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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 3 months

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Hi🩵 I hope you're having a great day

I was wondering maybe if you could make headcanons about how percy would be like in bed like his favorite positions and things he does to his s/o

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE 🩵

What Percy would be like in bed NSFW warning

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tags: percy jackson

missionary for starters: so he can see your face and your reactions from above.

talking about above, I think he would also enjoy the foreplay to start things off - placing his lover against the counter or on top of something and get between their legs.

There, he can take off their shirt or his own shirt and do things slowly. In his mind, the bed is where things really start, so he wants to get comfortable as possible.

the idea of pounding and going harder is for very obv. reasons a turn on but he is hesitant to do it because in the moment he gets really close, so hes afraid he'll cum.

he has the habit of not only staring but also looking away shyly when they stare back. Sometimes he will hold the stare until either looks away, he likes to build tension during and even before they start. When his s/o makes noises, his eyes flicker to their face, he thinks its really flattering that they moan because of him.

once after the first time(s) he would be comfortable enough to start using different positions.

He would stick with the classics, missionary, doggy-style (this one really got his heart pounding in his ears he was so turned on he couldn't breathe straight and kept panting).

He likes the idea of grabbing his s/o's leg or ankle and yank them into place, like dragging them toward him so he can get a better angle.

Percy wants to keep quiet, so he ends up scrunching his face ups and cocking his head to the side, biting down and clenching his jaw tight, sometimes even holding his breath slightly.

but as soon as he breathes, a noise always ends up escaping. its like a half-whine but its somewhat high-pitched and doesn't last long (meaning he doesnt let himself drag it out).

the sight of his s/o looking up at him or looking at them from behind makes his hands somewhat clammy and he feels embarassed that he needs to wipe them on the bedsheets.

praise him, dirty talk him (this one takes him by surprise) and he becomes such a love-struck fool willing to do anything to please his lover. He needs to know if he's doing well, otherwise he will spiral and his thoughts will consume him - to the point where he might even run away.

if his s/o takes the initiative he feels flustered but also insecure for a moment: was he not doing it right? mind you, this guy is a virgin and has not done things with anyone, so he can't help but feel insecure. but yet again, convince him and praise him and he is back.

once the sex and the pillow-talk comes, he imagines scenarios for the future: like his s/o straddling his thighs while they're either on the sofa or in his bedroom, his shirt thrown half haphazardly on the floor somewhere, gripping his s/os thighs and he's leanign his head back in pleasure ...

he takes more initiative, not afraid of grabbign your waist or hips during normal day-to-day activities...it becomes such a visible change that his parents are wondering what happened.

Percy becomes more and more confident in himself.

his favourite position is honestly anything really, he isnt picky. but if I had to choose one, I would say the position where his s/o is laying down on their stomach and hes ontop behind them.

he forces eyecontact, that's all I will say.

he frowns if they try to control their voice, he hates it and will grab their hands away. or do it harder just for them to not be able to hold back.

has tan lines dont ask where ...

handsy and grabby but it depends on what position they're doing and the timing, honestly it's pretty random.

whenever he licks his lips its pretty audible, you can just hear it from across the room.

quirks an eyebrow (not to be judgemental) if you say you're too shy, because you're both naked at this point sooooo. but not pushy.

wants to get to know your body: fingering, touching you anywhere, making out.

Im sorry i need to add on that i feel like hes the type of guy rhat would actually enjoy standing sex. Like his partner gripping the kitchen counter or the wall while hes behind. I feel like he loves to get a nice rhythm going and the sound of his balls slapping against them, the obscene wet noises coming from their genitals, the panting and moaning from the both of them, his fingers turning white from gripping their hips (he's trying to hold himself back), his mouth hanging open supressing his voice (he has a bad habit of holding his breath while doing this so when he finally breathes he's panting loudly), him grinding into the person to pause (again, hes about to cum), he wants to keep going for as long as he can, the idea of milking and dragging out an orgasm is his favourite way to do it. And when his partner finally lets out a long moan when they reached their climax, they unfortunately missed how Percy threw his head back and yelled in pleasure too when he came. I swear the walls slightly vibrated when he finished with that moan, his father is the earthshaker after all....

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flaming-heart · 2 months

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pussyboy!skz and how they get off

hyung line - maknae line

chan

- his favorite way to get off would be using the showerhead

- would set the water stream into jet mode

- he would start slowly and build up his own pressure by putting more and more water flow

- he would be so whiny and desperate that his moans could be heard in the whole apartment

- you would obviously hear him and go into the bathroom with him

- "Do you need help there?"

- You would help him eagerly of course

- "Need you between my legs"

- so you comply and get on your knees to eat him out

- it only takes a few swipes of your tongue between his folds and he's already cumming all over your face

minho

- he would be agitated from work and would just like to let off some steam

- so after taking a shower he would lay on the bed and start pushing two fingers through his wet folds

- he would arch his back and moan at the thought of the hand being yours

- he would start inserting one finger and go fast from the beginning

- what he doesn't know is that you're coming by to see him as a surprise

- once you hear the lewd noises and squelching sounds coming from his bedroom though you don't hesitate to go in

- once he makes eyecontact with you he doesn't stop but just keeps going

- you slowly approach him and take his hand away, replacing it with your own

- you take on a fast pace just like he did when you came in and insert a second finger right away

- it doesn't take long for him to cum sll over your fingers

changbin

- who would be caught dryhumping one of your plushies

- he would try to get the friction he needed

- he would cry out your name and bury his face in your sheets because they smell so much like you

- once he gets caught he becomes embarassed until you come closer and caress his cheek

- "Did my bunny need some release?"

- you would instruct him how to properly bump his clit onto the nose of the teddy bear

- "Now get yourself off baby just how i explained you"

- he would become more and more sloppy with his movements the closer he got

- the way you were watching him hump your plushie took him over the edge

hyunjin

- he would be so desperate

- he would use a vibrator he had bought recently to get some release

- just like chan he is very whiny and loud

- he doesn't care though because you aren't home

- he would go slow in the beginning but then keep increasing his pace

- he's already all sweaty and drool is running out of the corner of his mouth when you get home

- he is so close to cumming when you make eye contact

- "What do you think you're doing there jinnie boy"

- at first he thought he was in trouble but you just wanted to help him

- once you're situated behind him, his back resting on you, you tell him to keep going with the vibrator

- you keep praising him for being such a good boy and play with his clit to get him the release he's been craving

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz scenarios #skz drabbles #skz imagines #skz x reader #lee know smut #bang chan smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut

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struggling-with-drivers · 2 months

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More brainrot thoughts, blame and thank @pucksandpower

Au where Charles is a gold digger and Max is the f1 driver Charles wants.

Okay okay okay so, can you really blame Charles, like can you really blame Charles?

His mom had been arm candy to his dad, that much was by no means a secret. It might have influenced his way of looking at life, more than anyone realised. But it's not like he wasn't influenced by anything else he grew up with.

The opulence that surrounded him, the over indulgences lurking in every corner, the wealth that absolutely did not whisper. Especially not during those few weeks the entire country breathes for Formula racing.

Charles was raised in luxurity, and it was everything he had ever known. The words your face is all you're worth, had been intrgrained into his mind and body since he was a child. He had showed no really skill in any of his subjects, neither any of the 100s of sports his Maman had rotated him through. He was hopeless at seemingly every single one of them, it did however make him a very interesting person, and if there was one thing Charles Leclerc could.

It was talk.

Charles was a great conversationalist, and an even bigger flirt. Cheeky in just the right way, and seemingly obliviously innocent in every other. Except he knew what he was doing, he knew he was a tease, especially when he ran his hand over someone's chest and practically purred into their ear. About how good he could be.

Then he would pull back, bat his eyelashes. Hook, line and sinker. Charles was have an amazing night, and then be showered in gifts and hush money. With an invitation of next time tucked away in his back pocket.

Pierre had called him a practically unsafe escort once, Charles had corrected him, he was in fact being very safe.

Then Pierre had brought along his Formula 1 colleagues, and can you really blame Charles?

Max had seemed so sweet, so forbidden in the crowd of Eden. Charles wanted to sink his teeth into Max, if not for the hush money, but for the way those eyes would look at him when he begged for more.

Then Max had rejected Charles, even after he had touched his chest, even after he had purred in his ear. Max had even resisted the way Charles battered his eyelashes at him.

What Max hadn't been strong enough to do, was look away. His eyes had been fixed on Charles's open shirt since Pierre had introduced Charles to the other. His gaze locked to the way that translucent shirt had a cut so deep, so when Charles bend over, Max could see his belly button. Not that he needed the gap, the shirt itself was seethrough enough on it's own.

Charles had guided Max's hand to his side, and Max had excused himself for a drink.

Abandoning a full drink on the table.

He had needed air.

Max didn't see Charles again for a month, and he should have known better, in fact he should have expected the beautiful man to show back up in his life. Because then there Charles was. Right at the Monaco GP, walking down the Paddock, his arm linked with someone else, dressed in all red, supporting Ferrari.

Max should have brushed it off and moved along, so why couldn't he?

Why was the only thing he could think about as he accepted the trophy and got doused in champagne, that a certain beautiful man clad in Red would look better in Blue?

Pierre - who Max didn't think he had talked to more than few times in the last year - had clasped his shoulder, warned him not to be stupid. Then that was it, and Max had seen him move away, hug Charles, and pepper a few kisses on his cheeks, before Charles had nuzzled his way back under the arm of some guy Max didn't know. Not that he cared.

But Charles had looked at Max, even as the Monégasque kissed the cheek of his lover? Keeping the eyecontact, as though he had forced Max to watch, a way to taunt this could be you. He needed to get his shit together, they had met once, and seen each other twice.

Then came the victory celebrations, and Max didn't know how Charles had ended up on his lap, there was plently of spaces left in the booth, but he had picked Max's lap as his preferred seat. Except, Charles hadn't looked at Max not even once. Even he had kissed Pierre hello, right there, on Max's lap.

His eyes had been glued to Charles.

