#// SIR U NEED TO SHUT UR MOUTH.............................

[fatedefyd]

   @inmiasma​​ foretold :  zha to swk " The bar is so low. "

   ❝ well duh, that’s the whole point of limbo, my man. ❞

         Really, had this kid never played vacation games before ?  Not that the little guy gets many opportunities to have a vacation, but there’s no way that the Lotus Prince is that out of the loop when it comes to these games !  Especially this one !  It’s, like, one of the OG games a guy plays on vacation !!

   ❝ i thought you’d rule at this game, that’s why i invited you to play ! ❞  Simian groans dramatically from his throne of fruits, throwing an empty banana peel to the side as he shamelessly picks his teeth in front of the celestial warrior.  

   ❝ unless you're too scared to try to beat me, squirt. ❞

[stuffeddeer]

okay but..... pathetic yearning beast!stalkerzai... he's so quiet abt his obsession with u making up any excuse to have u around for subordinate purposes and when ur not around him he makes sure he can still keep tabs on u AHHH hes so sad and so smitten

"pathetic" i dont need to hear any more. im on board.

The continuous knocking on your apartment door leaves you anxious, quickly pulling on a comfy sweatshirt before answering the door. A breeze flies into the room, causing you to shiver, before you make eye contact with,

"Why aren't you at work today?" Dazai crosses his arms, an angry expression on his face. Though, the pout he wears causes it to be less intimidating than he'd normally be.

You glance into your apartment briefly, still feeling chilly while exposed to the outside air. "Um... I don't work?"

"You always work."

"Right. Which is why I have today off." Awkwardly, you itch your arm. "Am I… needed, Boss?"

Dazai sighs before walking into your apartment (with no invitation) and closes your own door behind him. "You're freezing."

"I'm slightly chilled," you shrug, brushing off the notion. Any other subordinate wouldn't dare correct the boss of the Port Mafia, but he'd always been more lenient with you - supposedly because you ‘aren’t as dumb’ as the rest. "But that's what the hoodie is for."

Without another word, Dazai plops down onto your couch, making a show of looking around your apartment. It’s tiny - the whole thing barely the size of his office at HQ — and Dazai wonders if you’d rather move in with him. For more space, of course. And he guesses you’d be saving on rent that way, too.

“How do you know where I live?” You ask curiously. Sure, it’s probably somewhere in your files, but your boss never seemed like the type to care.

Shrugging, he murmurs, “It’s my job.”

You want to make this visit quick, but kicking out your boss didn’t seem like a smart idea. “Are you thirsty? Would you like a cup of tea?..”

Yes, Dazai wants to try your tea. Just because you’re his subordinate, and he needs to make sure it’s up to par. What if he needs you to serve tea to some associates in the future? “I’d love one.”

Biting back a sigh, you fill your kettle before placing it on the stove, watching as your old gas stove flickers on. Silence hangs between you two - you had no intention of carrying the conversation when he just barged in uninvited.

Dazai seems to have a similar idea, sitting laxly on your couch and waiting for his tea. You pour one cup, uninterested in making one yourself, before placing it on the coffee table in front of him. “Sugar? Milk?”

“This is fine, thanks.” He takes a sip. Heavenly, he’s sure. Well, all tea tastes the same, but something about it coming from your hands… delectable. It’s as though he can taste the love you must pour into every cup.

Mouth shut, you take a seat on the chair across from him. “May I ask, sir, why are you here? Am I needed?” The question is posed once again as you hope for a quick resolution. Kicking out your boss is wrong, but hopefully he’ll read between the lines and show himself out - the same way he showed himself in.

A long sip of tea permeates the otherwise silent room. He’s doing this on purpose, you’re sure of it.

“…I was worried,” he mumbles into the mug, sound muffled and quiet.

“Sorry?”

“You should be,” he replies, uninterested in repeating himself. “I needed you today, only to find out you vanished into thin air.”

“I didn’t run, if that’s what you’re implying,” your eyes narrow. You would not be mistaken for a traitor.

“No, no,” he grins. You were at your most entertaining when you became combative. Dazai much prefers you like this rather than subservient. “You took today off.”

Correcting the boss of the Port Mafia was risky, but, “You gave me today off. A month ago, after that mission, you told me to pick a day to relax.”

That’s… true. It was a strenuous mission, and while Dazai made sure to keep you out of the fray, he thought a gift like that would make you feel touched and indebted to him. Annoyingly, he’d nearly forgotten, since Dazai had planned on reneging at the last minute to trap you with him. For your work ethtic, of course.

A pout graces his lips, unhappy at your disappearance from his side. And that he had no rebuttal to it. “Well, I still need you. I made dinner reservations for two accidentally, and the restaurant is rather strict. You need to come with. The meal will be comped, of course."

“Sir, I don’t— “

“Don’t want your job?” His eyes narrow, pout vanishing immediately. You had to go along with it. “I’m sure you don’t mean that, over something as silly as a nice dinner.”

“...Of course, sir.” You tug on the strings of your hoodie, wanting to emphasize that you aren't exactly dressed for something 'nice.' "What time am I expected?"

Dazai has to stop himself from swooning. How adorable. Well, it’s not you that’s adorable, of course. It’s the juxtaposition of such n oversized hoodie on you that he finds adorable, not you yourself. Definitely. “We can leave now, actually. Get changed, please. I wouldn't say there's a dress code, but it's not a 'hoodie' establishment."

Rather than lashing out at him for the snide comment, you choose to bite your tongue and head into your bedroom.

Exhausted was too light a word to describe how you felt. Donned in a 'nice' outfit that was rather uncomfortable, you stood outside in the cold air and harsh breeze as Dazai suggested to the host to let him in. This bastard didn't have reservations for one, much less two.

After the manager is called over and recognizes Dazai, you're quickly ushered in beside him. Dazai pulls out a seat at a secluded table in the back, gesturing for you to sit. "Come."

Without a second thought, you sit in the very seat he'd pulled out, stifling a yawn as he pushes you in. You’re Dazai's best employee - he must keep you close at all times. Which is why he takes advantage of your position as his subordinate to orders you waste your day off in a fancy restaurant across from him. If you want time off of work, you’ll have to spend it with him - just so he can keep an eye on you, of course.

[captainfern]

fern !! i'm BEGGING you to write something based on this post https://www.tumblr.com/ghostlywhiskey/734923544920801280?source=share

(only if you're willing ofc) but god ur my fav writer and you always capture the essence of price so perfectly in your writing and yeah !!

again, only if u want to! <3

i knew what post it was before i even opened the link 😭

@ghostlywhiskey nic i love your brain sm <3

18+, fem!reader

you jumped slightly when the door to your and price’s shared bedroom slammed open, thudding loudly against the wall, the hinges rattling. you put your phone down and went to sit up as your husband approached— his face was shadowed, eyes dark, and your stomach clenched nervously at the way he stalked towards you.

“john—?”

“sweetheart, ‘m gonna need you to shut your mouth and bend over,” he uttered lowly before he had even reached you. when he did reach you, he placed a gentle hand onto the side of your face. “i’ll… i’ll explain later. just… trust me, okay?”

you nodded, clenching your thighs together at the heat of his gaze and the feather-light touch of his fingers. he looked as though he wanted to eat you alive. and maybe you wanted that.

without another word, the hand on your cheek slid around to the back of your neck, and Price grunted deeply as he spun you around and physically bent you over the edge of the bed. he held you down with his large hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, while his other hand was pulling your pyjama bottoms down to about mid-thigh.

you breathed hard against the plush duvet, gripping it tightly as you felt price shifting behind you. he pulled the front of his trousers down enough to pull his leaking cock out of his boxers— the tip was flushed an angry red, dribbling pre-cum, twitching in his fist as he guided it down the curve of your arse.

he grunted, still pushing you down against the mattress with his other hand. hips grinding against yours, he rubbed the fat head of his cock through your wet folds, collecting as much of your arousal as he could. you whined out at the sensation, wiggling your arse back against him.

“please, john—”

“uh uh, s’enough of that,” he growled, tapping the head of his cock against your clit. “s’captain or sir, or y’shut your fuckin’ mouth.”

you whimpered at his words, but the sting of it was gone and replaced by shock as price rocked roughly against you, thrusting his cock into your tight cunt, splitting you open in one deep thrust.

his pace and movement was brutal— the girth of his cock stretching you open, thrusts pulling your wet walls tight around him. you let out warbled cries into the duvet, still pinned there by his warm, heavy hand. price’s hips smacked against your backside, the sound ear-splitting in the silence of your bedroom, paired only with price’s grunts and growls, and your frantic moans and whimpers.

price was unlike himself tonight, and it was turning you on. his thrusting was brutal and unforgiving, the leaking head of his cock bullying up against the base of your cervix. he had one hand on your hip as he leaned over you and fucked you into the side of the bed, clothed chest pressed tight to the thin fabric of the back of your pyjama shirt. the other hand he had on the back of your neck was unrelenting in it’s hold.

you whined as the bed creaked beneath you, your cunt clenching tight around his cock with each heavy knock to your womb. you fisted the sheets, price’s body draped over yours, pace never faltering. you whined again, and he responded with a deep grunt.

