#I need to lay in bed for a couple of hours at minimum

[will80sbyers]

my colleagues are always going out drinking after work like where do you even find the energy

[silentcryracha]

1k special love week: 1. Bang chan

Pairing: bang chan x reader

Context: part one of eight for my Special Love Week in celebration of 1k followers (🤍). Drabble based on 3 prompts which are 'loves when + kink + sex position'.

Warnings: 18+ only, very minimum buildup, it's 99% smut, one shot, see prompts, fingering (f receiving), intercourse p in v, non protected (but they're married), talk of cum & its consequences (breeding kink hello?), pet names (baby, my love) , a couple uses of the word daddy

Word count: 2.4k

Prompts: Bang Chan loves when you get needy + Dom/sub & Breeding Kink + missionary (+variations)

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

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Chan loves it when you're needy. Anytime, really. It may be sexual but it also can not be. Being needed is a love language to him. He loves to help, to be the person you go to when you need something. May be something silly like moving a piece of furniture (strenght kink hello?), something more serious like an advice.

Of course he's into it because he cares about you and he loves you, but let's be honest here, it also does feed his ego in some way. That especially comes into play when this neediness is paired with horniness. Then it's over, for both you and him.

You know he likes to be more dominant most of the times, but even then, at the end of the day, it's really you who has him wrapped around your finger.

"Channie are you busy?" you ask, maybe even with a slightly exaggerated whiny voice.

He turns his head a bit to look at you from his seat at the living room table where he'd been working on his laptop for hours.

"Kind of, why baby?" he answered back, promptly welcoming you with one arm as you walked up to him.

"I was wondering if you could give me a massage?" he smirked , squeezing the flesh of your waist sightly.

"Just out of the blue?"

"Actually I think I strained by back a bit from cleaning today" you chuckled, but his smiled dropped so fast it was almost comical. A mixture of worry and annoyance taking its place.

"Did you move the couch by yourself again?" he scolded, standing up and quickly closing the laptop's screen simultaneously. "You hurt yourself last time too. I told you to call me if you needed help"

His tone was becoming a bit intimidating, but you knew he just wanted to help, and especially for you not to get hurt.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, putting your doe eyes on to try and sweet talk yourself out of it.

"I didn't 'hurt' myself! I just got tired, alright? It happens" you shrugged, but you could tell he wasn't happy.

"It happens but if you did as i told you and asked me for help, it wouldn't have" he responded, then added "Now go lay down, I'm gonna get some aloe."

That's when dom/sub dynamic jumps out. When Chan gets annoyed, fake or to play, you automatically obey. It would be a lie to say that you didn't know where this whole situation was gonna go the second you started it.

"Yes" you tried your best to suppress a smile as you walked in your shared bedroom, turning on the warm colored night light.

Then you laid on the bed on your belly, arms hugging the pillow on which your head rested.

A couple of minutes later Chan walked in the room. You didn't quite see him, as your face was turned the opposite way, but you felt him climbing on the bed, straddling your legs.

"Take the sweater off, or it's gonna get sticky" he says. You get up enough to comply, placing it on your breasts, then laying back down.

"Warm it up a bit, please" you asked softly, knowing that the aloe was going to be super cool against your warm skin. It was the chilly autumn season, after all.

"Yeah" he reassured. You heard the sound of the bottle popping open and close, then being discarded to the side.

"I'll try my best" he spoke again, rubbing his palms together to warm up the gel, "But you didn't listen and hurt yourself, so you gotta handle a bit of cold. It'll feel better." His tone was pretty neutral, but the scolding was clear.

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?"

"Do you want the massage or not?" He stopped his movements. You sighed.

"Sorry"

"That's more like it" it was subtle, but you knew him well enough to know he had a stupid smirk on his face. Unfortunately, you were so down bad, that it turned you on even more.

Suddenly his hands touched the skin of your shoulder blades, making you gasp a bit.

"Are they too cold, still?"

"No, it's good. I was just surprised" you chuckled. At that point he started the actual massage, skillfully using his thumbs and other fingers to put pressure.

"Relax, alright? Just tell me if it hurts" you nodded at the best of your abilities due to your position, without replying.

Chan kept working, starting from your upper back, then going back and forth between places. You were in fact so relaxed, your eyelids were almost falling shut. Until he got to your shoulders, which got you instantly back to earth, hissing.

"Tough spot?" He asked. You hummed in agreement, making the pressure of his fingers slightly less forceful but still going.

"I can tell" he paused, "How about here?" he moved his thumbs up, at the nape of your neck.

"Mmh, yes. Feels really good" you answered, feeling almost floaty. So much that you involuntarily started sighing softly.

"Does my baby feel better?" His buttery voice, just a tad bit condescending, sparked something in your stomach.

"Uh uh" he chuckled, now using his palms to caress you, all up and down your back, waist, sides.

"Good. 'Cause the gel is completely dry." And despite that, his movements didn't stop. They just changed the intention.

He lightly traced the tip of his fingers around, giving your goosebumps and sometimes eliciting a small giggle because of tickling.

"Are you sleepy?" He asked sweetly. You shook your head no, looking back at him. He was smiling, but his gaze sharpened as he looked at your face.

"Yes, you are" he teased. You tried to hide a cheeky smile, shaking your head again. You were just trying to be childish, shaking your whole body along with your head.

But your cute butt shaking like that right in front of his eyes and dangerously close to his crotch, kind of sealed the deal. He looked down, then back up at you.

Then, suddenly, slap!

You yelped in surprise as both of his hands came down to slap your ass. He laughed.

"No? Show me, then." He challenged. You didn't need to be told twice.

You managed to roll over on your back, with him still hovering over you. His eyes immediately went to your bare tits, but you didn't let him enjoy the view as you pulled him down towards you by his hoodie.