Who did not even look at him once, and Max - fully sober - was feeling so fucking intoxicated. Over this guy, a stranger, a something. Something dangerous, something that reeked of scandals.

When Charles had gotten up, all eyes turned in his direction as he sauntered away. Max knew, for he had looked as well.

Monaco GP was over, and Max could relax, at least that's what he told himself. The world had other plans for him, how had Max never realised how small Monaco really was. That Damned beauty seemed to show up everywhere, at the coffee shop, when he was on a run, even at the paddle club.

Had Charles always been around?

Except, each time he saw the Monégasque a longing feeling spread through his chest, it was followed by the reminder, Charles was always looking at someone else. Max doesn't think he saw the same person twice with an arm around Charles.

Max wondered briefly, in a moment of weakness, and post nut clarity, would the price be worth the feeling of his hands on Charles waist. Then he had chased the thought away, with the unnessecary paperwork, and NDA's and besides. Pierre had said to not be stupid. Pierre - who probably cheered every time Max made a slight mistake - had warned him.

Charles knew his effect on others, he was fully aware of each set of eyes that followed him. Nothing thrilled him more than walking through the street, being someone's accessory, and everyone appreciating him. Charles had quickly found himself enjoying a specific pair of eyes, they belonged to a certain Dutchman. Someone Charles would never had imaged being able to get with a few years ago. But that had been when Charles was younger, and now, he had honed his skills well enough.

He knew that it was only about time before Max Verstappen would break.

Max will sometimes see Charles hanging around the paddock during the European stint of races. He had convinced himself that he had become immune to the magnetic pull of the charming Monegasque. But it was quite a shock when - after having made the long journey to Suzuka - he sees the familiar perfectly messy hair.

More somber than he had ever seen Charles before. The beauty had traded in his typical Ferrari red for AlphaTauri white and navy, and a guest pass declaring him “Guest of Pierre Gasly.” Then he had joined Pierre on a track walk.

Max had watched as Pierre and his trainer continued making their way around the Suzuka Circuit even as Charles wandered towards the run-off area on the outside of the Dunlop Curve. And then Max watched as the normally composed and aloof man fell to his knees.

Max looked around. No one else seemed surprised to see the Monegasque’s body shaking as he sobbed on the gravel. Max had spotted Daniel across the track with his own trainer and nudged his way over to the Australian.

“What’s up with him?”

"Charles Leclerc?" Daniel questioned, "You don't know? He's Jules- was Jules god son."

"Oh," Is all Max said, he didn't know what else he should have said.

And Max felt so stupid, how hadn't he made the connection before?

No wonder no one else had seemed surprised, that Charles was constantly hanging around the paddock, wearing Red when his friend was in white and blue.

No wonder that in addition to being especially close with Pierre, the older drivers seem to have a bit of a soft spot for him. He probably should have realised there was more going on after hearing someone mention Pierre and Charles grew up together.

They'd all seen that the sport can take and take and take - the sobbing man of front of him was proof enough of that.

Max had barely realised, he was standing in front Charles before the words. "It sucks." Had rushed out of his mouth, and god, the other man snorts. Too taken aback with what Max just said, to have realised he stopped crying.

He looked up at Max, and a brief thought barrels through his mind. Fuck Charles looks good on his knees. But then Max reminded himself that that was probably pretty fucking inapproiate. Instead he reached a hand out, a sort of apology, but definitely an attempt to help to other to forget what Max had just said.

"Thank you." Charles smiled at him, the tears were still fresh on his chins, but Max could breathe a bit lighter when his hand clasped with Charles. He rest his other hand on Charle's back, as he wobbled for a few moments. Before Max realised where they were, retracting his hand to his side, far too fast, far too uncomfortable.

"Thank you." Charles repeated, letting go of Max's other hand. Max made an attempt to not show the disappointment on his face, the way the Monegasque smiled at him, told him he had failed. And Max didn't mind loosing that much when Charles looked at him like that.

With a few weeks in the back mirror, and some alcohol in their bodies. Charles had found himself with Max in the driver's penthouse apartment.

Max's lips were moving against his own, but then Max spoke, and Charles just wanted him to shut up. That's why he kissed him to begin with.

"What's your price?"

Charles froze for a moment, before returning to running his fingers over Max's sides.

"Your guilt will tell you tomorrow." He murmured back against Max's lips, so Max was aware of how Charles worked, and for some reason, it hurt.

Charles had never been paid directly, never a predetermined amount, it was all in hush money and gifts, places he had been taken and shown off, the clothes on his body, the drinks in his hands, the jewellery around his neck and fingers. Pierre had once called him a prisoner in golden chains, and Charles had told him he was full of shit.

But then Max cooked him breakfast.

This was not part of the deal, this was not part of anything. This was not how this was supposed to go. Max was supposed to tell him it was a mistake, and pay off Charles to keep quiet. Not cook him breakfast.

"Why- why are you-" His voice failed him, the Monégasque known for his smooth tongue, and tempting words, cannot speak. His greatest weapon had been lowered by a man in a silly apron.

"I don't regret anything."

Charles had been gifted jewels by princes and dukes and lords. He had been gifted Ferraris and Lamborghinis and Bugattis by billionaires. He had even been gifted a yacht by a sheikh once (long story). But this was the first time that he had been made to feel human after. That someone had gifted him the feeling of being wanted for more than his body. And now he feels like crying at the sight of slightly charred toast and scrambled eggs.

Max seemed to panic at the distress Charles was feeling. Unable to understand what was going on, not that Charles blamed him at all.

"I'm so sorry," Max had rushed out an apology at the first sight of potential tears, "are you vegan? Celiac? Fuck I should have asked, I have celery! Do you want celery?"

Charles had laughed at that, tears in his eyes at the sight of the formula 1 world champion reduced to panic because someone like Charles might not like his breakfast.

"I fucking hate celery," Charles had told Max, feeling a lot better, despite the Dutchman's confusion and seemingly oblivion to all the feelings that had been cruising through Charles.

Then one of Max's cats had jumped on the counter and tried to kidnap Charles's toast, and Max had set chase after the cat, and Charles had found himself thinking.

I could get used to this.

#lestappen #max verstappen #Charles leclerc #f1 #Fic #Delia brainrots

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heivexl · 4 months

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YOURE HERE, THATS THE THING | enha hyung line x fem!reader

synopsis: when wanting to pursue your friend with benefit, how did it go so bad?

warnings: suggestive things intended but no smut, enha r assholes

a:n : i wrote this when i was very tired js to try and finish this draft, ignore the grammar mistakes and rushed scenarios

lhs: well, maybe on the phone if you let it sing

you and heeseung have been seeing eachother for a while now, as much as you hate to admit you ended up falling for him, but hey he never said you two couldnt fall for each other right?

or are you just making excuses for yourself?

snapping you out of your thoughts, your phone rings. the contact reads “hee:)” smiling you pick up the phone

“hey pretty”

god. why did he do this to every girl he hooked up with?

“do you say that to everyone?” you laughed

“nope” he said popping the p

“your my special girl.”

you smile leaving silence between you two over the phone

“come over yeah?”

“yeah ill see you” you said sighing as you pressed that red button.

friends with benefits.

as you made your way to his door you couldnt help but feel like a girl who just discovered her crush. knocking on his door he answers and leans on the door frame “looking for me?” he teases then lets you in.

laying in bed, you look over at him using his arm as a pillow staring at the ceiling. maybe it was the giddiness or the afterglow kicking in but you couldnt help but admire him “your staring” he said turning to look at you smiling “i know.” you said back

“whats on your mind?” he asked maintaining eyecontact

you dont know where it came from and honestly if you could go back now you’d never say anything at all

“i think i fell for you.”

silence.

he stares at you for a second with his mouth agaped a bit. you tilt your head confused with his reaction. he caught onto this and cleared his throat

he hummed and looks back at the ceiling and changes the conversation.

you drifted off to his voice and he lays there wondering how to take in your feelings, how does he even feel?

in the morning you wake up to a empty space. rubbing your eyes you sit up and walk around his house trying to find him, assuming he left you decided to leave too and just talk to him later.

well hours later and he still hasnt messaged you or called. instead you decide to call him, maybe hes been busy.

ring

no answer. searching up his instagram you clicked on his page.

**user not found**

fuck.

pjs: when the lights go down, dont say i didnt warn ya

as you both relieve yourselfs he lays next to you, your first instinct is to lay your head on his chest like you always do. he automatically brushes through your hair with his hand whispering sweet nothings

if someone wouldve asked you why you did it, you’d have to sit there for at least a hour to explain yourself. but somewhere, somehow you said it. those 3 words that should never be said to a friend with benefit

“i like you.”

you feel his hand stop as he stiffens and sits up causing you to sit up too.

“y/n, you cant like me”

now realizing the words youve said to him you stiffen up to him.

why would you say that?

you never even talked about liking him (maybe thought about it)

“i’m not good enough for you, really im not someone youd want to date”

“jay…youre the sweetest guy i know, what are you talking about?”

at this point hes putting his clothes on, as he was about to walk out your bedroom door to leave

“when the lights go down, dont say i didnt warn you.”

sitting there confused you stare at your now closed door until you heard your front door close. laying in your bed you wondered what he meant.

seeking answers you try texting him where you had no hope, the delivered message made you sick. shutting your phone off you decide to get ready to go to the party you knew he’d attend tonight.

the music was blaring causing to flinch but it didnt matter, you were looking for one person.

making your way through the crowd you spot the person you wanted to talk to so bad only to have a sunken feeling in your heart.

in the dim corner of the party he was making out with another girl, its not like you wanted to watch, you couldnt watch. but you couldnt move.

suddenly his eyes meet yours.

they soften for a moment

then shake to a cold expression

“dont say i didnt warn you.”

he mouthed across the room to you.

you turned around and shook your head leaving, this is the man you thought about 24/7 after he spends his time with you?

but if you had turned around for just a second, you would see how his eyes followed your figure, slightly watering.

sjy: and i know you said that were not a thing

having a friends with benefit-ship with one of the most wanted guys on campus was tedious but he treated you so good so it wasnt that bad

so good you almost forgot it wasn’t real.

it hit you when he invited you to be his plus on at a frat party, but what you didnt realize is that all his friends would be there. who had no clue who you were.

now you get it. yall only had sex, no commitment (you wanted some though.)

but it was more of the contrast. how he would caress your face complimenting you.