“y’just need to shut up an’ take it, baby, come on—” price grunted as your pussy squeezed around him. “take it in this tight fuckin’ pussy. take it— fuck— just take it.”

he continued to pound into you, fast and rough. the soft skin on the back of your thighs rubbed raw from his trousers and zipper, your arse tender from the force of his thrusts. you couldn’t help but moan into the bed, your entire body hot and shaking beneath him.

your cunt fluttered around him with each drag of his cock against your gummy walls, slick dribbling out in wet squelches, running down the insides of your thighs. price couldn’t help but lean back a bit to take a quick look, before he was folding himself back over you again, fingers squeezing gently around your neck.

“christ, look at this tight fuckin’ cunt takin’ all’ve my cock—” he muttered more to himself than you as he fucked you. “s’my pussy… s’my fuckin’ pussy, isn’t it, sweetheart?” his words were a deep growl now.

you nodded deliriously, trembling against the bed, clit throbbing. “yes—!”

“yes what?” he grunted, snapping his hips harder and harder. you sobbed, pleasure heavy in your lower stomach, immobilised by his hold on your nape. his fingers tightened. “yes, what?”

“yes sir!” you cried. “f-fuck—! yes, captain, fuck, s’yours!”

“s’my what?”

“ah, oh my god—!” you moaned loudly, quivering beneath him, mouth parted and breaths coming in shallow pants. “it’s your pussy, sir— fuck! oh fuck, mm— s’your pussy, captain. all yours—”

“yeah, that’s— fuckin’— right—” price growled, satisfied, thrusting roughly to punctuate his words. your cunt was so wet, audible as his cock slid in and out of you. the grip he had on your hip and neck was warm and heavy, just like his cock as it stuffed you full. you could feel him in your stomach now. price groaned quietly.

you shook beneath him, your orgasm nearing. your t-shirt clung to your sticky body, sweat covering almost every part of you. price was much the same— exertion pulling droplets of sweat from his hairline, wetting his hair and letting loose strands drop over his forehead.

his mouth remained parted as he panted, grunting and groaning like some kind of wild animal as he fucked you, his cock unrelenting. it filled you up, again and again, every smooth ridge and vein sliding along your silken walls.

“captain, m’gonna come.” you told him, mewling high-pitched at him, growing whinier by the minute as your orgasm neared.

he didn’t say anything, just continued to fuck his cock into you at a fast, rough pace. you whined and whimpered until your release hit you, then you began to moan. your orgasm was harsh— coursing through your body, limbs trembling, cunt fluttering tight.

“m’gonna fill this cunt with my cum,” price suddenly whispered against you, cock slamming up into the base of your cervix. “an’ you’re gonna lay there and fuckin’ take it.”

the hand on your neck didn’t loosen, and his thrusting didn’t ease even as price came. he groaned lowly, emptying his load into the right heat of your pussy, muttering nonsense into your damp back. the rutting of his hips eventually slowed when the last of his cum dribbled into you, filling you just like he said.

[t0msvi4gra]

PLS WRITE A 2008/2010 SMUT F!READER WITH TOM WHERE UR BEING REALLY BRATTY AND DISOBEDIENT SO HE FUCKS THE ATTITUDE OUT U WHILE BEING REALLLYYY DOMINANT LIKE OVERSTIMULATION AND/OR NOT LETTING READER CUM AND CALLING HER NAMES LIKE CUMSLUT, FUCKTOY, CUMDUMP, GOOD GIRL, STUFF LIKE THAT WHERE HE EATS HER OUT AND DOESNT LET HER CUM THEN FUCKS HER AND DOESNT LET HER STOP CUMMING PLSPSLSPLS THIS MIGHT BE A LOT SORRYRY

THIS IS SEXYY AND ITS NOT TOO DETAILED I LOVE DETAILED ASKSSS!!!

HARSH PUNISHMENT | TOM KAULITZ X FEM!READER

a/n this does contain forced sex. it is NOT rape so dont be in my comments telling me that it is. you dont like it? scroll and block. that easy.

you were on a date with tom and the waiter comes over.

“hi my name is corey and i’ll be your server for today. can i get you any drinks to start off with?” he asks holding his pen and pad up.

“uh yeah i’ll take a (drink)” you say looking at the menu but then looking up at him.

“and i’ll take a coke.” tom says and nods before looking at you.

“alright i’ll have those out.” he smiles and heads to get the drink.

tom looks at the server and glares at him as he walks away. “what the fuck was that?” he asks leaning in and whispering.

“what? i just looked at him.” you ask confused.

“bullshit, i saw the way you looked at him.” tom was always like this. jealous, protective and so very possessive of you, he trusted you he just had a feeling in the back of his mind you would leave him. “babe, i was just being nice thats all. i promise i would never ever do anything else with anyone.” you say trying to reassure him.

“okay whatever.” he scoffs and rolls his eyes.

the server comes back with your drinks. “you guys ready to order?” he asks softly, noticing toms death glare.

i nod, “yeah im ready, i would like the (favorite food) please.” you say softly, closing the menu. “of course, and for you sir?” he asks looking at tom.

“yeah i’ll just get the chicken alfredo.” he says coldly. “uh yeah i got you. alright i’ll be right out with those.” he nods and leaves.

after you get done eating tom pays and you and him head back to his car. but on the way there a college guy drops his books, “oh let me get those for you.” you pick them up and you hand them to him. “thank you” he nods and smiles and walks off and right when you turn around tom stands behind you and looks at you angrily, you know what this means.

“get. in the fucking. car.” he says quietly and lightly shoves you. you gulp and you nod and get in the car.

“youre too fucking nice you know that? you always say “oh hey im never gonna leave you, blah blah blah” but youre such a goddamn people pleaser!” he continues to yap about how much youre too nice and you need to stop being so nice to other people. and you have NEVER talked back to him because you knew what would happen but you got so sick and tired of his shit.

“TOM SHUT UP! YOU ARE ALWAYS FUCKING LIKE THIS! IM SORRY YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A DICK! MAYBE YOU SHOULD LEARN HOW TO BE NICE TO PEOPLE THAN BEING SUCH A STRAIGHT UP ASSFACE! YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND I COULD NEVER AND WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU BUT IF YOU KEEP THIS SHIT UP, IM FUCKING GONE!” you say and the silence is so loud.

tom pulls into the parking lot of his penthouse. “when we get inside, you better hide, and hide good because when i find you, i’ll give you the most excruciating punishment i have ever given you. and ill count to 5. 1… 2…” youre eyes widen and you run inside and you go upstairs and you hide in the walk in closet between clothes. you hear the door open. “gotcha” he roughly grabs you and throws you on the bed. “tom wait, im sorry, im sorry, it wont happen again.” you plead, though you secretly loved when he was like this. “you should’ve thought about that before you started talking back. youre such a fucking brat.” he rips off your clothes and he covers your mouth, and whispers in your ear, “im not going to stop until im done, you hear me?” he says almost threatening. you nod fearfully. “good.” he moves away and he spreads your legs and he shoves his middle and ring finger inside you, fucking you with him roughly.

you cant help but moan and you whimper. “fuck!” “it feels so good, doesnt it, pretty girl?” he says and he leans down to suck your clit, causing you to scream loudly. “tom s-stop.” you try to move away but he pins one of your legs down with his free hand. he leans up. “you taste so damn good. gosh i love your pussy, too bad its not gonna cum.” you instantly shake your head. “no babe, i need to cum. please.. please please!” you cry out before he pulls his fingers out of you.

he roughly tosses you on your stomach.

“you are going to take every inch of this cock. i will make you.” he says with gritted teeth.

he lifts your ass up and he spanks it hard, causing you to yelp.

he shoves his thick cock in your pussy from behind and he pounds you. “fucking take it you slut!” he groans, as he slaps your ass cheeks with both hands repeatedly until its super red. “take that you bitch.” he groans in anger and pleasure.

you moan loudly and the bed creaks and creaks. “t-t-om” you manage to get out.