You started kissing, quite passionately right from the get go. But as much as Chan liked to make out, he wanted to get comfortable.

So he paused, taking off his hoodie quickly, as well as his tracksuit pants and boxers, all in one go. In the meantime, you also discarded your sweater, then taking off your own pants and panties.

When finally you were both naked, you immediately went back to kissing. Chan wrapped one arm around your torso, pulling you towards him, as he worked to get the sheets over you two.

You gave him a questioning look at first, not immediately understanding what he was doing.

"You got goosebumps all over" he explained, also getting between your legs.

"Thank you baby" you mumbled, kissing him again sweetly.

You spent several minutes humping each other and making out, with a little biting and sucking, both probably more tired than you cared to admit.

You properly started to lose it when Chan grabbed himself and slid the head of dick around your drenched pussy, including your sensitive clit.

"C-channie please" your finger pads pressed into his shoulders hard as you whined.

"Please, what?" He replied, voice low, eyes glassy and fixated on yours. Lips plump and slightly agape.

A few strands of his hair had started to get damp and stick to his forehead from the head of your bodies, the adrenaline, and probably also because of the heavy duvet.

He looked so fucking good, enough to make you go stupid.

"Please get inside me" you chocked out, "I need it so bad, please baby" desperation dripping from your words.

"Where does my baby need me? Here?" Two of his fingers slid right in your pussy, no resistance whatsoever by how completely wet you were all over.

You whined a bit, trying to get him closer with your arms.

"N-not enough" you sobbed, "I need your cock, please baby, please"

"Since my love asks so nicely..." He leaned down, placing his plush lips on yours in a sweet kiss, distracting you from the moment in which he actually did enter you.

You both sighed and moaned, in ecstasy. You both liked to get freaky, even a bit rough. But missionary, and all its variations to be honest, were your favorites.

In that position he was dominant, in charge of the work. And you were laying there, needy and desperate, like he wanted you. Not to mention the easy accessibility to your tits, waist, legs, ass.

But let's be real, the actual reason why you both loved that position so much it's because it's intense. Romantic, passionate, creates a close connection, and you have each other's faces right there to kiss. What's better than that?

Maybe the fact that he can go deep...like really deep. Especially when he gets into it and puts your legs over his shoulders, or just keeps them spread at his sides.

Not to mention...that the position itself adds greatly to Chan's whole (and obvious) breeding kink. Just the thought of him spilling his seed inside you, and possibly keeping it there as long as possible, just gets him gone.

Chan was keeping his hands on the side of your face as he went back and forth, inside you, at a fast and rough pace.

His mouth alternated in between giving you kisses and spurring you on with his dirty talk.

"How do you feel, my love?" He panted, "Does your Channie's cock make you feel good?" His voice was so erotic and full of tease, it drove you crazy.

"Mmh- y-yes...'so good daddy" you were so out of it you barely realized the word that slipped from your lips. It wasn't the first time, but it wasn't usual.

He chuckled faintly, still going hard on your abused pussy. He leaned down again, starting to kiss and lick the side of your neck, near your ear.

"Your daddy, uh?" He teased, whispering, "That's right. Daddy 'll take care of you"

All that teasing was getting your even more flushed and lightheaded than you already were, your pussy clenching in involuntarily agreement. Chan groaned at that, chuckling wickedly because he knew what he was doing.

"I..." You whined.

"Ssh, I know, it's alright. You close baby?" You nodded, nuzzling his shoulder with your face.

"Good, good girl" he kissed your head, "Come for me"

Didn't take anything more than that for you to reach your high, your hole clenching around his length, and you shivering from the aftermath and intensity.

Chan slowed down but didn't stop, allowing you to gently get off, except that you started grinding on his crotch.

"You wanna come again?" He smirked, short of breath. You nodded, but it wasn't enough for Chan.

"Say it" he ordered, "I wanna hear my little cum slut say that she wants to cum again"

"Ffuuck yes, I-i'm a little cum slut that wants to cum a-again" you exclaimed, suddenly reinvigorated by the new chase to your second orgasm, to which you were already so close.

"Whose?"

"Yours! Your cum slut, your baby, your everything" you responded, desperately. Chan groaned at that, his pace getting faster.

"Yeah, that's fucking right, my love, my whole world" he mumbled, kissing your lips.

"Can I come with you, mmh? Can I, baby?" You nodded frantically, cupping his face in your hands.

"Yes, please come with me, I wan' it" you slur, "Want your cum inside me, fuck" you gasped as he hit a particularly good spot, just above your cervix.

"Fuck yes" he moans, "Want my cum? Wanna make me a real daddy? So everyone knows who you belong to?"

Your legs clenched around his waist, your heels pushing his butt further into you, if that was even possible.

"Yes" you answer, "Wanna be filled up, carry you around with me everywhere"

That was the last drop for you both to orgasm. Him for the first time, and you for your second. Chan groaned deeply, stilling inside you as his seed sprayed your warm walls. While your own pussy pulsated, wet and sticky.

You remained hugged for a good while, him softening inside you. His breath became so quiet and regular that for a moment you thought he had fallen asleep.

"Channie?" You whispered sweetly. He hummed back, making you smile. Your fingers started to lightly scratch his scalp and caress in between his short hair.

"Now, I'm sleepy" he mumbled, hugging your body tighter.

"You can rest, love" you reply.

"Gotta clean you up" he replied back. So at that point you moved delicately, hinting at him to get off of you. You got up, on slightly wobbly legs and almost jumped for how cold the floor was against your hot feet.

You went into your shared bathroom and grabbed a towel, wetting it a bit. You then came back, finding Chan laying on his side, his hand resting on where you should be, waiting.

"Get the covers back a bit, baby" you say, and he complies. You delicately clean his lower area, including his abs which were full off little droplets. Did you squirt a bit? You didn't even realize.