“your so fucking beautiful”

“your the only one meant for me”

“where would i be without you gorgeous?”

which is now

“oh who are you?”

“jake ! my man you got game”

“aye another one? my mannn”

each one broke your heart, what happened to being the only one to him? and his reply isnt any better

“oh this my friend y/n!”

“y’know it”

“pshhh cmon now”

as he was talking to his friends, you walked away needing fresh air outside.

this, he quickly noticed and followed you out while calling for you

“pretty where you going!”

“do you wanna leave now gorgeous?”

“y/n!”

he caught up to you and turned you around to face him, which he was met with your watery eyes.

“woah woah, princess whats wrong?” he said holding your face the same way he always did

ripping his hands off your face you spoke

“what are we jake?”

he pauses at your question, not responding

“do you like me or not? am i just one of your side hoes or no?” you said tears streaming down your face at this point.

“y/n, please dont tell me you thought this would go anywhere further”

at this point you were fed up. walking away from him you call a uber, silently crying home

psh: you just wont admit that youre smitten

its not that you were being cocky in your friends with benefit with sunghoon, trust me you were still in denial, but each time all his friends would tell you that you should confess to him as you have him “wrapped around your finger”

each time you laughed it off until you couldnt. it was haunting you, you couldnt think, smell, hear, see , taste, or touch anything without thinking of confessing to him (dont think of anything else nasty😒)

during one of your study ‘dates’ you were off. he immediately caught it, normally youd be talking as he tells you to shut up and you both laugh it off but to his surprise you were awfully quiet. the only noise radiating off you were the taps of your pencil meaning your anxious. in which he rest his hand on yours for comfort. unfortunately this didnt make your case better, your heart was thumping out of your chest at this point.

people would call you stupid for your next move

and youd agree

but truly in your defense it was in the moment and was gonna kill you

“SUNGHOON I LIKE YOU.”

you said looking at him

he lifts his head and raises his eyebrow

then immediately laughs

you feel your gut sink at his laughter, what was so funny?

“y/n where did you get the stupid idea of liking me from?”

“well i thought youd like me back…”

he paused and stares at the table

“why would you think that?”

“your friends they…”

“y/n theyre joking.”

he said bluntly making you nod and go back to your work

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Peter Parker Masterlist (MCU)

this boy is gonna have a whole post just for himself cause damn

The Spider Boy

Headcannons

Pinning

14 and 46 with Peter Parker

“Dont you love me?”

“I’ll ruin you if I ever see you talking to my love again”

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?”

Not Crushes Soul Mate

Comforting recently broken up Crush

Pretending to be a couple

Copycat trying to court Crush

Valentines Day

Yandere Copycat

Bullied S/o

Oblivious crush

S/o that loves Physical Affection

Panic attack comfort

S/o who doesnt believe in marriage

jealous cause the kissing scenes in your preforming play

Happy Birthday

Trying to get S/os parents approval

S/o with invisibility power

S/o with a bad home life

Aunt May finding out Peter kidnapped S/o

Kidnapping headcannons

Peter coming into S/os dimension via Movie

S/o who ran away/Disappeared

S/os a mermaid

starting college before him

Teenage pregnancy

Scary movie marathon

Pumpkin Carving contest

Married in LA

Zombie Apocalypse

S/o being frightened from watching horror movies alone

Post Infinity War, Ghost! Peter

First meeting, stalking, and taking pictures of Crush

S/o w/ superiority Complex

S/os the daughter of Tony Stark

Queen S/o

The type of Photos Peter will have of S/o

photoshoping himself into pictures with S/o

Manipulative S/o

“Dont say youre lonely, you have me!”

Halloween HC

“i love you, and ill do anything to prove it”

Body image issues

Yandere Crush

Dealing with another Yandere whose after you

crushs a weeb

Youtuber S/o

S/os protective best friend

Joining the side of his Villain S/o

Jealous cause S/o likes WWE

S/o whose close with their family

Touch starved S/o

“dont run away from me”+ “i need you”

Movie Star S/o

S/o who loves to be doted on

Movie Star S/o prt2

Jealous caused youre shipped with others

Being separated in classes

Jealous cause S/os spending more time with Ned

Jealous because of S/os protective, clingy Little sister

S/os parents finding out about his yandere traits

Youtuber! Peter obsessing over S/o

S/os friends trying to separate you

Someone else asks S/o to be their Valentine first

S/os father, Tony, not liking peter

Workaholic S/o

Popular S/o

Vampire S/o who feels bad for feeding

Touch starved Peter

Straight Forward S/o

S/o with a terrifying Father

Relaxing w/ you after Spiderman duties

S/o who finally escapes

Athletic S/o

Thinking your cheating

S/o who constantly loses her glasses

Druggie S/o

Childish Drunk S/o

S/o being taken advantage of

Jealous of your friendly Teacher

S/o hiding her chest

S/o Hiding behind him

Comforting Workaholic S/o

Constantly tired S/o

S/o who stalks, takes pictures, and steals peters underware

Trying to break up with Peter

Proposing to Peter

Suddenly jumping on peter for a piggy back ride

Taking a depression nap

Someon flirting with Naive S/o

Selfless Kidnapped S/o

S/os Parents disapprove of the relationship

Short S/o struggling to keep eyecontact

Fighting anyone who bullies peter

Online Crush coming to visit

pyromaniac S/o

Recharging after Finals

Villain S/o dating Peter to kill him

Stoping Server Workaholic S/o

Stopping S/o from fighting

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

S/os Suicide TW

S/o with acrylic nails

Pregnant S/o running away

Getting better score than Peter after he Tutored you

Surprised by how muscular Peter is

S/os a unknown Hero

Peter paranoid at S/os birthday party planning

Stalker S/o forgetting to turn of their cameras Flash

S/o that does archery

Voice actress + Cosplayer S/o

S/o coming to America for College

S/o on her period

S/o asking for tech help at ungodly hours

Emotionally immature affectionate S/o

Sterile S/o

Someone trying to get your pantie shot

Intimidating but sweet S/o

S/o whos chill with Peters yandere traits

Player S/o

S/o with negative affiliations

Learning Sign Language to Adopt a deaf child

Bad, corny pickup lines

College S/o bringing back gifts from their Home Land

embroidery w/ S/o

Avengers finding kidnapped S/o

Gamer Rage S/o

What kind of parent Peter is

S/o accidentally revealing their powers

S/o being harassed because of “Thin Privilege”

S/o Shuting down when kidnapped

Autistic S/o

Tourist Crush

Comforting S/o whose parents are divorcing

S/o who loves to do calligraphy

S/o who Friendzones everything

S/o hacking into Stark Industries

Gluten allergy S/o

Pissed S/o punching a whole in the wall

Starving Succubus S/o

The Purge + Hunted down

S/o whos not allowed to celebrate Halloween

S/o who is immune to Incubus Peter

Kuudere S/o + Haunted House

Overworked S/o due to parents

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world

Monster fucker S/o being disappointed she wasnt kidnapped by a Orc

Saying a Werewolf pun to Werewolf Peter

Kidnapped S/o asking for videogames

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world PRT2

Werewolf S/o

S/o that can bring dolls to life

Bad Necromancer S/o

Telepathic S/o

Demon S/o

Escaped Naga S/o

Monster S/o Attacking peter

S/o who speaks in older languages the angrier they get

S/o having a breakdown

S/o who is secretly a DJ

Going to halloween party with Dullahan S/o

Exhausted yard worker S/o

S/o not caring for their birthday anymore

Finding out S/os a harpy

Finding S/os sleeping on the streets

People Pleaser S/os friend commits suicide TW

Tsundere S/o

S/o being upset for what peter did in their dream

S/o sneaking out to go Black Friday shopping

S/o staying home for their birthday

Knowing Spidermans peter when he saves S/o

Android S/o finally showing a huge step in affectiom

S/o just moving to NY

S/o escaping to go to McDonalds

Independent Crush in a Zombie Apocalypse

Immortal S/o pranking people in brutal ways

“What if we ran away together, JK kidding… Unless?”

Crush trying to get peter and their friend together

Stalking S/o to their safety

S/o has hyphema

Darlings brothers are terrifying

S/o sneaking out to star gaze

Murdering someone S/o knows

Yandere S/o not liking Aunt May

Witch S/o giving peter a magic Romba

Artist Male S/o gifting peter a portrait of Uncle Ben

Kuundere S/os parents not supporting them

Cat girl/boy S/o

‘Dead’ s/o being found

Dotting on stressed peter

Succubus eating off of affection rather than lust

Bullied s/o fighting back

S/o who acts like a cat when they want his attention

S/os name is hard to pronounce

Yandere letters

1st generation immigrant S/o who isnt good at English

Bratty S/o

Drider

S/o has a friend thats basically their kid

S/o who forgets to eat

S/o who forgets to sleep

Joining S/o in gym

Darling with Fainting spells

S/o who forgets to take their meds

Depressed darling comfort

S/o addicted to monster energy drinks

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/os obsessed w/ space

Keeping naive S/o out of trouble

Male s/o that flirts alot

Motherly S/o

Hunted down by Werewolf peter

Aro S/o who loves physical affection

Pleasing

Pleasing prt2

NS FW alphabet A-Z

Sub Peter w/ Male S/o

Creampied w/ Male S/o

NS FW headcannons

Using your underwear

Jerking off in S/os bed when theyre away

Watching S/o masturbate through closet door

Omega peter convincing that hes a worthy mate. slightly NS FW

Breeding + Submissive

Breeding kink

Worked up in the middle of school

NON-CON Breeding kink

Sexually frustrated S/o

Sitting on Peters face

Indulging Male S/os dirty fantasy’s of Spiderman

Soulmate + Somnophilia

Sensory deprivation w/ Sub Peter

Somnophilia HC

Naga Peter NS FW HC

Somnophilia w/ male s/o

sending him sexy pics

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deepreviewvoid · 8 months

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- Trust has no value -

pm Dazai × gn Reader!

