One]

Summary: You realize, while asleep, that just because you're out of the facility doesn't mean you're completely free. Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, mentions of blood and vomiting (nothing too graphic), Angsty Simon Word Count: ~3.5k (don't quote me on that) A/N: Was gonna wait to post this, but it's on my AO3 already (i posted this first ch. a couple days ago on there, but am just posting it here now) so i wanna post it here too. I have Covid, and time to write, so why not post it now? Hope you enjoy~ The angst is only going to pick up from here tbh

You toss and turn in bed. Your covers are strewn across the room and you’re sweating. Your eyes are screwed shut as you lie there whimpering. You can’t even force yourself awake.

“You are not acting very nice.”

Your gaze does not even meet the scientist’s. His eyes bore into yours, but you can not force yourself to look at him. Instead, you stare at the floor. Your mind is racing, you are everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“Did you hear me?” He asks. You nod. “Then act better.” He marks something down on his clipboard and you watch him closely now. “Next time, there will be no warning. You will be punished.”

You nod again. Your hands rest on your thighs, gripping your bare thighs and shaking violently. Your whole body is shaking. At this point, you can’t think of a time you weren’t shaking. Your eyes cut from the man’s hands and up to him. You see the reflection of the bright lights of the lab in his glasses. You sniffle slightly.

“You look sick.” He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours. You don’t look away this time. “After all this-” He motions around him. “That won’t happen anymore. You won’t have to worry about silly little sickness or your immune system at all. You know, after all of this, you will be the best.”

If it works, You think. You are almost certain you should have died by now. You have absolutely no clue what they have been injecting you with. You know it makes you sick. That’s about the extent of your knowledge. Well, you also know, you can die at any given moment. Whether the medicine or the guards around you takes you. Something can happen any time, and you just have to let it happen.

You remember lying in your ‘room’, throwing up blood and bile. No one checked on you. Not until the next round of testing. They gave you nausea medicine and you only hoped it’d work. Now, you're staring down the scientist who has ‘stuck by your side’ through all of the experiments. He is the only one who survived, you think. There have been several others. But you only saw them once or twice.

You aren’t sure if or how they died. You don’t like to think about it.

“We are going to test pain tolerance today.”

You perk up, in the least enthusiastic way possible. It caught your attention and set your skin ablaze. What does this entail? You can’t help but run through scenarios in your mind. The scientist pulls out a smaller syringe and places a needle in it. It’s full of a clear liquid. You don’t move. You’ve learned it’s best to not move.

He motions for you to hold out your arm. You do so, willingly. You’ve also learned it’s best to do as you’re told. He injects the needle into a vein and you try to stay relaxed. You whimper and shut your eyes. Suddenly, everything is on fire. Your body burns. A scream releases from your throat and you fall from the metal stool you had been sitting on. You curl up, clawing, scratching at your skin.

You begin to beg, “Please!” You scream for someone to stop it. “Please, help me!”

“Don’t worry,” His voice is so monotone. “It’ll pass. This is completely normal.”

You sit there, screaming and crying as the pain grows worse. You wonder if you yell loud enough if the guards would step in. But, so far, no one has stepped in. No. One. You can’t count on anyone. Not anymore. Your clawing slows down, the burning subsides. You relax and let out a small whimper. You sit up and inhale slowly. You slump over and look up at the man in front of you.

“Better?” He asks. You nod. “Good, now get back up.” You follow his instructions. “Now, I have a scalpel here. I’m going to poke you-” Your eyes widen. “-I’m not going to stab, or cut deep. I’m just checking pain levels.”

You sit back on the stool and hold your arm out again. The man grabs the scalpel from the side table and pokes into your arm. Blood rises and drips down. You feel pressure from the poke, but nothing else. You don’t react. You soon find out, maybe you should have.

“Hm, nothing?” Everything seems to be going according to plan for him and whoever was coordinating this. “Okay, next test.”

The scalpel is dug into your skin. Dull pain comes to the area, but you aren't feeling anything you should be feeling. You are too startled to scream. Blood rushes down your forearm and your eyes widen. You have learned to not pull away, so you stay there.

“Astounding…” He grabs the gauze from the small table and wraps your arm. “We will continue testing this in the morning.” He motions for some guards to come in. “I have to make sure that this… This is permanent.”

“If it’s not?” The words slip out.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

The words, his tone, they send chills up your spine. You are grabbed, harshly, by the guards and pulled into the hallway, out of the little, ‘cozy’ lab. Your eyes adjust to the dim lights of the hall and you squint. You are dragged to your ‘room’. The guard flashes his card in front of the door and it slides open. They toss you in, you hit the floor. There is no pain this time.

You want so badly for that to be a good thing. You can’t help but feel sick to your stomach though. You crawl to your mattress and lay down. You don’t even have a cover. You sigh. You curl up and go to sleep.

You wake in a cold sweat. A scream rips from your throat and your body tenses. Your breathing is ragged and a knock is coming from your door. You look towards it. You examine your surroundings. You exhale trying to calm yourself.

“Ace!” The knocking becomes violent.

Your brows furrow. You stand from your bed and walk towards the door. You swing it open and find Gaz standing there. His eyes lock with yours, before falling to your sweaty, sticky form.

“Who’s Ace?” You ask, not caring that he is probably staring at your chest.

“Sorry,” He mumbles and tries to close your door. “I shouldn’t-”

“No,” You swat at his hand, opening the door further. “Who is Ace?” A cool breeze hits your bare legs and you realize why he’s being so funny. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and you step back. You remember that you’re wearing your tank top and panties. You grab your shorts and throw them on. “I’m Ace, aren’t I?” You finally ask.

“That is… Was your call sign.”

You notice Gaz swallow hard. You can’t help but wonder what has him so shook up. He had to have seen some thighs and cleavage before. It registers, he must not have seen yours. You make note of that.

“It’s okay, Gaz,” You reassure him, “I promise it’s fine if you look at me.” You’re trying to not laugh. You can’t help but smile though. His eyes cut from the floor and up to you.

“Are you laughing at me?” He asks, you can see him grow embarrassed and irritated.

“You’re being silly,” Your smile widens. You watch Gaz relax. You cock your head. “Acting like I’m the first pair of thighs you’ve seen in your life.”

Gaz groans. “You don’t like-” He stops himself. “You used to not be comfortable with us seeing you like this. I don’t wanna overstep any boundaries.”

“You’re very sweet, Kyle.” He lights up as you call him by his name. “I do remember being that way though… I had always been that way ever since I can remember.” Which isn’t very much, you decide it would be best to not joke about that though. “But, I guess becoming a little lab rat kinda nipped that in the bud.”

Gaz doesn’t ask further questions. “I came to check on you, because you’re thirty minutes late.”

“Let me guess,” you purse your lips, “I used to never be late.”

Gaz is at a loss for words. “Well, no! You and Price were always first at debriefings.”

You note that as well. “I guess I need to change?” You question him. Gaz keeps from dropping eye contact. You are sure you need to change. Going to whatever you needed to go to, with nothing but a tank top and shorts on would probably not be the best look on your first real day back. “I’m fucking with you, Gaz.” You turn from him and he huffs. You grab some clothes from the dresser. Gaz excuses himself and you decide it’s best to not fuck with him further.

As he closes your door, you begin to mentally prepare yourself for what the day holds. You know you’ll be digging up old memories. You know recent wounds will resurface. You have to prepare now. You run through different questions and answers.

You're on autopilot as you get dressed. You finish up and walk back towards your door. You swing it open and find Gaz waiting. “Oh, you’re still here.”

“Figured you’d need help finding the room. Unless you don’t-”

“No, no,” You interrupt, “I don’t- I don’t know where the room is.” Having to admit that hurts. Gaz catches that. He doesn’t say anything further. You follow him down the hall and through a corridor. You reach a double door and Gaz lets you in first. You spot Price, then Soap, then Ghost. Every last one of them seems uncomfortable.

You walk into the middle of the room and stand there. The door closes behind Gaz and he walks up beside you. You stand there waiting for anyone to say something. No one breaks the silence, so you decide to.

“I don’t think I like sleeping alone.” You look at Price. “I haven’t- I didn’t have a roommate in the-” You keep stopping yourself. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a roommate. I don’t know how I'd react to one. But I can not sleep alone.”

Price nods. “That can be fixed.” He is reassuring. “We'll get you set up with-”

“I want it to be one of you.” You interrupt him. All of them tense. “I know I don't remember much of anything… but you four seem to know me the best. I want it to be one of you four.” You nod to yourself as you say the last sentence.

“Do you have a preference?” Price seems like he isn't judging who you pick, but you can't help but feel like they're all judging which one you pick.

“How about-” You place a finger on your chin. “We could alternate?”

“Alternate sleeping arrangements?” Ghost speaks up.

“That can be arranged.” Price nods. “We can talk more about that later. We really need to figure out what you do know.”

“Easy,” you shrug, “I know I have a mom and dad- We moved a lot growing up. I know that I used to be self conscious.” You remember this morning.

“Used to be?” Soap asks.

“Well, yeah, being stuck in a lab changes a person.” The whole room becomes uncomfortable. “Sorry…”

“It's alright, love,” Gaz pats you on the back, and you look at him. You don't tense. You don't attack. You just stare. Your stomach flips out how he says ‘love’. “But that's not what he meant. Do you have any information on what was happening?”

