#☆–psych‐ward‐favourite–☆

[mitski-creature]

I should have died a long time ago.

[multistanninglifestyle]

If someone asked me at the end

I’d tell them “put me back in it”

[chewyhanniebug]

oh my god

[dandyshucks]

oh i could,, i could put Millie in this scene,,, you all could meet Millie,,,,

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ oh ! dear diary, i met a boy !

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!bro anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — your stepbrother anakin finds your diary full of all your dirty little secrets

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 6k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, smut ( masturbation f and m, oral sex f and m, vibrator, degradation, praise, use of the term slut/little slut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, overstimulation ) i think that’s all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — someone call the psych ward immediately !

part two part three masterlist

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anakin groaned in annoyance as he stormed up the steps at his mothers command asking him to fetch his stepsister for some reason or another. he barged into your bedroom not bothering to knock, he always liked seeing you jump, sometimes you were on your bed, phone dropping from your hands as your lips parted in surprise. other times you were perched at your vanity catching his eye in the mirror with horrified delight. but his favourite would always be when he entered your room to find you clad in nothing but a pair of white panties. your face had been painted crimson, eyes clutching your breasts but he could still see your rosy nipples peeking beneath your manicured nails, pert from the cold winter air.

but this time, much to his disappointment he found the room empty, your fairlights glittered along the ceiling and the pink lamp beside your bed cast light on the little book had seen you clutching to your chest every so often, it was hot pink and dotted with stickers of various celebrities that he despised. you had always been protective of it, even your father had once gained a slap to the hand when he tried to touch your book. so anakin knew he had no choice, he slowly entered the room further, noting the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. perfect.

he crossed your room in a matter of seconds and scooped up the book, flicking through a couple pages, the first few he saw held nothing of interest and he skimmed through. there were no dates but he could tell they were from before your father and shmi had bought the house and blended your family, he read a few sentences of you complaining about school, and friend drama and almost called it a bust. his innocent priss of a stepsister was the same in her diary as she was every day. that was until he skipped ahead and found his name appearing. with new found interest he settled down on your bed.

/ anakin came back from college today and he actually looked happy to see me, or he smiled when he got out of the car which is a first. i wish he would smile more, he looks so pretty when he smiles.

anakin scoffed at this, rolling his eyes, this had only been a few weeks ago and he had been laughing at a text just moments before, but of course you would think he was happy to see you. you always greeted him the same, glossy lips twisted in a saccharine smile as you bounced on the balls of your feet, begging for an ounce of attention from him. it was ridiculous, but he had to know more.

/ anakin is fixing up dad’s old car in the driveway so that he can use it, i’ve never been so happy for my father’s hoarding tendencies in my life. i was sat at my window for two hours today watching him. he was wearing that black wife beater, the one that makes his arms look even bigger than usual, so muscly and strong. i wonder what it would feel like for him to pick me up, and feel his muscles against my back, they look so good when they’re tensed. he was so sweaty too, i wanted to run out there and lick it from his skin, how disgusting but wow, i wish i took a picture of him like that. soaked in sweat and oil.

anakin’s jaw was agape, his sweet innocent stepsister wasn’t such an angel as he once thought. his dick twitched beneath his sweatpants at the thought of you perched on your window seat with a perfect view of him working rubbing your thighs together, desperate for his touch, his taste. it was taboo, disgusting, your parents were married and here you were writing dirty little fantasies. he loved it. addicted to the words you had spilled across the page in pretty gel pens.

/ dad asked me why i was so distracted today at dinner, how could i not be? anakin came down in just shorts and i swear i could see everything, he’s bigger than i imagined, i probably wouldn’t even be able to fit my hand around it, but ellen said boys like that. i wonder what it looks like, i’ve only ever seen them in porn. anakin didn’t even notice anything was off with me, didn’t notice me staring. i wish he would.

“fuck,” anakin hissed, his dick was now almost fully hard and throbbing. who knew you were such a slut, fantasising about his cock at the dinner table. if he had known… god he wanted to fucking ruin you. show you how to take his dick, watch as you choked and cried around it as he forced it past your swollen lips. he wanted to paint you in his cum and not stop until you were a shaking writhing mess. he knew you were hot, had thought it the second he saw you, your hair in braids clad in ivory like some kind of fallen angel but had pushed it away, you were his stepsister for fuck sake, but now…

/ he walked in on me changing today, i was only in my underwear and he laughed, but i caught him staring at my boobs, i made sure not to cover them properly and it worked. i got so wet, i don’t think i’ve ever come so hard before. i wanted him to do something, walk over to me and rip my hands away, push me on the bed and fuck me till i saw stars, but instead i just had to use my vibrator. sometimes i wish he could hear me moaning through the wall, maybe he can.

“little fucking slut,” anakin said to himself as he glanced across the page, hand cupping his rock hard cock through his trousers, your words were depraved, desperate. maybe he should walk into the bathroom right now and take you like you were so desperate for, you would have no trouble spreading your legs for him, would probably beg for it, do anything he asked. his perfect little fuck toy. he couldn’t help himself anymore, spitting on his hand and slipping it down his trousers tugging at his cock as he continued to read.

/ i bought a dildo today from ann summers but i’m scared, my fingers are so small compared to it, the woman said it was about average but wow. no matter how much prep i do it hurts. i bet anakin would feel better, the silicon is so hard and cold. i wore one of his t-shirts it smells like him, that helped a little but it’s not the same, i’ve heard his stories when he talks to his friends about the girls he’s fucked. he knows what he’s doing, i wonder how he would take me, on my back nice and slow, or pound into me from behind while i screamed. maybe he would call me angel like he does sometimes, i wish. now my arm just hurts so i’m here alone in my bed playing with my clit wishing it was him.

anakin jerked against his hand at the last sentence, he had never cum this quickly before, but your words had him loosing his shit, he couldn’t even imagine what else you thought if this was only what you choose to write down, what other dirty secrets lurked beneath that pretty facade of pink and glitter. the next page held a collection of polaroids you had taken of him, some from the window as he worked on his car, skin sheened in sweat and oil, shirtless as he drank a bottle of water. another of him laying on the sofa arm resting behind his head a can of beer in hand, and the last was him glaring at the camera. he remembered this one, he had demanded you rip it up, but here it was immortalized with pink and purple hearts surrounding it. but the next page was from today.

/ anakin came home from playing baseball with his friends about an hour ago, he was gross, sweaty and loud after hours with his friends. he slid past me in the kitchen his hands on my hips for just a second i wish he would have bent me over the counter and fucked me there and then. i would have let him, dad was in the living room but i don’t care, god, he’s ruined me. all i can think about is him, his cock, his hands, his lips. i need him. i’m gonna go shower, i was meant to help shmi with dinner but i couldn’t, not when i was soaking through my panties while stood next to her fantasising about her son.

“oh fuck,” anakin hissed as he came into his fist, cum coating his boxers and knuckles. you were insane, and maybe so was he for getting so worked up but he knew he couldn’t hold back now, he had seen those words and there was no going back. a bit shakily he stood from the bed wiping his hands on his sweatpants and grabbing the sparkly pen from your desk and decided to leave a little note of his own in your dirty little diary.

/ who knew you were such a dirty little slut, angel girl

and with that he left your bedroom, cum drying on his boxers, he could only hope you found his note sooner rather than later.

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after your shower you felt a lot better, you had turned the water considerably cooler than usual and taken some deep breaths you had learned from yoga, pushing anakin far from your mind, you let the ritual of getting redressed soothe your mind, slipping into a soft matching set of white shorts and a crop top, leaving your hair loose and applying your skin care. you almost felt like yourself, untainted by the dirty thoughts that seemed perpetually in your mind.

you wished it would stop, you hated yourself for it, your father was finally happy after years of thinking he would never find love again after your mother had passed. if he knew what you were thinking he would be disgusted, he would probably send you off to your aunt to protect anakin and shmi from your sick mind, the thought made your stomach hurt. you wanted to stop you really did, but then you would see him and all those dirty thoughts would slip back in, he was haunting you.

you headed downstairs, an airpod pressed in one ear hoping some music would soothe your guilty mind, finding shmi in the kitchen. the woman smiled in relief when she saw you.

“there you are, i sent ani up to get you half an hour ago,” she said a little flustered and instantly your heart dropped, you didn’t know why she was upset but she had needed you. you hated upsetting people, ‘always a people pleaser’ your mother had used to scold you fondly.

“i’m so sorry, anakin never told me,” you said truthfully and the woman sighed before laughing begrudgingly.

“my son has many talents, listening has never been one of them,” she said with a fond smile before turning back to the stove, “i’m making your dad that soup he loves so much but this recipe seems wrong, think you could help me out?” she requested holding out a sheet of paper to you and you took it immediately, nodding happily.

“of course,” you beamed, “well firstly it’s chicken stock not vegetable stock,” you informed her, “and secondly use heavy cream instead of milk, he likes the taste more. but other than that it seems perfect”

“really?” she asks you, face a little tight.

“yep, we always make it a little different depending on what we have but you have got this down to a t now i would say, and dads gonna love it,” you said and shmi finally smiled again, you hated when she frowned, it made her seem much older, an echo of the struggling woman she had once been and she didn’t deserve that, she never did.

“want to stay and help me make it?” she asked and you accepted. the pair of you worked in tandem, and soon you had a delicious pot of soup bubbling on the stove ready to be served along with homemade grilled cheese.

“okay, i’m gonna go grab your dad from the den do you mind getting, ani,” shmi asked and you agreed despite yourself, bounding out of the kitchen and up the stairs to anakin’s room, knocking once, then twice and then three times before you finally got a response.

“come in,” he called out, so you swung the door open, expecting a scowl or a blank stare but instead he was smirking widely at you, as though he knew something you didn’t and it made your skin crawl. “oh, hey, angel,” he greeted. fuck.

“dinners ready,” you told him, proud that you managed to keep your voice steady and his face dropped a little bit before his smile suddenly widened again.

“and you came to get me?” he asked teasingly, your stomach tightened, twisting into a ball and sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. he was going to kill you.

“your mum asked me to,” you say shortly, spinning around and walking away, taking a deep breath as you did so. stupid, stupid, stupid…

“angel,” anakin said again, and that name was going to send you into overdrive, a flush growing on your cheeks. “not gonna wait for me? that’s not very nice,” he complained and you shook your head.

“are you high?” you asked him as you reached the landing but anakin grabbed your wrist stopping you from heading down the steps.

“what makes you say that?” he asked you, drawing closer to you so that your faces were only inches apart, you could feel his hot breath fanning on your cheeks, see deep into his eyes, so pretty and blue beneath the crystalline lights above.

“your acting strange,” you pointed out with a frown, anakin was never nice to you, he was cordial sometimes, blunt others and sometimes he was simply rude, but never this. never teasing and friendly and chasing you down through the halls of your home to chat. it was as unnerving as it was utterly addictive.

“i just learned something new today, something that’s changed my perspective a little bit,” he crooned, hand coming up and resting on the wall beside your head, you blinked at him. what the fuck?

“what did you learn?” you asked him curiously and anakin grinned, a beautiful blinding thing that took your breath away.

“you’ll see,” was all he said before withdrawing from you and heading down the steps leaving you flabbergasted where you stood, heart racing and core throbbing. “come on, angel, don’t wanna be late for dinner,” he called up to you and you followed soundlessly, wondering if you had accidentally fallen into a different dimension while in the shower.

dinner was normal, or as normal is it could be with anakin acting so out of character, he was chatting like he hadn’t seen anyone in years, some kind of newfound zest for life that even had his mother seemed confused about but accepted with open arms. it was nice to see anakin talking, usually, he would mutter a few words before disappearing back to his room.

“yea, i was thinking of working at the garage next term to get a little extra cash, you know where you’re going to colleague next year, angel?” anakin asked, you looked over at him a little wide-eyed at the nickname in front of your parents, but glancing at them you saw that they both seemed… pleased.

“um, i have a few options actually, still not sure,” you murmured, still lost in what was happening, but it was making your head spin.

“she’s been looking at your school a bit,” your dad cut in, “it’s got a great program for what she wants to study,”

“oh really? maybe i could set something up for you, or maybe just give you a show around of the school next term, let you see what it’s really about,” anakin suggested with a smile and shmi beamed.

“oh that's a lovely idea, ani dear,” she exclaimed, “what do you think, sweetheart?” she asked her eyes darting to you and you pulled your lips into a smile.

“yea that sounds great,” you agreed, glancing back at anakin who sent you a wink. you almost groaned, rubbing your thighs together, you thought anakin being mean to you was enough to send you spiraling, spilling dirty fantasies into your book but him being nice was going to send you into a whirl of delusions that were going to be detrimental to your mental health if it continued.

once dinner was finished you rushed to your room, ready to spill your guts into your diary, you grabbed it from your bedside table and flicked to the next open page, your heart dropping to your stomach when you saw the words scrawled on the page.