Genre: Shenanigans,,

Synopsis: a game of two truths and a lie in an abandoned warehouse quickly turns into a dangerous game of trust.

Background: Reader is also a mafioso, and has known Dazai for a good while after being recruited under his wing, but time alone establishes nothing mutual, especially in a place like the port mafia.

Triggers: this is the port mafia, really, what else should I say? (Knives, Suicide mentions, Blood)

The mafia is a cruel organisation, that is an understatement, it is nothing short of a demonic one that reaps its privileges forcefully without second thought. You didn't have any bright plans in mind, or even a clearer line of morality, so you decided to join for the benefits, the money, and the thrill.

Climbing the ranks wasn't awfully difficult, you were smart and knew your way between the thugs and the knives, sure you've had your scoldings, but each sharpened your will and hardened your tenacity untill eventually, you were recognised by one of the executives, who later took you to work under his team.

He had weird subordinates...to say the least.

An orange haired kid with an attitude? apparently, he manipulates gravity and its the strongest ability known out there. It would be a random beautiful day, but not for Chuuya because he'd always curse the fact that he and Dazai worked almost too perfectly together, infact so well that they were known among the mafia as Double Black, or something like that. He instead preferred to talk about wine and motorcycles, and both topics never interested you, so really, you and Chuuya never found common ground unless it was a battleground.

Then there was Akutagawa, he was quiet, tense, and with a comical amount of temperament. His ability had a personality of its own, which safe to say, it stems from his deepest core which is filled with pure loathing. After working with Dazai for a while, you pretty much realised that Akutagawa was like an orphan he picked and made a punching bag, no wonder he's traumatised.

Anyone would be naive to think that Dazai cared about these two with any possible shred of genuine concern, empathy or even bondship, no.. no no, you'd be gravely mistaken, Dazai intentionally dug out his heart long ago, thus, he solely relies on his mind, his thought process and wit that has kept him alive, and will soon make him the next Mafia head.

You are no exception, you knew that he doesnt trust you, and you never trusted him either but this is the mafia right? We're not here to make friends and share our woes as we cry our hearts out in loving trust. Yes, we're one big family, but that's a metaphor, afterall, we're a family armed with guns, everyone has a gun, anyone can play the game.

You knew the rules and you played the game, you only focused on your tasks and nothing else, however, you also kept one eye out at the suicidal executive, human nature was a personal interest of yours and you couldnt just ignore the opportunity to study how that man works, from afar, of course.

It's been months since you've been here, and today you learnt something new, Dazai has a little something for abandoned warehouses.

________________________________________

"Thank you for joining me tonight y/n!" Dazai said with a hint of sarcastic cheerfulness as he sat crossed legged a top of an empty shipment container, it was practically rusting everywhere.

"I was quite bored, think nothing of it" you were leaning on the container from bellow, staring at nothing in particular. "now why did you actually even bother inviting me is what I'm interested in" you didn't bother making eyecontact, the empty warehouse was already doing its job at echoing your voice loudly enough.

"How should I word this?-" he flipped the pages in his book as his eyes scanned the pages with the help of the dim moonlight. "Think of it as an opportunity, for the both of us" he said in a deadpan voice, not curious or interested, just simply stating.

When Dazai speaks of opportunities, its always about his opportunities. You're not going to get anything out of it, and you knew that too well, so you simply rolled your eyes.

but ... you were willing to play his game.

"Tell me more" you asked, and he replied almost immediately, "do you trust your superior?" and you replied bluntly, "orders are orders so yes, but if we were to sit in a room as strangers with one gun, I don't think so".

And so, you two lashed out in a series of questions being asked by him, to be immediately answered by you.

"Feeling is mutual with the latter, next question, where do your loyalties lie?"

"To the Mafia's prosperity and continuous succession"

"Guns or Knives?"

"Knives, give or take"

Dazai made a sound close to humming just for the notion of the conversation, the page of the book he was holding made a sound as it turned once more, but then the book was abruptly shut right after, as if the new page's contents were boring.

"You know, you're such an interesting person to strike conversations with!" You rolled your eyes at his comment before blunting replying "Do you call this one sided conversation really interesting?", he was the only one asking, but then again, do you even dare ask? There's no guarantee that this man won't play around it.

"Don't get me wrong y/n, I value honesty, you may go ahead and strike me for this ground to be fair" his voice echoed from above the container, and soon enough, he jumped down gracefully to impose direct eyecontact. It was always his way of intimidation, but you also knew your way around, so you burned more fuel into the game by throwing the dice.

"Guns or Knives?"

"Guns are more reliable, they're the embodiment of aiming your will at who you choose to kill, I did notice that you're more of a knife type of person..." his answer ended on a question, and for the sake of this, you didn't entertain him the pleasure of giving an answer, instead you pushed for another question, which made him faintly smirk at the realisation.

"Are you a masochist?"

He chuckled lowly "I don't take pleasure from pain, infact I hate it... and you already know about these" he lifted his arms, "they're just suicidal tendencies, is all"

You took in his words as you both made unwavering eye contact, Dazai was almost always confident in his words, they're a result of his trusty mind afterall. "I'll take my turn now, what do you think of my prowess as an executive?" He said.

"You get things done effectively, your manipulation skills are intimidating and you know how to control the pawns, out of all executives, it seems that you have the least casualties among your men"

"How astute of you, I must say it's even quite flattering" he dramatically raised a hand in fake admiration.

It's your turn now~

"Tell me more about Ango and Odasaku, from my observation, I know that you spend a lot of time with them, what about them? do you trust them?" You didn't break eyecontact as you asked.

"Ango is an informant officer, secretive but rely on him, Odasaku is a great drinking buddy, dont underestimate his low ranking" he effortlessly answered a vague answer, without giving a single hint of doubt in his half assed answer.

At this pace, there's no way you can use this chance to learn more about him, so why not make things more interesting for the both of you? "Do you want to play a game, executive?", his single eye showed signs of intriguement for a moment before a smile ever so faintly crept on his face, he likes games doesn't he? "a magnificent proposal"

"Let's play two truths and a lie, simple, and i'll do you the honors by going first" you smirked slyly as you imposed your three sentences, to which one was a lie.

"I trust you"

"I prefer knives over guns"

"I'm completely loyal to the mafia"

You wanted to play that game, you wanted to make the answer obvious, so you chuckled and nodded when he chose the first statement to be the lie. He found this entertaining, it's entertaining when a game losses its rights to be called a game, because the answers are already there from the start. This was unusual for him, most games he played were of cat and mice in real operations, but this harmless game? Oh it was something else for him, so he proceeded with his three statements.

"I trust you"

"I prefer guns over knives"

"I'm a suicidal"

You both were practically staring daggers at each other when you chose the first answer, and when he revealed it to be the correct one... You both chuckled in quiet irony, the warehouse sending your eerie voices echoing around.

"Chuuya is not as half as entertaining, unless I make him to be, this is more fun, I must confess" he said first between his laughs, and you replied right away with your own confession.

"I agree, Akutagawa hates my guts, I can't even start to have a proper conversation before he lashes out rashoumon at me" you replied dryly, also between your laughs.

Two people just confessed that they don't trust each other and there they are laughing like a bunch of maniacs. What kind of insanity is this? You asked yourself, but in reality, you asked him something far more unusual...

"Then humor me, since we don't trust each other, would you be willing to take a dare from me?" Dazai gave you the most unhinged look for a couple of long seconds, probably out of an act of suspense, he agreed in the end. "If you humor me as well with the same request, then gladly"

Dare for a dare, eye for an eye. You can ask him to do anything and he can do just the same, what enticing possibility should you choose? Knowing yourself, you were already going to choose something psychological, the excitement was apparent in your voice as you placed your dare on the table.

"Close your eye for ten minutes, ten minutes of pure truth where you'll answer any questions I impose with atleast some material honesty"

Without hesitation, nor comment, he closed his one remaining eye as he stood infront of you ever so casually, it was like you're staring at a corpse if it wasn't for his chest heaving as he took his long breaths and his brown locks that were fluttering in the gentle wind of the open warehouse, it made him a pinch more alive.

The executive is already committed to the dare it seems.

"So, how does it feel to close your last eye?" You crossed your arms as you stared at him, making sure to not move yet, as that will give him some hints.

"I would be lying if I said I'm closing the bandaged one, but don't worry, I see nothing" he chuckled, "some people think I hurt my eye, but I didn't, and I wouldn't go far as to visually impair myself. I only wear this patch to switch between my left eye when I'm in a darker environment"

"So you wouldn't go far as to visually impair yourself, but you jump in rivers? Seriously.. Hirotsu made me fish you out before because that old man's back couldnt swim" small cries of laughter escaped your lips as you giggled at the memory.

"Don't question a suicidal, what if I told you that my true love in life is a fine rope?" He said in amusement, sighing also in mock amusement.

Now that's entertaining, you thought. But hey, let's press for more questions, so far his answers are genuine, or atleast appear to be.

You made an intentional sound of shuffling as if to grab something from your attire to give an illusion, to let his mind wander. You approached him untill you were only two steps apart, he stood unflinching.

"Tell me, what's your mind thinking?"

"Two things, you're attempting to psychologically trick me, and what the hell is y/n doing, honest" his lips curved unto a high smile, a sly one.

"It's kind of hard isn't it? You always trust your mind and the judgements it provides because your eyes play a crucial part in providing sources, but without your eyes, what can your thoughts even produce?"

"You know, a blind man can still become a mafioso, they can strongly rely on their other senses to produce judgements that are just as accurate as someone with perfect vision. I don't think there's a difference in my judgement, but I must confide in the fact that I enjoy this test nevertheless"

"What if I told you that I'm holding my knife?"

"That's a lie"

"How could you tell?"