“shut up and take it you bad girl, youre such a bad fucking girl.” he slams his cock inside you over and over, not letting you cum. “you never gonna cum! my bad fucktoy will never cum!” tom ends up cumming inside you. but he doesnt stop. he moans and he pulls your hair. “if you cum without my permission its going to be so much harder for you.” he says through gritted teeth. “st-stop it… i can’t t-ake it.” you weakly say, nearly passing out. “i need to cum.” you whimper. “you can take it… you wanna be my good girl right?” he asks with mock innocence. “mhm” you hum out. “then take it”

he continues to drive you mad and he groans and rubs your pussy. feeling your pussy clamp around him. “you wanna cum now?” he asks spanking you. you nod eagerly. “words babygirl.” you nod “yes, tom please i need it.” he smiles and you cum hard and he cums with you. he pulls out.

“on your knees sweetheart.” he says pushing you to your knees, slapping your lips with the tip of his big thick veiny cock. “suck it good. you can do it” he pushes his cock down your throat and fucks your mouth as he holds your head in place.

he groans and slaps you. “youre so pretty when you suck me. your throat is so tight.” he cums hard down your throat and he pulls back and he helps you up and lays you down, and lays down beside you. “youre such a good little girl.” he pulls you on his chest and strokes your hair. “im sorry i yelled at you.” you say sweetly.

“thats okay sweet girl. im sorry for yelling at you.”

[dreamersbcll]

just saw ur tlou x scream crossover and holy shit. so friend i give u this : sarah’s death scene, but it’s tara and sam.

“Honey”

another tlou x scream crossover; this time sarah’s death, but make it sam and tara

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Sam knew the moment the car flipped in the middle of town that shit was about to go sideways. She was pretty sure that she was concussed and maybe half-dead.

But she couldn’t afford to stop. She had to get Tara out and to safety. Scooping Tara up, despite her groans of pain, she ran with her aunt Sidney hot on their heels. Eventually, they lost Sidney, but Sam kept pushing. She wasn’t going to be the cause of their demise.

So Sam pushed on through the city and into the woods. Her heart thrummed so dangerously that the blood in her ears made her head feel swollen. She could feel her lungs burning and her legs aching in pain. But she still kept running.

Until she stumbled onto the infected group, Sam had no gun, no weapons, and an injured Tara in her arms. They were fucked.

And then the soldier appeared, spraying bullets across the infected. They went down in a heap, Tara crying against her chest in fear. Sam held onto her tightly, her nails digging into Tara’s skin.

Licking her lips, Sam found her voice.

“It’s my sister. I think her leg is broken,” she all but cried out, her knees shaking in relief.

A soldier. They would be saved. Tara would be okay.

Instead, the soldier pointed his gun at the pair, shouting and waving it about.

“Stay the fuck back!”

Snapping her mouth shut, Sam took a slight step back. Tara suddenly felt one hundred times heavier in her arms, and a cold sweat broke over Sam’s skin.

“Okay… we’re not sick,” she breathed, suddenly understanding what would happen.

He didn’t move his stance, his gun still focused on the two. Pulling out his walkie-talkie, he whispered into it, Sam only catching civilians and advise.

Sam swallowed hard, holding Tara a little more tightly. Her sister, despite her pain, could feel Sam’s anxiety and tried to get her to focus on her.

“Sam. Look at me. What about Aunt Sidney?” her little sister whispered, her big eyes searching for Sam’s.

Blinking, Sam breathed out. “Uh, we’ll find her. We gotta get you to safety first, okay? Sidney would be pissed if you were hurt, and we could’ve prevented it. It’ll be okay, yeah?” she soothed.

Tara just nodded, tugging on Sam’s collar, urging her closer. Sam leaned in, letting her sister whisper in her ear.

“It’ll be okay, Sammy. I’m sure of it. Just don’t let me go, okay?”

Sam nodded hard, eyes glassy. “Okay. Yeah. I’ve got you, and I’m here. I love you, Tara,” she whispered.

Her sister opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of the soldier’s urgent voice.

“But sir, there’s a little girl. Sir. Okay. Yes, sir,” he said, his voice shaking.

As if heaven had disappeared and hell had arrived, he raised his gun at the pair. The light shined over their face, blinding the couple. Sam could feel Tara's breathing picking up, matching Sam’s shaky arms.

They both knew what was going to happen. But Sam couldn’t ever see it happening the way it did.

“Hey, listen! We’ve just been through hell. We just need- HEY. Are you listening?” she shouted, eyes widening as he raised the gun.

“Oh, shit.”

The muzzle rose to meet Sam’s chest and Tara’s neck, and Sam did what she could do. Turn around and run.

Four shots rang out, and Sam stumbled, losing Tara as she hit the unforgiving ground.

Groaning, she tried to stay present, but everything went dark.

——

Upon finding her little sister’s body on the grass, smiling up at Sam in the sun, Sam had never felt so much joy.

The sisters settled into a routine during the Texan school year, something consistent for Tara’s sake. Sam was in fifth grade, Tara in daycare, both sisters operating without their parents. Their father tried, but he had to work long construction hours. Their mom wasn’t around much, always away on a trip.

So Sam stepped up and watched over the pair. She made sure to get Tara to bed at seven-thirty, with a bath before bed and her alarm set at five-thirty a.m. Oatmeal for Tara in the morning, Cheerios for Sam. Tara needed to be walked to daycare, and the neighbor would drop her off afterward. Sam ensured Tara got there safe, and then she went to school.

Tara knew that after school was playtime. The two would play on the swing set until Sam made dinner or their father came home with fast food. Then, their bedtime routine commenced.

Dumping her backpack onto the grass, Sam ran to the backyard. It was half past four, and Tara should be home from daycare. She made her way to the backyard, grinning immediately upon laying her eyes on the lump on the ground.

Her little sister lay on her stomach in the soft grass, her tongue poking out, coloring on her favorite notepad. Sam snuck behind her, scooping her up despite her surprised squeal, and twirled her around.

“Hi, honey! Did you miss me?” she crooned, spinning Tara around and around.

Tara squealed with glee, her hands out, pigtails in the wind. “Sammy! Put me down! I’m a big girl!”

Stopping and flipping Tara around, she held her little girl like a baby. Tara, still smiling wide, curled her body into the crook of Sam’s neck and wrapped her little arms around Sam’s neck. Humming, Sam held her close, swaying the two a bit.

“You’re always gonna be my little girl. No matter what, honey,” she whispered, rocking Tara back and forth.

——

Sam blinked, her lungs aching and her head pounding. She could taste dirt on her tongue, the soil taste coating her throat. Her ears rang, and her body ached.

Looking up, she blinked rapidly, surveying the scene around her. She was on the ground, dirt caking her shoulders and shirt, a bright light blinding her.

The soldier.

Coughing, she held her hand up, squinting. “Please, don’t,” she croaked.

Bang.

The soldier above her crumpled to the ground, blood gushing from the gunshot wound to his temple. Sam flinched as his body hit the ground, blinking at the new assailant with a gun.

Sidney.

Aunt Sidney stood over her, gun in hand, smiling a bit at Sam’s position on the ground. Looking up at her, Sam grinned a bit, feeling it slip once she saw the woman’s eyes widen in panic.

“Oh, no,” Sidney breathed, her hands shaking.

Sam frowned. Her hands never shook. Why was she shaking? What was wrong?

And then it hit her. Tara.

Whipping around to the faint choking noise behind her, Sam saw her little girl on the ground, convulsing.

“Tara!” she gasped, scrambling to her sister’s side.

Tara was whimpering, her hands pressed firmly over her gut. Red stains oozed through her shirt, splattering over the fabric as she writhed in pain.

Blood. She was shot. The soldier shot her.

Quickly moving her hands to replace Tara’s, Sam was met with a struggle. “Hey, baby. Move your hands. Move your hands, honey. You’re okay. I’m here,” she soothed.

It didn’t matter. Tara just rolled in pain, tears streaming down her face. Her blood coated Sam’s hands, and Sam could feel the pulse beneath the flowing wound.

Tears started falling down Sam’s cheeks as she tried to staunch the wound.

“I know, baby, I know,” she half-sobbed, firmly pressing.

Her little sister squirmed, her bloody hands grasping Sam’s shoulder. Tara dug into Sam’s skin, trying to tether herself to this earth. It was a futile attempt to stay latched to Sam. Sam knew it. Tara knew it.

But Sam couldn’t give up.

She had to get Tara to a hospital. She had to take care of her little girl. Tara was all she had. She couldn’t lose her. She couldn’t lose her.

Sam picked her up, wincing as Tara shrieked at the movement. Her little sister feebly pushed Sam to let go, but she couldn’t. She had to save her little girl.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she cried, moving Tara to her knees.

Looking back at Sidney, Sam could see when Tara let go. Sidney’s eyes widened, her upper lip wobbling. Sam could feel her sister breathing out, a breath of release.

Tara didn’t refill her lungs again.

Turning back to Tara, she saw it there. The light that lived in Tara's eyes- the stars that made their home there- was snuffed out. Burned out. Gone. There was no light or life left.