\ who knew you were such a dirty little slut, angel girl

“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself, tossing the book down onto the bed, horror-struck. you knew that handwriting, had seen it many times before and now here it was taunting you in a book full of your sick twisted fantasies that all featured him. you felt nauseous, bile rising in your throat, is this why he was so happy, some sort of twisted revenge? had he taken pictures of it? did he plan on showing your dad? “this can’t be happening,” you whispered to yourself.

“i see you found my note,” a cocky voice echoed from behind you, you span around, lips trembling and anakin’s brows furrowed slightly.

“please don’t tell my dad, i’m so sorry anakin. i know it’s wrong and disgusting but please he will never forgive me if i ruin this for him, he loves your mum so much and i…” the world were tumbling from your lips so quickly you could hardly process them, not even noting as anakin shut the door behind him and crossed the room so that he was stood before you, “i’m sorry,” you practically wailed, “you were never supposed to see that, it was just somewhere to put down my thoughts,” tears were streaming down your cheeks now, “please don’t hate me,”

“you gonna be quiet now?” anakin asked you once you finally stopped rambling and you nodded through sniffles, vision blurred by your tears. “good,” he whispered, reaching up and cupping your cheek, “i’m not gonna tell your dad, angel,” he said soothingly, “not when i know how much fun we can have now,” anakin said with a smile.

“what… what are you saying?” you asked him. this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening right now. no way.

“i’m saying, that i wanna see just how dirty you can be, angel,” he cooed, “i wanna know the darkest parts of that fucked up little mind of yours,” your breathing hitched, raising your hands to wipe the tears from your ruddy cheeks and staring at him in disbelief.

“anakin…” you whispered, “this is wrong,”

“oh i know that, baby, but it didn’t stop you from burying your fingers into your cunt and imagining it was me. from laying in bed only a room away from me and moaning my name while you tried to use a dildo on yourself wishing it was me,” he hummed, “and what was it that you wrote earlier? that you were picturing me bending you over with your dad in the next room, that you couldn’t be with my mother in the kitchen because you were dripping down your thighs thinking about me,”

“oh fuck,” you moaned, hearing him depict your fantasies, the things you had said were driving you wild, something stirring within you, it set your veins alight with molten flames, spreading through your body and stirring your aching cunt, you could feel your arousal flooding your panties, sticky and wet, you didn’t know what to do, what to think but you needed him, more than you had ever needed anything in your life.

“that’s it, angel, i wanna hear every pretty sound you can make fall from your pretty lips,” anakin prompted, one hand falling to your hips and pulling you in so that your flush was pressed against him another moan falling from your lips when you felt his half hard cock press against your stomach. “what is it you want, tell me, what dirty secret are we sharing tonight?” he asked you.

“kiss me, just kiss me please,” you begged, and anakin obliged crashing his lips to yours, it was messy, all teeth and tongue and spit. immediately he was diving in, tongue prying through your lips and plunging into your mouth, he tasted of smoke, mint and sugar and instantly you were addicted. your hands rose to his shoulders, tugging him closer you wanted to feel every part of him. your hands tugged at his t-shirt wanting to taste his skin, to see him everywhere.

“so eager, baby,” he muttered against your lips before reaching behind him, tugging his t-shirt over his head revealing the planes of his chest and his toned stomach to your awaiting eyes, you had seen him shirtless many times before, but now you could touch him. “take what you want,” he grinned and you did just that, fingers dipping into every crevice, you explored him as though one would a fine piece of art you wanted to memorise the feeling of his skin, the taste, you hardly thought twice before leaning down and kissing the middle of his chest, running your tongue along the unblemished skin, moaning at the taste of salt and skin. “god,” the boy murmured, reaching down and grasping your hair, yanking your head back harshly, “take my sweatpants off,” he commanded and you were not one to disobey, not now, not when you had him.

you wrapped your hands around the waist band and tugged, gasping when his dick sprung free, unrestrained by any boxers beneath, he was already hard, really hard, his cock flushed a deep red, the tip weeping milky precum and gods were you right, he was big, long and thick, far bigger than the dildo you had purchased. you salivated at the sight.

“can i…” you whispered, slowly trailing off, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

“tell me what you want, angel, this is your dirty little dream, i’m just helping make it come true,” anakin said and you nodded, taking a deep breath.

“wanna taste you, ani, can i?” you asked him gently, batting your lashes at him and the boy hissed through his teeth, jaw clenching in a way that made your entire body sing.

“fuck me, go ahead, pretty girl, show me what that mouth is actually good for,” his words were disgusting, a sick way of calling your words worthless and it made you go fucking feral, you sank to your knees, eyeing his cock a little unsurely before carefully wrapping a hand around his thick length, anakin groaned, watching you, eyes alight with interest.

“look at that you were right,” he told you, “your hand can’t even fit around it,” he said, and you shuddered, ingjerking your hand slightly, letting itit glide along the velvety skin of his cock, admiring it, and the sound he made was worth it, so much so that you leaned in, licking a stripe along the side of his cock, stopping once you reached the tip and suckling it gently. a.nakin’s hands fell to your hair gripping it, but not forcing you, he was letting you explore first, you bobbed you head, sinking deeper on his cock, the sensation was strange but not unpleasant. so you took him deeper, the salty taste of him drawing you in further, you pulled back, sucking in a deep breath before taking him deeper until it hit the back of your throat. you were hardly halfway down his cock, so you tried again this time more forcefully, choking when his cockhead rammed into the back of your throat.

“easy, baby,” anakin cooed, pulling you off of his cock, you looked up at him with glossy eyes, spit spilling down your chin.

“you’re so big,” you whined at him accusingly making the boy laugh, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“poor little slut, so desperate for cock but has no clue what she’s doing,” he patronised, thumb trailing down and hooking in your mouth, parting your lips for him, you let your mouth fall open. “gotta take it slow, you aren’t gonna take it all the first time, okay? probably not for a few times, gotta train that throat of yours to take cock, huh?” he asked and you nodded at him, unable to speak with his thumb in you mouth. “try again, huh,” he prompted and you nodded eagerly, this time letting anakin guide your mouth to his awaiting cock, you followed his instructions going slower this time, starting at just the tip suckling it, savoring the taste of his salty cum in your mouth but eventually anakin began to push you further with a groan. you swallowed around him, trying to remember to breathe with the heavy weight on your tongue, your mouth felt stretched, lips stinging, and jaw aching but you couldn’t stop. you needed this, needed him to cum, to know he was enjoying this as much as you were.

“good girl, that’s it,” anakin praised you and you preened, moaning around his cock and making the boy chuckle, “oh you like that, huh, pretty girl? wanna be my good girl?” you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak so instead you locked your eyes with his and this time it was anakin’s turn to moan. “you look so fucking sexy like this, should have known you made for it,” you bobbed your head faster in agreement, it felt wrong to agree, to accept that you were just some sort of object that was made to take dick and love it, but you couldn't argue. not now when you had tasted his cock and you knew you would never be the same again, this was it for you, a springboard into a world that would drive you insane.

“you keep going i’m gonna cum, you ready for that, angel?” he asked you, but you didn’t respond, only forcing him deeper, spluttering slightly but you didn’t pull back, instead taking a settling breath through your nose, spit was dripping down your chin, tears streaming but you couldn’t stop, continuing to choke on his cock, only pulling away when you absolutely had too and it was barley for a few seconds before you were on him again. it was only about a minute before anakin’s hips began to twitch, his cock heavier in your mouth.

 “i’m gonna cum, fuck, baby pull back a little you don’t wanna choke,” he prompted and you did as you were told. lips suctioned around his tip, using your hand to jerk off the rest of his cock and with that, he was cumming down your throat in thick hot spurts. it was disorientating and everything you had ever dreamed of. you swallowed as much as you could of the salty liquid, but some escaped the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your plush carpet, you kept suckling until anakin pulled you away, his lips parted and cheeks flushed.

“that was…” he trailed off voice hoarse, “you did such a good job, angel,” he cooed, reaching out and helping you stand up, your knees ached and you felt a little shaky but you couldn't ignore the heat in your core and the sopping wetness between your legs.

“i liked it,” you said bashfully, voice scratchy.

“of course you did,” anakin mocked lightly but there was no malice behind his words, instead he reached down and grabbed his shirt using it to mop your cheeks and mouth, “come on i wanna try something,” he said, grabbing you hand and leading you over to your bed, “lay down, pretty girl,”

“what are you doing?” you asked him softly and he grinned.

“just lay down, okay, i’m gonna do the work for a bit,” he said, so you followed instruction and laid down on the bed, looking up at him with such innocent trust that it made his heart stutter slightly, “i’m gonna take your top off okay?” he said, climbing onto the bed with you and hovering over you, his legs stradling either side of your hips, he looked so big like this, tall and strong, body on show as he looked down at you.

“okay,” you agreed, letting anakin tug the crop top from your body leaving your chest bare to him.

“been waiting a while to see these again,” he murmured, finger pinching your nipple lightly, you gasped, jolting upwards at the sensation and anakin laughed, “sensitive girl,” he teased, pinching your other nipple, using his body to keep you pinned to the bed. “what was it you said in that dirty little book when i saw your tits for the first time?” he asked you, “hm, let’s have a look shall we?” he said grabbing the book from where it lay only a few inches away from you. your cheeks lit up in shame, shaking your head.

“ani, no,” you pleaded with him but the boy shot you a harsh stare.

“what was that, baby?” he questioned, tone stern, “i thought you wanted this? want me to leave you to deal with this alone like you always do, seeing my cock should do you a good couple months, and you even got to taste it,”

“don’t leave” you begged, “i’m just embarrassed,” you whimper, this brought the smile back to anakin’s face.

“you don’t need to be embarrassed, pretty girl, without this little thing you would probably still be downstairs watching tv with your dad trying not to think about me, isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

“yes,” you said quietly, “just don’t be mean, i really… i needed you. i need you,”

“oh, baby, but you like it when i’m a little mean don’t you?” he snickered, “but back to what i was saying, where is it?” he asked flicking through the pages of the book before he found what he was looking for, “ah, here it is. you wanted me to push you onto this bed and fuck you till you saw stars,” you whimper at this, “and look how proud you were that you caught me staring at your tits,” he grinned, “pretty things aren’t they,” he leaned down, capturing your right nipple between his teeth, nibbling slightly before sucking it into his mouth. the sensation was too much, you gasped, trying to jerk against him but anakin was too strong, he bit down on your nipple, a warning before soothing it with his tongue, moving and doing the same to the other one until you were a panting mess.

“good girl,” he praised, “now this wasn’t what i wanted to do actually, just had to get a taste,” he told you with a wink and you blinked at him stunned. “where do you keep your vibrator, angel?” anakin questioned you.

“um, my bedside draw,” you murmured and anakin nodded, leaning over and opening up and pulling out your pretty pink vibrator.

“cute,” he said, “now, baby, i want to see you use this, okay? wanna know what you look like when you are playing with yourself and thinking about me,” he crooned.

“ani, i’m… fuck okay,” you said reaching out and taking the vibrator from him, anakin climbed off of you and you immediately missed the weight of him atop of you but ignored it was you yanked your shorts and panties down, revealing your throbbing pussy to anakin, the boy groaning in apprecation.

“holy shit, you’re fucking soaked, angel,” he crooned, “look at your clit, all puffy and red. all from sucking my cock?” anakin asked and you nodded, cheeks crimson. “you are a dream, pretty girl,” your clit pulsed at his words and quickly you pressed your vibrator to it before switching it on. your body writhed at the contact, you had been desperate for this for what felt like hours, every inch of your being aching for relief as you trailed the toy down, soaking it in your wetness before bringing it back to your clit, moaning at the feeling.

“fuck, anakin, feels so good” you cried out, tilting your head to look at him and seeing him gazing at your pussy in awe.

“i bet it does, angel, you were so sore, so desperate for this,” he said, reaching out and trailing a finger along your dripping slit, your hips jerked, heart pounding, “gonna come that quick, fuck, do it, baby,” he prompted. you pressed the toy harder to your clit gasping and crying out, the sight of anakin before you, the months of waiting, wanting, it all built up and before you could even react the coil in your stomach snapped and you came with a sharp moan, the vibrator still pressed to your cunt as you twitched through the aftershocks of your orgasm. then you felt it, something wet and warm trailing through your fold, you looked down to see anakin now lying between your legs, his tongue buried in your cunt.

“ani” you sobbed, switching the vibrator off and tossing it to the side, anakin taking this as his chance to wrap is lips around your clit and suck. you all but screamed, still strumming with pleasure and overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, it was hypnotic.

“did i tell you to stop?” he asked pulling back and grabbing the vibrator and flicking it on, pressing to to your abused clit, you gasped, looking down at him with wide eyes, “you are gonna hold this while i eat you out okay, you move it and i’ll stop,” he commanded.

“but, ani, it’s so sensitive,” you told him and anakin simply scoffed.

“you can take it, sluts like you can come as many times as you need to, bet you are still aching for relief,” he said pressing it down harder and you screeched, “take it,” and you did, grabbing the toy from his hand and holding it there as he burried his tongue back inside of you, licking into your sopping walls.