"By sound..., oh, now you're holding it~"

And it was true, this time you were holding your favourite little knife, you ended many lives with with one. It surprised you, but then again, it shouldn't surprise you that he was able to tell the tiniest sounds that a normal human wouldn't hear, that's because our ears don't focus on the little things in life, unless we force them to do so.

"So what about my knife? How do you feel about it?" You made a show, only to yourself of course, by masterfully flickering the knife around, it obviously made sounds as it cut the air.

"I've always liked the shape of your knife's handle, it's very grotesque, which is why I like it. I'm also thinking of all the ways you could stab me right now, it's exciting, can you believe that there are over a hundred of ways to stab someone?!"

You rolled your eyes yet again tonight, he was way too enthusiastic in his mentions of suicide and harm, you probably already know atleast half of his most read book by now, the complete manual of suicide.

"Well? What's the liberty of the knife holding?" He asked, still unhinged, and still he stood in the same position and posture since the ten minute clock.

You shrugged, "it's fun to swing it around", your knife deviously coming close to his own body, you were also enjoying this...

He was only smiling during the whole thing even as you brought the edge of your knife over his non-bandaged cheek.

"So it's true, you really don't fear death" you whispered, as you glided your knife over his cheek, in truth, this knife was a dull one, not your sharp one that you usually kill with so really, It was a pathetic knife that you held so dear, it was a knife uncapable of hurt, it didn't even spill one drop of blood,

unless you applied more pressure,

which you did.

"You know, I don't think I'll prefer to have a bandage on my good side, try not to make it too ugly", his skin tingled with a familiar feeling, the feeling of being cut. "Bandages on both sides? Really?" He sighed at this trouble as if it concerned him greater than the fact that you're running a knife across his cheek, and that a drop of blood is begining its race to his jaw.

He didn't stop you, and this was too prexpeling that you forced yourself to stop.

You wiped it off the drop with your finger, the wound is too weak to spill more than two drops anyway, and you seathed your knife back to its place. You noticed yourself unable to stop staring at him, your stomach slightly flipped at how morbid a human can really be. It fascinated you, but at the same time, you realised you were dealing with a challenge...

This man doesn't tick like a clock, because there were never batteries to begin with.

"It won't scar" you said while looking at your finger, wiping the blood away in your clothes, ah, the privilege of wearing black clothes, you took a few steps back, he's the same, he didn't move since the start. He's an executive.

"That's good to hear" he let out a huff, "what a dull knife you have, why do you keep it with you? If I had to guess, its because it holds intrinsic value."

"Hey, you don't get to ask questions here" you said in mocking sarcasm, he immediately refuted "I get to, ten minutes have passed-" he opened his eye again with a faint smirk.

Already? How long have you been staring? How long have you been trying to stab his cheek? And does he count time just like that? You didn't dare check your phone, you knew he was right when you estimated the time and went over the events in your head, you gave up and sighed.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, hooray" you said in a stern tone, almost mocking him once more. Dazai doesn't hold grudges much, in fact, this guy is a sucker for insults, especially when the enemy insults him.

He simply smiled mischievously "now close your eyes for ten minutes, and answer my questions truthfully" of course, that freak chose the the same dare and you can't complain at your own game, so you immediately shut your eye lids, and the last thing you saw was his face, a finger that he swiped across the little cut you gave him, and a smile.

"Tell me, if I were to do the same, would you let me? Would you flinch?" You thought of the question, and truth be told, an answer immediately popped in by heart, so you answered truthfully.

".. no, not really, eye for an eye I suppose"

"Why do you think that I don't trust you?"

"We've worked together before, we both saw what each of us are capable of, even one of the most valuable lessons you've taught me is the fact that evil expects evil from others"

"Astute, but not the answer I seek"

"Wait, let me guess again"

He let out a huff, you could imagine that he was smiling, "go ahead" he said as if he'd be patient for eternity, even if you took two minutes out of the previous ten.

"Perhaps because trust is a weak word... Does it even have any value to you?" You realised that you just asked him a question, so you didn't keep your hopes up for an answer, however.. he replied.

"It's hard to say, trust is a personal debate of mine, that said, 'trust no one' is a motto some live by, but in reality, if one were to never to trust anyone, then no real progress would pursue. As much as I despise it, Double Black is based on trust, and as much as the head of the mafia despises it, he too must rely on his executives." Dazai's answer was nothing short of well thought and well constructed, still it left you puzzled even more, what was his stance? Is there anyone he trusts?

But alas, don't push your luck is what you've convinced yourself in this moment.

"Over to you now, why don't you trust me?"

"I don't think anyone should trust you, truth be told and I be damned for saying this"

"Oh? Don't worry, do continue, I want to hear your reasoning"

"With all due respect executive, you're awfully good at manipulation, nothing short of a master manipulator. I don't think you'd blink twice before picking up a card and discarding another, you choose not to be a piece in someone's game but always to be the player in everyone's game."

Dazai chuckled darkly, almost too darkly for this. Suddenly, this game has went ten degrees colder. "This is too good" he said a simple sentence, but who knew what it implies, even worse, you can't tell what it really implies when you can't see anything.

Then you heard his footsteps, the sound between each step was consistent so he took normal strides... about four steps, you already estimated that he's one step infront of you, too close.

"I told you, we have the most interesting conversations" he said in a cheerful tone which was now closer. "Do you remember that operation that sent us flying?" His voice wavered a little as he quietly chuckled "the bomb situation at one of our warehouses, it was a chaotic one"

That time, an enemy gang placed a bomb at a mafia warehouse, unknowingly, and unluckily, you and Dazai happened to be near the explosion radius, it was one of the worst casualties that the mafia had in years and after it, came in days and days of endless work to amend the losses and seek revenge.

"That happened almost two months ago, yet I almost forgot you still have that bruise" you can feel his eyes trace that place you know well, there was originally a glass shard that impaled your skin dangerously at the backside of your neck.

"I broke an arm and your neck was bleeding like no tomorrow, yet we held our ground. I'm still surprised you didn't pass out that day" you felt some air on your nose, it didn't take you long to realise it was his breath. Needless to say, he smelled terrible.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Just saying my thoughts out loud, by the way, ten minutes have passed" you waited a few seconds to open your eyes, he was already back where he originally stood.

"Fair game executive, fair game" you smirked at him, sure, he's mysterious, witty and suicidal, but the past hour has been the most interesting thing you'd done since you joined the mafia.

He let out a crooked smile before taking out something familiar, your dull knife. "Do you remember? I asked you if this knife had any intrinsic value to you..."

Once again, you rolled your eyes, of course, he swipped it off you earlier. "What's got you so hooked up on that knife, Dazai?"

"You did just cut an executive's cheek, what privilege already!" He joked tauntingly as he swung the knife across his fingers in a careless manner.

"Says the executive that would let anyone murder him~" I cooed as I slugged ny shoulders.

"Come on, quit blabbering, I deserve an answer" he pouted dramatically.

Eventually, you just let him have what he wanted, he was like a kid demanding candy, and that was scary enough.

"Fine, this is the oldest knife that I have, that's all there is to it. I found it on the street too"

This is also the knife that got you first blood.

"Oh, so that explains why it's so ugly" he flipped it left and right observing it once more, as if the new information provides a whole new picture to the knife.

You sighed before swiping it off his fingers, "Seriously- gimme that" he let you take it, but his smirk was forever plastered on his face for somereason. "Don't even get me started on your taste in river spots!" You seathed the knive back into your little leather holder before looking back him with a teasing taunt, it's almost baffling how he manages to flip between kid and executive.

"You choose the spots that are next to port- I repeat- next to port- that means murky water, contaminated with oils and rust. Is that what you really want to fill your lungs with? In that case, I'd consider suffocation, or even lethal poisoning instead of drowning in pollution. Have some self worth atleast for your dead body"

Dazai didn't say a word, at first which made you second guess you existence, but oh well, he broke into giggles, little by little, into a full blown laughter, even holding his chest with his hands as a form of dramatic flare or perhaps it was genuine. You couldnt hold yourself back, why did that sound come from your mouth, why were you laughing too over suicidal methods? You couldn't help it, you knew half of his damn book.

Eventually, you both calmed down from the hysteria.

"I still don't trust you" he crossed his arms, turned his head slightly away, still in eye contact. "so that means, I can't trust your choice in suicide methods"

"I don't trust you either" you copied his exact same posture, also crossing your arms. "I can't trust your judgement in knives"

"Drink with me tonight?"

"Only if you'll humor me with another dare?"

"Deal".

-End

And that's how pretty much Dazai introduced you to his go to bar, Lupins.

A/N: I'd really appreciate feedback since this is my first. Thanks :) that was fun to write.

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 3 days

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1. & 14. With Paul please

1. I saw someone at the window.

14. Are you alright?

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this!

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A soft sigh escaped me as I reached for the remote control. Somehow, even though I had it only a moment ago, it had moved just out of reach. The channel I was stuck at was playing a horror movie, although I wasn't sure whether it was Halloween 1 or 2. Still, it didn't really matter. It was almost the same movie anyway - whether Laurie Strode was being chased by Michael in Hatchetfield or in the hospital, in the end, she would survive. I paused the movie to get some drink for myself, wondering whether a final girl would know she was a final girl. At one point, maybe after finding all the bodies of dead friends while you're being chased, someone should realise that, right?

I poured myself some coke, putting the bottle back in the fridge and looking out the kitchen window. It would be a clear night. Still, it was to early for the boys to be out - the sun was still painting the sky a deep red - but I knew they would be on the boardwalk within the hour. I decided I'd finish the movie, and then head out.

I was about to turn back to the livingroom, when I could have sworn, I saw something. A figure. Someone outside, staring in. I froze. I looked.

Nothing.

I shook my head. I'd probably imagined it, being too caught up with the movie or something, right? I entered the living room, putting my glass down and closing the curtains. If there was someone outside-

I froze, staring out my window. Fifteen feet away was a figure. Staring at me, at the house, at the window - holding something.

"Shit!"

I quickly closed the curtains, locking the windows and the doors. I searched for my phone, finding it on the couch. "Please be awake, please be awake!" I muttered as the phone rang several times on the other line.

"What's up?"