When you were done you went back in the bathroom, and cleaned some droplets of both your juices that had trickled down your thighs. Then discarded the towel, and peed before coming back into the bedroom.

You picked up all the clothes, putting back on the panties and the sweatshirt.

"Baby do you-?" You were asking if he wanted to get redressed, but his eyes were closed and his mouth pouty. He fell asleep. You smiled warmly, just picking up the boxers and putting away the rest of the clothes.

Then you climbed up on the bed, putting one foot then the other in each hole of the boxers, then trying your best to slide them up. Chan did wake up for a slight second, realizing what was happening, and promptly arched his hips to allow you to pull the fabric up all the way.

After that, you reached your arm to turn off the bed light, and then finally you were back hugging your husband, falling asleep quickly as well.

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[bouncybongfairy]

Miscommunication

Izuku Midoriya x Fem Reader

Summary: As a new student at U.A. you are pretty overwhelmed with the workload and training hours. You're used to having a lot on your plate but this is an entirely new level you didn't prepare yourself to be at. After turning down Deku's offer to go out with a group of students to get food. You end up falling asleep while you are studying and wake up starving. While looking for something to eat in the kitchen, you encounter the green-haired boy who won't stop sending you mixed singles. You end up using your quirk to see what he thinks of you in his dreams.

Word-Count: 2k+

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Part 2 Is now up!

Being enrolled in U.A. wasn’t as manageable as you thought. Everyone warns you that it’s going to be a lot of work but you were always a really active student. Sports, clubs, honors classes, and yes the workload could get heavy from time to time but it became over your head. Now that you are a U.A. high student, you were barely managing the bare minimum. Living away from home was a bit stressful as well, you missed having your parents right around the corner if you needed them. You were currently in your dorm, typing away at your computer. Trying desperately to find filler words to make your essay 2000 words. It was Friday which you used to look forward to but now, it was the one day a week when not only your body but your mind was the sorest. After training every day after school on top of how hard the educational material makes you feel like you had nothing left. Even though you were exhausted you were trying to get your homework for Monday done tonight. You really had to power through it sometimes but it always made the weekend more enjoyable when you didn’t have to worry about it. There was a soft knock on your door. 

“Come in!” you called out. The door opens and Deku enters the room. 

“Hey Y|N, a couple of us were gonna go out and grab something to eat. I just wanted to let you know, extend the invite,” he said, crossing his arms. 

“Awe thank you for the invite but I think I’m gonna stay here and work on some assignments. Thank you for offering though, that’s very sweet of you,” you politely decline. 

“Are you sure? We're only gonna be gone for an hour, we weren’t planning on being out for a while,” he insisted. 

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it without this essay being done. I really appreciate it though,” you said, he gave you an understanding smile before leaving your room. 

You could never read Deku, there were times you felt like he was flirting with you but he was so nice to everyone. Sometimes you thought maybe you just weren’t used to boys at your school who were so well mannered. Therefore you were romanticizing how he goes out of his way to be nice. In class or at lunch, you would sometimes catch him staring. Or during training, you would notice that he would coincidentally become your partner in a lot of combat drills. You would always brush this off as him trying to make you feel welcomed as the new girl but there were other times that you were so sure he was trying to send a message. One time when you were walking back from the kitchen to your dorm when you ran into him. The conversation wasn’t anything remarkable but, you could feel like he was trying to make conversation out of nothing; like he wanted to keep you in his presence longer. Finally, when you finish the rough draft of your essay, you give yourself a pat on the back feeling quite happy. You close your laptop and go to grab your math textbook and the three pages of unsolved equations. As you got off the bed you could feel how sore your muscles were, it was as if you could feel every single muscle in your body pulling as you stretched. You lay back down on your stomach and start the first problem but you were passed out onto the book before you could start problem 4. 

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was a drool stain on your book which you tried to wipe away. You grabbed your phone to see what time it was only to discover you were asleep for a little over 2 hours. It was 11:00 pm and your stomach was hurting from how hungry you were. You sat up on your bed and threw your old tee shirt off and grabbed a fresh one. After putting on some sweatpants and a pair of socks, you make your way to the kitchen. It must have been a tough week because the entire dormitory was silent. Other than a few T.V.s or radios playing from some student’s rooms you could hear a pin drop. You start to rummage through different cupboards and the fridge, not really finding anything. You grab a diet coke and continue looking. 

“I brought you back some-” Deku started but was interrupted by you practically jumping 5 feet in the air. 

“Holy shit Deku you scared the crap out of me,” you said, grabbing your heart to check if it was still in your chest. 

“Sorry I just wanted to tell you that I brought you some take-out,” he said, going into the fridge and pulling out two containers. 

“Thank you, here let me grab my wallet,” you said, setting the food on the counter. 

“No, don't worry about it,” he said. 

“Well.. thank you. I would have eaten something instant,” you said, putting one of the containers in the microwave. 

It was moments like these where you got mixed singles. He could have left a note, knocked on your door, or even texted you to let you know that he got you food. It seemed like he was waiting for you, to be able to talk to you in person. It was so refreshing to be around a guy like Izuku. He was just so genuine and you could tell he was never trying to act cool or tough. Which was how most boys in your class acted. He was just so sweet and kind but still could be powerful and forward when he needed to be. It was just so awkward because imagine confessing your feelings to someone who doesn’t feel the same way AND having to live with that person after. The idea of that seemed less than pleasant to you. 

“It’s no problem, I’ve forgotten to eat when I’m studying. Even worse after really intense training, makes my stomach feel like it’s eating itself,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” you said.

“So I know you’re new and I heard overheard that your quirk has to do with sleep. Instead of assuming I thought I’d just ask you personally what exactly it is,” Deku said.