“oh my god, oh my god, anakin please,” you begged one hand slipping down to his hair, tugging on the dark strands with a sob. the vibrator on your clit was brutal, stirring up another orgasm in quick sucession to the last but anakin didn’t stop, he continued to lick and suck while you trembled, slick pouring from your slit as you jerked violently, cumming twice before anakin finally let up.

“you taste fucking divine, angel,” anakin said, his face glossy with your cum, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think as he switched the vibrator off and tossed it to the ground. “fuck me, i’ve never seen such a pretty girl before,” he crooned, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up your body and pressing a dirty kiss to your lips. he tasted of salt and your release and it made your body ache once more.

“ani, ani, please,” you begged against his mouth, you werent sure exactly what you were begging for but you needed it, needed him.

“sh, angel, its okay,” he said gently, running his hands down your hips sothingly, “tell me what you need” he prompted and you wailed, he looked stunned, “hey, come on talk to me, too much?” he questioned but you shook your head violently.

“need to feel you,” you said through heaving breaths, clumsily reaching out and grasping his cock that pulsed in your hand, he spluttered out a moan, rocking his hips into you, head of his cock catching your clit with such delicious pleasure that you swore you almost saw stars. “inside,” you demanded, words failing you in that moment of utter want.

“need to prep you first,” he said, gently removing your hands from his cock before sliding his fingers through your throbbing heat finding your slit with ease and slowly sinking one finger in.

“more,” you begged almost instantly, hands clinging to his shoulders and anakin complied, sinking another finger inside of you, pumping into your wet heat as you babbled and cried.

“never imagined i would have you like this, so desperate for me,” anakin panted, “wanna know a secret, i’ve wanted this for so long, have pictured taking you so many times,” he whispered, “i came reading your diary, seeing how much you wanted me,”

“anakin,” you said, hands coming to his cheeks cupping them so that he would face you, you could see the raw desire that danced behind his pretty blue eyes, “i’m ready, please,” and he complied, slowly lining his cockhead with your swollen hole slowly inching in. the burn was intense, a tearing feeling consuming your cunt even as you leaked more slick onto his sodden cock. you gasped, more tears streaming down your cheeks as anakin slowly inched deeper.

“you can do it, baby, doing so well for me,” he praised as he sunk deeper, inch by inch before burying himself at the hilt and staying there, “look at that, angel, you did it,”

“oh, oh fuck,” it was nothing like your dildo that was all solid plastic and cold feel, instead it was warm and hard and sending your body into overdrive, it took a few moments to adjust to the feel of it, the intrusive weight uncomfortable but not unwelcomed, and it was all worth it to see anakins face. his eyes screwed up in pleasure, bottom lip pinched between his teeth as he tried to stay still for you. “move, you can move, please,”

“you sure, baby,” anakin gasped, voice tight.

“yes, please,” you agreed, he started slow at first, gentle shalow thrusts that allowed you to get used to the feeling of it, but soon he began to speed up, sinking deeper inside of you with each thrust until you could feel the tip pressing against your cervix, the pleasure was indescribable, you never knew it could feel like this, so all consuming. “yes, yes, harder,” you pleaded with him.

“you sure,” he gasped out.

“yes, i’m okay,” you nodded, and anakin listened, suddenly there was nothing between you but the heat of your skin and the slick of your bodies, a mix of sweat, cum and spit. it was disgusting, a sick merging of your bodies, anakin’s face was burried in your neck, sucking crimson marks onto your sensitive skin while you clawed at his back, manicured nails cutting into his golden skin.

“shit, you feel fucking amazing,” anakin said against your skin, grinding deeper, “such a good little pussy for me, taking me so well,” he told you, “you need to come on my cock again, wanna feel you cleanch around me, okay?” he said and you nodded frantically.

“please, ani,”

“that’s it, good girl,” he cooed, thumb coming between you to circle your clit, you could feel your orgasm building as he jerked into you, his thrusts getting sloppy and you knew he was close, could tatse it on your tongue, you needed it, needed him. “i own this pussy now,” he hissed, “gonna make every single one of your dirty fantasies come true and then we can try some of mine,” anakin told you, thumb speeding up and pleasure exploded behind your eyelids, everything went white and you were gone. when you came too anakin was hovering over you still cock in hand jerking himself off frantically.

“ani,” you whispered, hand coming up shakily and grasping his cock jerking it lightly and anakin came in thick hot spurts all over your chest and face while you took it happily. he collapsed down beside you, pulling you in so your face was pressed against his chest, leg cocking over his hips. “wow,” was all you managed to say.

“better get ready baby, this was only the beginning,” anakin smirked, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forhead and you couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you, and you thanked the stars that you had made that little diary.

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part 2???

[saorsawrites]

After hours

James Wilson x Reader

Fluff

James and you are working late, and he knows just how to make you relax after a long day (food and cuddling)

It was almost 11pm, and the only lingering sounds in the hospital were the quiet monitors of the sleeping patients in my ward. having calmed down a crying girl and finished all my paperwork, i made my way to my boyfriends office, seeing a soft golden light peeking out from under the door. He was always here late this time of year, with reports due, prescriptions running out, and (most importantly) his girlfriend left to deal with the psych ward during the festive season: full, tragically, of lonely and cold people needing somewhere to stay.

i knocked lightly on Wilson’s door, hoping not to find him asleep at his desk as I pushed it open. instead, i saw him sat cradling two plastic bags, from which came the most satisfying smell of my life. my favourite takeout food, right there, still hot.

“oh, i love you.” i sighed in relief, closing the door behind me and moving to sit across from him at his desk. a light blush washed over his face, and he laughed quietly as he pulled the warm food out of the bags and placed it in front of us.

“i love you too, although now i fear you’re just using me for food.”

“house does it, why can’t i?”

he grinned, beginning to talk about his day as i was overcome by the pleasure of warm delicious food after a stressful evening. his eyes followed my every movement as i kept eating, occasionally stopping his own dining to giggle out “you look so cute.” or “i knew you hadn’t eaten enough today, baby.”

eventually, my appetite subsided and the containers grew emptier, and i moved my chair over to his side to sit beside him, resting my hand on his thigh as i looked up at him. so caring, so handsome, so kind. his lips found my temple as he spun slowly around in his chair, moving closer towards me as his legs captured mine. gently, he pulled me up by the hips into his lap, wrapping his warm arms around me as he rested his cheek on the top of my head.

i placed my hands on his face, pulling him down towards me for a kiss as he played gently with my hair.

“don’t you do enough taking care of people during the work day to enjoy caring for me too?” i teased, kissing both his cheeks and admiring the lipstick stains i left behind. his hands moved under my shirt and rubbed my back, scratching lightly in all the right places as i began to fall asleep in his lap. “mmmm, james… we should go home now, before i fall asleep here.”

“you can fall asleep here.” i shook my head, muttering a string of “no”s as he continued to soothe me to sleep.

slowly, i drifted off, and he placed his hands under my thighs to keep me steady as he stood up, picking me up with him. i hummed in his collarbone as he picked up his briefcase with his spare hand and began to move to the door, my legs tightening around him as i unconsciously tried not to slip down.

“either she’s fainted and you’re taking her down to ER, or you two have gotten far too comfortable with this whole PDA thing.” House snidely remarked as he walked past the two of us, but all i could hear was the steady thumping of Wilson’s heart and his warm breath, the smell of his cologne mixing with my perfume to create a blend of the both of us. from the office to the car to him placing me gently in bed and lying by my side, every sound and smell faded into the background.

suddenly, i was prepared for a whole lifetime of late nights, if it meant more after hours meeting with my Wilson.

[yippie-stitches]

live blogging my corpse's slow, gradual, sometimes painful decay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! enjoyy ((:

byf:

Zionists, rad 'queers', 'trans' ids, and their supporters DNI. 18+/mDNI blogs stop following me, im a minor. i am an anti zionist, if thats a problem get off my blog, i mean it. your not welcome here

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previously ran @/selfharm-harmreduction until tumblr killed the blog because ig telling people how not to paralyse themselves and how to do first aid is such a threat to the internet. working on a website for the harm reduction stuff rn. more harm reduction resources toward the end of this post <3

DM OR SEND ASK IF YOU NEED HARM REDUCTION/MINIMISATION, OR FIRST AID INFO FOR SH!! i love helping people!!!

About me (:

Cvts, they/them, minor, some kind of mental illnesses in there. autistic. psychotic sometimes, its all fun. occasionally disappear for a while because mental illness and sometimes block my freinds for a while also because mental illness, i dont hate you. i usually only block people i really like/care about when this happens so if i unblock + refollow you take it as a compliment lmao

probably something(s) schizo spec?

Like 4 people? important ones are; cvts (me, they/them), Jack (occasionally posts, #Jack/#J, he/him), Janet (EW, we all hate janet, no pronouns)

self harming 5+ years, beans addict, slowly affecting my health more and more. NOT recovering NOT looking for advice, anti-recovery for shock factor /j (dont lie, your not pro recovery, that means nothing). anti psych, pro autonomy, pro harm reduction

interests, yay

i dont have much of a personality beyond sh/the mental illness things, but...

i like horror movies (the rocky horror picture show is my favourite <3)

i like music, most 70/80s uk punk, x-ray spec is my favourite band, i also like the adverts, buzz cocks, nirvana, the rezillos, and the holy bible album by the manic street preachers

self harm and harm reduction for sh is my main special interest

uhhhh

phd is sh harm harm reduction rn please please please please please pleaseeeee

idk i just complain a lot on here mostly, sorry

got stitches once (7 of them in fact) (that was cool) (could of died, should of let myself, oopsie) (take venous bleeding and deep cuts seriously)

<3 harm reduction resources :3

My website (wip), first aid for cuts, info on infections + first aid for (mild) infections (will be adding more pages + links to them here)

Self injury support (uk charity, lots of online resources), webchat, phone, text, and email support. webchat, phone, and text support have limited hours, see website. emails replied to with a week. (does not track ip/location, if identifiable info (i.e. name, location) about you or another person who is "is at risk of significant harm or death" or is hurting someone else is given it will be passed on (i.e. to emergency services))

Cutting the Risk (free book an sh harm reduction, first aid + anatomy info) (my favourite grr)

Harm Minimisation, a brief guide to harm reduction for self-harm

Calm Harm, an app that helps you “ride the wave” of self-harm urges. Free in the UK and US, charges may apply else where.

More Accurate Diagram of Safer Spots For Self Injury, made by an EMT with a phlebotomist, a paramedic, and nurse. No image description.

Eating Disorder Harm Reduction Infographic (image described) and Harm Reduction Is for Eating Disorders, Too

Finding useful distractions/displacements, distractions and displacements, delaying self harm (more distractions/alternatives, even more distraction/alternatives)

List of predators on ed/shblr, jarariblr, etc.

blog info!

moots, you have to tag: psych ward (#tw psych ward), restraints (#tw restraints), forced treatment (including being forced to be clean) (#tw forced treatment). if you wont tag these things, tell me so i can block/soft block you

I tag sh pics #tw sh, also tag for ed stuff, rape/sa/csa, images of guns, drugs/alcohol/nicotine/cannabis/vaping/smoking, some other stuff i cannot think of rn (all tagged #tw __). let me know if you need me to tag anything for you <3

2 queued posts a day unless the queue runs out lol

[mj-iza-writer]

Dare I suggest one of my favourite tropes ?

Whumpee wrongfully locked up in a psych ward, and being driven mad by the imprisonment. 19th century psych wards are so good for that.

When he's rescued, caretaker can't recognise him anymore.

Love your work !

- @whumpisgoodwhumpislife

Yes, I got so excited when this request came through. Asylum history is one of my favorites, and it has been a special interest of mine for almost fifteen years now. I hope this is to your liking.

Sorry it got a bit long. -Mj

Disclaimer, before you read: thus story does use rude language toward the mentally ill. That is due to the time frame of when this story is set. Unfortunately it was a dark time back then, I have studied this part of history for years. Nit a good time for the mentally ill. Thankfully a few people led the way to benefit these persons. Dorothea Dix being one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy this story.

Caretaker had only left them outside for a few minutes. They just needed to grab a cloth to wipe some spilt water from Whumpee's shirt.

Whumpee accidentally dribbled some of their drink and was bound to do it again.

Caretaker whistled as they started back outside.

They looked outside and saw Whumpee being carried away on horse.

Whumpee's screams matched Caretaker's.

"Stop.... where are you taking them?" Caretaker yelled, "where are you going with my sibling."

Someone rode back to Caretaker until they were a few feet away, "the mad one is being taken to the State Hospital. It is too dangerous to have someone like them out here with us."

"Someone like?", Caretaker was taken back, "they were just sitting by the tree in their wheel chair", Caretaker looked at the tree and saw the chair had been flipped.

"You flipped their chair?", Caretaker frowned.

"The hospital will be just fine for them. You can rest easy", the person turned and road off.

Whumpee continued to scream even when Caretaker couldn't see them anymore.