You inhale slowly and close your eyes. “Okay. I don't know where I was. But I do know people came and… uh went. A lot. Do I know where they went? No. I'm assuming the guards took care of them. It was too important for people to just come and go as they pleased. The experiments were too-” You pause. “Classified. But the scientist that was with me when Soap saved me, that was my main scientist. I never got anyone's name. They said I would get, uh, stuff like that if the experiments fully worked. I'm not sure they ever had it work though-”

“On others?” Ghost interrupts. You nod. “There were others?”

“Yeah. I mean, I think so. I overheard a couple times, of different,” you pause again, thinking of what they called you, “subjects just… dying. In reality, I don't know why I'm not dead. I also believe there were more because I was dubbed Subject Five. There were, I assume, four before me. Unless they just wanted to call me Five.” You shrug, growing uncomfortable. “I do know, for a fact, they were only getting military personnel.”

“Dae ye ken how come thay picked ye?” Soap is about as uncomfortable as you are now.

“Not entirely. But the scientist had said that I was compliant. I was… pliable, that is the word he used when I walked in for the very first round of testing. He didn't want me. He made that very known. But he had me, so he did everything he could to make everything work. It wasn't always smooth. But,” you shrug, “it is what it is.”

You see Ghost shift. He looks angry. It's making you more uncomfortable. “What do you mean, it wasn't always smooth?”

“The testing was extensive. The amount of times I've been poked and jabbed is unknown at this point. I mean,” you roll your head to the side, exposing your neck, “I have little scars littering my body from… everything.”

Price can tell you're growing tense. “Have you eaten this morning?”

“Not hungry.” You respond, trying to seem as normal as possible. “But, I would like to shower… I haven't had a hot shower in, uh, four months. I only ever got cold ones.”

“One of us can show you where-”

“No, no,” you wave your hand, “I saw it earlier. I'm sure I can find it myself. You four probably have a lot to talk about. I'll be out of your hair now.” You force a smile.

You exit the room and head back to your room. That probably wasn't going to be your room much longer. You grab some clothes and head towards the showers.

Your head hurts and you want nothing but to sit in hot steam and scrub yourself under scalding hot water. You make your way into the showers and find it empty. You sigh. You go into one of the little showers and close the door. You turn on the water and relax as the warmth hits you. You groan and roll your head back. It's the nicest you have felt in months. ——————————— Simon has not felt so angry in so long. He wants to find who did this to you and kill them. Every single one of them. The way you had seemed to shrink when talking about what happened. How you look to be a shell of your former self. And how you probably don't even remember your former self.

“What do you mean we are going to alternate sleeping arrangements?” Johnny asks. Simon wants to know how it’s going to work too.

“That’s up to her.” Price finally says. “I’m assuming she’ll pick one of us to stay with during the night. We can change it every night. Or however often she needs.”

Simon needs you to pick him. But, he also hopes you don’t. Your last interaction with him has seemed to have left a horrible taste in his mouth. He wants to protect you so badly, still. Maybe you don’t need it now, or anymore. But he has to. Even if you don’t remember what happened.

“Simon,” Price’s voice is low, soft, reassuring. “This is not your fault.”

“You keep saying that.” He growls. “You weren’t there. I was. End of story.”

Simon plays the night over and over in his head. Every day. Ever since you were taken. The night at the safe house. It was you and him… It could have been him they snatched up. But it had to be you. He can’t stop thinking about how differently it could have been if it were him they took. He isn’t so pliable… His blood is boiling.

“Ghost,” Johnny speaks, bringing him back down, “she’s okay now.” He places a hand on Simon’s shoulder and tries to reassure him. Everyone is so reassuring… Simon wishes they would stop. He isn’t used to not being able to contain himself. And yet, here he stood. Seething. Ready to bash the heads in of anyone who even thought about bringing harm to you. He can’t take it.

“Fuck this.” He needs to clear his head. “I gotta go.”

Price, Johnny, and Kyle let him leave. Simon thinks maybe a hot shower would help him as well. He inhales deeply as he walks towards the showers. The door swings open and Simon realizes there is only one shower running. Good. All he can hear is water. Steam covers the room. It’s practically a sauna. The water stops running.

Then he hears it. Soft humming. A hum he knows he’s heard before.

Memories are flooding back. Your fingers running through his hair, his head on your chest, and your soft hums the only thing he can hear. Suddenly he can’t breathe. He’s frozen. He’s moving in autopilot momentarily. He’s making his way towards you. He spots you. A towel is wrapped tightly around you and your back is to him. Your hums turn to singing and Simon reaches you. He opens his mouth to speak and he realizes too late he has startled you.

He’s reaching for your shoulder when your hand grabs him. You swing him around and slam him into the concrete wall. Every bit of breath is knocked out of Simon. Your hand is on his throat and your eyes are dark. Simon notes they’re way darker than he’s ever seen.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“You’re in the men’s showers.”

Simon watches as your face drops. You look around. “No one was in here. I didn’t- My brain was too foggy.”

Simon’s hands are up. He relaxes as you let him go and his eyes don’t leave yours as you fix the towel covering you. His eyes briefly drop and he looks at the scars littering your skin. You were right. They’re mostly smaller scars, but there is one on your forearm, right under the bend of your elbow. There was force behind that one.

“Should have let us show you where it was.” He smiles under his mask. You look embarrassed. “I’ll make sure no one comes in, if you wanna get dressed, love.”

It slips out. Naturally. He tenses as the word leaves his lips. Love… His back is to you as you get dressed. He does not dare peek. As he begins to relax, words leave your mouth causing him to tense all over again.

“Ghost?”

He wants you to call him Simon. “Hm.”

“Gaz called me ‘love’ earlier too… I know it’s a British thing, but the way you both said it-” Simon tenses as you pause. “What were we? All of us?”

Simon really does not know how to answer that. He can easily tell you about him and Johnny, or about Price and Gaz. But you? Fuck, it was confusing. He didn’t entirely know what you were with the others. But he did know the both of you were close. But, never like that…

He says your name. His eyes shut. “That’s complicated.”

“Hm…” He hears you hum. “You can turn around now.”

Simon turns to find you approaching him. You’re dressed and holding your towel in your hands. “Sorry about earlier… I don’t know what happened. I didn’t know it was you-”

“It’s fine.” Simon motions for you to walk in front of him, letting you leave before him. He watches you closely. He wonders if you can feel his eyes on you. If you can, you don’t say anything. Simon wants nothing more than to reach out, rest his hand on the small of your back, and walk you to where you’re going. He refrains.

“I’m sort of hungry now…” Your words bring Simon back. “Can you show me to the cafeteria?”

Simon nods, “Of course.”

He walks in front of you. His body begins to lead the way, while his brain is stuck on you slamming him into the wall. He can’t stop thinking about it now. Processing it. You looked absolutely feral, and a little terrified. He tenses, his fingers curling into his palms, as he thinks about what happened to you to make you that way.

Simon doesn’t want to have to go through the pain of remembering certain things. But he hopes that if you do remember who snatched you up, that you will tell him who it was. So that he can cause them just as much turmoil.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john price x reader #john price #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #x reader

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fayeriess · 5 months

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⋆｡‧₊°♱༺ KARMA ༻♱༉‧₊˚.

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: you and ellie have been separated for a while. and by a while, you mean enough to allow yourself to move on, but there's one single issue. all of her flings look just like you, and you'd be a fool not to notice.

warnings: 18+. mentions of marijuana, marijuana use, reader gets called a name or two, a bit of angst, some drama, not proof-read

a/n: a repost yet again! ;))

Your left hand shook, fingers gripping the red plastic taking refuge within your clammy palm — slowly raising its contents to the white rim. Adrenaline coursed through your body as if your veins were injected with sugar water — eyes narrowed and nostrils flared.

Staring so intently had never been something you did unashamedly, opting to linger in the background, heart heavy and lip quivering under the extensive pressure of your internal insecurities.

And this had your jaw clenching. The ridges of the bottom and top row of your teeth grind against each other with such force, that the muscles around your mouth grow sore. A certain ache had you raising your unused hand to rub your index and middle finger against the right side, soothing the developing pinch.

Swallowing the thick pool of saliva that had formed in the center of your mouth, your lips parted to let a small, dry scoff escape. Muffled by the music pounding through the floor, reverberating from the tips of your toes up to your skull, your disapproving hum went unheard as you tore your eyes away from the dreadful sight.

It shouldn’t bother you. But after a whole fucking year, watching her arms circle around someone else’s waist, still set your heart a flame in the worst way possible, charring you from the inside out.

“You’re seeing what I’m seeing right?”

Cocking your head to the side, you could feel your neck crack slightly as you parted your lips to speak, loosening your tight grip on the poor solo cup squished between your fingers.

“I’d be blind not to. She looks just fucking like me.”

Ignoring the slight shakiness that had riddled your body in an unexpected wave of what you had come to recognize as bitterness, you guided the rim of the cup to your parted lips, taking a large gulp of the alcohol, drawing in a tiny breath to help ease the sting.

“The nerve…”

You ran your tongue across your lips, staring at your companion for the night right in the eyes as your lips curled upward into an unamused smile.

“She’s not my problem anymore so it shouldn’t matter.” You mumbled in your cup, knowing she couldn’t hear a word you said due to all the muffled noise practically shoving its way into her ear canals.