“I can travel into people’s dreams and talk to their subconscious,” you said, taking the food out of the microwave. 

“Oh okay, so Are you planning on working at Midnight’s agency once you get certified?” he asked.

“Yeah, hopefully, because our quirks work so well together she’ll pick me as one of her sidekicks. I think it would be cool to have a costume made by her stylist, she always looks so cool,” you giggled then blowing on your food to help cool it down. 

“Yeah you would look great,” he said probably before he really thought about it. When you looked up he had a deep red blush painted across his freckles. 

“Am I- or like, I thought you and Uraraka were dating,” you said, putting a lid on the food. 

“What? No, we’re not together and I just-” he started. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to pry or anything,” you said. 

“No, it’s okay but why do you ask?” he asked. 

“I was just asking, sorry I know it was random. Thank you again for the food,” you said walking back to your dorm. 

You felt like such a coward, you were just thinking to yourself how you were getting tired of not knowing how he felt. That was the perfect opportunity to ask him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not to mention that you were juggling a lot and would adding a guy to that really be helping things? Probably not but you couldn’t help how you feel. You sat on your bed and started picking at the food, it upset you that you didn’t have the courage to ask him if he liked you. You started considering if you should dream walk. Normally you wouldn’t go into someone’s dreams to pry into their subconscious but you felt like you were in between a rock and a hard place. At least if the answer was no, it wouldn’t be awkward from day to day seeing him in class and in the common areas. Obviously, Uraraka had a thing for him and you didn’t want to cause any drama or anything but at the same time if she seriously wanted Izuku she would have had him by now. You set the food on your desk and took a shower, you were still considering whether to carry out your plan or not. You turn the water to be as scolding as your skin could take, using your fingernails to really scrub the shampoo into your scalp. After rinsing, you change into some comfortable clothes and begin to start setting up your room. You don’t need candles to enter a person’s dream but you notice that it helps keep you more focused and to stay for longer periods of time. Arranging the candles into a circle and sitting in the middle, you finally began. You closed your eyes and started focusing on whose dream you wanted to enter: Izuku’s.

It was dark at first but then you could see visions of his dreams. Most people assume it’s only one dream a person has at night but it’s actually a collection of different events in your life that your brain jumps back and forth from. Taking out pieces and allowing your imagination to reconstruct those pieces. For example: if you ever dreamed that you were hanging with friends then suddenly you were at school or work. That’s your brain jumping back and forth from dream to dream. You could see in the center of the pitch-black space was Izuku sleeping in his bed, snoring away. You hold back a small chuckle before looking above him and seeing his dreams. He had a couple of different scenarios, one of him fighting a nameless villain, most likely caused by how much he was training. One of him at what you assumed to be his mother’s house, eating at the dining room table. The next one took your breath away, it was you while you were battling Momo during a combat drill. You expanded the dream, looking at all the different scenarios of yourself. In one of them, I could see him at his desk, drawing a character page about you. When he flipped the page over, he was drawing what he imagined your room to look like. This warmed your heart, it was just so sweet. There was one more scenario of you sitting at the lunch table with a couple of your friends. You were really excited to know that you were right, that he did like you. After exiting his dream and returning back to your room, you blow out the candles. Letting the wax solidify a bit before putting it away. By this time the sun was starting to rise and you were utterly exhausted. 

Your hair was somewhat dry and the dark circles under your eyes were extremely puffy. Even though you were so disheveled and tired, you couldn’t help but be thrilled about knowing Izuku liked you back. Or at least thought about you at the very least. Right as you were about to lay down, there was a knock at your door. You throw your hair into a quick bun before opening the door. Your face burns a vibrant red when you see that it’s Izuku. His hair was messy, more so than usual. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his sweatpants hung low, showing his boxers. His eyes were squinty and his brow furrowed. 

“Did you go into my dreams last night?” he asks with a raspy voice, leaving you completely speechless.

[btsficsandsuch]

Hi! Can you write about Jungkook having to take care of his pregnant wife, as she has some difficulties in her pregnancy. Jk is just really concerned and gentle with her, wanting to grant her every wish, he also babies her, because he considers her really fragile. It would make me really happy 💜💜

Hope you like this!

Perfect Little Family

“Hey it’s going to be okay. We will get through this.”, your husband Jungkook spoke as he reached over taking your hand in his. You didn’t have the words to respond. You felt bad because you knew Jungkook was terrified but he was doing his best to put on a brave face for you. Being 8 months pregnant was terrifying in itself but now with the news that there may be complications, you feel completely petrified and unsure of what to do. Thankfully the doctor walked in to finally give some answers.

“Okay Y/N. After running some tests we’re going to diagnose you with preeclampsia. I know that sounds scary but you’re in good hands. We just want to be able to keep your little girl inside of you as long as we can but the health and safety of both of you is our first priority. I’m going to give you a prescription to help manage your blood pressure. Getting rest is also recommended. I also want to see you twice a week until you’re ready to deliver. Our goal is to get you to 37 weeks at minimum but we’ll take it day by day.” All you could do is nod. There was so much information being thrown at you and not what you wanted to hear. Thankfully Jungkook was there to ask all the questions. You could hear him asking about your diet, exercising, stress management. It was like he came prepared with a list of questions and he was closely listening to the doctors answers making lots of mental notes. You’d never been happier to have him with you than within that moment.

The ride home from the doctors appointment was silent on your end. Jungkook did his best to try and take your mind off of things. You knew he was desperate when he gave you an exaggerated opera performance of the newest Taylor Swift song that was playing on the radio but when he didn’t even get a smile from you he knew what you needed instead. He reached over grabbing your left hand that you had tucked into the pocket of your (his) hoodie giving it a squeeze, “Y/N, I know this is scary and we didn’t plan it to be this way but I know it’s going to work out. You have one of the best doctors in Seoul who happens to specialize in this condition. I’m going to be here every step of the way. We’ll get through this.” “I know Kookie. Thank you for being here with me.”, you manage to whisper. You felt terrible for essentially ignoring him the last couple hours when he’s done nothing but try and comfort you.