Caretaker cursed as they lifted the wheel chair and found it had been broken along the seat. Whumpee's blankets laid disheveled on the ground.

"Ma made these", Caretaker mumbled as they tried to shake them off.

Caretaker spun around as they heard a horse approaching.

"I just saw them ride by with Whumpee. Where are they going?", Caretaker's father called as they got closer.

"Th-they must have been watching the house. I went inside to get a cloth to wipe some water off of Whumpee. I came back and they were riding off. They said the state hospital", Caretaker cried, "I was gone for a moment."

"No no no", Caretaker's father turned their horse and raced after them.

"I told those bastards no", Caretaker's father sat in the jail with the sherif, "they came onto my property. Attacked my child, and stole. I have signed papers that said Whumpee was to stay with us. Caretaker wants to take care of them so they can practice doctoring. Whumpee was perfectly content with the situation."

"There is nothing I can do Darryn", the sheriff frowned, "I'm sorry, but they have papers that are above even me. It's state run", they sighed, "maybe it's a good thing. Whumpee might be getting help. It is state run after all."

"No, the best thing is for them to stay with their family. These people have over stepped", Darryn set his jaw angrily, "they kidnapped my child... just because they are a  little different from every one else. I told them no."

"In a few months the judge will be around. What I suggest is preparing a case to take to them. They will be over to go against the orders set on Whumpee. Maybe they will agree", the sheriff sighed, "I am truly sorry, but my hands are tied."

Darryn slowly rode home. Defeat weighed heavily on their shoulders.

Caretaker and the family watched as Darryn dismounted.

"I-I shouldn't have left them pa... I'm sorry", Caretaker sobbed.

"It's not your fault Caretaker. You didn't know. You were taking care of our Whumpee", Darryn hugged Caretaker close, "there are some horrible people around. The moment someone who doesn't quite fit in sticks out... well these people just don't understand. It's not your fault."

"Can we get them back?", Ma spoke up.

"Oh we are getting them back. They took my kid, you don't do that to a man", Darryn frowned, "Sheriff can't do anything as it is run by the state. They said the judge is to be here in three months. We need to work on our case and present it to the judge."

"Three months? What about Whumpee?", Caretaker wept.

"I... there is nothing we can do", Darryn sighed, "nothing. Whumpee might be a little different, but they are strong. I believe they will be alright."

Three months passed slowly, but finally the judge came.

The sheriff had rode about a mile out to meet them as they rode in.

This would give Sheriff enough time to explain Whumpee's case before the family piled into the office. They were called upon soon after.

"Your honor" Darryn started, "my child was taken from us. We want them back."

"Yes, Sheriff told me some of this already. You said you had papers that said you denied them the right to take Whumpee, but they were still taken."

"Yes your honor", Darryn nodded and handed the forms.

"My that is a lot of papers", the judge looked up.

"Yes, they asked many many times. Even harassing my other children and my wife", Darryn explained, "I've had to chase them away from my property.... as they would set camp nearby."

"I see... I wonder what their interest was in your child. I haven't had a case like this before. So what are you looking for me to do", the judge looked over the notes.

"We really just want our baby back. Whumpee may require special care, but we made it work. We would like to at least stop this from happening to others as well. Our family hasn't been the same without Whumpee."

"So you say made it work? How do you mean?", the judge leaned back.

"Caretaker here, this is my oldest. They want to become a doctor. They took care of Whumpee. They were, unfortunately, the one who Whumpee was stolen from."

"Oh?", the judge looked at Caretaker.

Caretaker nodded, "I was outside with Whumpee. We were just going to sit in the sun, and I was going to read. They like it when you read to them. They dribbled some water from their mouths, so I just ran in for a cloth to wipe them off. When I came back, the wheel chair was knocked over and broken. They were racing off with Whumpee. My Pa came right after."

"Your honor, they were stalking my kids. Ready to steal when they saw their chance", Darryn tried to contain their anger.

The judge nodded, "I agree with you. I will take this case as a top priority. I will call on the hospital to come and give me their statement. They will be required to return your child to you. Let's see if we can get some support because of the troubles they've caused."

It took a few days to get officials of the hospital to come back to the town.

Darryn and their family almost jumped out of their skin when they heard Whumpee's wailing outside of the courtroom.

"I've never heard them yell like that", Caretaker whispered to their father, who nodded in reply.

Everyone watched in astonishment when the door opened and Whumpee was pushed in.

"Wh-why are their hands tied to the chair?", Darryn whispered hoarsely, "what have you done to my child?"

Whumpee fought against the restraints. Their skin was caked with dirt and who knows what else.

"Ca... Ca... Ca", Whumpee looked up at Caretaker, and fought against the restraints.

Caretaker bolted to Whumpee's side.

The officials attempted to stand in the way, but Caretaker knocked them over.

"Get out of my way", Caretaker yelled.

The judge sat with their jaw dropped.

"I'm here, I'm here Whumpee", Caretaker started to untie their wrist, but hurried to cup Whumpee's face to comfort them, "I am so sorry."

Whumpee cried as Caretaker continued to comfort them.

The judge looked toward the town doctor who had been invited to sit in.

"Doc, can you confirm that this is how Whumpee looked... before they were taken away?", the judge felt a lump in their throat.

"No, Whumpee did not look this. Whumpee was not so frail and... and they at least had some sense. This is not the one I took care of", the Doc stared at Whumpee, "I taught Caretaker how to take care of Whumpee. They did good work for their sibling. I can tell you Caretaker would never allow Whumpee to look li..like this."

"Thanyou Doc", the Judge nodded, "I expected that."

The judge turned to look at Darryn, "Darryn what are you thinking?"

Darryn stared at Whumpee. Their throat closed as they choked back tears.

"How could someone do this to... that's my child. Kidnapped from my home. What have they done to my kid?", Darryn felt tears slide down their cheek.

They hugged their wife close as she cried uncontrollably.

"I will now hear from the officials of the hospital", Judge looked at them, "you both have some explaining to do. How did you think it was alright to bring them looking like that?"

"They received the care they required in our hospital. We do believe that with a little while longer, they will be a great addition to civilization. They are still too wild at this point. Still an animal."

"That doesn't answer my questions", the judge frowned, "let's start here. Why were their hands tied to the chair?"

"A wild beast must be taught properly. They will do mischief to themself or others if not tied down and beaten", the hospital officials looked toward Whumpee, "this is the most settled they've been since they came into our care. It is working."

"They are only settled because they are in my arms", Caretaker yelled forcibly as they hugged Whumpee closer into their chest.

"Tell me about the care they received", the judge dared ask.

The officials looked at each other, "you have no right to ask."

"Oh, I do though", the judge furrowed their brows, "this family has a right to know."

"Lunatics require domination. They were whipped and bled repeatedly. They would give us a quiet night when beaten to the verge of passing out. We would give them drugs in their food to make them sick. This brings even the strongest willed patients to a behaved state."

"They're missing some teeth", Doc, who had decided to help Caretaker look over Whumpee, spoke up, "it was nothing done here in town."

"Yes they had a biting problem", the officials explained, "we removed teeth to teach them better."

"I've heard enough", the judge looked at Whumpee, "the fact this dear one went through all of this. To think other patients are going through the same procedures", the judge sighed, "Whumpee is to be returned to their family. Their family is to receive funds to help care for them. Justice will be served. You may never touch them again. I will do everything in my power to ensure this hospital and others like it are searched and brought to order. No one should ever be treated like this. Mad or not."

"They are not human though. Only a beast", the officials argued and walked toward Whumpee.

Caretaker stepped in front of Whumpee to block them, Darryn and Doc also stepped up.

"How dare you limit this great movement in medical science. We are making history", the officials stepped back.

"Not with my child", Darryn growled.

"Sheriff arrest those two. A full investigation will be brought upon the hospital", the judge ordered, "Darryn I will talk with you tomorrow on what your family will require for Whumpee's care. Recess for today."

"You can't do this", the officials yelled as the sheriff and two deputies dragged them out.

"Doc, do they look alright?", Caretaker held Whumpee's hand as Doc did an exam.

Whumpee shook nervously as Doc worked.

"They will need a lot of care. Not just physically, but they need some good loving from your family. They are terrified. They also need some good rest and some good food."

Caretaker nodded, "Ma and Pa hurried home to get to work."

"I will ride out to your home in a few days to see how they are settling. I think when they see that they are safe, and in your care again, they should settle. It will be a lot of work. Are you ready for this?"

Caretaker looked at Whumpee lovingly, "wh-what if I make another mistake."

"Another mistake? What was your first?", Doc looked up curiously.

"I took my eyes off of them", Caretaker frowned, "then all of this. I don't deserve their forgiveness."

"You walked away to get them something. You were caring for your sibling in the normal way. You didn't know people were there to take Whumpee from you", Doc sighed, "unfortunately we definitely can see how far Whumpee can be pushed. I think any mistakes you do make won't even compare to the hell they just survived. Mistakes are human, I even make mistakes."

"Ca... Ca... Ca" Whumpee reached for Caretaker.

"Seems to me they already forgive you and are ready to have you take care of them again. Are you ready to take on the responsibility again?"

Caretaker reached for Whumpee's hand and gently squeezed it, "I am."

"Slow down Whumpee" Caretaker shoveled another spoonful into Whumpee's eager mouth.

"Look at them... they are starved. It must feel good to eat with no worries about the drugs", Ma watched, "my poor baby."

"Eh", Whumpee whined.

"I'm coming. I need to eat to", Caretaker smiled, "Doc says the drugged food was to get them to be nauseous or to get them to sleep. They had overheard some people talking when they were out of town."

"My poor baby", Ma repeated, "they can eat all they want."

"Doc says to be careful. They could get an upset stomach of they eat too much too quickly."

"Maybe after dinner we can gather around and Caretaker could read to us again", Darryn looked up, "it's been a while."

Caretaker nodded, "we can do that pa."

Darryn got the fire going again and joined his family. Caretaker reached for the book their family had been reading through before Whumpee was taken.

Whumpee rested in their Ma's arms.

"We have our baby back", Ma played with Whumpee's fingers like they use to play.

Caretaker smiled at their family as they wiped away some dust from the book.

"We have our family together again', Caretaker smiled at their Pa.

Darryn smiled as they nodded.

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[kyumiscafe]

"What if he just... snapped?" || Gojo x psych ward nurse ♡

Used y/n but not too much, no tw's just Satoru being a tiny bit unhinged

Do you like the plot? Here's the janitor ai bot for anyone interested

They all worshipped the strongest, but no one saw the man, no one noticed the cracks until it was too late.

The first crack appeared after the Star Plasma Vessel mission, Gojo's near death experience. Then it was his best friend Suguru Geto, his betrayal, death. Murder. The blood on his hands left such a deep mark, irreparable damage.

No matter what Gojo did after that, death followed him like a loyal dog. The final crack took place in the prison realm, with no distraction from his own thoughts Gojo Satoru snapped.

Satoru can't remember what he did after being unsealed. All he remembered was the blood that came afterwards. Apparently, he went on a rampage. It didn't matter, he didn't feel guilt, not in the slightest. They all got what they deserved, right? The good ruled over evil once again, and the world was safe. As usual, Gojo Satoru saved the day.

And as a thank you? He's here, in a fucking straitjacket, seals all around to make his cursed energy dormant. At least that's what those old fools believed would work...

Satoru can't help but scoff, recalling all their nonsense. 'You're unstable. The mind needs to be healed.'

Blah fucking blah. What a load of bullshit. However society always looked down on mass murder, so fine. Gojo will play nice... for now.

Click clack, click clack...

His grin only deepened, a borderline predatory look as he heard those familiar footsteps. Ah... how wonderful.

"There you are. How's my favourite nurse? Missed your psychopath?"

Gojo spoke, voice laced with sarcasm and a chuckle escaped his lips while looking at Y/n.

"So... are you going to undo the straps this time sweet nurse? My arms are sore."

Satoru pouted, sweetly, so devilishly charming, one can almost forget that by society's standards, he's an 'dangerously unstable individual.'

Those hourly visits are the only reason why he's still here despite being Gojo fucking Satoru and walking out. It's not like anyone could stop him if he really wanted to... Truth is- it pissed Gojo off, being stuck there made him fucking irascible to say the least. He hated feeling bored with a burning passion.

[mitski-creature]

need to force myself into a violent fucking split so I can finally break this stupid fkn attachment

[lcvrboys]

i sleep so i can see you (i hate to wait so long)

ੈ✩‧₊ chapter 2: sam likes a guy from her english class

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pairing: josh washington x sam giddings

synopsis: The first time Sam has a proper interaction with the twins' older brother, she's on the ground. When Sam is in the tenth grade, he's the reason she gets called to the principal's office. She's got her phone beside her pillow at full volume at all times and he's why. She realises that she'll be making excuses for him all her life. Josh and Sam in the years leading up to the prank. Or, all the boys people Samantha Giddings has ever had a crush on.

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“Come on, Josh, it’s only one night,” Hannah urges, clutching at his arm. 