You were thankful for the darkness the living room provided, aside from the cheap-looking disco lamp hooked on the ceiling in the middle of the room, the different array of colors slowly becoming an eyesore as the night carried on and you grew miserable.

Clearing your throat, you leaned over, nearly bumping your shoulder with hers. “Did Donovan tell her to come?”

That sly bastard loved to fuck people over. You had grown to let it past your thick skull and alter your mind, seeing him for who he was. He was no longer a close friend — as he had encouraged some fucking outrageous actions from someone you thought you knew better than yourself. Donovan Proctor had dug a hole precisely six feet deep and six feet wide, and you were sure he made it just for you.

He was an annoying little fly buzzing around your ears, taunting you with the unfortunate circumstance of having to witness your ex-girlfriend swallow someone else’s face. And by the end of the night, you’d hunt the fucker down and choke him out with your bare hands.

The sudden knot in your stomach wasn’t from watching a stream of saliva glisten between their parted lips, nor the way her thin, rough fingers gripped the other girl's clothed hips, squeezing like she had done with you whenever things would grow hot and heavy; that wasn’t it by any means.

It was from the unease of having to stare at someone who shared similar aspects with you — physically. Truthfully, it was odd. This whole situation was fucking odd.

You weren’t friends with Donovan, you weren’t much of a drinker, and you barely fucking left the suffocating comfort of your house, so the question that was begging to be answered was… why?

Why out of all the nights that you had slowly spent rebuilding the courage to face the outside world again — as dramatic as it sounded — had she decided to grace you with her presence?

Lifting the corner of her plump lip in a snarl, Mina, the one who had dragged you out of your bed earlier in the night, shifted to the side. “I wouldn’t put it past him. As occupied as that man-child is with making his money, he lives for this kinda shit.”

She hummed, “It’s his party, I'm sure he’ll hear it through the grapevine wherever he might be. Then again, she is one of his closest friends so I wouldn’t assume he has it out for you tonight just yet.”

Craning her neck, tendrils of hair ghosted past your shoulder, tickling the skin there as she scoffed dryly, unzipping her purse. The leather strap shifted on her shoulder as she unzipped it, not once looking down as she trained her eyes to blur the people zooming past her vision.

“I’m pretty sure she just looked at you.”

Rolling your eyes as far into the back of your skull as they could go, you heaved out a sigh, dramatically puffing out your cheeks, and squeezing your lids shut. “I need a fucking blunt.”

At the feeling of your warm hand entwined with another, you opened your eyes, barely able to process the fact that your feet had started guiding you toward the front door, wide open and awaiting your exit.

As Mina giggled almost manically ahead of you, the scent of weed wafted up your nose from the open pocket of her beat-up purse. The smile that appeared on your face was one of joy as you followed, suddenly eager at the chance to relax the thoughts devouring your brain.

“I rolled before we came here. I had a feeling we needed one handy. Don’t mean to brag but I was right.” She shouted through the music, whipping her neck to look at you before looking forward again.

Once your foot hit the first step and the gust of wind that you so desperately needed hit your heated face, you felt as if your lungs were no longer being crushed by the tightness of the secluded house.

You were surrounded by the woodlands. Light from the moon shone down, casting shadows on the leaf-covered ground, illuminating the different shades of green and browns mixed throughout a small pile that you could tell had been raked earlier in the day before everyone’s arrival. The crisp night air weaving its way through the thin fabric of your clothing raised the hairs on your arms, creating goosebumps you tried to smooth down with a hand as the flick of a lighter reached your ears through the songs of crickets.

“I can tell you’re trying to contain your murderous rage,” Mina spoke, closing her glossed lips around the tobacco leaf.

You watched with interest as the end of the blunt developed an orange hue as she inhaled, smoke swirling. Raising an eyebrow at her observation, you bent down, sitting on the last concrete step of the staircase, shoving your hands between your thighs.

Frowning slightly, you shook your head from side to side gently. “Mhm, if you can figure out who it’s directed to I'll give you brownie points.”

She touched her chin, blunt between her fingers as she pretended to think for a minute. “Okay, I have three options.”

You clapped your hands together loudly, the sound echoing, fading with another whoosh of wind. “I’m all ears.”

Extending her hand, she wiggled the blunt in your direction, silently telling you to take it from her which you did without hesitation, taking a long drag before blowing out, coughing in the process. The hit was harsh, the back of your throat taking most of the damage as you tried not to heave up a lung, already growing lightheaded at the lack of oxygen.

She stood in front of you, hand on her hip. “It's either your ex-girlfriend sucking face with her new one, which is my second option, and our dear old Donovan who we both know is out to get you for whatever reason .”

Crossing your arms in an ‘X’ formation, you blew a raspberry before hitting the blunt for a second time before handing it off.

“On the right path but one of your answers is wrong. The girlfriend didn’t do anything. The other two, however…”

As Mina went to speak, she removed her eyes from you at the sound of the front door opening, revealing the man of the hour in all his cocky glory as he dragged his feet down to where the both of you were situated.

His knee dug into your spine uncomfortably as he placed himself on the step above you, the scent of his musky cologne consuming your senses. It was so strong, you could practically taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“What are we gossiping about out here.” He teased, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth in a taunting manner.

He didn’t have to look at your face to know he was clawing his way under your skin — no. The rigidness of your spine told him all he needed to know and you could feel the enjoyment radiating off of him, looming over you as if were a storm cloud.

Gritting your teeth, you watched from the corner of your eye as he plucked the blunt from Mina’s hand, flicking the ash on a leaf that was in the odd shape of a boot, you thought. “We’re talking about you and how you like to ruin my life.” Turning your body to face him, a condescending smile painted your lips, teeth and all as you narrowed your eyes.

He shrugged, feigning innocence as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, concealing the smug grin that threatened to make itself known. You never had the urge to smack someone as badly as you did at that moment.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Cut the shit, you invited her here after I specifically asked you not to. And I was being nice about it too.”

Donovan shook his head. “Since when was cunt a nice word?”

“Since you started wearing my patience thin. That was the nicest you were gonna get, so you should be grateful.”

“I’m always looking forward to your spicy attitude, little b.”

Furrowing your brows, the skin between them creased as your eyes ran across his dimly lit face, the muffled sound of music and shouting keeping you grounded as you stared straight at him, face as hard as stone, fingernails digging into your palms as you balled them into tight fists.

‘Little B.’

It had been a nickname he had created for you after your unfortunate break-up with his good friend.

Little Bitch. That’s exactly what you were to him.

“Fuck you.” You spat.

The longer he sat there, with that stupid smug look on his face, the harder it was to restrain yourself from punching him square in the jaw.”

“Donovan,” Mina began, sensing the thick tension that had formed between the both of you, the silence uncomfortable as she leaned forward cautiously.

“What Mina?” He asked, tongue darting from behind his chapped lips to lick at the dry skin there. Averting his gaze from your burning irises to stare at her, he chuckled. “She knows I’m just fucking around with her.”

Outstretching his hand, he blew smoke directly in your face, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, chest heaving up and down quickly.

The anger within you had reached its peak. One more sly comment and you’d deck him in the face, no hesitation. Snatching it from him, your hand shook, fingers growing numb once again as you bit the skin of your bottom lip, taking a long inhale before you exhaled, concentrating on which direction the wind decided to take it.

“Just leave me alone, Ellie.”

Simultaneously, the three of you whipped your heads toward the door, watching as your ex-girlfriend, Ellie emerged from the doorway, hands tucked into the deep pockets of her jeans, clomping down the stairs with such speed that she was past you before you could blink.

“C’mon,” She pleaded, grabbing her wrist to stop her from moving any further. Well aware of the audience she had a couple of feet away, she opened her mouth to speak only to find herself blubbering like a fish out of water. “What did Barry even say to you?”

From your position, you could see your doppelganger roll her eyes, arms crossed over her massive chest as she snatched her arm back from Ellie’s tight grip.

“He said a lot of things.”

Scoffing, Ellie shook her head in confusion, removing one of her hands from its position to pinch the bridge of her nose in mind frustration. “About what?”

The girl looked around, scanning her surroundings before her eyes landed on you, malice pooling deep within her eyes as she laughed without emotion. “About her.”

Pointing a finger in your direction, she narrowed her eyes into slits, as if you were the cause of all her problems.

Well, unbeknownst to you, you secretly were. Not just because Barry had told her all about your intense relationship with her current girlfriend, but because it was blatantly obvious that said girlfriend wasn’t over you whatsoever.

She wasn’t stupid. Her appearance is what lured Ellie to her in the first place, and you were the one to blame. In every single one of Ellie’s relationships, she’s managed to find women who shared more than one similarity with you physically and flaunt them off on social media.

In truth, you hadn’t been keeping up with her as much as she had done with you, too focused on your life issues and your close-to-impossible healing process to give a fuck about how many women she had gotten intimate with. Now, as you sat there on the steps, blunt in hand, eyes as wide as saucers, another rush of adrenaline coursing through you, it was as if the rose-colored glasses had been magically lifted from in front of your eyes.

Ellie Williams had looked for you in every girl she found, and yet, none of them were you. That was the unfortunate conclusion you had come to realize as the five of you uncomfortably looked at one another.

You were caught in the crossfire. Fuck. Why’d she always manage to fuck shit up for you?