Once home you immediately make your way to the kitchen realizing just how hungry you are but before you can even reach for a pan Jungkook wraps his arms around you gently pulling you away from the stove. “Go lay down Y/N. I’ll make you something to eat. You need to rest, remember?”, he says before giving your neck a kiss. “Kookie I can manage making myself a grilled cheese.”, you smiled. He shook his head, “Nope, let’s go lay down. I’m not asking again.” “I like this new demanding Jungkook.”, you said as you watched his cheeks turn red. Not wanting to argue with him you went to your bedroom and put on your favorite movie before getting under the covers.

Not long afterwards Jungkook came walking in with a grilled cheese sandwich, a small side salad, and apple slices. “Thank you so much Kookie. This looks amazing.”, you said taking the tray from him. The rest of the day was spent cuddling in bed and relaxing trying to let the stress from earlier go.

The next few weeks were hectic to say the least. Two doctors appointments a week took a toll on you. Jungkook barely left your sided. He cooked all your meals and brought them to you in bed except the one time he made soup and was worried you’d spill it on yourself in the bed so you got to come sit at the kitchen table but only after he carried you there. He was adamant that he had to be at all the appointments, even missing out on a few important meetings though you begged him to go to work and that you’d be okay with your mom taking you but he refused. You were currently getting ready to take a shower that he insisted on being in the bathroom for. As you were removing your clothes you looked over at your husband sitting on the edge of the bathtub staring at you with a smile. “Are you sure you didn’t want to be in here just so you could see me naked?”, you chuckled. “I want to be in here to make sure you don’t slip or get too tired from standing so long or what if you drop your shampoo bottle and can’t pick it up? You being naked is just a bonus.”, he smirked.

The shower was much needed and you felt relaxed and ready for sleep. Even though you spend much of your day in bed you didn’t get much actual sleep. The two of you were laying in bed together when you looked over and noticed Jungkook was still awake. “Hey you okay?”, you asked. He nodded, “Yeah just thinking. You’re at 37 weeks tomorrow and you have an appointment. What if the doctor says it’s time?” You were a little taken back because the last few weeks he had been your rock. “Then we’ll take it hour by hour just like we’ve been doing day by day. As long as I have you with me then we’ll get through this.”, you said squeezing his hand reassuringly.

At some point you must’ve drifted off because you were woken up when you heard Jungkook softly speaking. You thought maybe he was having a dream but then you realized he had his head resting just below your chest while he was rubbing gentle circles on your bump. You slowed your breathing so you could try and hear what he was saying. “Hey baby girl, it’s your dad. We have to be quiet because mommy is sleeping. I know we haven’t talked in a while but things have been so crazy lately. You’re really giving us quite a scare right now. It’s not your fault though. The doctor said it can happen to anyone. I tried to do everything I could to make it easier for her but I still feel like I’m not doing enough. I’m trying my hardest to be brave for mommy but the truth is I’m scared too. What if something happens to either of you? I don’t know what I’d do. Your mom has an appointment tomorrow and they might decide that we get to meet you early. I’m really excited for that and I know your mom is ready to get you out but we’re both nervous so be easy on us tomorrow, especially your mom. I love you more than I will ever be able to tell you. Sleep well baby girl.”, he finished with a soft kiss to your bump.

You felt him start to stir and not wanting him to know you were listening you quickly closed your eyes pretending to be asleep but you could feel your heart filling with love at the man sleeping next to you. The next day the two of you went to your appointment, hospital bag included just incase.

After a small wait the doctor finally came in and shook both of your hands. “Well Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that you safely made it to 37 weeks which is what we were hoping for. The bad news is that the tests we ran today show that your preeclampsia is worsening so I am going to recommend that we admit you to labor and delivery immediately. We will bring you a wheelchair and one of the nurses will take you up to your room.” The doctor gave a quick smile before heading out the door and before the door was even fully closed you released the tears you were holding in. Jungkook immediately noticed and began wiping at them with his thumbs, “It’s going to be okay Y/N. The hospital staff is going to take good care of both of you and I’m going to be here every step of the way. Just think, this time tomorrow we could be holding our daughter in our arms.” You smiled and leaned up for a kiss. Again he was putting on a brave face for you when you were falling apart.

The next several hours went by in a blur. Your beautiful daughter was born at 4:55am and was happy and healthy. “She’s beautiful. She looks just like her dad.”, you said looking up at Jungkook who had tears in his eyes as he looked down at the baby resting on your chest. “She’s just as gorgeous as her mom.”, he said wiping away the tears while looking at his perfect and healthy little family.

[drivinmeinsane]

Henry: 35, 26[Luke]

Julian: 16, 18, 30, 37 & 50

Seb: 18, 20, 29, 37, 28[Henry]

K: 31, 48

I hope it's not too many.

Thank you for sending an ask! Apologies for it taking me a couple days to respond!

Responses are under the cut. Please be advised that there is mention of some heavy topics due to the nature of God Only Forgives.

Henry

26. What Henry would do if stuck in an elevator with Luke Glanton (The Place Beyond the Pines).

I can see them getting into a discussion about tattooing and art styles. Henry would definitely be interested in Luke's tattoos.

35. Their idea of a perfect day.

If he could turn time back, he really would just like to spend a day with his parents again. He would value it so much more than he had before the accident.

Julian

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

That he maybe he did deserve a normal life. Maybe he did deserve to have a mother that loved him and kept both of her kids safe. Maybe he did deserve to have a brother that didn’t become an abuser himself. Maybe he could even be loved after everything that’s happened to him and that he’s been pressured to do.