This wasn’t real.

“Hey. No. Baby, honey, look at me. Tara, look at me. Hey, hey, TARA!” Sam all but shouted, lightly slapping Tara's cheeks.

Her sister didn’t move.

A sob escaped her chest, and Sam sucked her breath in. “Don’t do this to me, baby. Honey. Please.”

Tara didn’t stir.

Sam sat there, her dead baby girl on her lap, holding her close, tears soaking Tara’s hair. It didn’t matter that the world had caught on fire or that Sidney had killed someone tonight. Her little girl was dead.

There was no reason to care anymore.

Tara was dead. Sam was alive. The world may still be turning, but hers has stopped.

[synthetickitsune]

ur last gwi writing was so good n it’s what prompted this request (if u want to do it as a continuation or something you can cus i guess it could relate to the previous one but im just saying it’s what inspired my req) but gwi + fcking in secret? or trying not to get caught?

i love that everyone thirsts for gwi but tbh i get so emotional looking at him lmao

Gwi (Scholar Who Walks The Night) | Hiding smut | 0.8k | f!reader

Everything resonates here. Their approaching footsteps, their heavy breathing. You can hear it all - which means that Gwi can hear it with crystal clarity. By the sound of it, they were still pretty far off. Far enough to be oblivious to what's going on. Good. That works for you. You hear their hushed voices. You hear the fear in their words. You wonder how that makes him feel. Does he take pleasure in it like he revels in yours?

For some reason, you hope not.

You have no illusions about being special to him. Of course you're just another prey, a play thing at most, and yet you want to keep a part of him to yourself. Something that's more substantial than his lustful curiosity. Although you certainly don't mind that at all.

"Does it excite you?" his breath is heavy with the smell of blood. You've grown used to it quicker than you expected; the scent of blood surrounding him, the weight of his body against yours. Just as you got used to the shiver that runs down your spine whenever he gets close.

“Does it excite you to know they could find out?” his voice sounds amused and mocking. Like nothing brings him more pleasure than to taunt you and toy with you. You'd believe it. You want it to be true. Your eyelids flutter, you take a shaky breath as his hand squeeze your thighs.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, biting down on your lip immediately after. He likes a challenge, you've come to learn, as much as he likes obedience. That's why you've been keeping your mouth shut. He may pretend this is what he wants, but the drawbacks outnumber the benefits. If the officials knew of his willingness to keep a human woman for a company, they would bring him daughter after daughter to consider. The thought makes jealousy spark inside your chest, but it’s hard to keep its flame alight. 

Because while you keep listening for any sign of the palace officials getting closer, your vampire lord uses your body for his pleasure. His hips snap into yours, abusing your hole with force beyond that of a human. He's cold but that matters little with how heated the air between you is. You wonder if the heat of your body wrapped around his length feels as otherworldly as the iciness of him feels inside you.

You feel his hips slow to a speed that can barely be called a movement. You bite your lips hard enough to bleed, and you swear it's not so he'd kiss you. Even if it must seem so, if his quiet growl and the pointed way his fangs brush over your bitten lips are any indication. His lips are cruel and demanding against yours, smirk stretching their corners when he feels the breath hiding your silent pleas. He likes to tease. Even if it makes his actions seem coquettish rather than like he’s playing with his food.

He's hard to figure out - more so when he's offering you the pleasure of your life with his cock snug inside you, rubbing against your spot while you need to keep silent. You hear the voices get closer and your walls clench around him. If the officials weren't so close, you know he'd degrade you with filthy remarks. Perhaps you should be grateful. You feel Gwi’s breathing get ragged, a hint of a growl hidden beneath each of them. 

He knew they'd come and interrupt. You wonder what his goal was. Clearly he does not wish to be found, nor does he want to separate from you. Something about it all makes you more desperate, more reckless. You push your body against his, taking him in all the way. He snarls at you, muted and more exciting than threatening. But you've long since accepted your unnatural desire, so there's no point in refusing it for what it is. It gets him to move again, and a tear slips down your cheek.

You can hear them so clearly now, their bated breaths, how miserably they're failing to hide their presence, snooping inside the vampire’s den. If they round the corner now, they'll find you and yet Gwi never slows down in his mad pursuit of pleasure and ruin. He turns your face towards him and his tongue slides into your mouth as easily as his cock slides in and out of you. It muffles your moans further, and maybe it really can't be heard over their breathing and the dripping of water resonating through the cave, the underground palace.

Suddenly he pulls you close and still to his body, your back flush with his front. He holds you motionless, swallows with sadistic grin your weak whimpers. You are full of him, feel him stretching out your walls, forcing your body to accommodate him.

“Hush now, little one,” he murmurs, and it'd be easy to mistake the manner in which he noses along the column of your neck for affectionate, “We'll continue when they leave. I'm bored of your silence.”

[hyena616]

Ye T20 wc bahut jyada bittersweet sa tha

Jab humne ye wc dekhna shuru kiya

Tab koi umeed nhi thi bs support de rahe the

Fir humne saare mukable jeete fir wahi flashback aate rahe but result is in our direction this time

Is wc humne bahut kuch dekha

Rishab that guy who come from dead giving his best ,maybe in semis and finals u didn't do well but u did in other matches ,hope u improve ur knocks more(u make my bp high pls do that)

Shivam ,a youngster playing his first wc get crictised but shut everyone mouth(mine too and proud of him for that) with his final performance (improve yourself and shut people more )

Axar, we got one of great allrounder with his consistent performance hopefully in future u be like this (bapu tune kl raat bowling pe Dara diya tha par teri batting kamal che kl)

Surya bhau everyone criticised u and doubtful of u (me too) but u prove urself and shut them and that important semis performance I will never forget and that fucking catch u saved us man(THANK YOU SO MUCH)

Jaddu , not ur tournament but thanks for doing economical bowling when we needed in some matches and hope u do a great comeback soon

Harry,the guy who get so much because of shitty management,proves urself and shut mouth of hater (mujhe ghamand iska hai ki tere par maine shak nhi kiya na hi hate ki )and ur hard work pays off

Bumraah,a gem for us , saviour of us , saving us when we needed,u r unbelievable and our country grateful for having u in our life

India, used to known for their batting skills, now known for bowling too thank you so much for this our dear bowlers (Boom,Siraj, Axar,Harry, Kuldeep, Arshdeep)

Virat,our another saviour, saving always when we needed most , ur final innings I will never forget it u r greatest batsmen of our generation (Thank you so much)

Rohit,our captain, one of our saviour too , in T20wc ur record was not from last few wcs but u prove urself as capable,u r greatest opener in our generation,ur runs in semis and against aus I will never forget them .in final u didn't score but that bowler rotation in last overs was best (thank you so much)

Our coach ,Rahul sir , u didn't get good ending as player but u did in coach. You deserve this so much

Thank you Mr Wall,Mr dependable,for let us seeing ur coach era.

And Rohirat, who makes our childhood awesome now our present

As much I am sad that u guys retired from t20i but I am happy too u get well deserved ending in ur t20i career . Thank you for giving ur both everything

Thank you ict for make us feel what winning wc feel like

Thank you for ending this wait of icc trophy

We bleed in blue always 💙

(I blabber too much ig hehe)

[minhosimthings]

MAMI I WANNA TALK ABT A LA FOLIE

'The second born, a mere girl.' IM CRYING ALREADY AHHHHH

"Do you trust me Y/N?" IM BAWLING STOP HOW CAN U WRITE THE FLUFFIEST MOST HEALING SMUT OUT THERE AND EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY ⁉️

He was terrified of making you uncomfortable even in the slightest. I. AM. MELTING 🫠‼️

Jay smiled like a moonbeam, and gently bought his finger to the tip of your nose, booping it with a tiny 'boop!' from his mouth. lmfao im here being a needy bitch and u BOOP my nose,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, lemme wonk ur willy

"I didn't mean that, idiot." You chuckled, "I meant the other touch. You know, the one where there's a man, and there's a woman and then-" chill pull out the coming of age ppt at this point 😭💀🗣

"Don't tell anyone I can be like this." Jay held up his pinkie to you in a childish manner, "Pinkie promise me." OFC POOKIE I WONT 🎀🫶

"Here we go, then?" Jay smiled, before he moved his hips. sir this is not a car ride kindly rearrange my organs 💗

"Shut up." You laughed, and pressed a kiss to his lips again, his hands held your waist in position. AHHHHHHHHHH I AM CURRENTLY LOSING SANITY

"Maybe." Jay chuckled, wrapping his arms round your waist and pulling you into get another kiss, a shockingly sweet one after the heated session you just had. FUCK DONT ROMANCE ME THIS HARD LORD