Aiming your eyes toward the ground, your ears picked up the sound of crunching gravel as Ellie spun on her heels, rapidly blinking in surprise, chest suddenly tightening as her eyes landed upon your hunched figure, tugging on a shoelace to occupy yourself from the tense silence.

Her girlfriend looked at her with such disgust that if looks could kill, you were sure Ellie would be more than six feet under at this point. She raised a finger, poking the left side of her chest, momentarily knocking her off balance, lips raised in a snarl as she spoke through gritted teeth. “Un-fucking-believable.”

And with that, she turned, stomping away from the auburn-haired girl, lips pursed thinly as she fished her keys from her purse.

Sighing to yourself, you took another drag, lifting your head, eyes boring into the back of the poor girl who hated your guts, the thin material of her black low-cut shirt wrinkling as she wiped her palms on her sides, drying her hands from what you assumed was her tears as you frowned to yourself.

Darting your eyes toward your ex, you could feel the organ in your chest begin to beat rapidly. Banging so loudly against your chest that you were positive the force was strong enough to crack a rib or two as you extended a shaky hand, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. “Do you want a hit?”

“Go to hell.”

With your jaw slack, you watched as she retreated up the steps, aggressively yanking open the door to disappear back inside, the array of colors from the disco light reflecting off of the porch pillars that held the small rain roof.

The expression that morphed the muscles of your face was one of anger as you spun around on the step to face her, trying your hardest not to focus on the awkwardness oozing off Donovan and Mina who had just been watching the situation play out in real-time, both speechless for once in their lives as you yelled at her back.

“No cause what the fuck was that?” You asked, genuinely confused.

Cocking your neck in Mina’s direction, you passed her the burning tobacco leaf, guiding yourself up the steps and through the crowd of sweaty bodies and the lingering stench of BO that threatened to burn your nose hairs as you searched for her.

“Ellie!”

Quickening her pace, she let the darkness of a narrow hallway consume her, swallowing her figure as she made her way past the three doors on either side of her, bee-lining it straight to the bathroom.

You were growing increasingly frustrated at this game of cat and mouse that had developed in the five minutes that the two of you had been around each other.

Why you were chasing after her?

You had no clue, but you did have a ton of fucking questions that were itching to be answered and as she turned the metal knob of the door, you swore to yourself that you’d seek them all out tonight, in the privacy of Donovan’s shabby, yet surprisingly clean bathroom. Away from curious eyes.

Sliding yourself in the crack of the door right before she closed it, you rubbed your eyes at the change in lighting, pressure building up behind your sockets from the harsh fluorescence.

“What’s wrong with you?!”

At her words, you turned on your toes, mere inches away from her face as she twisted the lock behind her, green eyes twinging with dislike: and for some reason that broke your heart in two.

You could never dislike her. Even if she hurt you the way she did.

Why couldn’t you be mad at her? That was something you had asked yourself more than a handful of times as the months went on and she occupied herself with other women.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms over your chest, inhaling the scent of her sweet cologne, suddenly feeling small under her burning gaze. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Do you seriously think people haven’t fucking showed me who you’ve been snuggling up to after we broke up? It’s fucking weird.”

The lines on her face slowly faded away as she wrung her hands together, leaning her head against the cool wood of the door, the small scrunchie holding the hair that she lazily put up pinching the skin of her head as she closed her eyes.

It was quiet aside from the muffled chatter outside and the air vent above, collecting dust every second the two of you stood there in silence.

Raising a brow, you rolled your eyes, sighing dramatically as she peeked at you through narrow slits. From your position, clothed calves touching the edge of the cool bathtub, it still looked like her eyes were screwed shut.

She was staring at you — wracking her brain for a sentence to say that wouldn’t seem so passive-aggressive as if she didn’t just tell you to go to hell nearly two minutes ago.

The bright yellowed hue of the bathroom light illuminated your stoney face, casting a glow so angry that her eyes had started to water.

“So you’re just gonna stay silent? Ellie, they always look just fucking like me.” You seethed, tapping the point of your shoe against the tile floor.

At that, she opened her eyes, shaking her head from side to side. “I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“I want you to explain what the fuck is going on?”

“There’s nothing to explain, just let it go. Go back to the party.”

“No. You’re not shutting me out this time. It’s not a coincidence that every single girl you’ve decided to bury your fucking fingers into sorta looks like me.”

“Why’d you have to say it like that?”

You scoffed at her lame attempt to play dumb. “‘Cause that’s exactly what it is and it’s embarrassing for you.”

“This isn’t something I wanna talk about right now.”

Her response was curt, void of all emotion.

“Well, too bad. I'm not letting you leave until we figure this shit out. We’re adults Ellie. Talk to me like one.”

Running her tongue across the top row of her teeth, the freckled girl sucked in a deep breath, crossing her left over her right, pressing her back flat against the wooden door. “That’s real funny coming from you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” She sighed, arms flexing as she scratched the nape of her neck — a nervous habit. “You ask Donovan to tell me not to show up, and now you want me to act like an adult?”

“I wonder why I said that?” You pressed, trying to justify your cowardice actions.

Ellie, as smart as she was, had come to realize long ago that she was in no position to say the things she was spewing in your direction, but she just couldn’t help herself. In her eyes, treating you like shit on the bottom of her shoe was the only way to go about things, even if she wanted nothing more than to have you touch her again.

Reaching out a hand, you grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look you in the eye as the heat of your open mouth fanned her face, causing her to wet the skin of her lips.

You weren’t exactly sure if the sudden confidence that took over was from the heat of the moment or the current high you were experiencing but you didn’t care. You did not give a single fuck that you were as close as you were to her, feeling the heat of her skin against yours as her facade cracked with every passing second.

“Please.”

The change of emotion gave you whiplash. You were used to her being straightforward with you, words never faltering no matter how hurtful they might’ve been. That was something you loved about her — you still do. She always kept you on her toes, and now you were flat-footed.

“I can’t do this with you.” You whispered.

Her small sigh echoed in your ears as you rubbed your thumb against her jaw, feeling her left hand circle around your wrist, gently removing it from her face, fingers ghosting over the palm of your hand before she entwined her fingers with yours.

It hurt all the more, knowing that this was finally it. She’d finally find the courage to leave you there, despite the unknown force pulling her body in your direction, rattling her to the very core.

You were still in love with her. She was still in love with you.

Simple.

Ellie Williams wasn’t sure of a lot of things, but one thing that she would bet her whole life on was that you were her karma.

And God, did it bite her in the ass.

#tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams angst #ellie williams #the last of us

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yunjardi · 2 years

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sex express

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[pairing: stranger.jake x fem.reader]

[warnings: smut [mdni], making out, public sex, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex [wrap b4 u tap pls], handjob, slut is used once i think, strangers to ???, almost getting caught lol [i think that's all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything]

pls don't fuck random people LOL

[quick a/n: to give you guys an idea of the setting, think of this train as one that has the interior of the one from polar express LMFAO yeah like one of those rail car trains. but anyway, this also takes place during the winter because i really need winter vibes to be injected into my veins rn :,) i hope you enjoy this little touch of winter during the still lowkey warm weather depending on where you are geographically lol]

p.s. this is heavily inspired by this one video i could send you upon request bc i don't wanna link it 💀

you came out of your toasty and warm house during another cold winter evening to get on the night train to travel two towns over to where your only few friends lived. they had made plans to have a gathering just in time for the winter holidays, and you couldn't just turn them down because they were too far away from you, so you decided that getting on the train was the easiest way to get there in time.

shivering, you waddled into the entrance of the train, clad in a grey long-sleeve shirt and your warm black puffer jacket. you handed your ticket in and you were welcomed into one of the quiet train cars. since it was the night train, there were seemingly no other passengers coming aboard which led you to believe that you'd be alone the whole duration of the train ride. you let out a satisfied sigh knowing that the journey would be a quiet and peaceful 3 hours that you could spend asleep on a seat or just staring into space, undisturbed. those thoughts quickly dissolved once you heard someone else come into the train car. this time, you let out a different kind of sigh.

but upon further inspection, you came to realize that the guy who came into the train car and sat down in the seat across from you was incredibly handsome. so handsome that you didn't even realize that your eyes were completely glued to him until you heard the voice of a woman.

"would you like anything to eat or drink before we depart?" an employee asked with a smile. you looked at her with wide eyes and let words spill out of your mouth.

"n-no, i'll be okay, thank you," you sputtered out followed by a sheepish smile. she nodded and went on to ask the handsome guy the same question.

"just water is fine, thank you," he responded with a smile. your ears perked up at his aussie accent which, in your opinion, made him even more attractive. the employee also seemed to be smitten by him, and you couldn't blame her because you were both gawking at his handsomeness.

the employee handed him a bottle of water from her cart before turning around to head out. "oh and if you guys need anything at any point during the trip, there's a button right there to call for assistance." you and the guy both glanced over to where she motioned, and it turns out the button was on the wall that your seat was against. you shrugged it off because you knew you wouldn't need anything for the duration of the trip anyway, and you just went back to enjoying the vibe of the train ride, trying not to glance over at the hot rando that you'd be sharing the train car with for the next 3 hours.

silence fell over the room as the lights slightly dimmed, creating an even more relaxing atmosphere which made you let out a quiet and content sigh.

you were just about to doze off before the guy broke the silence.