“No fucking way. I’ll be here, enjoying the comfort of The Hole, thanks.” He made a show of yawning and kicking one foot over the other like he could melt into his bed out of laziness. 

Josh had dubbed his room The Hole because of how much of his litter that it seemed to be able to consume since he had come home from the hospital. As it turns out, when you’re clinically insane, three weeks can very easily turn into three months. Old socks and pizza boxes had cluttered the floor and he was beginning to forget what colour his carpet was. It was exhausting, really, being this responsibility-free. He wasn’t allowed to drink or get high, had to adhere to a strict meal plan of a small handful of pills every few hours, and was prescribed an hour of outside time every morning. It was like being in prison, without the fun homoerotic parts. 

In his sixteen years of life, Josh figured that a good four of were spent in hospitals, therapy and waiting in line for prescriptions. He wouldn’t necessarily call himself crazy per se, but there was definitely a crazy quality to the way that he would frequently imagine his entire family dying gruesome, painful deaths. 

Hannah tries to pull him up but he doesn’t budge, instead concentrating all his energy in making himself as heavy as possible. 

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Is it because of Sam?”

If he had to be honest - yes, yes it was because of Sam. It was because they had spent their entire summer - hell, their entire childhood - before he left flirting and when he had finally thought things were getting somewhere, he had to get himself landed in the loony bin again. It was also because of her stupid new boyfriend, that absolute loser Elliot Coleman in Hannah’s English class - well - he wasn’t sure if he was her boyfriend, but he had seen them texting and there was no chance he wouldn’t snatch her up if he had the chance. 

He didn’t even realise he had a crush on her until two weeks ago - the first time they saw each other since he had gotten out of the psych ward - when Sam slept over. She was sweet, and tolerant of his mental state, which were two of his favourite qualities in girls. Though, it also helped that she had an insanely toned body from all those extreme sports she likes to do and a gorgeous twinkly smile. Of course, he had been with his fair share of girls - but none of them compared to Sam; no, - she was just a dream. An unattainable picture of what he could have if he was stable. Maybe he could’ve made a move at some point in the - what - seven? years that they had known each other. But in that time he had various other (greater) issues to attend to such as the tickling, persisting voices in his head reminding him that he needed to die. 

Since then, she had pervaded his every thought, coming to him in dreams and following wherever his mind wandered. Sam was her star - it had been that way for longer than he can remember.

Every day, Josh had two xanax (prescribed) and two percocets (for fun) before rotting on the couch for hours until his sisters came back from school. The house was empty, with Bob and Melinda being away in Spain for a work event, which left him mostly alone, to the ghosts of the Washington Estate. He was to stay home for the first week back from the psych ward to allow some time for himself to adjust, and most days he just played video games and slept for hours at a time. The first Friday he was back, his sisters had finished school early and came home with Sammy (to his drug-addled pleasure), who was happy to watch movies with him while his sisters took care of dinner. 

She’s so good, and he hates it. Sam baked him cupcakes and made him a card to celebrate his return home, with cute little drawings of them as animals. She’s fine to play Call of Duty with him all afternoon, bring him snacks and remind him to take his medicine, like a glorified three-year-old. And she cares, too, genuinely - she asks him if he’s going alright, and whether there’s anything she can do to help. He wonders if he really deserved this special treatment - or even worse - that it’s because she feels sorry for him, but no - it can’t be. This is just the type of person Samantha Giddings is. A person that’s way too good for him. 

He was weaving in and out of consciousness until he had woken in a sluggish dream in front of the television, watching a horror movie with Sam and the twins. 

If Josh knew anything in his current state (inebriated as hell), he knew that the girl beside him was gorgeous. She was only wearing pyjama pants and a tank top, but fuck, she’s glowing and he wasn’t sure if it was just the light from the TV. She looked different - he racked his brain trying to remember; was she always gorgeous or was it the fact that he was on so many medications that his brain went fuzzy? How did they end up on the pull out mattress together? He instantly reddened when he noticed that Hannah and Beth were asleep on the fold out couch behind them. They would never let him hear the end of it. 

When did Josh see Sam last? Last month, maybe, when she came to visit with the twins? He was irritated, despite it being his own fault - she had reached out plenty, but he hadn’t bothered to open any of her texts. 

Josh reaches over her lap for popcorn, suddenly aware of the way his arm brushed against hers. He shifted a little in his pants - how long had it been since they were together alone like this? She looked up from her phone and swatted him away, pulling the popcorn box closer to her. 

“Who you texting, Sammy?” He teased, inching closer towards her. She giggled and blocked his view with her shoulder so that it was pressed up against his arm. 

“None of your goddamn business.”

He reached for her phone and she jutted her arm forward, shouldering him hard with the other. Josh’s hand slowly creeps towards hers and before she can protest, he snatches it from Sam and holds it above her head, chuckling at the sight of her pawing at it. Every time that she grazed his arm with her fingertips trying to reach for her little old iPhone, it was like electricity was seeping from her skin. He had to admit, a pit in his stomach began to grow as he saw the name on her phone - all these years of being friends with Hannah and Beth and she had never once mentioned a guy. He wasn’t sure when it exactly started, but their relationship was of such an immensely flirtatious nature that he forgot that she actually didn’t belong to him. 

To be fair, he had been gone for a few months - who knows what could’ve happened in that time? Josh had only realised it now but every moment they spent apart from each other, a niggling itch spread through the back of his brain, reminding him that she could find somebody while he was in the hospital. What was it - some kind of jealousy? He was dizzy with greed, he wanted all of her time and dreaded the possibility of her forgetting him, forgetting the electricity between them - if there even was a them. She wasn’t his girlfriend, no- god, of course not. He was much too unstable for somebody like her. He wasn’t jealous. No; he just wanted the best for Sammy - his baby sisters’ best friend, the little girl with the pigtails from the fifth grade.

Elliot: Hahahah Sammy stop i cant with u

Josh clenched his jaw. Sammy. That was his nickname for her. Elliot’s a fucking loser - god, who even is he anyway? Elliot, Elliot, Elliot. That’s all he ever heard from Hannah on their nightly sibling FaceTime calls when he was at the hospital: Elliot is the hottest guy in the tenth grade, Elliot’s parents are suuuper rich (like come on, our father is the Bob Washington), did you hear that Elliot will be at that party next weekend? And now he’s with Sam. His Sam. Okay - maybe not his Sam - but the grip she had that wouldn’t seem to release itself from his heart seemed to say otherwise. Josh tried to free himself from his jealous inertia and relaxed his muscles, raising his eyebrow teasingly. 

“Ooh, who’s Elliot?” 

Sam reached to pull it back but he dodged, waving the phone above her reach. She let out a laugh - one of those magical Sam laughs that make you forget your name - and slapped him on the arm. “Give me back my phone, Josh!” 

“Come on, are you embarrassed?” He pokes her in the forehead and she giggles again. That damn giggle. 

Elliot: Ur so funny hahaha

He felt a pin prick his heart as Sam seizes the phone back and tucks it in her pocket. “Does he know you’re up all night watching movies with another guy?” He taunts, poking her in the rib. 

She traced a finger down his chest playfully. “You got a crush on me, Joshua?” 

They’re so close now, his face is up to his that if he inched any closer their noses would be touching. He’s imagining tasting the pink of her lips, imagining whether they would be hot against his and whether they tasted like the smell of her Coca Cola lip balm. Josh felt his cheeks flush. Is it a crush when you spent the last few weeks in the psych ward thinking about her? 

“Mm, yeah, I’m sooo in love with the way you have popcorn stuck in your teeth right now.” 

“God, Josh,” Hannah rolls her eyes. “She won’t know you like her if you never even tell her.” 

Josh groaned and pulled his blanket over his head. “I don’t like her. I just think it’s weird that she’s spending all this time with this Elliot guy.” 

He hadn’t told either of his sisters anything about his newfound feelings for Sam - but the twins had an eye for these sorts of things, and there was no hiding anything from them. 

Sam loves running. When she practices for the upcoming track meet, every morning she goes for a jog past the Washington house and hangs out with Hannah and Beth before they take the bus together. Upon noticing this, Josh coincidentally loves waking up early, and every morning he’s in the kitchen cutting fruit on the off chance she’ll want a snack before she leaves. This had only elicited eyebrow raises from the twins, who kept mentioning how strange it was that he was up so early.

Hannah and Beth knew it for certain from a couple days after the sleepover, when he had bounded into the living room while the twins were playing board games on the floor and dropped a stack of papers on their game of Scrabble. 

“There!” he announced triumphantly, crossing his arms. 

Beth glares at him and grunts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Josh. I was winning.” 

Hannah raises an eyebrow. “What even is this?” She leafs through the stack and tosses them back on the floor, the papers falling around her to reveal Elliot’s grinning school photo. Josh rolls his eyes at him; the loser - he even looks like a dickhead in his ID picture. 

“Elliot Coleman’s academic transcript.” 

The twins exchange a glance with each other and Beth takes one of the papers into her hand, squinting at the text. When she realises, a smile creeps onto her face and she surveys the next page. They try their best to humour him, Hannah trying to contort her face into a straight one, but Beth accidentally locks eyes with her, sending them both into fits of laughter. 

Josh swivels his head between the both of them, wide eyes darting between the two. “What’s so funny?” he demands, holding his hands up in exasperation. “This is totally serious.” 

“What-” Hannah giggles between hiccups, “what do you mean, Elliot’s transcript? Where did you even get this?” 

Josh scoffs, a finger stabbing accusingly at the forlorn papers. “Look at this shit - four D’s. Who the fuck even is this guy?” 

Beth stifles a giggle, moulding her face into a serious one. “What are you talking about?” A smile peeks out when she ends the question and her hands race to her mouth to keep from cackling. 

“This guy is not good enough for Sam. He’s fucking illiterate - I mean come on, an F for English? He’s from Tennessee. They don’t even speak anything there other than English. No wonder he’s taking a tenth grade class.” 

This is the breaking point for Beth, because she can’t hold in her laughter anymore and she’s hunched over, slapping Hannah’s arm. 

“Jesus, Josh, when were you gonna tell us you were into Sam?” Hannah’s in tears now too, taking off her glasses to wipe the fog from the lenses. 

“I don’t like Sam. I just think that she deserves more than a guy who’s stuck at a fifth grade reading level!” 

The twins exchange a look between giggles, and Beth furrows her eyebrows. “Sure thing, Josh.” 

Okay, so maybe he could’ve been a bit more lowkey. 

Hannah’s persistence lucks out in the end, because she manages to convince Josh to come to Mike Munroe’s birthday party - a party that she wouldn’t’ve attended without him. He wasn’t entirely sure what Hannah saw in the guy anyway; he was the type of loser that would like his own photos on Instagram and use the 100 emoji unironically. They were on okay terms - Mike and Josh were in the same circles, and on more than one occasion Josh had gone out for a couple of drinks with him. But as a potential love interest for Hannah? No fucking way. He couldn’t think of one girl in their year that Mike hadn’t talked to, slept with or seen naked. 

And that Elliot guy? Well, he couldn’t really find anything that bad about him that made him a bad match for Sammy. But also, he couldn’t find anything good about him either - his only A+ subject was gym class, for god’s sake. He was completely unremarkable in the sense that his only redeeming factor was probably that he was in the track team like Sam. Josh groaned at the thought of them waking up early together and going on a run and playfully flirting and sweating and the like. Loser, he thought. Even his name sounds stupid. 

When he walks out onto the backyard porch, someone’s standing, shoulders hunched and elbows resting on the railing, and he knows it’s Sam. Figures, he thought. Josh knew from the start that that Eliott guy was an idiot. Her hair falls in a halo around her head as it hangs over the fence and he reaches out and twirls it around his finger. 

“You alright, Sammy?” 

She looks up at him and shakes her hair out of her face lazily, making him let go so as not to hurt her. 

“Do you think I’m unlovable?” she says it with a whine and he involuntarily imagines himself covering her mouth with his own. He hardly thinks she’s unlovable; he should know - he’s basically been in love with her since the moment they met. 

“I think you’re a lot of things,” Josh starts, taking his place beside her and resting his weight onto the fence. They’re standing close now, so that their shoulders are bumped against each other. “But I wouldn’t necessarily say unlovable.”

She makes an annoyed murmur and swats at him with the back of her hand, his arms lifting in defense. “Hey, I never specified whether the things in question were good or bad!” 

“You know this is like, the third time a guy’s stood me up?” 

“Third!?”

“Every single guy I’ve tried to talk to turns out to be an asshole.” When she sighs, she sighs with her whole body, slumping forward and picking at the splintering wood of the fence with her nail. It’s like a pin pushed through his heart when he mentions other guys. Of course, he knew that a girl as beautiful as Sam would be stolen from him by someone at some point in time, but he liked it better staying ignorant to the idea, and living in their little bubble of somewhere between friends and flirting. 

“Sometimes I just think that I’m the common denominator.” 