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about.

Everything. That man needs SO much cognitive behavioral therapy. Someone who specializes in childhood trauma is a must.

30. Sleeping habits.

He rarely sleeps. He’ll stay awake until he passes out from exhaustion in a chair, on a couch, anywhere but a bed. There are too many bad memories associated with laying on a mattress.

37. What they really think about themselves.

He thinks that he is a coward, that he’s a broken shell of a man. Julian has no hope for himself.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out.

I can imagine that Julian has repressed most of his childhood. Who wouldn’t? At a minimum, his mom was sexually abusing both him and his brother.

Sebastian

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about.

If he were to see a therapist, I think the sessions would largely end up dealing with how he handles interpersonal relationships and the view he has of himself. The sense that I got of him from the movie is that he is afraid of failure both in his career and in his relationships and is prone of molding himself into what other people want at the cost of himself.

20. Scars.

He’s got the usual scars from living. There’s the small, barely significant traces of childhood mishaps on a bicycle on his legs and elbows. On his hands are the shiny burns and finger cuts from time spent in the kitchen.

28. How Sebastian feels about Henry Letham (Stay).

I think that Seb would respect Henry as a fellow artist. They’re both struggling in their own ways.

29. Eating habits.

I think that Seb often forgets to eat. He gets so lost in music that his physical needs fall to the wayside. By the time his fingers go still on the keys of his piano, or the last record finally spins out, hours have gone by and he’s suddenly, acutely aware of his hunger and thirst for something other than jazz.

37. What they really think about themselves.

Sebastian is not as confident as he projects himself as being. I can see him viewing himself as an interloper at times.

K

31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?

In my heart, K would be mostly a photography reblogger. He would primarily focus on nature and animal photography. He might reblog the occasional bit of poetry as well. It would all be a carefully curated collection of content that made him feel something.

48. Scariest moment of their life.

The day of his inception. Being deposited as a fully formed adult out of a plastic bag would have been terrifying. He knew nothing of the world and yet he was already held in contempt.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Strong Enough to Bring Sun to the Darkest Days

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Platonic!Fem!Reader

Warnings : mentions of depression, suicidal ideation and anxiety

Word count : 708

A/N : today has been extremely hard and i just needed an escape, this most likely won't be as good as my others but i just needed a distraction.

You hadn't seen your best friend in two weeks, you were currently holed up in your bedroom, having your mother make any unwanted guests to leave and unfortunately, that included Billy. You barely had the energy to drag yourself out of your bed to do some form of hygiene, most of the time, it was the bare minimum.

Your episodes became more frequent, more harmful to your mental health with the thoughts of wanting to go to sleep one night and not waking up the next. The first few days, you spent endless hours crying until you could no longer cry, just get the burning sensation of the tears and the burning in your nose.

At night, you felt nauseous when you were left home alone, afraid something would happen, your teeth would chatter, your hands would shake and your heart rate picked up, you thought your heart was going to explode.

Your parents left once again, both having a night job and as soon as the deadbolt locked, the anxiety settled into your belly as you bit your tongue, trying to swallow your lunch back down, deciding on skipping out on dinner. Not even an hour had passed before you heard footsteps in front of your window.

You tried to be rational, trying to tell yourself it was just a stray animal until someone's knuckles hit the window quickly, three taps. You tried to smile, you knew exactly who it was, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You got up, your body aching from being in your bed, your bed having an indent in the shape of your body.

You pulled the black curtains back and there he was. Billy smiled, wiggling his fingers as he pointed at your latch, wanting you to unlock your window. He unlocked it and peeled the window up, listening to it creak from not being used for fourteen days. Billy ducked under the window, letting himself into your bedroom before you quickly shut the window, latching it and closing your curtains.

"What're you doing here," you asked as you made your way back to your bed, laying in your crater, the mattress hugging your body, trying to provide you comfort. Billy looked at you, tossing his leather wallet onto your bedside table, moving you over so he could sit beside you. "Why are you shutting me out?" You shrugged, you couldn't tell him you were getting bad again, he had helped you so much.

He reached for you, not wanting to overstep any boundaries by grabbing you. You reached out as well, grabbing his slightly calloused hand. "I'm getting bad again," you said quietly and he nodded, nudging your body over so he could lay beside you. "I know," he said just as quietly. "I wanted to give you some time but I was getting worried, but I haven't seen you in two weeks. They usually only last a couple days." You nodded, "They've been back to back." He nodded once more.

He squeezed your hand tightly so you'd pay attention to him, "I love you and I'm here if you ever need me. You can come to me whenever you need something or someone, okay?" You nodded, moving closer to him as you placed your head on his shoulder. "I love you too, B." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and you smiled as you felt his smile.

"Can you stay the night?" He nodded as he moved his head to one of your pillows. "Already got a change of clothes in the car, sweetheart." You nodded. "Thank you for everything." He smiled, "You don't need to thank me. I'll do anything for you, you know that." You nodded, twisting the silver ring on his finger.

"Scoot, my ass is hanging over the bed." You laughed and moved for him as he moved so he was on the bed. "Go to sleep." You nodded, knowing how much sleep you'd been getting lately. "Love you." He smiled, "Love you too, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to your forehead once more before holding you tightly, gently pressing your ear to his chest, where his heart would be.

One finger traced your features softly, lulling you to sleep.

[coleaep]

THE DAY AFTER

🤍MASTERLIST🤍

WARNINGS: minimum talk of an abusive ex, SMUT

I felt destroyed. Just an hour earlier I found out my boyfriend of 2 years had been cheating on me for one of them. I confronted him so he fisted me in the side of my stomach. That wasn't the first time he has hurt me. I just always thought one day he would stop taking his anger out on me and we would finally be a good couple. But of course, it was just a fantasy.