The voice on the other end sounded sleepy, and barely awake - but he was awake.

"Paul? Could you skip the boardwalk and come over, please?"

I heard some stumbling noises on the other end.

"Eh, sure. What's going on?"

"I don't know. There's - I saw someone at the window. And he's staring at me, and he's just moving around the house and I am kind of scared?"

"Shit, babe," I heard him sigh. "Have you locked everything?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Check upstairs too, make sure everything is locked tight, and don't go anywhere without a weapon."

"A weapon? I don't-"

"Get a knife from the kitchen, alright? I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay. Please hurry?"

"Sure thing, babe."

He hung up the phone, and I did as he had recommended. I ran to the kitchen, grabbing a large knife. I tried to keep a strong grip on it, but my palms were sweaty. I ran up the stairs, making sure everything was locked. I entered the bathroom, locking the window, when I heard a noise. It was coming from my bedroom.

And then I remembered how I used the balcony this morning, enjoying my morning cup of coffee there. And how I'd forgotten to lock the door.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I breathed panicky, moving to my bedroom as quietly as I could. I didn't dare to make a noise. On my tiptoes, I moved into the room, noting that it was empty and quickly closing the door and locking it.

I turned around, screaming as I saw the figure I'd seen outside standing in the doorway.

"Who are you?!"

I got no answer, and I decided to do the one thing I could think of. With my free hand, I unlocked the balcony door. Slowly, without breaking eyecontact, I slided the door open.

I quickly turned, running out, climbing over the railing. The man ran after me, grabbing for my arm, my leg - I screamed as I hung upside down, held up by my own leg.

"Let go of me!"

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. I saw the knife in his hand, I saw the glee in his eyes... I closed my eyes, terrified of the fall - and I kicked him. Hard. He let go, and I fell down. Down, ready to feel my face land in the cold hard gravel, ready to be taken to the hospital because either jumped out of a window, only to not land.

With a slight frown, I opened my eyes, realising he was here. He held me, holding me in his arms.

"Paul!"

I hugged him tightly, breathing a sigh of relief. No matter who was inside my house, Paul could handle the guy and kill him if necessary.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he put me down, looking me over. I nodded. I might have some bruises come morning, but no lasting injuries. Scare wise, however, I was not alright.

"He's inside the house. He tried to grab me, and-" I took a deep breath. "I thought I'd die."

"I told you I'd be here as quick as I could."

I smiled weakly. "Do you think you could kill the one behind this?"

He grinned, a little to enthusiastically if you didn't know better. "Absolutely!"

He was about to move to the house, when he turned to me, kissing me softly.

"Stay here, alright. I'll take care of it. And when he's gone, I'm going to help you put new looks on your doors."

"Thank you." I took his hand, before letting go. "Please don't damage the house to much?"

"No promises, he tried to hurt you. Forigve me for being a little vengeful."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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sparkles-and-trash · 6 months

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dabihawks smut smutty smut 👀💦❤️‍🔥

Dabi thrives on giving Keigo any form of pleasure.

It can be anything from rather innocent things like playing with his hair or giving him a massage, but it very much also carries on into the bedroom.

It surprised him at first, how much pleasure and joy he got from seeing someone else feel good because of him.

Pretty quick he understood, however, that it wasn’t about making «someone» feel good; it was about making Keigo feel good.

Keigo, despite the spectacle he put on for the public, wasn’t someone who indulged himself much in anything pleasurable, at least not before he met Dabi.

So when Dabi manages to get the workaholic hero to finally let loose and have a food time?

Yeah, it feels fucking fantastic.

And there are so many options to pick from!

Keigo loves to feel truly seen, and Dabi loves seeing him.

He loves to discover things nobody else have ever known, like just where to press his lips to get Keigo to whine in a particular tone, or how to touch him to make him chirp and flap his wings.

Oh, how he loves to hold Keigo’s lithe, strong body in his arms, press him close, closer, closer, to feel how every muscle in his lovers body tremble from the pleasure he brings him.

When Dabi presses kisses against skin that’s only ever been kissed by him, the inside of the blond’s thighs, when he opens him up with his tounge and kissed and fingers, slowly but meticulously, while he gets to see, feel, hear just how much his bird is enjoying himself.

When he finally moves upwards, after taking his time taking his lover apart, he gets to see the already fucked out look on Keigo’s beautiful face, his eyes wide and teary, puplis blown so wide the gold is only a thin circle around them, mouth hanging open and a thin layer of sweat and tears covering his freckled cheeks…

Well, fuck him if it isn’t already worth every single second and every single hand and jaw cramp.

But he’s not done, of course, far from it, and he loves to remind Keigo of that with a passionate kiss as he runs his hands along his sides, nudging his legs apart with his own so he can place himself between them.

When he finally lines himself up with his lovers enterance he always makes sure to make eyecontact, both for the little nod of approval, and even more so that he gets to enjoy every detail as he finally sinks into his tight, wet heat.

Keigo’s pretty lips will quiver, his nose and eyebrows scrunches up, and he makes just the prettiest noises Dabi has ever heard.

As the villain’s hips sinks in deep, deeper, deeper, and rolls slowly and steadily over the hero’s prostate, making sure that every trust feels amazing, the hero will wrap his strong arms tighter around the villain’s neck, pull his entire body closer to his, and he won’t let go until they’re done.

But that’s okay, because that means that Dabi will have every little noise Keigo makes right in his ear, which is just the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

After, when they’re both spent, pliant and out of breath, Dabi will once again get the chance to properly take in all of Keigo’s appearance.

His blond curls hanging heavily down into his face, eyes honey colored and soft, his pretty face flushed pink, and completly relaxed body covered in hickeys and finger shaped bruises.

The feeling Dabi is left with in that moment doesn’t really have anything to do with pleasure, or satisfaction, but he’s not quite ready to think about that yet.

A few years down the line he’ll look back at himself and roll his eyes, but for now, he’ll contuine to act like he doesn’t know that this, this is what love feels like.

#dabihawks #Hawks #Dabi #Keigo takami #touya todoroki #Hawks x Dabi #Dabi x Hawks #Keigo x Touya #Touya x Keigo #toukei #hotwings #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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ellus986 · 1 year

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Call me daddy!

Pedro Pascal x reader one shot

Note: you are Pedro’s make up artist while filming last of us.

Warning: drinking, kissing, forplay and unprotected sex

You arrive early on the set, so you can have your breakfast in peace before work, while facetiming your bestfriend.

“He is such a daddy!” Fan girls Letty.

“You tell me? I work with him, he is 100% a daddy!” You bite from your banana, but freeze in the movment as you see Pedro’s reflection in the mirror already closing the door behind himself, with a cocky smile on his face. He 100% heard you, and you still having a banana in your mouth. “Sorry, I need to go!” You end the call not even waiting for an answer. “Sorry, I thought I had a little time before you arrive…” you say with a fully red face, as his smirk is unwashable from his face.

“It is my fault, I came early!” You could swear he winked at you, but it is more possible you are going insane. “So tell me a little about yourself!”

“Me? Oh no, I’m not that interesting!” You blush even more as he looks you up and down before answering.

“I beg to differ!” That cocky smile again, it made your whole inside clanch.

“If you say so!” You finish your breakfast, and turn to make his makeup.

“Tell me if I cross a line…”

“No, no, no! I think I crossed a line when I called you daddy… even I did not wanted you to hear it…” you blush, but make eyecontact in the mirror.

“I’m gladly listen to it!” That cocky smile again, does he know how he effects you?

Few weeks later:

Pedro kept on with the flirting since you called him daddy, and you were a partner in it.

You are eating a chocolate bar as he is opening the door.

“Daddy is here!” He immidietly locks eyes with you, and puts on an even more cockier smile than he had on entering. “You are teasing me!”

“Am I?” You asking, while eating your bar the sexiest you ever had.

As he sits down you put your hand on his shoulder. He turns to kiss it, and it send a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t the first time. Even you haven’t done anything more than little touches, it was something, something special, atleast for you.

“Pedro! Don’t move around I can’t work like this!” You giggle.

“Please, call me daddy!” He looks at you, and you feel defeted.

“Okay daddy! I need to pay my rent so I shall work so I don’t get fired!” You giggle, smoothing some hair out of his face.

“Do you want me to pay your rent?” He ask jokingly, still you know there is some Truth to it.

“Ofcourse not!” You answer. “I can do that!”

“Sure you do!”

Later that night:

You are sitting in a nearby pub drinking gin tonic waiting for Letty, when you see Pedro across the room with some costars. He looks at you, you glace over him, but than turn back to the counter. You know better not to think anything more than you have.

Your bestie finally arrives so you can get more and more drunk together.

“Why can’t daddy take his eyes off of you?” Letty giggles into your ear as you two are already pretty drunk.

“He is not even looking!” You turn in his way but he is speaking with someone.

“Just wait, three, two, one!” As she says it, he turnes in your way, with burning eyes. You look away, not knowing what you want.

As the night goes on you start to dance on the dancefloor near to the cast’s table. You try not to look at him, but time to time your eyes locks and you feel lost. When you are about to order one more round of gin tonic he steps behind you.

“You been a naughty little girl all night!” He wishpers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Pedro, I’m here to have fun with my best friend, and you are here to have a good time with your cast members!” You don’t turn, looking in his dark eyes would break you.

“Last time you didn’t called me that!” He sounds huffish as he steps even more closer to you.

“Last time we were alone, and I was your dirty little secret…” you wouldn’t be mad about it, if he wouldn’t act like this in public, you are okay with being a secret, as long it takes no further, and you two can live your separet lifes.

“You think you are just that?” He grabs your arm and turns you in his way. “You think I want you to be a secret?” As you nod he continues. “No sugar, I think about you day and night, it kills me how much I want to fuck you, even right now,right here… God I am dying here longing for you!” You stare at him like he is out of his mind.

“Don’t be a pussy, daddy!” Walks past Bella, with a hug grin on her face.

“You never were a secret!” He cups your face, and before you could say anything he kisses you. “I never kept you a secret!”