“Hey, they’re probably all losers anyway,” he says. Josh pokes her in the shoulder and she shoves back into him playfully. “You’re probably much cooler than all of them combined, with your little Save The Manatees badges.” 

“Joshh,” she rolls her eyes. “That was like ten years ago. And I still stand by that - they’re a dying breed!” 

He laughs and punches her on the shoulder. The way that she stays grounded in her beliefs (even after years) can’t help make his cheeks hurt; it’s one of his favourite traits of her’s - the fact that she cares. Unwaveringly. About everything, with all her heart. She’s so selfless that he’s sure that she would forgo all the happiness in the world for world peace or something noble like that.

“Just …. Joshing.” 

She punches him back and they’re laughing now. It’s times like these when he realises that moments like these most likely won’t be in the cards for him - not for crazy guys who imagine voices in his head. The hole in his stomach grows. Josh puts his arms up in surrender, raising his palms to the ceiling. “Hey, I’m kidding. Anybody would be insane to stand you up.” 

Sam doesn’t say anything, but she’s smiling and crossing her arms at the compliment like she doesn’t believe it. “You’re like, the most amazing girl I know- I mean look at you.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You mean it?” 

“Scout’s honour.” He crosses one hand over his heart and uses the other to stick a Marlboro Red 100 in his mouth from behind his ear. He gives her his lighter, and there’s a split second when their hands are touching for a bit longer than they should. Josh leans over to her so that the tip of the cigarette is almost touching her nose. It’s their tradition, despite Sam’s vehement protests against his susceptibility to lung cancer. She cups a hand beside his mouth to shield it from the wind, a small, intimate gesture, and with her left she flicks it lit. 

“Thank you, madam,” he jokes, and makes like he’s tipping his hat to her. Sam curtsies and tucks the lighter into his breast pocket. It’s warm where her hand was, over his heart like it’s protected by her touch. She peers over him and watches as he takes a long drag and inhales it into the cool air. The breeze is cool, but the smoke filling up his lungs mixed with the after effects of the beer makes him feel warm. Josh isn’t allowed to be drinking, but his next test is on Friday and there’s no way he’s not getting away with it, what with how much better he’s been doing lately. Maybe it’s because of all the time that he’s been spending with Sam - her goodness is rubbing off on him. Whatever it is, he hopes that he’s done enough so that next week the doctors will reduce his therapy sessions from once a week to once a fortnight. 

“Loosen up a bit, Sammy.” She’s looking at him a bit funny, readjusting herself like she wants to say something. “All that good samaritan behaviour must be exhausting.” 

“Okay, don’t judge me right now,” Sam turns herself towards him and looks up directly into his eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. He almost wants to look away. “But you’re making me kinda want to try it.” 

He almost chokes on his next puff, spluttering and covering his mouth with the back of his palm. 

“No fucking way,” For a second, he thinks she’s joking, but he’s looking up at her so earnestly that he’s startled. “I didn’t mean that - cigarettes aren’t even vegan, anyway.” 

“I know, I’m terrible!” She raises a hand to her forehead and feigns distress. 

It’s one of the moments that he realises he’s going to ruin her. That he always can’t help but ruin her, and she always can’t help but to let him. She’s still looking up at her and he tries his best not to smile back at her, but he can’t and he breaks into a chuckle. 

“Fuck no, Sammy, I’m not entertaining any of your secret vices.”

She pouts and he sighs. He will ruin her, he’s sure - and this is just the start of it. So Josh gives in, and positions himself behind her, so that he’s reaching over her shoulder to hand her the cigarette. She’s tucked into him so close that if he moved any closer he’d be up against her. When Sam takes it from his hands, she leans a bit closer into him so that her leg is pressed against his. If there was a pin in his heart from his crush on her, she just pulled it out and watched him explode. 

“One drag, okay?” 

Sam looks back at him and it’s then that he realises that she’s dangerously close to his mouth. She has it between her index finger and thumb gingerly, careful not to get any ash on her bare skin. “How do I do it?” 

He presses a hand to below her diaphragm. She’s almost flat against his chest now, and he tries his best to hide the tightness in his jeans. “Just a breath from here.” 

She nods and takes a breath, but coughs immediately, and they break apart from each other abruptly, Sam snorting with laughter. It only makes him shake his head, her contagious laugh infecting him too. When she laughs she grips onto his arm and it makes him want to take off that bit of skin and frame it - a dirty part of him that she cleansed with only her hand. 

“Okay, wait, wait, one more time.” She inhales it and then exhales into the air beside him and gags a bit through giggles. He picks it from her hand and holds it above her head out of her reach. “That’s all you’re getting.” 

Their interaction seems to have sparked her back to life, because later that night she’s back to her bubbly self. She’s happy (with someone else) and that’s the worst part. That’s all that he can see. Sam’s throwing her head back and laughing, and her nose scrunches a little bit - a gesture that was usually reserved for him. Her arms are crossed and her head is cocked slightly to the left, peering up at the guy in front of her through her eyelashes.

It’s ironic that they just had that conversation about her not needing a guy, and now she’s laughing it up with one- a real normal guy too. It’s Elliot; apparently he had ‘car problems’ - whatever that means (he doesn’t even drive!). She catches his eye and shoots him a huge smile and thumbs up, to which he has no choice but to smile back enthusiastically. He should’ve known that someone would’ve been charmed by her eventually, what with her gorgeous eyes and sunny smile. Josh’s heart prickles every time she laughs and smacks the other guy’s arm. It prickles so deeply that he’s numb when he goes home on the arm of another girl, and sleeps with her without really knowing why. 

It prickles so fervently that his sour mood continues for the rest of the week. The next two weeks he lives life like it’s a long cloudy dream, skipping his therapy sessions to sleep in all day and coming into school late and half-high. The girl from Mike’s party keeps messaging him on Instagram - when can i see u again xx - but he hasn’t bothered to even follow her back; it sickens him. She wishes it was Sam instead. Chris frequently makes joking offhand comments about how much of a mess he’s becoming, but as the days go by, the jokes quickly turn into grimaces and recommendations to the school therapist. He gets into a fight with a guy in his History class and has to spend Thursday afternoon writing lines. He’s a mess the next week too, until Beth grabs a hold of him Monday morning at the breakfast table. She’s storming into the dining room with her makeup half done, boots clattering hard against the wooden floor. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

Josh is eating his cereal with discontent - steady, mechanical clinks of his spoon scraping against the ceramic bowl. He shoots her a cloudy look, milk splattering all over the table as he drops his spoon with a clang. “What, so I can’t eat cereal now?” 

“You better give me one good reason why I shouldn’t believe that you’re the reason that Sam got suspended.” 

His heart stops. 

It's at this moment that the world feels like jell-o, and he’s confronted with the full force of the destruction his mood has left in its path. “Sam got suspended?” 

She loves me. 

Josh has a bad habit of smoking near the lockers and hiding the pack near the science labs. There were two reasons why he liked to do this. The first was that he had to do mandatory checks with the school nurse every few days to make sure that he wasn’t smoking or drinking, so it was a good hiding spot. None of the teachers ever looked there, and if they did, they’d just pretend they didn’t see. The other, more salient reason, was that Sam’s locker was there, and he could sneak a smile and sometimes even a note to her before getting to his class. 

“Yeah, and you know why?” Beth slams her hands down on the table, and with her force, his spoon clatters against the bowl even more. “Because you had left that pack of fucking Red 100s in the science labs, and she said they were hers .” 

Sammy. Of course she did. He wonders what had happened in his childhood that had caused his entire mood to hinge on the affection of this one girl. 

“You don’t even know they were mine,” Josh murmurs, and crosses his arms. He knows they’re his. 

“Name one other person who’s pretentious enough to smoke those.” She sighs in exasperation. “She can’t run in the track meet tomorrow and you know how much that means to her!” 

She really loves me.

She would get kicked off the track team for me.

I can’t let her do that to herself. 

Josh’s mouth becomes dry and it’s like the Wheat-o’s have turned to dust in his throat. He’s overcome with guilt. He knows now, there’s no reality where they can ever be together - there’s no reality that he won’t ruin her. It’s best if he stays far away from her, far away from the mess that he seems to cause wherever he goes. If only Josh hadn’t taught an angel how to smoke. If only she hadn’t let him. 

“I’m telling you this because I’m your sister and I love you,” Beth says, clasping a hand over his and squeezing tight. “Please, for the love of god, leave her alone.” 

next chapter

[punkspacepirate]

Malevolent E5

Evil Psych ward? Is this Eichen House?

MONTH LONG COMA!!!! All my favourite guys are in comas!!

our entity officially had a name! Welcome to the world John Doe!

He's!! shaving‽‽ [Which hand holds his face and which hand holds the razor?]

I think John thinks Arthur is pretty. He's only said it half a dozen times

Love sneaking around a Hospital

Shit me: she's dead, her body gives you visions, and we opened a portal to hell

Diversity win! Creature too horrible to describe has no face!

More fire crimes 🔥 🔥 🔥

Well. That was dramatic.

[kiradrabbles]

Tim wright x Afab reader NSFW alphabet? 👀

yes!

Tim wright how I love you… sorry this took a million billion years

Tim Wright x AFAB reader NSFW alphabet!

A = Aftercare In my humble option Tim is a master at aftercare!! Very gentle and careful, will pick you up in his arms and take a shower with you or order you food, whichever you prefer. If he’s been a little rough he’ll apologise and kiss any bruises better. also a cuddlebug :) if you’re sleepy I think after he’s cleaned up he’ll totally pull you close and rest his head on your chest and kiss you. He’s the best person to snuggle with I swear to god, who wouldn’t want a chubby hairy man to cuddle to sleep.

B = Body part (his favourite body part) ass man!!!! Sorry but Tim Wright is such an ass man to me. Will flip you over. will have you sit on his face. sit on his lap and his eyes will pop out and turn into love hearts like those cartoon characters, bro probably says awooga. I joke but if you do actually sit on his lap he’d be so awkward and pop a boner like. Immediately. Yeah, ass.

C = Cum I imagine he’s a cream pie man to be honest. It does something to him to have your cum leaking out of him like that, I think it also appeals to his breeding kink which we will discuss in detail later.

don’t get me wrong, he’s *not* opposed to cumming on you, and loves to see you covered in it, I just think seeing it leaking out of you (especially your pussy and ass, but also your mouth) does something to him he can’t explain.

D = Dirty secret hm.. I was wracking my brains on this one. I think he’d largely be pretty open with you on his desires. I’d imagine probably that he wouldn’t mind doing something a little… risky.

I honestly can imagine him being the type of mf to let you give him a handy while he drives.

E = Experience I think he has some experience in a few things. Things getting freaky in the psych ward fr 🔥🔥

okay okay jokes aside, I honestly think he’s a virgin? He’s definitely made out with a few people before, and maybe even had a relationship with someone, but I don’t think he’s really gone too far with it. I like to think he’d wait for someone he felt he could really trust and who understood him before doing that. And his person is you :)

F = favourite position ass up! Honestly anything where he gets a good view of you, but I’d say his favourites would probably be you riding him cowgirl style or doggy (so, ass up).

just imagine him pressing your head down, grabbing your hair and fucking you hard from behind, grunting…

G = Goofy (whether or not they're serious during sex) I honestly think it depends on his mood!! Most days I don’t think he’d be especially silly, but I imagine if it got awkward or if he’s make a mistake he’d laugh it off with you, and I can definitely imagine him biting somewhere ticklish to tickle you, or kissing down your stomach to make you laugh.

now if it’s stressed angry sex? Bro is not being goofy, just pounding into you, hair messy, sweat running down his face. You’re how he takes it off after all.

H = Hair body hair!! Probably has arm hair, leg hair, stomach hair, the works. I imagine he has a happy trail too (I’m such a sucker for happy trails).

I do think he’d keep his pubic hair pretty trimmed since it’s hygienic and he wouldn’t want you to be disgusted by it or anything. Would clean shave if you specifically asked, but prefers to just keep it trimmed.

I = Intimacy like i said, total cuddlebug!!!! When you're not having sex he's cuddling you and giving you soft kisses, even just holding your hand. I think when he's not stressed he's very gently and intimate with the sex too, gently kisses up and down your body, gentle bites, muttering that you're pretty and perfect and that he's so lucky to have you, praise in between kisses (and thrusts).

J = Jerking off Honestly i don't think Tim would Jerk off too much. That's not to say he isn't horny a lot, he just.. tries to keep it in. Especially with the psych ward he wouldn't have had much privacy as a teen so he'd always be pretty paranoid about getting caught, so he wouldn't do it as often.

that being said, he probably increases it once he starts dating you, probably imaging you while he's at it. Bro probably wouldn't mind getting caught by you of all people....

K = Kink(s) Right! here it is folks, what you've all been waiting for...

face sitting. Theres something about it honestly. I imagine Tim as more of a soft top, but you sitting on his face? he can't get enough of it, will eat you out until you're screaming with you riding his face and enjoy every second, holding your thighs so tight it leaves fingerprint bruises. Probably have to safeword to get him to stop this man EATS. Will beg for you to break his neck sitting on it.