"Would you, L/N Y/N, marry me, and make me the most lovesick man in the world?" YESSSSSS ACKKKK SIAIAHAHQHWHWH YESSSSS 😭😭😭🎀🎀🎀‼️‼️

BEST SERIES OMLLLL GOT ME CLUTCHING MY PEARLS AHHHHHH

🛐🛐🛐🛐

(cant expect anything less from mamii)

I cried. I legit cried when I saw this. I'VE REREAD IT SO MANY TIMES NOW OH LORD.

why are you so squishy and so cute and so kind LIKE YOU ARE THE POETRY I ASPIRE TO WRITE BABYGIRL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MMWAHHH

I feel like the one thing I wanted to do with a la Folie was to heal all my traumatised girlies (cough cough indian girls-)

I NEEDED TO INCLUDE THAT NOSE BOOP I JUST HAD TO like Jay you cutie patootie put your dick in me

"sir this is not a car ride kindly rearrange my organs" I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU FOR THIS

Are you clutching the pearls I'll be pulling off of you tonight baby? 😏

(EYYY THANK YOU THANK YOU)

[aqueeracademic]

morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 17:

season 5, episode 1, “Muse”:

note: this episode deals with some really dark topics; i don’t really get into it in this post but be wary of the content

- okay season 5‼️‼️

- let’s get gay

- this guy seems a little young to be a professor

- oh he isn’t a professor he’s just some guy

- i want to live in a windmill tbh

- strange playing the trombone agenda!

- pause did morse not move to london?

- me when i have no clue what’s going on

- DETECTIVE SERGEANT?????? ULTIMATE PAUSE

- HE PASSED HIS SERGEANTS

- shit i guess he stayed

- living with strange! besties 4 lyfe

- these umbrellas are doing nothing to keep them dry

- the way debryn is giving his analysis directly to morse 🥰🥰🥰

- bro knows morse is the only one who’s gonna pay attention tbh

- about WHAT morse situation 🤨🤨🤨🤨

- i love frazil she’s always rooting for morse

- hello who tf is that

- george fancy

- WAIT

- i cant experience the george fancy story again.

- can’t handle it.

- “i’m used to working alone, sir.”

- no ur not morse u just miss jakes

- WHAT. SITUATION.

- oh

- okay

- so they’re just not gonna move him 🙄

- made me panic for no good damn reason

- morse is so disrespectful to fancy and for what

- “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” “my job.” 😐

- i forgot i also hated fancy for a long time

- morse was right ‼️

- “hard to get, eh?” why don’t you! shut your mouth!

- “you have no idea.” “i like a challenge.”

- WHY DONT YOU! shut up ❤️

- in fairness morse was really upfront with george about his expectations so after a certain point it’s george’s fault for being a dumbass and annoying him

- that’s just me tho!

- okay ew i did not need to see debryn pull that spike out of the dudes ear

- i am experiencing debilitating heart burn right now i think im gonna die

- anywho

- thursday just roasting the shit out of nero while morse stands there like 😮

- JOAN ‼️‼️‼️

- omg she’s back

- morse is so awkward 🙄

- morse is just… drinking milk. just a glass of milk. like 🥛. im disgusted

- ayo

- body took me by surprise to say the least

- morse is getting awfully comfortable looking at dead people

- i feel like fancy is already a lot like jakes and that’s what’s irritating morse

- he keeps asking questions the same way jakes did

- it’s different though because fancy is asking because hes ignorant, not because he’s challenging morse

- and morse is irritated because jakes was an intellectual challenge

- he had to be certain before presenting anything to jakes because jakes would ask questions to force him to prove it or think it through all the way

- fancy isn’t challenging him intellectually even though he’s taking jakes’ spot

- and morse doesn’t want a replacement he just wants jakes

- ykwim??????????????

- great!

- moving on

- “dipped his quill in any ink pot.”

- bro was a whore

- i’m also assuming he was a lil…. fruity

- but don’t ask me for proof! i operate on vibes and vibes alone

- the way i thought that glider was small 💀💀

- it was literally carrying around an entire human being

- “i don’t think she likes men.” “maybe it’s just you she doesn’t like.”

- morse is SO catty i love him

- he clocked that guy as a scumbag and just ran w it

- IM DYING at morse saying what shade the lipstick is and debryn instantly knowing the line it’s from

- that’s a little 💅

- i’m just saying

- for this time period?

- also the silence after he says it 💀

- and morse just carries on 💀

- i love debryn

- george is doing his best tho

- morse just misses jakes and doesn’t want someone else hanging around and i’m SICK OVER IT

- morse watched that entire strip show and for what 😐

- you could have just gone straight to the dressing room babes

- the way he doesn’t check her out ONCE when she stands up

- respect 😔✊

- i’m watching this on amazon and the amount of times the captioning has said [inaudible] is killing me

- AYO eve is gorgeous

- i know that’s the point but like goddam 😭

- “he’d seen me dancing.” “stripping.”

- morse ur being annoying

- they’re dancers whether or not they take clothes off and ur stripping them of their dignity by belittling their careers

- there’s 0 reason to slut shame them for dancing even if it is stripping

- don’t be a dick ‼️

- naur why was morse the one to uncover the body 🥺

- i literally hate him and then immediately feel terrible for him and love him again 🙄

- i’m weak what can i say

- the way morse looks at trewlove during the interrogation and she’s just like 😳

- girl didn’t want to know a singular thing about morse’s sex life

- straight up trapped

- i’m honestly confused how fancy forgot to get the contents booked

- like you went to do it right away

- did you just?? stop? doing it???

- and then morse just covers for him to thursday to keep him in everyone’s good graces

- he’s sooooooo

- ugh.

- if there’s an opportunity to be self sacrificing he’s gonna take it and i hate it

- because being self sacrificing IS the example he sets fancy

- and we all know how that ends up

- i love it when morse is alone in the nick and opera music is playing

- it makes me think that it’s playing in his mind

- like he is constantly hearing opera when he’s working even if it’s not playing

- he’s just hearing it

- i love it

- a touch of the tism perhaps…

- ^me projecting

- that student that morse keeps talking to about the life model? the one w the blonde fringe? yeah! he’s gay.

- once again, no proof. vibes and vibes alone!

- GO CASS GO!

- out ur husband as a con artist!

- werk

- ooo dr croxley is gay for sure

- i’m so low on actual queer content from this show rn i’m just assuming every single side character is gay

- “i beg your pardon?” “you can beg my fat ass!”

- ROAST HIM FRED!!

- get his ass

- thursday has absolutely zero reservations about this shit i love him

- this is reminding me of the riot club tbh

- idk if any of you have seen that movie but the group of men behave just like the riot club

- morse giving a theory out and then bright going “and the rest?” and him being like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ is SO REAL

- some of these episodes have so many characters, and i am so bad with names, i’ll get to the like one hour mark and have no idea who anyone is talking about anymore

- joan and thursday speaking for the first time in like a year is… hmmm

- she used to be such a daddy’s girl and now she hates his guts i am WRECKED

- dhmu 😔💔

- “that was quick.” “you asked for it.” “you’re a good sergeant, jim. good man, too.”

- you tell him thursday!

- me when i’m a jim strange STAN

- i’m nervous why is the music so scary

- oh literally nothing happened

- she just invited him inside

- he’s gonna sleep w her huh? 🙄

- he’s a slut

- i read the books! i know!

- “save it for your clients. i’m immune.”

- first of all, morse, we ALL KNOW that that isn’t true 🤨 no need to lie 😐

- “you’ve got need coming off you like a junkie gouging for a spike, but you won’t do anything about it.”

- this line is ABSOLUTELY INSANE i’m going feral

- like why would you say that 😭😭😭😭

- oh my god his face while she’s offering herself to him is so 😧

- i can’t do this tonight ✋😁

- the way he backs away from her when he starts to figure her out

- he’s so scared

- all the time!

- i hate it here

- sidebar:

- this is literally the plot of the riot club

- like what happened to the women and how the men behave and the fact that the men were scholars and it’s an elite group and they all call each other by different names

- it’s literally the riot club

- a movie i HATED and did not finish btw

- this is open riot club slander that movie was terrible

- feel free to watch it if you don’t believe me tho!

- but anyways this feels like the aftermath of that movie

- these girls are right and should be allowed to get away with it tho

- morse should have just pretended to never figure it out and let her get away with it

- i erased this episode from my memory this shit is so hard to watch

- justice for ruth astor.

- i’m sobbing my eyes out right now! literally sobbing.

- morse slut shames these girls the entire episode and then feels terrible at the end as he fucking should

- i hate men.

- just throwing in the death of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. at the end????

- like hello?

- idk if that’s supposed to feel random but it certainly does

- ok that episode traumatized me

- on to the next!