"so, where are you headed?" he asked, his accent making you start swooning again.

"same place that you are," you chuckled. it was literally a one-way trip to one location, which made it abundantly clear that he was just trying to make small talk considering that you were both going to the same place. unless he was one of those idiots who goes on the train just to see where it ends up.

"okay good point," he said with a sheepish laugh, "well then, what are your plans when we arrive to town?" you zipped your jacket up before answering.

"nothing much, i'm just heading over to see some friends for a few days. i don't really know what they have planned, so i'm not fully sure," you responded, to which he smiled and began removing his dark blue jacket.

"i noticed you zipped your jacket," he said as he approached and eventually sat in the seat directly across from you, "take mine." you blushed as he draped his coat over your shoulders, immediately beginning to feel warmer after being engulfed in this handsome man's jacket that smelt of crisp cologne.

"you're such a sweetheart," you thanked him indirectly with bashful smile, "i'd hate for you to get cold, though." your frown turned into a mild pout as you tried to shimmy out of his jacket. he reached out his hand to stop you.

"don't worry about it, beautiful," he chuckled, "it's silly that we seem to already be on 'jacket-sharing terms,' yet i don't even know your name yet."

he had a good point.

"i'm y/n," you introduced yourself with a warm smile, still slightly taken aback by him calling you beautiful, "and you are?"

"jake," he replied back with more of a smirk than a smile, which made you blush even more than you already were. thank goodness it was cold because you wouldn't be in this position, talking to a cute guy, if it weren't for the fact that he lent you his cozy jacket.

"well, it's a big pleasure meeting you, jake," you smirked back, "and thank you for letting me use your jacket." you cozied yourself into the soft material, silence falling between you two once again.

jake couldn't help but fixate his eyes on you looking comfortable in his coat, and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't make him feel some type of way. he figured that since you two would be stuck together for the next 3-ish hours, he would take this opportunity to shoot his shot and see if you two were riding the same wave.

"so," he began again, "are you still cold? should we warm up a little more?"

his words teased you, making you feel tingles in between your thighs and a knot forming in your core.

"what do you suggest we do?" you said innocently as you looked into his pretty brown eyes, leaning in closer to him, "tell me, jake."

his ears seemed to perk up at the sound of his name leaving your lips, his sweatpants becoming a little tighter.

"come here and i'll show you," he smirked, patting his lap for you to come sit. without hesitation, you went to his seat to cozy yourself into his lap, straddling him.

"feeling warmer yet?" he chuckled and bit his lip as he ran his hands down your waist, eventually getting close enough to your ass to spank you. you let out a yelp at the sudden spank but later giggled as you experimentally rocked your hips back and forth, earning a low groan from him as he got harder and harder by the second.

"hmm..." you pretended to ponder, "i think i could be warmer." he smirked as he gazed into your eyes, catching you off guard with an amorous kiss to which you began to kiss him back. you grinded your hips against him as you two got lost in your make out, occasionally moaning into the kiss while he began to feel your body. his hands eventually met the elastic of your leggings, a smirk forming on his face as he began to slowly pull them down your ass and legs.

"if you start taking off my clothes, i'll get cold again," you pouted, "what will you do then, hm?"

"you'll see, beautiful," he flirted lustfully as he continued to toy with your waistband painfully slowly when it got closer and closer to the bottom of your ass, "you might even break a sweat if i'm not careful."

by that point, your pants were finally down at your ankles, so you leaned over to the side to discard them onto the seat you were previously in. now you were left on top of him in your tight long-sleeve shirt and panties; a sight that jake seemed to adore.

you two just met and he already couldn't get enough of you.

"can i take yours off?" you asked, referring to his sweatpants and boxers as you slid your fingers ever so slightly past his waistband. he eagerly nodded his head as he assisted you in taking off his now tight bottoms.

your eyes lit up as you watched his hard cock smack against his abdomen. just by

the looks of it, you could tell that it would hit you in all the right places, which only excited you further.

"can't stop staring?" he smirked as he gentle brought your hand over to his length, inviting you to feel him, "don't be scared; you can touch, beautiful."

after getting his permission, you wasted no time spitting on his member, wetting his cock before beginning to pump it in your hand. jake let his head fall back while you worked your hand around his girth, collecting the precum from his tip to lubricate him more. "yeah that's right, just like that, baby," he praised you as you jerked his cock harder.

"i'm supposed to be warming you up, remember?" jake asked with a chuckle as he settled his hand on your ass again, pulling your panties down with one hand; an action that turned you on to levels you've never reached. before positioning you the way he wanted you to be, he put your wet panties in the pocket of his sweatpants that were still halfway down his mid thigh. you couldn't help but let out a quiet mewl at the sight which make him smirk at you and your sudden shyness.

he stood you up and turned you around, experimentally rubbing your clit before teasing you with his thick tip. his cold fingers shocked you at first, but it felt good nonetheless.

you were now in a position where you could ride him while facing away from him, giving him a full view of your pretty ass. thinking he was about to put is cock inside you, you pushed your ass against his thighs eagerly, but you felt his tip completely pass your entrance. you whined impatiently, wanting to feel him inside you, but you were soon met with tingles going down your thighs from him sliding his still lubricated member through your closed thighs, fucking them as your ass bounced against him.

"mmmh," you gasped out as you felt his cock begin to slide against your wet entrance, further teasing you, "fuck, i need you inside me." you voiced boldly, making him pull his cock away from your thighs and position himself just centimeters away from your entrance, eventually pushing himself in.

the two of you moaned in sync as you started to gently bounce your ass on his thighs, trying not to moan too loud due to the fact that you were afraid of the employees hearing you two do the deed. his tip massaged the deepest parts of your pussy, making you bite your lip, still trying to control your moans.

"fuck," you breathed out, again, trying to control your volume, "jake, you feel so good." he continued to earn moan after moan from you as his tip steadily stimulated your sensitive sweet spot.

although he loved the sight of your pretty ass bouncing against his thighs, he wanted to look at your, even prettier, face while he fucked your tight, wet pussy, so he pulled his length out of you, turned you around to face him, and sat you back down on his cock.

you let a loud moan escape your lips as you put one your arms against the wall and a hand on jake's shoulder for stability. you couldn't tell if you felt the wall go in for a second or if you were just so engulfed in pleasure that you were genuinely getting dizzy.

"so cute," jake cooed as he gripped your ass, "you're moaning like a whore for me, can't keep quiet, huh? such a slut. taking a stranger's cock like this." you let out a needy moan in response, putting your hand on your mouth to prevent yourself from getting any louder. "hey, don't do that, baby. i want to hear you moan for me," jake said with seduction coating his tone as he took your hand away from your mouth and placed it back on his shoulder.

you took that as a queue to fuck yourself on his cock in a rough manner since you, according to jake, didn't have to be quiet anymore. you let him thrust into you as you rolled your hips against his, jake's eyes fixed on your boobs that bounced through your tight long sleeve shirt.

jake's eyes rolled back as your walls began to pulse harder around his big cock. "fuck," he panted, "can i cum inside you?" he asked with a whisper as you bit your lip and nodded your head, giving him full permission to empty his load inside your pussy. "good, because i don't know how much longer i can last," he admitted with a chuckle as he grabbed onto your hips again, beginning to thrust his hips into yours even harder.

it was at that point that you were so lost in pleasure that you couldn't even warn him that you were about to cum; you simply whined and moaned which was enough to tell him that you let loose. following your lead, jake shot his warm seed into you, creaming you as he continued to thrust into you, making sure that he fully emptied himself in your sore pussy.

you stayed on his lap for awhile until you both calmed down enough to put your clothes back on. jake sweetly helped you put your panties and bottoms back on, offering you some of his water afterwards.

jake fully pulled his sweatpants back on and invited you to stay on his lap to which you happily obliged.

your ass naturally cozied itself in his crotch which made him blush a little, trying to control himself and not get hard all over again. it was very clear that he was tensed up from trying not to become aroused again and you couldn't help but smirk.

"how about round two pretty boy?-"

the sudden creak of the door made your hands stop in their tracks, the employee from earlier standing in the doorway with widened and shocked eyes.

"d-did someone press the button?"

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cecilysass · 8 months

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Please write more of these, never stop

I love original fanfic ideas so much, but also: I could read these particular contrived scenarios told again and again and again, and I am not ashamed to admit it. Okay, I'm a little ashamed. But not very much.

Marriage of convenience (like Nuptiae Sub Rosa by @xfmaweezy and @sisterspooky1013 or All That Is Dark and Bright by @malibusunset-xf-blog). Absolute gold in every way and I will read every variation.

Scully pretending to be Mulder's 900 number girl (done recently in Dropped Call by @phillippadgettwrites)

The awkward first descent into phone sex in general, including and especially calls from the fertility clinic. This is done in an especially brilliant way in Vox Mulder: Wired and Fired by @darwin-xf.

All Milagro post-eps that force them to address "Agent Scully is already in love" without being too obvious

Almost all DeadAlive and Three Words post-eps period, because those eps just are fertile ground, no pun intended. I have a whole discussion about that and recs right here.

M&S have sex for non-romantic reasons (like, they're trying out friends with benefits, or they're trying to conceive a baby, or some other ridiculous reason). This obviously is a delightful way to show repressed feelings.