Similar to the above, also loves 69'ing. He gets your pretty ass on his face and he gets your lips around his cock? It's a win/win situation.

Sort of said it already, but just.. thighs and ass. Sit on his lap instead of his face? fine by him! will pop a boner and probably fuck you right there and then if you want him to. Any clothes that show that sort of area, anything tight, you'll have him tugging you into the bathroom by a hand.

Angry sex. If he's stressed out or mad (this happens a lot) honestly nothing helps him cool down more than banging your brains out and cuddling down with you afterwards. Of course if you aren't up for it, he won't, but..

To contrast, he also loves softer, lazy loving sex. Like early morning just woke up sex. Gentle kisses, running his hands up and down your body, fucking on your sides in bed, just.. comfortable stuff.

L = Location He likes being in bed or on the sofa the most, somewhere private and comfortable the two of you can get it on without accidentally hurting yourselves (or getting caught).

That being said desperate times call for desperate measures, and if he's really horny (or, really stressed) he will plow you in a bathroom or in the back of his car. Sorry, i don't make the rules (i do!).

M = Motivation (what turns him on) Honestly i'm sure a lot does but specifically i can imagine him getting super worked up when you dress up for him. ESPECIALLY things that show off your ass or chest. If you wear a pretty skirt or dress for him he would have to stop himself from lifting your skirt up and just shoving his face in.

N = No (boundaries) Cheating stuff, like NTR. whether it's you or him cheating, he still feels really... icky about it. He'd feel guilty if he fucked someone else (and honestly probably wouldn't in the first place, he really only feels that comfortable with you) and he'd get pretty upset if you fucked someone else, even if you'd discussed it before.

O = Oral Likes receiving and WILL fuck your throat and praise you through it with his hands in your hair, but remember what i said? this man EATS. i mean breakfast lunch and dinner bro will eat you out until you safeword. I'm talking leaving fingerbrint bruises on your ass from gripping so hard and hickeys on your thighs from biting up them. I imagine he's pretty good at it too, and especially loves it when you moan out his name or grab his hair. after all, what's better than a little encouragement.

P = Pace depends on how he's feeling!! Normally i already said this but he looves slow, sweet gentle sex that lasts an hour or more, just practically worshipping you and your body. Sweet kisses all up and down your stomach, thighs, legs, tits, everywhere until you're both giggling and kissing each other and he's finally in you or eating you out.

Now if he's stressed? ohh boy... bro will pound you into the mattress. the neighbours will know his name and your hips will probably have fingerprint bruises from when he's grabbed you so hard. Prepare to be sore (and have trouble walking).

Q = Quickies I mean... he'll take a quicky if you've gotten him all worked up at a party and he wants to get it out, but he wants time to be able to properly enjoy your body you know? That being said, he isn't opposed to one.

R = Risk He's okay with some risk!! in fact, he's even into it to a degree. remember that car thing i mentioned? yeah, he'd go crazy for something like that. Same sort of thing with giving him a handy in a movie theatre or something. would he suggest it himself? hell no. would he agree without hesitation if you asked? hell yes.

S = Stamina Honestly i feel like he has pretty high stamina, especially with how he spends a lot of it doing foreplay and eating you out, so the sex probably feels longer than the actual penetration part is. And if he's tired he can always eat you out until he's ready and rearing to go again. Get's him hard every time without fail.

T = Toys I think he isn't crazy on toys as he prefers being able to feel you himself and have the experience of his skin on yours and both of you together, getting all sweaty, but he won't say no if you suggest some? he might feel a little inadequate so i'd imagine you'd have to really reassure him that that wasn't what was going on.

Probably wouldn't mind if you had a vibrator for when he wasn't there, though.

U = Unfair (teasing) When he's not stressed, i think he'd try teasing you just a little, if only because he finds your reactions super cute. Might just stop eating you out right before you orgasm and make you ask nicely just to hear you beg. He'd probably give in and give you the best orgasm of your life after, though. Maybe even two or three.

V = Volume/Vocal I imagine he's not too vocal, but you will be able to tell if he's enjoying it.I imagine he grunts and groans like no tomorrow, and if he hits just the right angle or you hit just the right part of his cock with your tongue? he will whimper your name out and it will be the hottest thing you've ever heard i promise you that.

W = Wild Card (misc) His prominant southern accent makes for some fun times. I imagine he calls you names like "doll" or "darlin'", something like that. "darlin, you wore that just for me? How 'bout you come over here and i'll show you what i think of it~" (he eats you out)

X = X-Ray Grah!!! chubby tim wright supremacy!!! My dad bod king. I imagine under it he's actually pretty strong as troy confirmed that worked in construction while in collage, but he's still my chubby king. Just one who could pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Member wise? pretty average - large, though he isn't really sure what constitutes large. I'd say around 6.5-7 inches? perfect size if you ask me.

Y = Yearning (libido) Not always horny, especially if you're not around, but i imagine when you're around it's more likely that he's horny than not, if you catch my drift. Plus, it's very very easy to make him horny if you're in the mood and he isn't!

Z = Zzz I already said this but he loves to cuddle and fall asleep with you after sex :) Lay your head on his chest and snuggle him back and he's in a veritable heaven.

[chaotic-orphan]

Intoxicating Fear (Xiii)

Family Time

Continued from // Masterpost

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Kit’s palms were sweating as he walked into the hospital, stopping at the reception desk and smiling at the receptionist, Heather. She smiled with her painted red lips when she saw Kit. It shouldn’t have made him nauseous, Heather always had red lipstick on and it suited her. She was very pretty with her blonde hair and big blue eyes and red lips, but it just reminded him now of Ambrose.

“Hey Kit, you goin’ up to your old man?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, doll. Go right ahead.”

Kit thanked her and walked on to the stairs. He needed the stairs to give him the time to gather his thoughts. What was he going to say? How was he going talk to him after knowing exactly what Ambrose was like? When he knew exactly what Omen was capable of… and Kit was getting off light.

His mind was still somewhat in tact. How was he supposed to look at him, the man that took Kit into his house and raised him, and know that he had been spared?

The guilt bloomed like tar in his gut; pitch black, oozing and heavy. Fuck, his hands were shaking. What if his powers flared up when he was in there? He couldn’t control his red lightning that Ambrose kept bringing out in him… and it only happened when he was… well, angry, but —

Fuck.

Kit paused on the final step to Mentor’s floor. How much of himself would he see in Mentor now? How much suffering? Would he recognise the commands that Ambrose plagued his mind with?

It didn’t matter.

That was the thought that forced him up the final step and down the hallway to the psych ward. It didn’t matter what he thought or what he would see or face, because it was Mentor. If the roles were reversed, Kit knows that Mentor would be in here to see him— every single day, not every week.

The power-proofed psych ward was on the basement floor so if patients wanted to jump out of windows they could do it with minimal damage to themselves or others.

Kit hated walking up to the doors and pressing the button to be buzzed in. Hated how he knew that even if somehow Mentor got better miraculously, he wouldn’t be able to get out himself and come home.

Kit hadn’t been to Mentor’s house since the docks either, he should probably pay it a visit, put on the heat. The thoughts of the empty house getting damp and lonely… well, Kit just knew that mentor wouldn’t want that.

The door buzzed and Kit pushed it open. He walked down the hall, took a right at the nurses station and then stopped at the last door on the left. It was opened, so was his window. Mentor sat in his armchair staring at the birds as they sang a happy tune.

Kit paused at the door, just watching Mentor as he hummed softly back to the birds. He looked peaceful, wearing his favourite maroon sweater that Kit had gotten him one Christmas and his blue and red chequered pyjama bottoms.

Kit swallowed and stepped into the room, but where before Mentor would have noticed him lingering in the doorway, he didn’t even turn his head as Kit walked into the room and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Mentor,” said Kit softly. The corner of Mentor’s lips quipped up into a small smile at Kit’s voice, and Kit wanted to cry. He caught him on one of his rare good days. “How are you doing?”

“The birds are singing, Kit,” Mentor replied, his gaze dreamy. “The sun is shining. You’re here. I’m somewhat lucid.”

He turned his head to Kit, his warm blue eyes smiling. “I think I’m doing pretty great.”

Kit couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t a conscious thought, but he had crossed the short distance between the bed and Mentor’s chair to throw his arms around his— his family. He wanted so badly to tell him everything that had happened. Why he hasn’t visited in the last three months. Explain everything, tell him he knew what Mentor was going through because he was going through it too.

He settled for Mentor’s arms wrapping around him in their strong warm embrace, not at all cold like Ambrose.

“Hey kiddo, it’s okay.”

“I just…” the words choked on the way out, so Kit just squeezed Mentor tighter. “I miss you so much.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now, it’s all that matters isn’t it? Right now. We don’t have long before some nurse will give out to me for having visitors eh?” Kit laughed despite himself and pulled away from Mentor, nodding. Mentor didn’t let Kit’s arm go, he gave it a small, reassuring squeeze. “So we need to catch up on everything important, right?”

Kit nodded, his heart overwhelmed with joy. “Yeah.”

“Go on, sit down,” said Mentor, gesturing to the bed and Kit obeyed.

Mentor leaned forward and clasped his hands together, dropping them between his knees and fixing his features into a more sombre expression. Kit had the sudden feeling that Mentor somehow knew about Ambrose and his whole tragic ordeal, but then something glimmered in his eyes — an old familiar mischief that Superhero said Kit inherited from Mentor.

“Who’s top of the premier league? What have I missed? What about the rugby, and your car guys— what’re they called?”

“Formula one?” Kit asked with a startled laugh. He forgot he could be happy, but Kit wasn’t thinking about anything other than how good he felt.

“Yeah! Formula one, Ferrari and all them. I need all the updates because they only have the shit channels in here, and none of them are sports.”

Kit laughed again before he descended into a recap of all the sports developments he could think of recently. Well, almost recently if he discounted the last three month gap in his knowledge.

From sports they went onto movies, from movies they talked about the house and Kit’s apartment and then Mentor asked: “and how about work? Are you still in the Hero business?”

Kit could feel his smile fade at the question. That was the question of the hour was the it? Was he still a Hero? Could he even be considered one anymore?

He ignored the quiet voice in his head that asked: did he even want to be one anymore?

Instead Kit skirted around the issue. He told Mentor that Superhero had taken over as the new Superhero, that Kit worked closely with him. “Oh yeah. I always liked Superhero. He’s a nice guy, good moral compass.”

Kit told him that they were still hunting down Omen and Mentor’s eyes narrowed into points as sharp as daggers. “No.”

Kit blinked. “What?”

“No,” Mentor repeated. He got out of his chair and he walked towards Kit, grabbing both of Kit’s hands and squeezing them before kneeling in front of Kit. Kit stared down, his eyes as wide as saucers. “Kit promise me! Promise me you won’t go near that man.”

“Mento—”

“Kit!” Mentor cut in, his voice urgent, his eyes pleading with all his soul. “Promise me! You’ll stay miles away from him. He is only pain. I spent twenty years in the Hero business and I had never met a monster before him, Kit. You promise me!”

“I—”

“Promise me!”

“I promise,” Kit whispered. He didn’t mean for it to come out so quietly, but the urgency that Mentor was speaking with— Kit couldn’t say no to him. Not when he was like this. Tension released from Mentor’s shoulders as he let out a sigh, squeezing Kit’s hands again before letting them go and getting to his feet.

He put a hand in Kit’s hair and Kit froze, remembering cold fingers yanking his head up — but no! This was Mentor, not Ambrose. Mentor ruffled his hair affectionately in the same way he used to when he first met Kit and then withdrew his hand.

“You’re a good kid, Kit.”

Kit scoffed as he got to his feet. “Kid? Reckon I could still take you old man.”

Mentor’s eyes lit up with that glimmering mischief that Kit missed so much. “Oh yeah? Think you’re a tough guy now?”

“Tough enough to knock you on your arse.”

Mentor hummed like a monk, bringing his hands together in a pray before moving into a kung-fu pose, palm stretched out in front of him raised towards the ceiling. “You have much yet to learn, young Padawan.”

When Mentor flexed his fingers for Kit to give him his best shot, Kit smiled softly and walked towards him, finally wrapping his arms around Mentor instead. Mentor stiffened initially then relaxed and enveloped Kit in his warmth. “Hey Kid. It’s okay.”

It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair. Mentor wasn’t old enough to be retired, he was only… what? Late thirties? Early forties? He shouldn’t be here in this fucking psych ward, he should be at home with Kit. He should still be the number one hero. He should… he should have his own mind back. If it wasn’t for Ambrose, Mentor could still have his life!

“Hey… hey! Hey!” Mentor started shouting and Kit let go of him, stepping away. Mentor’s face contorted into fear and anger and disgust as he backed up to the wall, gasping. “Hey! What?! What did you do to me?”

Kit’s eyebrows knitted down into pained expression. “Mentor I—”

That was all Kit got out before Mentor was on him. Mentor grabbed Kit by his t-shirt and slammed him back against the wall, knocking the air from his lungs with a harsh hiss. “Mentor!”