I scrolled through his instagram page dying at the sexual photos of him and his side chick that had been posted only 10 minutes ago.

After enough courage I finally put my phone on the charger and went to bed with tear stained cheeks.

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"Yn!". Colby, my best friend was knocking on my front door. I got out of bed, dizzy from only just awakening and went to unlock it, not caring about looking like a total mess.

"What's up?" I ask running my hand over my forehead.

"You didn't answer your pho-...Yn. Please don't tell me that shit bag put that mark on you", he stared at the big purple bruise growing on my torso.

My brain had a major ding and i completely forgot about the bruise.

"Colby come in I wanna ask you something" he walked over to the couch and I went back to my room to grab my phone. I came back to the couch he sat at and I opened up instagram and showed Colby my exes sex photos.

"I confronted him and told him I was moving in with you so he punched me. I only told him that I was going to you so he couldn't hurt me though".

"Oh god Yn. I'm sorry" his hand laid on my thigh. I felt as though this is when I should mention my idea.

"But what I wanted ask, was.. do you maybe think we could like....you know..and post it as well as tagging him?" I clenched my jaw., using my hands to do the 'dirty' sorta symbol. (👉👌)

"Really?" I nodded at him.

"Sure" he shrugged.

I took his hand and we made our way to my room. He took off his and my clothes. His hands pulled me in my waist and he kissed my lips.

His lips tasted like mint and he smelt like expensive cologne. My hands ran down his chest and once they reached his waist I used my two pointer fingers to trace his v-line but I stop once I reach his cock.

"I need you" I whisper so he picks me up and softly lays me on my bed.

He grabs hold of my phone then makes his way down my chest to my core.

"Alright baby, take one" he positions himself so that he's on his knees and my legs are on his shoulders. I made sure the camera was in an angle that would cover us both.

After I snapped the picture he laid down, placing his head between my thighs. He looked up at me for confirmation and of course I gave it to him.

His tongue circled my clit in a fast motion whilst his pointer finger barely slid into my entrance. I screamed uncontrollably with every amount of pressure he applied to my heat. I was so mad at myself for not being able to see how attractive my friend really was. We always had a flirty friendship but it was never more.

But now? I wanted it to be.

"Colby I'm cumming!" One of my hands fist his hair whilst the other pulls on the sheets. His finger and tongue work fast, making me go over the edge even faster.

Within seconds I began to squirt on his tongue.

My heart was beating in my face and my vision was blurry. It wasn't until I looked at Colby's stunned face that I had realised I squirted.

"Bet that other sissy nuts couldn't make you squirt like that hm?" He says, now with his head in my neck. He sucked on my neck and every now and then he would whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

"You read for me?" He pants lining up his tip. I nodded at him and he sunk inside me slowly.

"Oh god. Your so big", I gasped. My hands stayed on his waist as he started soft thrusts so I could adjust.

"Jesus your tight.  Something tells me you didn't get enough dick then your supposed to. But if it was me, you'd get it on the daily", I shivered at his words.

"Faster please Cole", and so he did. His pace was wild and his moans were loud. He pulled out and flipped me on my hands and knees. He slammed it but stopped once he bottom out. I only knew when I heard the small click of the phone camera, why he had paused.

He threw my phone on my side and thrusted his hips back and forth in once again, a fast pace. He wrapped my hair around his hand and carefully pulled my back so my head was now on his shoulder. His wet sweaty hair cover his flustered face.

"God... I never thought I'd get to have this" he puffed.

"Cumming.." I could barely speak to him feeling a huge wave go over my body. I felt his seed spill inside me as my body became limp against his.

"Thanks for impregnating me. And helping me get back at that douche". I finally let out.

I attempted to go find my clothes but I only failed when Colby pulled me back on the bed.

"I think since I did you a favour, I should get one in return" he whispered in my ear with a majestic raspy voice.

"Oh yer? What's the favour?"

"Will you do me a favour and be my girlfriend?" He smirks at me.

"M'k" I laugh at him as he pulled me in close.

[gregorygerwitz]

i am IN LOVE with the new cozy trio hospital au its perfect !!!!!! (does it have a nickname?)

if you have more hcs or ideas to share from this universe please please do i absolutely want to hear them !! (no pressure though ofc)

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[ AU moodboards ]

warnings for the moodboard post and below headcanons: drug use, addiction, depression, attempted suicide, abuse, hospital stays

The 2011 AU my beloved! Honestly, I did the math and realized Hailey was ~19 (by my birthday headcanons) when Jay was with Mouse in the hospital for his (also my headcanon) overdose in November of 2011. And for about... two weeks? This AU is one of the only things I've thought about. I have so many thoughts.

(and the only things I've been calling it are "the new cozy trio au" and "the 2011 au" it doesn't have an official tag or anything yet)

Hailey, who is still a teenager shows up to lunch that first day and Mouse's immediate reaction is to ask Jay why there's an infant in their booth (in his defense, he's still going through the worst of withdrawals and he's cranky, and he wasn't expecting a third person at lunch)

it wasn't Jay's plan to play host for more than a couple weeks - he wanted to give Mouse a comfortable place to get and stay clean, and he wanted to offer Hailey a warm, safe place to sleep until she can get her feet under her

then it's been three months and it doesn't look like that's changing any time soon, so they pool their money to get a bigger place, if only so Hailey doesn't have to keep sleeping on the couch

and, yeah, it's in a less great part of town, and it definitely feels as cheap as it is, but Jay's the only one between the three of them who has a steady income while Mouse and Hailey have minimum wage jobs without guaranteed hours, so they'll take what they can get while they try to save money

Hailey applies to the police academy the year she turns 21, both because she still remembers Trudy from her childhood and Jay is so excited about just moving up to Intelligence and she wants to be excited with him, to some extent