Mulder's psychic fics. I feel like there could be so many more of these. This one (Dissonance by suilven) has a killer set up and I revisit it a lot, but we should have more riffs on this concept.

All right, yes, jealousy fics, I know, very basic of me, but I just really like these. I personally like them when the angst goes really, really far. Like you want to die it hurts so bad far. That one moment in Pilgrims Creeping Towards the Dawn by @softnow where Scully hears Diana say “Fox” in the background on the phone? Inject that into my veins.

Contamination shower fics. Yeah. Enough said.

There are more than this, because actually I get wasted on tropes all the time. What do y'all like? And more importantly, DO YOU HAVE RECS FOR ANY OF THESE?

(The fics I mention here are linked here on my favorite fics doc, if you want to find them. If you haven’t read some of these, DO IT.)

#tropes #xfiles fanfic #x files fanfic #the x files

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mockingjaysnakes · 1 month

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Olivia Rodrigo in interviews about writing "Can't Catch Me Now", from Lucy Gray Baird's perspective:

"It was a wonderful experience to try to write something from the character of Lucy Gray".

Lucy Gray is a character she feels very connected to.

"So while it was very much about Lucy Gray, i think i injected parts of myself into it too. I saw bits of myself in her; i admired her resilience, so i tried to embody all that and put it into the song".

With the song, Lucy Gray became the muse.

Francis Lawrence talking to Olivia about the song: "I remember I sort of talked at her for 45 minutes". “About the movie and about the themes and about the ending, and the mystery at the end, and how I thought the song should feel in terms of being a little haunting, and what it could do for us narratively with lyrics. She took a bunch of notes."

"Can't Catch Me Now" is just as haunting and mesmerizing as Lawrence wished: a crooned epilogue for Lucy Gray's story.

His inspiration: "one of the last scenes was very inspiring to me. It's an overhead shot of a bunch of birds in the trees, and something very important just happened, that was playing in a loop in my head over and over, and I was like, i want to write a song that captures what that feeling is".

(Producer) Dan Nigro and Olivia wrote the Hunger Games theme song in a beautiful studio overlooking the ocean, something they actually rarely do. "But I like to think that any of the interesting qualities of that song come from where it was written."

In the scene that was inspired when she wrote the lyrics: "There's Blood on the Side of the Mountain": —"There's a scene in the movie where it's kind of a breaking point for Lucy's character and something changes dramatically. There's a touch headshot of all these trees and birds coming in and out. It was my favorite part of the movie because it shows her resilience and her fight against her defense. I love that feeling, so when I wrote the song I had that image in my head the whole time and I tried to capture it".

"I really wanted the song to be super dynamic, especially when it's for a movie like The Hunger Games, there's a lot of space for some drama. So I think the vocals added this lush soundscape that swells, pulls back and gives it these dynamics I was really into. Watching the movie, there's a lot of Appalachian folk songs that Lucy sings and I was really inspired by those songs; I think they're really incredible. So I think the second I watched it, I knew I wanted to make a song in that vein".

She started the writing process for “Can’t Catch Me Now” from scratch after watching the movie and collecting her thoughts.

She listened to a lot of Simon and Garfunkel, Carole King and Joni Mitchell while writing her album Guts and The Hunger Games Song.

"Especially with the Hunger Games song, it was very insular in the way I wrote it. Though I guess I went back and edited it a bunch; it was one of those songs where I worked on it, set it down for like a month, picked it back up. We definitely refined it for a while".

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #the hunger games #olivia rodrigo #can't catch me now #songs #writing #francis lawrence #daniel nigro #lucy gray baird #rachel zegler #interviews #singer songwriter #celebs

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quasi-normalcy · 1 year

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So the thing about Star Trek: Picard is...

Say what you will about the first season, but it’s meaningful. In fact, Rios says explicitly what it’s about in the fourth episode: “the existential pain of living with the consciousness of death and how it defines us as human beings.” Pretty much all of the character arcs are about different reactions to this, and the supposed “grimdarkness” of the setting reinforces this point; the Federation has become reactionary and xenophobic because it was a utopia that experienced mass death right on its doorstep for the first time in living memory. The conflict with the Synths is ultimately rooted in the fact that we die; they don’t. The fact that the finale was called “Et in Arcadia ego” really just telegraphs this; “Even in Arcadia [utopia], I [Death] am.”

And the second season, for all its many flaws, carries this theme forward, proposing that love, togetherness, and companionship are the only meaningful candles in the dark. Q is dying; he awaits meaning, and he doesn’t find it. And so he opts instead to do one last favour for Jean-Luc so at least he can spare his favourite mortal from his own fate of dying alone. Jurati is able to connect with the Borg Queen because she recognises that her own motivation is something similar: the Queen can feel herself dying across infinite realities and she doesn’t want to be alone. Seven and Raffi find each other; Rios gives up his entire life for a shot at love. It’s an infernal mess, a budget-saving exercise in want of a plot, but I’m going to be honest: I kind of adore it. I think it’s beautiful for all its flaws.

Throughout the first two seasons, we have serious contemplations of transhumanism and identity in the face of death. Picard escapes death using technology, even as his friend, a living machine, embraces his end as a necessary part of being human. Soji loses her identity even as she gains knowledge of herself as an immortal android. Jurati too embraces transhumanism and, to some extent, loses her identity by so doing, but–in an interesting twist for Star Trek–this is not stigmatized; this is framed as what’s best for her. All of this is philosophically rich, high-octane fuel for thought, as speculative fiction should be.

The third season, meanwhile–for all that I have loved (some of) the nostalgia hits injected directly into my veins–bugs me because of how absolutely lightweight it feels. Death is gone. Not just as a theme, but gone from the narrative. Sure we kill off Ro, and T’Veen, and Vadic, and Shelby, and Shaw, but it feels like nothing. Death holds no dominion; Data is back; so’s the Enterprise-D; so’s Q (or maybe he’s come in from an earlier point in his timeline; it’s not clear). Kirk apparently is alive again, resurrected offscreen sometime after Generations and kept in a covert warehouse awaiting new adventures. Apparently Terry Matalas has already formulated plans for bringing Todd Stashwick back if when he gets his “Legacy” spinoff. I’m half-surprised that they didn’t reveal that Romulus magically popped back into existence in a background Okudagram somewhere. The Federation is as “grimdark” as it has ever been depicted, but unlike the first season (or Deep Space Nine, or even the first season of Discovery), this is never seriously interrogated or problematised. We go through the motions, cargo-cult-like, of moral debate in episode 7, but it’s not connected to anything. We hear that Vadic was the product of Section 31 war crimes; Picard looks shaken up by this, but then he and Beverly immediately decide to commit some war crimes of their own by executing her. This is never mentioned again. The whole exercise feels perfunctory, as I have said above: like ten-year-olds playing with action figures. It doesn’t feel like Picard, and frankly, for all of the surface detail it gets right, it feels even less like TNG.

So no; I’m not pleased that the first two seasons were ignored.

#star trek picard spoilers #themes #I promise I will shut up eventually

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taranza-stan · 18 days

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What is the first ever horror movie?

Oh Buddy, you just triggered an unskippable cutscene.

So, obviously, Horror in film already existed prior to 1920, but those were only short 5 minutes clips that couldn’t be really called „Horror“

No, the first actual Horror Movie released on the 26th February 1920. And it’s a German one.

„Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari - Ein Filmschauspiel in 6 Akten“

„The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari - A film spectacle in 6 acts“ Was a Silent Movie directed by Robert Wiene and tells the tale of a sleepwalker (A Somnambulist) who is paraded around as a Circus attraction by the Ringmaster Dr. Caligari during the day, and commits gruesome murders in his name by night. It was a gigantic milestone for the History of cinema and an important part of german expressionism.

It was one of, if not the first Movie to have flashbacks, multiple Plot-Twists and many other things that we would consider a staple of today’s Cinema. But most importantly, this is the movie where so many horror movie tropes originated. It was technically the first Slasher. The whole „The Monster/Killer falls in love with the woman“ thing first appeared here. Honestly as a semi Horror fan myself it was really neat seeing this Movie for the first time and going „Hey, I know that Trope!“

Speaking of seeing, HOLY SHIT I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE SET DESIGN BECAUSE OH MY GOD.

OHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD.

When I say that this Movie is an important part of German Expressionism, this is what I’m talking about. LOOK AT THAT SHIT!

The Geomatry is so off, everything fells like chalk, Nothing is ever actually rectangular, the sets look so fantastical I want to inject this set design into my Veins. And this design isn’t just for the set, all the Characters look so unique as well! I especially love how the set sometimes works like an Actor itself. Windows are shaped so that they point towards certain parts of a scene. Light falls in weird places so that it highlights important aspect. Scenes that are supposed to take place at day and Scenes that are supposed to take Place at night have a different hue. It’s fucking awesome man.

The shadows on their faces, the weird and rigid movements, OUGH i am biting on this.

You can see that so many other Directors, namely Tim Burton, took so much inspiration from this film.

Genuinely, If you have even the slightest bit of interest in the History of Horror and Cinema, do yourself a favor and watch this Movie. It’s a treat. Personally, I’ve already seen it like 5 times, and it always manages to pull me into this sort of trance. Everything about the movie is so unique and special, I can’t explain it. I’ve purposefully avoided most Spoilers, so again, if you’re interested watch it.