“So you are thinking about fucking me?” When he can’t look in your eyes you continue. “Everytime you walked in on me with something in my mouth, I wanted something else there!” You lick his lips, and he gets his familier cocky smile on.

“So should we stay like we have no plans at all, or make it obvious and go to my room right now and make love?”

“I may will be the whore of the set, but I vote for plan b!” You giggle into his mouth before kissing him. “I just need to say good Bye to Letty!”

“With what excuse?” He laughs as you start looking for her.

“Oooh I’m doing what she ordered me to do weeks ago!” You laugh uncontrolable.

Both of you say your good byes and than grab eachothers hand at the door. He speeds up as soon as you two are on the street.

5 minutes later he opens his door and lets you in his hotel room, as you step in he shots the door and pushes you to the wall, kissing you so passoinet you can’t even breath. He undresses you even faster, before you could push him and change positions so now you are in charge and he is at the wall.

You get down his shirt before kissing his chest and abs getting on your knees. You unbutton his jeans realising he has nothing under it.

“You really…”

“Yes, I was thinking of it all day, all night… wondering how big… Oh my God!” You can’t finish as you push his pants down to his ankles.

“Satisfied?” He chuckles.

“Defenetly!” You wishper onto his member and he shivers, before you could lick it, and suck it. His knees are weakened, and shivers runs through his body time to time, and you work your way down with your mouth.

“I’m so close… but I want to play with you first!” He moans before pushing you away, and lifting you up, so he can easily walk to the bed with you, while kissing you again. His mouth fells to your cunt. He licks you so intensive you curl your back and moan.

“Please, Daddy fuck me!” You moan trying to keep your head up, not being a total mess.

“You sure about it?” He stops and looks in your eyes.

“You want my consent?” When he lets nods with a shy look on his face you continue. “Yes Daddy, I want you to fuck me here and now!” He gets on top of you and kisses your lips. You shiver as his cock touches your enterence. His groan echos on your neck as he kisses you there while slowly sliding into you. “Please, Daddy faster!” You are already on the verge of a climax, when he does as you say and speeds up. “Pedro!” You scream his name as you cum, and he goes even faster keeping you on the edge.

“Y/N!” He groans seconds later as he follows you, and covers your still clenching walls with his seeds.

He falls next to you hardly breathing, your heart is pounding too. He hugs you and keeps you close, as you fall asleep listening to his fast beating heart.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro Pascal fan fic #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal smut #smut #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanart #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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thedeadawakens · 2 years

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Just friends.....

(Note: This is smut. This will include choking, first time, no prep, and this is Eddie Munson x Male Reader. Does not go into detail of if you are AMAB or not.)

You and Eddie were just friends. Bestfriends by now. Yup. Only that. Not matter how much you love him, you would just be friends.....

So why is he letting you watch him masturbate?

You watched silently for a few minutes, befor you asked if you could help him with his little problem.

He nodded excitingly.

Atleast, it looked like it? You couldn't exactly tell. It was dark and the moon was the only light.

You approached him, slowly. You slowly climbed onto the bed, it dipped with your weight, Eddie had his hand on your hand, moving to his dick.

Softly, you wrapped your hand around it, it was huge....

He guided you hand up and down, it was weird, but also, a weird turn on.

He was grunting roughly, bucking his hips into your hand, you lowered your head down to his dick, your mouth opened as wide as you could make it, and took in his length.

It was too big, you had to still use your hands, you picked up your pace and he started to moan lowly.

Just as he was beginning to become sloppy, you stopped, making him grunt again. He was not pleasesd. Hushing him, you lifted yourself slightly, making eyecontact with him.

You took off your undergarments and pushed your head towards his.

You kissed his jaw harshly, he would probably have marks later.

Climbing back into bed, you had both legs around his waist.

Lining up to him.

"Baby, I need prep you first." He told you huskily, putting his hand on your hip, stopping you from pushing down on him.

You shake your head, whining. You needed him in you.

You needed him so bad.

Grabbing his hand, you put it on your throat, effectively taking his focus off of you trying to get his dick in you.

You throw your head back as you push yourself on his dick, him squeezing your throat tighter as he was taken off gaurd.

You moan loudly. You're sure your neighbours could hear you.

This was your first time, and you weren't planning on whimping out.

"You feel so good. So good. So good." You whimpered, rocking on him, not letting yourself bottom out.

Eddie makes sure to have a tight grip on your throat and hip. "Such a good boy. You like how it hurts, huh? My cute little boy couldn't help himself. Could he? You just had to get moving right away."

You nodded harshly. You couldn't get enough of him. He was so big, hitting every right spot. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure. You wanted more, but his grip on your hip wouldn't allow you to move.

"Please move. Eddie, please." You had tears in your eyes. You needed more. "Master, please." You pleaded.

Something in Eddie switched because all of a sudden you were being pounded into.

"Oh Baby. Begging me to pound into you and then calling me Master, fuckkkkk. You don't know what you do to me. Do you? I've been waiting to do this since Sophomore year."

"Me too," you couldn't hold in your loud moans, "Master, faster, faster, please. Can't hold on much longer."

"Aw. Baby. You're just like a little virgin. Not being able to hold it in, how cuteee." He rammed into you faster, nailing into your swet spot, causing you to see starts. Cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Masturbating has never made you feel this good befor.

Once you came down from your high, you realized he was still going, making you whimper out, you were overstimulated and he kept going.

"I can make you cum again baby, watch."

You nodded. Panting hard, he switched positions now. Instead of you riding him, you were now on your back, head on a pillow, and legs on his shoulders.

"My good boy. My pretty boy. So good for me, yeah? Taking me so well. Little hole twitching on my dick." He was starting to feel a hot pool for in his stomach.

"Master, Master please, I think I'm gonna-" Befor you could finish what you were saying, you finished on his dick instead. Biting on his neck hard enough to taste a small bit of copper.

Your whole body shook with your orgasm. You were definitely never going to feel the same after this. No masturbating could ever make you feel this good. No toy could fill you this well.

He suddenly growled out your name, "Fuck. Y/N, I'm gonna- Gonna cum in your pretty little hole. Gonna fill you up."

With that, he filled you up. You could feel the hot liquid in you. Wanting to keep this warmth forever, you wrapped your legs onto his hips tightly.

"God Babe. You feel so good. Came like a little virgin."

"Like a virgin? I am- was a virgin." You mumbled out shyly. How embarrassing. Though, you were over joyed with him being your first.

There was silence...

His dick twitched in you.

"I must have heard you wrong. What?"

"Well. You were my first time Master." You could feel him twitch again.

"I was your first time?" His eyes met yours.

"Yes." You slighty adverted your eyes.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss.

It was soft and passionate.

"Baby. I want to be your first everything."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, you were my first and only kiss since we were 14."

He twitched again, slightly pushing his hips up, hitting your sweet spot again.

You whined out, starting to grind into him.

"Nuh uh baby. Enough for tonight. How about you cock warm me and tomorrow morning, we go again. Huh?" He kissed your forehead.

"Ok Master."

"Fuckkk," he groaned, "You should call me that in public." He winked.

You nodded and hid in his chest.

You were tired at first, but now that you settle down, you realized, you are absolutely exhausted.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things x male reader

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jovialtorchlight · 4 months

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Ballad of Johnny Kidd

My name is Johnny Kidd. I’m a bad, bad man. I’m cold, on the verge of death, stumbling through a fierce winter storm somewhere just North of Bangor, Maine, a bullet lodged in my thigh. I was following an old logging road out of the deep woods. I got lost, trailing spurts of blood like a breadcrumb trail. I see it; a tiny flicker of light through the lashing white snow. The cabin. I pound on the door.

“Mister! Please, it’s so cold out here! Please, let me in! I’ll…I’ll freeze to death!”

An old man unlatches the door; I practically fall into the cabin, legs giving out, trembling. He’s walking towards the fire, doesn’t offer to help me up. Doesn’t even look at me. I think shit, I’m bleeding all over his floor, but the bleeding has stopped.

“Strip to your birthday suit, right there in the mudroom. Hang it up. It’ll dry. Don’t be bashful, kid. I won’t peek. Got a pair of long johns hanging on the coat rack. Once you put them on, grab the folded blanket, wrap yourself in it tight,” he says.

I follow his directions.

“You’re a real kind person, mister. Thank you,” I said, ambling towards a chair by the fire.

“Kindness has nothing to do with it. Just don’t want to see anyone else freeze to death on this mountain path. Hard times claim enough good folk around these parts. Don’t need to lose anyone else,” he said, staring into the crackling flames.

Goodness has nothing to do with it, I think. I’m naked under the blanket, ‘cept for a sawnoff shotgun strapped to my back.

“I really owe you my life, sir. I can already feel my bones warming. Blood thawing out.”

“Any frostbite?” the old man asks. I looked down. I was already toasty. Fingers and toes looked fine.

“I don’t think so, sir.”

“Good, good. Sit. Warm yourself by the fire. Don’t have a bed in this shack, but you can sleep in the chair. Hopefully the storm will be finished by morning.”

I linger, not sitting. I’m scoping out the cabin, ready to pull the loaded gun from my back and spatter this oltimer’s brains on the wall. He doesn’t have much. It’s a bare wood cabin with cedar planks and a woodstove with rusted pots and castiron pants.

“I do appreciate it, sir. Truly. It’s a whitewash out there. Any longer, the snow would have swallowed me completely. My company wouldn’t have found me until the spring thaw.”

The old man doesn’t break eyecontact with the fire. He chuckles.

“Company. You mean your gang of bank robbers?”

My hand moves to the gun. I’m about ready to end this foolishness.

“Sir, what do you mean? I work cutting trees.”

The old man’s voice drips with contempt.

“No you don’t. You’re a much better shot than you are a liar. You’re Johnny Kidd.”

I drop the blanket, naked. I draw the gun from my back. The Old Man doesn’t flinch.

“Damn. Nothin’ gets past you, old man. Move and this room gets a new coat of paint. Say, you haven’t even looked at me yet. Am I that famous? You can tell who I am just from my voice?”