[haruhey]

chronological thoughts of twd 11x17

- saw sebastian and threw up a lil in my mouth

- saw negan and threw up a lil more in my mouth

- omg rick

- did judith start having an accent omg

- SEASON 5 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

- where r they

- omg lance hornsby girlboss

- daryl’s stupid scar pls

- DONT TALK TO MAGGIE SHUT UP NEGAN

- carol being the first line of defense iktr iktr ❤️

- omg daryl with the slay plan

- i hate negan i hate him i hate his screentime i hate him not a redemption arc let him die please i so viscerally need him to die

- this WILL NOT be the season i like negan shut up stop trying to make me

- oh a whisperers comeback

- omg that walker MACKIN

- i love my flustered angry boy lance 🫶

- its giving my math prof when his mic wasn’t working and he almost cried

- AHAHAHA lance got shot

- OMG DARYL

- lance is in his thanos i’ll do it myself era

- oh that scene of him glaring in the car was kinda sexy ngl hi sir

- i wish i could drive this good

- OH MY GOD THEY GOT SIDEFUCKED BY DARYL

- oh slay kill sebastian

- omg yumiko i haven’t seen her in a hot minute

- WE WANT JUSTICE DELIVER SEBASTIAN NOW WE WANT JUSTICE DELIVER SEBASTIAN NOW WE WANT JUSTICE DELIVER SEBASTIAN NOW

- overthrow the government OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT

- let rosita take her personal day mercer get ur stick out of ur butt 💔

- ew i hate negan’s stupid dumb face

- oh who is april what is the tea

- negan killed her didnt he

- they should kiss maybe i think

- wait what is this plan are they sending negan in to keep the people in there safe?? how is this accomplishing that?? is he tattling on hornsby???

- oo “if no one else is playing by the rules why are you?”

- CAROLLLLLL

- OMG CAROL IN HER NANCY DREW ERA 🫶🫶

- her shirt looks so comfortable

- omg gracie called daryl a dumb loser idiot who sucks

- omg omg omg what is going on they look like they suck so bad

- do u think if u pressed the ice machine ice would come out

- OMG THE PHOTO

- no daryl why are you so sentimental with ur stupid picture of u and the kids u love so much

- wait no i think carol just has a picture of them omg 🫶🫶🫶

- OMG CAROL IN HER MICHAEL MYERS ERA W THAT KNIFE PLSS

- THE SHOT OF JUDITH IN THE CUPBOARD PLS ITS NOT FUNNY BUT IT IS

- JERRY IS JUST SO ?? HIMBO??? I LOVE HIM???

- yo what are you doin’ here man?

- “where is carol?” me throughout 11B man

- OMG A GIRLBOSS COLLAB

- they should team up and kill negan together and then make out

- how long do u think negan practiced that line in his head so he would look cool in front of carol be honest

- OMG NEGAN SPILLING THE TEA

- carol girlboss 🫶🫶🫶

- SHUT UP PAMELA WE LITERALLY KNOW WHO DID THIS

- omg the dad slayed

- yumiko should have just let them kill pamela

- HELL YEAHHH DOWN WITH THE MILTONS THE MILTONS ARE MURDERERS HELL YEAHHHHHH

- omg yumiko and magna back on their girlboss wlw relationship love them together

- OH NO JERRY GOT SEEN

- omg the commonwealth people got their backs

- UNION STATION????

- oh my god negan shut up carol does not care

- OMG IS HE SCARED CAROL IS GONNA KILL HER

- carol is like ??? u??? when my boytoy is out there fighting for his life???

- omg maggie and daryl both look so haggard pls someone just give them a hug 😭

- ewww theyre talking about leah

- GLENN NAME DROP

- ok daryl and maggie kiss now

- gracie’s cardigan looks so comfortable

- omg they’re so super stealth rn

- that man is such an idiot fr

- god rosita is so slay i love her so much its insane

- the sewer is so disgusting i would never go down there rip to them but i’m different

- annie leave negan for maggie challenge

- carol and negan r so bold

- carol is my girlboss fr fr 🫶

- IS THAT

- oh my god hes disgusting

- yeah that’s correct u suck so bad sebastian

- NEGAN SAYING “i have seen her pull bunnies right out of her ass with my very own two eyes” CAROL GOES 😐😑

- carol continuing to be described as the epitomy of girlboss in the show iktr iktr

- ARE THEY GONNA SHOOT THEM

- omg thats what negan deserved i have no pity for him

- pamela lies! sebastian kills! period!

- wtf are those walkers how did they get so close is nobody doing their jobs

- TEAR GASSING THE CROWDS??? R U KIDDING ME??? THATS SO FUCKED??/!-???

- omg am i mercer

- be the change you want to see in the world mercer kill pamela

- rosita pubging irl rn

- OMG TORN IN HALF REST IN PIECES FR

- people in power stop drinking when there’s trouble challenge

- no fucking way pamela is ‘boys will be boys’ing this shit no fucking way pamela istg

- OH MY FOS SHE HIT GIM

- omg carol is playing along with pamela to get what she wants thats so slay of her

- where did they get all of that rope to tie that walker up omg

- AHAHAHAHA GET HIM DARYL GET HIM

- nooo the smirk lance is insane he needs to go to therapy or smth fr fr

- omg angsty caryl moment my heart literally dropped

- boo negan should just leave boo negan redemption arc booooo

- omg negan slept with mercer to get into the commonwealth

- um he also tortured the love of her life for like a week ofc shes wary of him???

- ok but yeah he does owe it to maggie idc idc idc

- AHAHAHA LANCE LOOKS LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT WHEN DARYL KNIFE TO THE THROATS HIM

- if daryl yelled at me i think i would cry i hate it i hate it i hate it

[earthtooz]

earth!! hello!! i’m a p new-ish follower & i just wanted to say omg your blog!! and your fics!!! so so so GOOD!!! i’m so whipped for the bllk boys sigh i love them!!! esp reo like!!! hi sir!!!! he has me screaming and kicking my feet!!! my lover boy!!!!! that nonnie was right ab there not being enough reo fics omg!! but i just wanted to pop in & say hi!! <3

HII GORJUS!! welcome to my blog :>> i hope you have been enjoying it this far !!

AND THANK U :(( AHHHHH I APPRECIATE UR KIND WORDS SO MUCH i’m just as whipped trust me (i bet you couldn’t tell huh), i don’t know what blue lock put in their characters but i think it’s something better than drugs.

anyways, SO REAL. REO LOVERS ARE MY FAVOURITE KIND OF PEOPLE, WE NEED TO STAY TOGETHER BC THIS MAN… HOOOOWEEEEEE

he has me more than just screaming and kicking my feet (okay sorry i’ll shut my mouth), pls pretend like u didn’t see that.

well thanks for taking the time to pop in and say hi!! ur message was very appreciated and loved, i will treasure ur compliments and hold it dear to my heart <3 come back any time you’d like :)) my inbox is always open!!

in the meantime, take care!!

[violetkatgrove]

can u believe i used to be soft every time i saw a picture of ---- and now i see him and my fight or flight goes off except its only fight

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[96crewlove]

- the things you do that drive me insane.

itafushi, fluff & smut, >1k words.

it was their regular saturday night. exorcise, shower, itadori comes over to his to watch a shitty movie, they make out during it, fuck til 2AM, and cuddle to sleep.

fushiguro is half asleep when he hears a wide awake itadori ask behind him, "fushiguro, what do you think of me?"

"i think you should go to sleep."

"oi, fushigurooo..."

fushiguro turns his head a little to meet itadori's puppy gaze. he all too quickly decides to give in. "yūji, there's honestly a lot to say about you. i can't think of it all in one sitting."

"oh..."

"yeah."

it's right then that itadori makes his absurd "i got an idea!" face. fushiguro is horrified before the words even fly out his mouth.

"we should make a list then! you write things about me that i do and how you feel about them and i do the same for you! it's perfect! ingenious! foolproof!"

"yeah, and kind of unnecessary." says fushiguro, but at itadori's frown, he tries to make amends. "i just mean that if we do this, aren't we like, judging each other a little bit? what if i put down something that you do constantly and say i hate it and that hurts your feelings? or worse, makes you wanna change yourself for my benefit?"

itadori contemplates his boyfriend's point, then he shakes his head like the unwavering spirit he is. "that won't happen. we can talk about it if either of us do feel that way, but i want these lists to be 100% honest."

fushiguro loves him so much. he reaches back to pull itadori towards him for a kiss. when they break apart, they are staring into each other's eyes. brown & green.

"okay."

"okay?"

"okay."

itadori gives fushiguro one of his big smiles before leaning in for another kiss. fushiguro moans into it, making sure to sound extra slutty so that when itadori slid his half-hard dick back inside him, their night (or morning, for that matter) could end on an extra positive note.

the lists start later that day.