Personally, I recommend this restored version from 1980. The music had to be replaced, but tbh I don’t think it does this movie any injustice. Also it has english subtitles, but since it’s a silent movie, you won’t need to read much.

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#i could go on into the History of German cinema during the Weimar Republic #because it’s genuinely a really interesting topic for me #but if i Start interpreting this movie alongside some other german Movies released during that time we would be here for two weeks at least #just know that my brain is stuffed to the brim with sort of niche history knowledge #that I'm ready to fire off whenever

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playertwotails · 8 months

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did u write the baby tails post yet? id love to read it

Here you go, my de-aged/time switched feral baby Tails idea so hold your hat cause it's a long one under the cut. Also forgive me and my nonsense, I am not a writer.

Just to set some ground rules on my take on baby Tails so we're all on the same page. First of all I always imagine Tail and Sonic meeting when Tails was 3/4 and Sonic 10/11 (both are homeless kids best they can do is guesstimate ages and roll with it). And our little guy Tails, is the sweet, kind, caring Tails we all know and love. BUT as a baby all of that was buried under the weight of being abandoned, harassed, hurt, half/fully starved and bullied starting from maybe basically birth if not shortly after. So baby Tails is just the most FERAL of little guys. He WILL bite, claw, kick, pull fur/feathers/whatever they got and do whatever it takes if he feels cornered and threatened by someone. And yes he has his inventions even at that young age to protect him somewhat, but he's still a baby and can only build them out of the scraps he finds, so they are little flimsy and get destroyed easily by said bullies fairly often. So bitey time's are aplenty for baby Tails.

Now luckily when Sonic meet Tails one of their first interactions was him saving Tails from bullies so he started out a few steps on the less feral side of Tails. Not that Sonic doesn't/never saw this side of Tails, it just never got it directed at him unless he startled Tails or was calming Tails down when something else brought out that side. I also like to think that Sonic and Tails were together about a year before Eggman ever even found out about Tails. So by the time Eggman and their other friends meet Tails, the feral side of Tails has been pretty much put to rest as, through Sonic's help, Tails doesn't need to rely on that 'cornered feral rabies filled racoon' fight instinct anymore. The Tails they first meet relies more on his inventions, smarts, and how Sonic taught him to fight.

SO getting to the bread and butter of all this.

Sonic, Tails and Co. are fighting Eggman or maybe another villain per their usual shtick. And when they go to hit Sonic with their "ultimate weapon" it ends up a whole whoopsi daisies situation and hits Tails instead. Now readers choice on if this de-ages Tails or switched older Tails with younger Tails, but result is the same either way. The smoke clears, Tails is still there, to everyone's short lived relief, but there is now a much smaller scruggly looking Tails in that spot

(Now another thought I had just for ultimate angst potential for either scenario of scruffy baby Tails, is that baby Tails has the starved figure, scars, cuts, bruises, matted/patchy fur he had on what ever day he de-aged to/switched with)

The villain then dips cause plan has gone sideways and Sonic and crew are now just left with a tiny little baby Tails. (and the crew I imagine is Amy, Knuckles, Shadow, and Rouge - maybe Blaze, Silver, Tangle and Whisper too just to make it a really party if you want)

I think before even Sonic can react though Amy is the first to make it to baby Tails. Now I love Amy to death but bless her heart she has a tendency to get tunnel vision sometimes (big mood). So before she registers that baby Tails is a bit more ruff around the edges than she's used to, she just sees a cute little tiny baby Tails and immediately goes for the hug cause Tails is adorable on his own but tiny Tails is serotonin directly injected into your veins and her being a whole mood cannot physically stop herself from going for a hug. Plus they've met a younger Tails before so she thinks it's a similar situation so free hugs all around. (Sidenote - I'm just gonna call baby Tail BT for the rest of this cause it long)

Unfortunately BT only registers 'person coming at them fast and getting close' and just uses his reaction to bite Amy all the while hissing and growling like a feral cat in an alleyway.

Immediately everyone is taken aback (except for Sonic) cause that's not a very Tails thing for Tails to do especially to friends even if he's scared.

(And another side note here cause lord forbid my thought process stays cohesive for five minutes - but I see baby Tails being either a Tails that has met Sonic but only has been with him for maybe 2-3 weeks if even that long, so he recognizes Sonic but doesn't really trust him yet. Or for even more 'oh this is sad' it is a little Tails before he met even Sonic, so everyone is starting at the -100 trust line with the feral fluff ball. (i'm moving forward with this with the 'BT knows Sonic but no trust between them' one cause older brother Sonic is my weakness and BT being cute and clingy will not leave my brain))

So BT gets startled at everyone being startled and moves to take off to go hide in a hole somewhere cause "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE" (if you get the reference let me know) and everyone then makes a move to catch him. Now BT is on fight/flight instincts only and does not even register Sonic. Plus Sonic does not look like the one he knows so he doesn't even recognize him in this state, just is trying to peace the fuck out of there and get to safety. And with everyone now after him BT then proceeds to go into FULL FERAL MODE on all of them.

He is clawing at them, biting everyone, hissing and spitting while making a B-line for what he thinks is an exit. With everyone still being shocked, not wanting to hurt him and with BT being more slippery than grease on pig, they are STRUGGLING. He is giving then the runaround. They're are now all getting more injured than they did in the fight that caused this. All their abilities are doing nothing in helping them catch Tails. BT is that one scene of Jack Jack from the Incredibles levels of fucking them up and he can't even shape shift. He managed to rip off one of Shadows skates, bite through Knuckles gloves, scratch up Rogue and set off her bombs (she threw them all away from her before they exploded), Amy's hands and arms are COVERED in bit marks, and he went for Sonic's shins with deadly accurate kicks (Sonic would be proud if it didn't hurt so much). They all just look like they got into a fight with a wood-chipper and miserably lost but nope it's all just a scared toddler that can and will fuck someone up.

It's only when Sonic shouts "MILES!!!!" at Tails that he finally stops (maybe Tails isn't being called Tails yet at that time so Sonic has to say his name or maybe it's just big brother/parent mode voice gets through to him). BT stops his frantic exit relay race but will not let anyone close and is still straight up growling at everyone. So now they're all just standing in a lose circle around BT not wanting to take their eyes off him but all desperately sending mental vibes to Sonic to take care of this cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails.

Cue soft big brother Sonic stepping up to bat and everyone watches him try and coax a tiny scraggly Tails, that looks 3 seconds from trying to bolt again, to get closer to Sonic and calm down. He does succeed after about 10 mins and gets BT to let him get close enough to look over his injuries. And they watch Sonic look over BT's injuries with the softest of big brother looks but when he's got BT turned around to check his back Sonic gets just a flash of anger but resigned look on his face. Cause Sonic knows those injuries and they weren't from the beam BT got hit with. (He'd forgotten how bad they were due to time and also being so young when they first met but now he's even more pissed off and sad about it) - Meanwhile people on West Side Island "why do I suddenly hear Kellin Quinn singing??"

So from there the crew moves out with BT almost glued to Sonic's side cause he's scared of everyone. Sonic has to fly them all back cause BT is too little to reach the pedals of the plane (to the surprise of a few of their friends cause they either forgot/didn't know Sonic could fly a plane also idk how to fly a plane but my imaginary one has pedals now). Finally they get back to a safe area, Tail's workshop, and the other's stick close but outside so they don't overwhelm BT while Sonic spends time cleaning/feeding/treating BT's injuries and put him to bed.

Once Sonic's got the little orange terror to go to sleep he gets everyone rounded up to talk about this and figure out how to fix it. But not before they all grill him for info cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails, they thought it was just the beam at first that caused BT to act like that but Sonic knew what to do so that theory jumped out the window. Cue Sonic giving them the watered down version of his memories of feral baby Tails, cause a lot of it ain't their business in his mind but they also need to know enough to not trigger BT into going full feral scared mode on them.

Even with what they know is the more sanitized version of events Sonic gives them everyone is shocked to find out this was actually how Tails was as a little baby toddler guy when Sonic first found him. Cause they all know how sweet Tails is. The difference is night and day. They are all also immediately mentally planning murder. (- Meanwhile people on Westside Island again "why do I hear Tyler Smyth now???? wtf??")

They all just get sad and angry cause who could hurt Tails (exceptions being made to this rule for Eggman and the rest of their circle of villains cause villains gonna villain).

I imagine Amy just starts crying cause she's upset that, that happened to Tails. But also she about to bust out that hammer and hunt some people down.

Knuckles is upset and suddenly feels really guilty about some of those early days fights he used to get into with Sonic and Tails when they all first met. But also recalling some small moments where a hint of this came out when he first met Tails but never to the extent he had seen earlier that day.

Rogue already kinda knew about it cause..spy, but not the full extent. Her info was coming from second hand sources that tried to hide the fact that they were so cruel to one of the only people who can/has stopped Eggman. She already got names and faces and she's about to get a bunch of new stuff when she robs all of them blind. And she's also planning on taking Omega with her, let him cause some chaos, blow up a few thing for fun-sies.

Shadow about to march up stairs, pick up BT, tell Sonic "this is mine now" and march out with a new brother. Also pay a little visit to Westside Island with Rogue cause he knew that face she made, she already has names and he wants in. Tails just reminds him so much of Maria and BT got Shadows 'thought to be long gone' protective brother instincts kicking into overdrive now.