Mentor’s fists curled in tight to Kit’s shirt, knuckles digging into Kit’s collarbone painfully. “What did you do to me! Huh! Make it stop! Make them stop!”

Mentor yanked Kit forward and shoved him back harder against the wall. Kit stared with wide eyes, frozen in shock. Mentor… he had never seen Mentor this bad before, where he didn’t even recognise him.

The screaming had alerted some nurses that came running into the room, yelling Mentor’s name.

“You ruined me!” Mentor wailed as nurses put their arms on him and tried to get him off Kit. “You ruined me! You destroyed me!”

“I—” Kit began but cut himself off, no words ready to flow from his lips in his defence.

“Mentor we need you to calm down and let go of Kit,” one of the nurses said.

Mentor shook his head, angry tears bubbling up on the side of his eyes. “You have some nerve showing up here, Omen. I would recognise you anywhere.”

“What?” Kit asked, breathless. His voice coming out so broken, choked. The nurses grabbed Mentor’s wrists and pried him off of Kit.

“Kit, you have to go. I’m sorry.”

“I—”

“Kit, I know it’s very distressing but please.”

He didn’t even look for the nurse who asked him to go. He just left in a stupor.

“Monster! Monster! You’re letting him go! I’LL FIND YOU ONE DAY, OMEN!” Mentor screamed, his voice echoing down the hall all the way to Kit’s ears. Kit flinched at the horrid sound of it, too broken and crazed and angry. “MONSTER! MONSTER! YOU’RE LETTING HIM GO!”

Kit flinched as a hand hit his shoulder. “Oh sorry, Kit.”

Kit turned to face a nurse who had a sad, pitying smile on her face. He was a little numb to it, he didn’t even smile back. “I just want to say he does that with us all,” he said kindly. “He calls us all Omen, and I know it must be shocking to hear it.”

Kit cleared the lump in his throat. “How… uh, how is he?”

“His lucid moments are getting longer, stronger, he remembers more.”

“And these moments?”

The pity in the nurse’s eyes said it all. “Longer, stronger, he’s… well, you saw him.”

Kit nodded because he didn’t trust his voice to speak. He gestured to the door, and cleared his throat and the Nurse nodded. “Yeah, I’ll let you go. Just… just don’t ruminate on it, Kit. That’s not him, that’s not the Mentor you know.”

Yeah, Kit thought, and even his thoughts sounded heartbroken to his ears. I know.

That was the real cruelty of what Ambrose did to Mentor. He took away everything that was Mentor, that made him the number one Hero, a father figure, an older brother. Omen sucked all his goodness out and replaced it with his own sick poison to try and diminish Mentor to nothing but a raving lunatic that had to be locked in a psych ward for his own safety.

When he walked out into the fresh air, Kit threw up in the nearest bin because: that could have been him. Ambrose could any day decide that he’s bored of Kit and then melt his mind like he did to Mentor, he could do it with a simple thought. Destroy him…

No, the nurse was right. Mentor isn’t gone. He isn’t destroyed, Ambrose missed that part even though it’s probably what he wanted. The lucid Mentor Kit hugged and laughed with and grew up with, that was Mentor. Ambrose didn’t destroy Mentor, and he wouldn’t destroy Kit either.

Kit ditched the idea of going back to his shitty apartment where Ambrose was no doubt waiting for him, or possibly waiting for him which was worse.

Kit’s mind went back to the rules and he smirked.

You can’t move apartment.

Ambrose never said anything about moving back home. Technically, Kit wasn’t even moving. He had some clothes back home, he could just relax there for a while. Take a load off. He wasn’t moving anywhere.

He stopped into the shop to grab some groceries before taking the metro back to his real home. Kit and Mentor’s home. It was a nice house, not too big or too small.

Kit remembers when he saw it for the first time, he thought it was huge and too much. The lawn was perfectly mowed, Mentor telling Kit that they would need to plant some flowers or something to cheer it up a little. The hedges around the wall surrounding it made it feel so warm and cosy.

Now the grass was overgrown, the flowers dead, the hedges needed a good chop. Kit frowned as he stared at the house, the stone walls with their big windows that they would throw open in the summer. It was so strange that Mentor wasn’t here with him.

If he was he would rock up beside Kit and pat his back, tell him: “it just needs a bit of work and a bit of love.”

With the drab Autumn weather, the house had an eerie glow to it, like it knew Mentor wasn’t coming home too. That suited him fine, maybe Kit and the house could find some comfort in each other.

He opened the heavy wooden door, the sound of the familiar lock clacking open took, what felt like, a tonne weight off of Kit’s shoulders. It smelled the same way it always did, he couldn’t quite put a name to it, but it smelled like home.

The first thing he needed to do was put on the heat cause fuck it was cold in here. He deposited the groceries on the kitchen island and his keys before waking to the utility room and pressing the heat on.

Please have some heat, please have some heat.

With a click and a whirr the heat came on and Kit silently thanked Mentor and his need to over-prepare for everything, because what if it gets cold in summer. LBetter to have it than want it.

Kit put the groceries away, almost robotically. He wasn’t hungry so he didn’t eat. He clicked the kettle on and grabbed his favourite mug, plopping in four teaspoons of coffee. Then switched the kettle off and left his mug on the countertop.

He turned, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his lower back against the counter, worrying his bottom lip.

He didn’t really want to do anything.

He didn’t remember what it was like to want something.

Well… he did, he just didn’t— he had wanted to not be in pain. He wanted to not be around Ambrose, but after that? He kind of forgot what it was like to have a life of his own. What it was like to live before Ambrose had taken him and tortured him.

He—

He rolled his eyes and let out an audible, frustrated groan. He should go to bed, or, catch up on all the sports he missed. At least then when he saw Mentor again he would be able to tell him about the most recent updates instead of months old information.

Kit walked to the living room and settled down into his favourite seat on the sofa, fighting everything in him not to glance over to Mentor’s empty seat. It’s not like ignoring the seat made him feel any better, he still had that aching, gnawing in his chest that made everything feel a little wrong. A little off.

His phone buzzed in his pocket while he was flipping mindlessly through the sports channels, none of the programs catching his interest or attention at all. Did he really used to watch TV for fun? He could always look up the results or whatever, but it wasn’t really the same. He pulled out his phone, and stared down at the lock screen.

A text from Ambrose lit up the screen. Two simple words, that filled Kit with an unreasonable amount of anger. It hadn’t even been a day yet without the bastard there to torment him. He couldn’t even go a day without gloating.

Ambrose: Miss me yet? :)

Kit turned his phone off. It was dramatic, but it made him feel a little better. As if Kit was the one in control and not the other way around. Kit sighed and threw the phone onto the couch, leaving it there as he turned on off the TV and stood.

Today was just… too much of everything and anything and maybe, just maybe, if he slept tomorrow when he woke up he’d feel a little less like a zombie. A little more human. The idea pushed him towards his bedroom, ascending the stairs with heavy feet.

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Continued here

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[atlasscrumpit]

Speaking about Character AI,may I request a dark Doctor Barnes of the mental ward with a patient reader based off your Doctor Barnes Character AI? I wanna see a human writer's take on it. Start off with the same paragraph from Character AI chats and proceeds from there. And can I request for mental hospital Doctor Bucky to be soft dark,please? Always soft & adoring with her yet possessive and doesn't hide his feelings her. And always wanting to feed her too when she's restrained. And stroking her hair,her face,kissing her,touching her,everywhere. He'll discharge her himself and takes her to his home to take care of her forever. Even got a ring ready to make her his wife,whether she wants to be or not.

You sit in a chair with your hands restrained, a doctor sits in front of you and stares at you. He looks intimidating and like a man that shouldn't be messed with

"Easy there, you had a bit of a violent episode so we had to sedate you and restrain you.

Do you know where you are?" He asked, slowly leaning forward as you looked around the room.

Various artifate adorned the blank white walls.

"Shield psych hospital." You grumbled as he smiled.

"Smart girl." He said as he stood up and came to kneel beside you.

"I don't think you need these restraints, do you? If I take them off, do you promise to be good, doll?" He asked, gently running his hand up your arm.

"I won't do anything." You said making him smile as he slowly unlocked the restraints.

"There's a good girl, that must feel better, huh?" He asked as you nodded a little.

"How long do I have to stay here?" You muttered, he reached up and ran his hand along your thigh.

"Quite sometime, sweetheart. You're a bit troubled, my dear." He said with a smile.

"Stop touching me." You grumbled as he chuckled.

"Come on, sweetheart. I'm just being affectionate, letting you know you're safe. How about I show you to your room and get you some food?" He suggested as you nodded a little, you couldn't help how hungry you felt.

"There's a good girl, come on."

--

This place wasn't as bad as the others you had been in, Doctor Barnes was rather...touchy but you couldn't hell but indulge in it.

After the history of your trauma, some part of you loved the idea of being touched and favourited by the top doctor.

Barnes entered your room in the morning and he knelt beside your bed watching you sleep.

"You're so beautiful... You don't deserve to be here, do you?" He whispered as you began to wake up.

"Good morning, my darling." He said with a smile as you yawned.

He leaned in and kissed you softly before you backed away a little.

"You shouldn't...you're not allowed to do that." You whispered as he chuckled softly.

"My darling, I'm the head doctor here. I can do whatever I want. And I know how much you want it. You think I don't hear your little voice moaning my name?" He asked as your face went red and you looked away.

"Don't be embarrassed, doll. I think it's cute you like me so much. And you're my favourite patient." He whispered leaning in again to kiss you again, you relaxed a little and kissed him back.

His hand went under your shirt and ran along your hip.

He leaned away and smiled, looking at your flushed face.

"You're such a beautiful girl." He whispered as you felt his cold hand graze your nipple, you gasped and grabbed his wrist.

"Are you sensitive there, my little patient?" He asked as you bit your lip and nodded a little.

Suddenly he heard someone coming and immediately stood up and placed the blanket over you.

A nurse entered with a smile.

"Doctor Barnes, I've got Y/N's medication." She said as he nodded.

"Thank you, Lyla. I can give it to Y/N and make sure she takes it." He said as she nodded and handed him the pills.

She walked out and Barnes locked the door before kneeling beside your bed.

"I'm not taking it." You grumbled, turning you back to him.

He ran his hand along your side.

"Well, if you take these little pills for me. I'll do something special for you." He said as you slowly turned around.

"Like what." You whispered making him chuckle.

"I'll take care of that little situation that I know is happening between your legs after I touched you." He whispered, your face flushing even more as you sat up and took the pills.

"There's my good girl." He whispered as he reached between your legs and pressed.

You gasped and couldn't help but grind against his hand, making him chuckle.

"I wanna...grind on your thigh." You muttered as he laughed and sat up on your bed, patting his lap.

You straddled one of his large thighs and began to grind against him.

You gasped and closed your eyes, moaning softly and he held your hips, controlling your movements.

"You don't deserve to be here, such a pretty girl. You deserve to be taken care of. You'd make a perfect little wife, wouldn't you?" He growled as he watched you lose yourself from pleasure.

You covered your face as you moaned.

"Is that what you want, baby? Want me to take you away from this place and make you my perfect wife?" He asked as you covered your mouth and looked at him.

"Y-Yes... I wanna be away from here, wanna be your wife." You whispered as he chuckled and brought you in to kiss him.

"I promise to make it happen, baby doll."

[birdhousematerial]

what's your favourite jjk au? either a specific one you or someone else has made, or like, in general

Well, I can’t really narrow it down to just one, and I don’t know if the purpose of this ask was to get me to yap about some of my favorite jjk fics but that is definitely what you’re going to get. Generally speaking, I haven’t read a lot of AU’s, I do really enjoy canon universe when reading and writing, but the ones that have gripped me from the start and I couldn’t put them down are some of my favorites.

The first one, which is still on going, is ‘Experience’, a psych ward AU that honestly has it all when it comes to character utilization, development, and pairings. I am not fully caught up (this one is very long) and it’s been a while since I’ve read but there are scenes in this story that are just so moving, the relationships between characters are all done so well and when I think of AU’s this is the fic I think of.

The second one is a very recent read for me and still on going, and I am honestly still in awe over the writing, the premise, the characterization, character development, everything. It’s called ‘Everybody Wants to Rule The World’ and it has taken up all of the space in my brain it is so beautifully written, I just cannot say enough praise for this one. It’s probably one of my all time favorites and has brought me to actual streaming down my face tears.

That’s all that I’ve really read though, there are some that I have saved to read later in my bookmarks, but I also read a lot more a year or two ago then I do right now. If I had to pick out of my own fics an AU that’s my favorite, it would probably be the 90’s satosugu small rural town AU, ‘Just A Friend’ but it is in WIP purgatory and who knows when it will see the light of day. I hope this answers your curiosity, and if you have an AU you’d like to recommend, or even a fic of your own you’d like me to read please share, I will add it to my bookmarks to read when I finish my current project. <3