“I know you, Kidd.” the old man says.

“I guess so. Have we met?”

“I’ve seen the newspaper clippings. A sheriff came by the cabin a few days ago, said your gang might be around. Wanted by the federal government, and every bumbling, whiskey drunk county sheriff this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Look. I know you got a shotgun pointed at my cranium, to your back, and I know you’ve been thinking about shooting me in the head since you first came into this cabin. But I ain’t no lawman, and I ain’t trying to collect the bounty on you…even if I could finally retire down to Rio with your blood money,” the old man says, a soliquiy into the fire.

My hand lingers over the trigger. But instead, I speak.

“Huh. Well, you marked me pretty good, oldtimer. Most people start cowering, throwing their watches and jewlery at me when they figure out who I am.”

For the first time, the old man turns to face me. He’s normal, saggy skin and a long gray beard.

“Kidd, when you first came in here, you said I was a kind person. I ain’t kind. I could plead, sure. I could beg, say I just saved your life. But that don’t matter. You’re not the type of person that responds well to kindness, are you?”

Ha. Kindness, I think. Fuck kindness.

“No, I reckon not. I ain’t apt to “kind” my way out of a shootout. Kindness ain’t ever done nothing for me. Pops was kind before he was fileted in his sleep by a drunkard he let stay in the hayloft.”

“That’s why I’m here. You ain’t gonna respond to charity, kindness, or the yolk of human compassion, are you, kid?”

His tone drops into a command.

“Look into the fire.”

I try to pull the trigger, but my finger locks. I start to move towards the fire, like I’m being pulled like a boxcar on a railine. I try to fight the movement, but I can’t. I bend down and gaze into the dancing flame.

“What do you see?,” the old man asks.

“Jesus, what kind of witchcraft is--”

“Answer me. What do you see?”

I saw her. The boys and I had the bank on Main Street locked down, about to grab the bags of cash, jump in and speed away to hit the next town. She came out of the washroom, unaware we had the place held down. I shot her through the neck. She choked on her blood. I meant to shoot the wall to scare the clerk into opening the vault…the bullet ricoheted..I didn’t mean to shoot her.

“I see her. Jesus, shot her through the neck. I swear to God, I didn’t mean to--”

“Course not. Is that what you tell yourself when you’re alone at night? Is her throat, ripped open, the image burned in your eyelids?”

I collapse on the floor, holding my face in my hands. The old man stands up from his rocker for the first time.

“I’m almost sorry for you, kid. There ain’t any other way to set you straight but raw power, right? A kind sheep is still a sheep, and you’re a wolf, right, kid? You’re a predator, ain’t you? You sink your fangs and take whatever you want from those poor fieldmice cowering in fear, right?”

“Shut up,” I sputter. I gather myself, uncrumple from the floor, stagger to my feet.

“You’re talking real funny, sir, and I implore you to stop--”

The old man laughs, spittle flying.

“You ain’t gonna implore me to do nothing, kid. Like I said, I ain’t kind. But I’m just.”

He sits down.

I draw the gun, aim it at his temple.

“Ha. Just. You mean, you’re an agent of justice? What are you gunna do, old man? Tie me up and take me down to the jail? Kill me? I got a gun pointed at you, but I got a sawblade in my satchel... I’m gunna have some real fun with you.”

Old man sinks back into his rocker.

“I ain’t going to cower, kid. I’m gunna show you something. Sit. Down.”

Despite everything in my body, I sit.

“Watch the fire.”

Depsite every voice echoing in my mind, I gaze again into the fire.

“A dozen lawmen are tracking you. Been following you since you killed her. In fact, they’re closing in on your camp now. Budd’s just got pumped with lead. Big Frank’s brain is oozing out. They’re following the tracks. They’re gunna find you, kid. Rather, they’re gunna find your frozen body next to your dead horse.”

I feel the pain of freezing to death; like someone stuck my body into a pit of ice blue flame.

“Oh my god.” All I can manage. A whimper.

“God ain’t got nothing to do with it,” the old man says. “Savor it. Not a lot of men get to see how they die, Johnny. But it doesn’t have to happen like that. You got a way out, kid.”

I don’t belive him. Ain’t no way out, I’m an cornered cat and he’s a rabid dog.

“Instead of killing me, get up, take my seat by the fire. You’ll be waiting for a while. For as long as I have. Till some other poor fool gets lost in the storm. You help them, you help them thaw out, you send them away. Keep waiting by the fire. Or, you kill me. Outside these walls, it’s just ice. Ice, snow, and death,” he says.

“I’m dead either way, ain’t I? I’m dead right now, ain’t I?” The question flashes like an explosion. “Am I dead? Am I dead?”

The old man shakes his head.

“I can’t answer that for you. You got to make a choice, now. Before the fire dies. We’ve been in here for a good bit of time already.”

I look at him squarely. He’s not reacting. Just a dirty, saggy, weathered old face. My fists clench. I want to kill him. But I let the wave of hate roll over me, and I’m left with whatever is left in the wreckage. The old man gestures for me to pass. I sit in his rocker. I look at the flames, for a few moments, an hour, a day, a year. I don’t know. I don’t care to know. The old man is gone.

It’s cold. Someone is pounding on the door.

“It’s freezing out here,” someone calls from outside. “You gotta help me, Mister!”

I don’t look up.

“Come in. Door’s unlocked. Mind you don’t track in too much snow.”

#western #jonny bolduc #jovialtorchlight #poetry

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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hiiiiiii m! read s2 ep2 and i LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!! <3 i actually am so relieved that steve reader friend divorce era is over......idk why but friendship breakups make me sadder than actual romantic breakups, partly because friendships themselves are so selfless and sort of by design the least selfish, or self interested you can be, with the benefit just being "we get to hang out!". i'm fascinated that steve forgave her so quickly as well, maybe because he's in a vulnerable spot right now (???), but i really did enjoy that reader was willing to make amends instead of sort of just digging an emotional hole for herself and exaccerbating the problem. i'm excited to see if she'll be as proactive down the line when things get more serious between them.

the way you handle nancy is interesting. i'm glad you don't shy away from reader being jealous of nancy and the attention of johnathan and steve and being pretty and rich, which omg, can drive full grown adults crazy, so why wouldn't a teen girl feel it, but also see nancy as like a full person? i also really appreciate your/reader's willingness to see both sides of the conflict, at least so far. a lot of people, from what i've seen, seem to view that night as a very traumatic night for steve where he got his heart broken, and that's true! it is! but it's also a night where nancy got blackout drunk from survivor's guilt that everyone around her told her to ignore in favour of just forgetting everything she experienced. that would make anyone upset! she probably does feel like her relationship is bs if it's main priority is not allowing her best friend's parents to find peace and move on! anyways, what i'm saying is that it's nice to have a realistic yet emotionally mature main character, and one who is so because they themselves are emotional and very in tune and self aware of them and others, instead of for just like, the plot vaguely, or because of modern sensibilities, no it's just an established and consistent part of her character, which is hard to do and it's so cool that you do it so well near constantly!

but i really was cheesing a lot like it just felt like a classic early 2000s CW show which is the high i'm constantly chasing. one tree hill season 1 episode i think 13 college party was very much the vibe i was getting. i should have been wearing cheetah print and leather and listening to the strokes as my friends convinced me that local basketball player was really the only guy who ~gets~ me. "i'll be" by edwin mccain plays in the background as we make eyecontact from across the room. you set the vibe, is what i'm trying to say.

billy was weirdo and creep and i'm happy he was acknowledged as such!!! not kidding when he came up to the reader i was also uncomfortable and it just had that very deeply horrible frat guy energy that makes every person subjected to it feel very objectified, and i think it's even more interesting that this is, from what i remember, one of the first time someone's shown outright interest in her, so i can imagine that that makes it even worse. i also sort of like the set up of johnathan defending her and steve holding him back, feels very much a great physical example of their position so far, with both johnathan playing a larger role in her life, as well as maybe signalling that johnathan's role as her protector, friend, confidant, all that is now passing onto steve's "hands", as steve's quite literally holding him. idk if that's too much i just had fun! and steve's final thoughts. my god. what an oblivious young man. the immediate jealousy and awe he feels.....his willingness to forgive....her promise to him as he confesses........both very moving and also amazed he hasn't realised his own feelings yet and excited that it will take him longer to do so. them making the promise together especially was so good, and such a good parallel to the one she and johnathan made in s1, and i'm excited to see if steve and r are able to uphold it better than johnathan was and how it'll serve to highlight the differences in their relationship.

very lengthy so my apologies, have a nice day and looking forward to ur next chapter!

hi angel !!

u touched on something SO BIG and i loooove discussing it: steve forgave reader so easily. and YES it was a bit ??? but later itll make sense. overall weve seen that steve just so genuinely trusts readers intentions with him, he never doubts her honesty and hes been pulled towards her since day 1, so of course he immediately was like “oh yeah we can be bffs again <3”. HOWEVER ,,,, this will play a huuuge role later (next chapter i believe). we’ll get more insight and steves vulnerability that night also def helped

and nancy !!! yes !!! i had to rewatch her scene with steve in the library a million times and i just felt horrible for them both. they want to help each other, and as ive said before about jonathan and reader, steve and nancy take care of people in opposite ways and it makes them clash. nancy wants to be proactive, steve wants to be more on the down low and tend to those he has already. hes accepted and moved on, nancy has moved on but hasnt accepted.

and as for the jonathan n steve scene i originally had jonathan holding steve back, but honestly it didnt feel right. jonathan, as much as he sucks sometimes, will ALWAYS be the first to defend y/n. every time he will. steve will too, but jonathan has that spot rn and hed rather die than let her get hurt </3

as for billy ,,,, so incredibly excited to flesh out his dynamic with reader. it wont be romantic in the slightest, but reader will have some insight into billys homelife due to max, and u bet she’ll use it against billy.

and im SO HAPPY the party scene felt real <333 thank u for the lovely asks i adore dissecting my chapters with yall its my <3333

#procrastinationprincesses #ask #m speaks #wtlws insight #i feel like an english teacher #in the best way possible

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