The rest of this goes down with all of them just spoiling the hell outta BT, getting told stories from BT about his life and it just being one of the saddest things they ever have heard ever, and figuring out how to fix it by hunting down whoever did it to MAKE them fix it.

Bonus points: They also get to see how destructive BT is with weapons and learn:

1) why Sonic ban Tails from making some types of weapons.

2) that Sonic actually has the patience of a saint for a little destructive BT

3) Tails is way more down to murder than they had previously thought

Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambles. Long busy week so sorry if it's a little all over the place. It was a long post but it's also been a while since I posted.

#miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #they're brothers your honor #feral tails #let him bite

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helyiios · 7 months

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Benji relapsing and Ethan finding him

TW : drug abuse, semi-detailed description of someone shooting meth into his body.

There's a weird sort of thrill every time he takes out a clean needle from his medicine cabinet. A thrill that wasn't subsided by the adrenaline of his last mission, the one that had gone so horribly wrong he still wondered how he'd made it out alive. Serves him right for being part of Ethan's team.

He knows the guy, actually. Not—not Ethan. His dealer. He knows his dealer. Back when he'd settled in the neighborhood he'd seen him around at the 24/7 shop, had spotted that deliriously addictive white powder dangling from his hands and it had taken tremendous self-control to not run up to him and beg him for some.

Tonight was different, though. Tonight he felt hollow, he felt hollow but also so horribly excited, and he doesn't know why.

There's around ten thousand things he wants to do, jump in the air, scream, bite, shoot, hurt someone, hurt himself—

He knows that if he goes by the razors, he might not be able to regulate it, and he doesn't want to risk it. The white powder was the second best option, and as he stares at the small and transparent packet he'd retrieved earlier, he's almost relieved he's so used to it. It's empty now, relocated into a small glass, dissolved into water.

He hasn't actually touched it since he'd joined the IMF. But then again, back then he hadn't had to watch a psychopath tie a rope around his neck and tighten his grip, tighten it so hard he'd struggled and struggled and passed out—had he died, for a few seconds ?—before being set free by his teammate. The rope burns are still here, yellow and purple and dark blue and red, an odd canvas on his usually pale skin, shaped like disgusting veins and choking him whole.

He presses his warm compress to his arm—he's used to it, it's like riding a bike, really it is. He knows his good arm is his left, because that's the one where his veins pop out the best. They were ever the more visible now that he actually had muscles over there. The next step is always a little more annoying, because he's not and has never been good at tying things. He does his best with his tie though, stares at it for a few seconds.

Is this how Lane had felt, when he'd gone over his neck ? What the feeling that...pleasing ?

He tightens it.

The syringe is right besides him, and it doesn't take him very long for him to retrieve his little glass of diluted powder and to gently place the end of the needle inside it.

He pulls up. Not air bubbles.

Damn, he smiles. He's good.

He places the small needle into the most prominent vein the corner of his eye can catch, his chest so full and his eyes so, so wide.

Just once, he thinks. C'mon. Just once, to help with the pain in my neck.

Just this time. Then I'll stop again. I've done it once, right ? I can do it again.

He grins, and then he laughs. He laughs softly, gently almost.

Then a little louder. A little higher. Before he knows it he's downright cackling.

He's laughing and it feels good, it feels good because he's on the cold floor of his bathroom and the lights are bright and white, and he's alive and he feels so good.

I missed that feeling, he thinks again, going to fill the syringe once more. Just one more time.

It was exhilarating. He can actually spot his old injecting points, some not crossed out by the blade of his razor, and for some reason it's fucking hilarious to him. He's just so fucking happy right now that he could die.

What a way to go, wouldn't it ? To die so happy, so cheerful, what a fucking way to go.

It was expensive, comes his next deliberation. It'd be a shame to just flush it down the loo, wouldn't it ?

He grabs his syringe again, doesn't even notice his missed spots and the blood trickling down his arm. He wipes it off mindlessly, still cackling, almost stabbing himself as his fingers and hands were less and less steady.

It hurts a bit, this time.

He doesn't know how long he's stayed seated, because all of a sudden he's on his feet and his swinging his fists in some pretend-boxing way, picturing Lane in front of him, a gleeful expression scaring his face.

You didn't fucking get me, he singsongs, no matter how much you'll try, you can't get rid of me ! And someday, I'll get rid of you.

He's in his living room now, downing a can of Coke before—shit, he should've gotten some coke at well.

FUCK ! he screams out, slamming the can so hard it explodes, he should've thought about getting coke !

Why was he so fucking stupid all the fucking time ?! Huh ?! Why couldn't he just fucking get things right ?!

His head's spinning quite a bit, and he's not too sure if the TV had always been on that side of the room—hadn't it been on the left, near the book—wait, he closes his eyes, rubs them so hard he's afraid they might pop, wait, this wasn't how his flat had been designed. Had it ? No, he'd remember...

He collapses on his sofa with a scream, something between a joyful yell and a frustrated groan.

He needs to punch something, there's an excess of energy he can't quite get rid off, he picks at his skin and the unhealed scars, scratches his arms and thighs, his chest, there's a buzzing in his body that he can't seem to shake off, God, why does he feel so fucking restless ?

Lane's staring at him.

He shrieks.

Lane's staring and walking towards him but his eyes are too big and too blue, his hands—his fingers are so sharp that he can't even recognise them, his teeth are like fangs and he's walking, walking, step by step, so he jumps on his sofa and shrieks, shrieks, shrieks, tells him to stay away, to not come closer, he needs help, he needs—

He stumbles off the sofa and crawls to where his phone is, slams the buttons as quick as he can, looks up his contact list—FUCK his dealer, he'll fucking kill that guy, where the fuck is he, God, and Lane—Lane, he can see a distorted smile on his face and he's so fucking scared, he screams out, don't fucking try it, I have a gun, I have a fucking gun, I'll fucking shoot—

[Baby ?] comes a very clear voice from his speaker, [are you okay ?]

"He's going to fucking kill me Ethan," he hears himself scream, "he's here, he's—I've seen—he—"

[Wow, hey, wh—who's here ?] the other man asks suddenly, and he hears a weird sort of rustling over the line, [Benji ?]

"LANE !" he yells, "Lane's here, and he wants to fuck with me and kill me, you ne—I—fucki—help, you need to hel—"

[Don't leave your flat. I'm coming.]

"But Ethan, he's going to murder me !" he protests and he can hear the sobs breaking through his voice, "I don't wanna die, I'm scared, I'm scared, I don—"

[Don't. move.]

The call ends and he stares at his phone in pure anger, how dares he hang up on him ? Were they not fucking lovers ? How could he just fucking do that, he'll hurt him, he'll kill him—he throws the phone on the floor before letting himself fall to the ground and grab it again, only for him to slam it times and times again against the tiles, screeching louder and louder with every hit, fuck you Ethan he want to say, I'll fucking kill you !

There's a breeze against his neck and he's too scared to move, too scared to turn around so he stays there, eyes wide and pupils blown, breathes but not too loud, stares at the shards in his scarred and bleeding hand, lifts it up to his face, almost going crosseyed at it.

Lane's behind him, someone's behind him and he's going to die at any instant so he tenses and takes it in, waits for the horrific pain to come, waits, waits,

Wait.

"BENJI !"

The steps coming up to him are definitely louder than they should be because he winces at the noise, only turning around when he hears Ethan's familiar voice calling out for him.

"Benji, wh—FUCK !"

He stares up at Ethan and offers him a wonky smile, mouth contorted in some twisted and sickened grin.

"What did you do," the other man breathlessly asks, looking at his surroundings in pure horror, "is that—"

"I wanted—to—I wanted a break," he pants, "a break from my neck so I thought—I thought—"

"Benji, what did you take," Ethan growls, crouching so they were at eye level, "please, tell what you took."

"Just—just meth, diluted ? I—" he breathes erratically, his heart is going so fast it's hard to catch up, "I wanted—I forgot to ask for coke, so I just—I took—"

"What way, did you—oh, fuck," and it's the most he's heard Ethan swear, ever. He's looking at his arms and at the smeared blood and there's something like dread that's draining the colours in his face. "You shot yourself with meth."

"Yeah ? Like the good old times," he snorts, finally letting go of his phone, letting what was left of it clatter on the floor, "I thought—it just—"

"I'm taking you to a hospital," Ethan says, voice frightened, "we need to go, now."

"But—but Solo—Solomon Lane, he's—"

"Up," the other man says, grabbing him so he could rest most of his bodyweight against his chest, "okay, good, stay with me, stay with me, my car's just a few meters away."

"No, no, Lane's going to to follow us, he's going to k—“

"Lane's not here, Benji," Ethan replies, as calmly as his panicked state allows him to be, "you're high, and you're at a high risk of overdosing, so I'm tak—hey, no, stay awake, stay with me !" he yells as the other's eyelids dropped, "BENJI !"

"Awake, awake ! Jesus fuck mate, I'm so cold."

"I'm—it's going to be okay," Ethan breathes out, "it'll be fine, just stay with me okay ? I'm taking you to a hospital to—God, fuck, Benji. FUCK !"

"Sorry," the younger man can only say. "Sorry."

His body goes limp.

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #ask #anon #benji dunn #ethan hunt #benthan #ive #never actually written abt drug abuse so that was my best shot (no pun intended)

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