THINGS THAT 'GUMI DOES THAT DRIVES ME INSANEEEEEE♡

when u tell me to "shut up😡🧍🏻" like YASSSS DADDY TELL ME WHAT TO DO

u order us takeout when it's been a rough day like CHRIST ur so perceptive and it just makes me wanna kiss u UwU <3

when u fix ur hair in the morning and look at yourself in the mirror cause u look like a total model (i'm so lucky to have u)

whenever you, me, and nobs are in the field and u get protective of us 🥺 like u go fucking crazy if even a scratch lands on either of us and that is so goddamn hot sir

when u wait for me to ask u if u need help because ur too shy/proud to ask

things that my dumbass boyfriend itadori does that drives me insane x

leaves all his goddamn hair on the bathroom floor after styling it HEY

his laugh. i like it. YOU LOVE IT

takes huge risks + always ready to put his life on the line like that won't affect the people around him, like nobody will care 'gumi🥺

him being a genuine and compassionate person :))))))))

when he throws me on the bed and then proceeds to rearrange my guts 🤷🏻

the fifth input on fushiguro's list not only got him a thorough dicking down but also set off a very horny chain reaction.

THINGS THAT 'GUMI DOES THAT DRIVES ME INSANEEEEEE♡

ur (rly rly pretty) eyes rolling up whenever i fuck u deep n slow

the way u look at me when we're on opposite sides of a room. bedroom eyes and pouting your lips into a frown on purpose because u know that shit turns me on

the sounds u make whenever i hurt u a little bit or throw u around

"shit. where do you want it, babe?" "inside me, yūji, please."

when you deepthroat my dick and look up at me with those eyes LIKE FUUUUUUUCK 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

things that my dumbass boyfriend itadori does that drives me insane x

when i look up at him silently asking him to fuck my face...and he does. instant serotonin. I KNEW ITTTT U DO THAT SHIT ON PURPOSE

him using his muscles to put me into whatever position he wants :))))))))

him smoothing his hair back + leaving any type of jewelry on whenever we have sex. it is admittedly very hot. ALL THIS HOTNESS IS FOR U MEGUMI BABY🥵

him asking for consent for every little thing even though i ask for it :))))))))

him telling me that he loves me right before he cums. he says it every time. damn straight i love ur fine ass and and and ur actual ass that is also fine UwU <3 💞💞💞💞💞

"not that it was a competition or anything, but—oou, fuck—just because you wrote down more things than me does not mean you love me more than i love you. like, my stuff about you were way more descriptive—"

"why in the ever-loving fuck are you talking about this now?" fushiguro motions to their joined bodies. they are very much naked, and itadori has him bent against the shower wall with his cheek rubbing up on the glass like it isn't embarrassing.

"right!" itadori laughs nervously before getting back to work, resuming his onslaught in fushiguro's ass. "i just wanted to let you know in case! you know i love you—uh, jesus, you are so tight for me, megs—a lot, right?"

as if to prove it to megumi, yūji starts fucking him harder. the slapping sound of their skin meeting echoes off the walls. it is both very filthy and very hot. megumi can't help but moan despite wanting to roll his eyes.

"yes yūji, i know."

extras!

at the beginning of their relationship megumi took a longer time to fall asleep with how loud yūji snored and writes as such. when yūji secretly sought out a way to quiet his snores, megumi woke up in the middle of the night fearful thinking yūji had died. again. needless to say, megumi cussed yūji out telling him that he would rather fall asleep to yūji's broken car engine snoring than think he had died on him again. (megumi had grown fond of used to the snoring anyway.)

yūji writes down that he doesn't like it when megumi helps people who are so obviously flirting with him ("yūji, that girl was just asking for directions." "DIRECTIONS TO YOUR DICK!")

megumi loves when yūji teaches him stuff in the kitchen. it really turns him on. yes, they make out in the kitchen a lot.

yūji loves how understanding megumi is to the sukuna situation. more than a dozen times has sukuna made obscene comments while the couple was having sex. ("i could fuck him harder than that. do better, brat.", "smack his ass again, brat, your handprint is fading.", "i swear his ass gets bigger every time.")

megumi likes that yūji is a crybaby sometimes and asks him for cuddles when the pinkhead has had a rough day

yūji loves that megumi is a power bottom

megumi loves to smack the shit out of yūji when he refers to him as a power bottom

in the rare moments that yūji sees megumi smile so big or laugh so hard that his teeth show, yūji is one step closer to getting down on one knee never mind that they're only eighteen

megumi looooooves it when yūji worships his body. he has developed quite of a praise kink because of it (and a million more kinks thanks to yūji but that is ASIDE THE POINT-)

yūji looooooves when he wakes up before megumi. these moments are of course rare because megumi is essentially an insomniac, but watching his boyfriend wake up and still be so painfully gorgeous doing it is literally one of yūji's greatest joys in life.

[natilieal]

mr witcher will u pls get ur dick out ? 👀🧡

hello ily!! mr witcher will u pls get ur dick out is the working title for a fic that I've spammed u about at length a geraskier 5+1-adjacent fic wherein Jaskier is a noble who is attempting to get the attention of the witcher his parents have hired, in increasingly ridiculous ways.

excerpt:

‘Sir Witcher!’ Jaskier tries not to look too pleased at the sight of the hulking figure in his doorway. He’s supposed to be terribly afraid, after all. ‘You must help me, I fear there’s a monster hiding in my room.’

‘A monster.’ The witcher replies, deadpan. His voice is deep, barely above a growl, and Jaskier shivers.

‘Yes, a monster,’ he insists, eyes wide and pleading. ‘I’ve been trying to sleep, but I keep hearing this awful creaking, like footsteps, and there’s a terrible chill in the air. And then, just before, the papers on my desk moved of their own accord!’

The witcher is almost unnaturally still as he listens, eyes trained, unblinking, on Jaskier. The light is dim but he can see that the witcher’s face is as impassive as always.

Undeterred, Jaskier stretches out further in his bed. He is resting back on his elbows, one leg stretched in front of him, the other bent at the knee, doing his best impression of an alluring damsel in distress. He tilts his hips subtly, and feels incredibly pleased when he sees the witcher’s eyes flick downward. The sharp gaze is back on his face almost instantly, but still, Jaskier preens. ‘So you see, there must be some sort of awful presence in this room. I can’t possibly spend the night here alone, cold and vulnerable as I am. I need you to stay here and protect me.’

The silence stretches on as the witcher considers him. Jaskier looks up at him through his lashes, hoping he looks appropriately coquettish. The candles in the room have all been extinguished; he can only see the witcher through the barest slivers of moonlight coming in through the curtains, and it makes for an incredibly pleasant view. The severe angles of his face are emphasised by the half-shadows, his white hair all the more lovely as it spills along his shoulders. His catlike amber eyes seem to glow brighter in the moonlight, almost otherworldly as they watch him. Jaskier feels strangely exposed under the witcher’s heavy stare, as though he is pinned in place and being catalogued. Almost, Jaskier thinks hopefully, as if the witcher is considering Jaskier’s obvious proposition.

He tries to smile, coy and inviting, and his heart leaps as the witcher takes a step forward into the room.

The witcher walks over to Jaskier’s desk and shuts the window, the latch clicking quietly into place. ‘Found your monster.’

Jaskier swears that, for a moment, the witcher’s solemn mouth twitches into a smile.

With that, the witcher turns on his heel and leaves without sparing him a glance.

Jaskier throws himself back onto the bed with a defeated groan.

tag meme: ask me about my wips!

[silversatoru]

birthdays don’t have to suck

fushiguro megumi x f!reader (elli)

synopsis: you get really sick on your birthday, but megumi makes sure that you still have a good day :))

t/w: fluff, reader is sick, vomiting, medicine (tylenol lol), some details pertain specifically to elli

wc: 2.2k

a/n: a small birthday present for the love of my life @megumifushi who never sleeps enough and is always sick,, i love u and i hope ur days not too bad <3

you stared into your dimly lit laptop, red eyes squinting at the black text that sped across the screen as your fingers scrambled against the keys. you weren’t even sure that what you were writing was comprehensible at this point, but your essay that was due tomorrow morning wasn’t gonna write itself. at this point it just needed to get done, concerns of quality were thrown out the window hours ago.

aside from the burning and stinging in your eyes, your entire body ached, and you were ridden with chills and goosebumps. seemed like a fever was coming on, but you didn’t have the time or capacity to care about that right now. you’d pop a few tylenol and crawl into bed in a couple hours, and everything would be better tomorrow.

what time was it anyway? it couldn’t possibly be that late yet, right? 

you glanced to the corner of the screen, eyes falling on a bright 3:56am that made your heart sink and your eyes widen. you had a terrible habit of losing track of time and staying up into ungodly hours of the night — a habit that your wonderful boyfriend was trying so terribly hard to break. 

you glanced to your left and took in his sleeping form, his lips parted ever so slightly as he took small breaths of air. he’d be disappointed and upset with you if he knew how horrid your sleep schedule had been lately, and he’d probably blame your chills and headaches on your lack of sleep as well — which in all fairness was probably pretty accurate. 

“i’ll just finish this up real quick and then i promise i’ll sleep, ‘kay gumi?” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his soft, spiky hair. 

he was undisturbable, his mind off somewhere in a dreamland that was quite the distance from your small bedroom. and that was probably for the better, because him nagging at you to go to sleep would be too distracting for you to get your work done. 

your hands moved rapidly against the keyboard for about another hour, words spilling onto the screen until you finally hit the page requirement for your paper. it was probably terrible, most likely had a few words spelled wrong, and honestly you were pretty certain you’d repeated yourself several times, but fuck it — submit. you were typically an excellent student, so one bad paper wouldn’t kill you, and you were too tired and achy to care right now. 

you got up and placed your laptop onto your desk, plugging it in and letting a heavy sigh fall from your lips as you made your way back over to the bed. the soft blankets were therapeutically warm on your chilly skin as you crawled in against megumi’s back, effectively turning him into the little spoon and pressing your nose to the back of his neck. thankfully, sleep found you shortly after, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off into a much needed slumber. 

babe 

wake up 

babe

you woke up to small finger pokes to your cheek from megumi, his face laced with concern as your vision finally focused on his features. he bent over and pressed his lips to your forehead, pausing there for a fraction of a second and then standing back up. 

“i think you have a fever. i noticed when i woke up and you felt like a fucking space heater,” he frowned, confirming your initial suspicions from last night, “i’ll go get some medicine”.

you groggily nodded your head, shivers coursing through your body and dotting your extremities with goosebumps. your condition had definitely deteriorated overnight, your eyes stinging and a horrible nausea creeping up your throat. 

by the time he returned with the medicine you had yourself propped up against the pillows, thick blankets pulled up to your chin in an attempt to minimize the icy feeling in your body. he handed two small tylenol tablets to you with a disappointed look on his face — a look that said: i’m gonna kick your ass for not getting enough sleep again. 

“i’ll let everyone know you’re not feeling well enough to go out tonight,” he hummed as he handed you a glass of water, your brain filling with thick fog as you tried to decipher why he would need to let anyone know you were sick. 

the look of pure confusion signaled to him that you had no idea what he was talking about, megumi shaking his head before he spoke up again, “it’s your birthday, dumbass, we were supposed to get food and stuff with yuuji, inumaki, and nobara and maki”. 

birthday 

oh 

forgetting about that was another habit you continued to succumb to every year.

“mm, shit,” you sighed after drinking back the pills, “i forgot”. 

“figured you would,” megumi clicked his tongue, “but i didn’t, because i’m a good boyfriend. can you drag yourself out to the kitchen? you should eat”.

“don’t think so,” you mumbled, attempting to disappear back under the blankets before he could coerce you to follow him outside of the bedroom. 

but megumi is impossibly even more stubborn than you are, wrapping his arms under your body and lifting you to his chest, “guess i’ll just have to carry you then”. 

“fine,” you let out a long groan — was it a bit dramatic? maybe. but in your defense you felt like you’d been hit with a train.

he peppered your face with kisses as he carried you out of the bedroom, lovingly setting you down on one of the high bar stools around your kitchen table. he instructed you to stay in the chair, abruptly returning to the bedroom to bring out a couple blankets to wrap around your shoulders. you were grateful for the extra heat, you body still shaking and shivering as the medications worked to cure your fever. 

megumi was a man of few words, preferring to display his love for you through acts of service than grand confessions, and this was very eminent when he wordlessly grabbed a couple pots and began cooking for you. you let your face fall onto your arms, resting your chin as you watched him silently shuffle between the stove and the pantry. the silence was comfortable, and you weren't going to complain about watching your muscular boyfriend walk around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid pajama pants. 

a few minutes later he was placing a steaming bowl of soup and a couple slices of baked bread in front of you, a savory scent flooding your nostrils. 

“red lentil,” he spoke as he handed you a spoon, “it’s your favorite, so you better eat it”. 

“yes, sir,” you gave him a small smile, dipping the cool metal into the hot liquid and scooping a spoonful into your mouth. 

“all of it”

“yes, megumi, i will try”

to no surprise, the soup went down pretty fucking horribly, your head hanging low over the toilet while megumi held your hair out of the way. your throat was practically raw by the time you were done heaving and vomiting up the meal, your eyes brimming with hot tears. 

megumi tied your hair up in a neat bun so he could step away, filling up a glass with water and carefully helping you to take small sips and rinse out your mouth. he was tedious with the clean up, washing your face and helping you brush your teeth — ensuring that you felt the best you could given the situation. he then scooped you back into his arms, carrying you back to bed and profusely apologizing for making you eat the soup — but he was just trying to make you feel better, he really was doing his best.

you were ready to add today to your long list of terrible birthdays, chalking it up as another failed attempt, but megumi was not about to let that happen. he knew you had a rough history with birthdays, but now that he was here? you’d have a bad birthday over his dead body. 

he scoured the back of your fridge for ginger ale, gatorade, jello, and whatever else he could find to make you the perfect sick-person platter. and he made sure he was logged into every streaming service that the two of you collectively owned, preparing netflix, hulu, and crunchy roll so that he could easily access every single one of your favorite shows and movies. and so you spent the majority of your day tucked safely against megumi’s chest, forcing down small sips of ginger ale and watching an assortment of tv. 

your phone rang at some point — a facetime call from all of your friends who had gotten together so they could all wish you a collective happy birthday. megumi stuck a singular candle into a cup of blue-raspberry jello and ignited it with a small flame; and then they all sang the most terrible rendition of “happy birthday” that you’d ever heard, yuuji’s voice a little louder and little more out-of-tune than everyone else's.

you mustered enough energy to blow out the flame, everyone cheering while megumi shoveled a scoop of the blue jelly into your mouth. you swallowed it with a smile, praying it stayed down while everyone sent you off with an assortment of “feel better!”, “we love you!”, and “wish you were here!”

your night got pretty quiet after that, you and megumi climbing back under the covers to watch a few more episodes of your new favorite anime. it wasn’t until well into the night that he finally asked you if he could give you the presents he’d gotten for you. reluctantly, you said yes. you hated receiving gifts (it was just one of the many reasons you hated your birthday) but you knew that megumi wasn’t going to take no for answer. 

he was obviously nervous, palms sweaty as he handed you a couple neatly wrapped packages in plain, solid colored paper. they were very megumi, perfect folds with not a single crease, the paper simple yet elegant and adorned with a singular bow on top. 

you hesitantly peeled the paper off the smaller of the two, revealing a tiny box that contained a classic looking silver locket. you felt your heart pinch in your chest as you clicked the locket open and revealed two small pictures of each of the two of you. you weren’t particularly sentimental, but on top of your lack of sleep and not feeling very well, the simple gift caused few tears to well up in your eyes. but he was quick to wipe them away, insisting that you had to open the second gift first, and that birthdays weren’t meant for crying. 

you followed his instructions, ripping open the second package and revealing a larger box that contained a series of envelopes. each one was decorated with tiny doodles of you and megumi, his demon dogs, hearts, etc. they were sickeningly cute, and you immediately reached for the first one before megumi reached out and stopped you. 

“they’re not for now; they’re for when i’m gone, you know, on missions and stuff,” he could barely even maintain eye contact, his eyes dipping low as yours filled back up with tears. 

despite your lack of energy and the fever that was starting to return, you showered him in hugs and kisses after that, thanking him over and over for the most perfect gifts, and for making your day as wonderful as it could have been. 

all things aside, you were coming around to the idea that birthday’s don’t have to suck. 

bonus: the first letter: 

to y/n:

i know im not great at telling you what i have to say through words, actually, i’m kind of really bad at it. but i thought writing these might be a nice way to try and get better? i’m not sure. anyway, i guess i’ll start by saying that you mean a lot to me, and i probably miss you a lot right now (even though ill be too afraid to reach out and say it). not sure how long i’ll be gone for at the time but it’s probably a few days at least. gonna work hard so i can hurry back to see you. 

i hope you’re sleeping enough, but i know you’re not. you never do, especially when i’m not there to yell at you. i hope you’re eating enough too. but you’re probably also not doing that. you’re like taking care of a stubborn child, you know that? but this is supposed to be a love letter so i’ll try to refrain from scolding you too much. but do try to take care of yourself. ill see you soon. 

megumi