Mouse stays clean and sober after 2011, for the most part. there's relapses, and bouts of unemployment, and months where he misses his cut of the rent, but he has two roommates to catch him when he stumbles and offer the support he needs when he's struggling

of course, Jay helps him get into a rehab facility when he decides he wants to try the professional route of getting clean again, and helps him get the job with Intelligence once he's living in the apartment full time again

no one reenlists in this AU because as much as I love the parallels in canon the idea of splitting up the cozy trio when they're happy and stable makes me sad 💜

yes, everyone is tired of the trio agreeing each other and forming an automatic alliance during every case and disagreement, but there's nothing they can do to stop it

Voight tried to put his No Relationships Within The Unit rule into place but like... it's really hard to control them when they all live together and spend every minute away from work together? like he can try to enforce it but that's not gonna change the fact that their home has a huge bed that they all fit in and can lay around in every weekend to watch movies

it's just a lot of domestic chaos that comes from one shared traumatic week and the healing that comes after that, filled with a lot of unconditional emotional support

(bonus two of the three panicking and being protective of the other any time one of them is in danger, which, as in canon, is practically constantly)

[drades-lair]

Acceptance

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/Chaz

Rating: M

"SOOO~ You wanna fuck tonight?" Chaz asked. The first time Chaz asked Striker this he earned a swift punch to the face, but this was the ten thousand time resulting in a single eyeroll.

"How many times Ya gonna ask that?" Striker groused taking a swig out of the long-necked beer bottle in his hand. Striker had met Chaz at a bar over six months ago where apparently, he'd been working at as a sex worker, Striker scared off some assholes who were taking things too far which apparently equated to Chaz clinging to him like dirt in a crevasse.

"However, many it takes to get you to have sex with me," Chaz chimed, laying upside down on the motel rooms second bed.

"Then Ya gonna be askin' forever," Striker flatly retorted keeping his eyes glued to his phone.

"Why won't you have sex with me? Is it because I'm a guy?" Chaz asked.

"Nope," Striker retorted simply.

"Then whyyyyy?" Chaz whined resulting in an irritated eye roll from the imp.

"I just don't want ta! Now stop bitchin' and leave me alone," Striker snapped with a hiss and a rattle causing Chaz to recoil slightly.

Chaz pouted as he backed off, pulling out his phone. A few hours later Striker went to the bathroom where he changed into the usual grey T-shirt and boxer briefs, he wore to sleep in then crawled into bed, put his phone on the bedside table and clicked off the light. Chaz honestly wasn't far behind the imp, going to bed a couple hours later however it wasn't Chaz who interrupted Striker's evening. Blinking awake to the darkness of the motel room Striker reached to check the time on his phone revealing it was one in the morning making him groan as he tried to figure out why he was awake. Pushing up on his elbows Striker found out quickly why he'd woken up, his cock was fully hard, and his pussy felt wet. Rolling his eyes in frustration Striker glanced towards the second bed, relieved to see Chaz was sleeping.

Deciding he needed to take care of himself before being able to go back to sleep Striker flipped the blankets off then repositioned, so he was semi leaning against the headboard. Striker pushed his boxer briefs to mid thigh before pushing his shirt up to allow better access to his perky tits. Wrapping a hand around his cock the pale imp began to stroke liberally while reaching up to massage one of his breasts with the other hand. At first Striker was able to keep his volume to a minimum but as his orgasm grew closer, he involuntarily got louder till a noise slipped out that was louder than the rest. Lost in what he was doing Striker failed to notice Chaz stirring, mind still fuzzy from sleep he glanced over his shoulder to see where the noise had or was coming from. Staring through the darkness for a few moments Chaz eventually focused on what was happening in the bed next to him and needless to say it quickly interested the shark. Chaz managed to sit up without Striker even noticing till that is he flicked on the bedside table light causing the pale imp to freeze like a deer in the headlights.

"I thought you said you didn't want to fuck tonight," Chaz smugly teased, smirk plastered across his features. A mixture of panic and embarrassment rushed through Striker causing him to awkwardly flip the blankets back over his lower half while yanking down his shirt, tail rattling loudly.

"What the fuck! I thought Ya were asleep!?" Striker hissed.

"I was...till you woke me up," Chaz wiggled his brows suggestively as that shit eating grin of his grew wider. Striker's blush darkened as he averted his gaze, the shark immediately maki g his way over to the imp's bed where he sat on the edge.

"What do Ya want? An apology?" Striker asked in a mumbled tone still looking away from Chaz.

"Nope, I wanna see your tits," Chaz corrected, licking his lips as he stared at Striker's covered chest.

"M-My...why would Ya...I mean...they're not, they're not...that big," Striker mumbled after being taken off guard by Chaz's blunt statement.

"Size doesn’t matter, tits are tits. I just like boobs," Chaz happily stated.

"No," Striker stated simply.

"Come on, I want to get a better look at your tits. I couldn't really see them in the dark or from the angle I was at..." Chaz began to ramble.

"I fuckin' said NO!" Striker barked successfully getting Chaz's attention. Chaz sat on the bed with his legs semi crossed, feet pressed together with his hands in his lap as he stared at Striker with a combination of concerned confusion on his features.

"Why not?" Chaz asked in full seriousness.

"Well...because...I-I... ugh! I don't like 'em okay, they're small..." Striker mumbled out hugging his arms over his chest.

"Is that all?" Chaz asked cocking a confused eyebrow.

"Huh? What do Ya mean is that all? No one wants someone with small tits," Striker retorted face morphing from confused to sour.

"I don't mind...like I said tits are tits," Chaz cheerily declared with a massive smile on his face, tail wagging behind the shark’s body.

"Ya really believe that? Hmm..." Striker's brows shot up in surprise at Chaz's statement. Contemplating for a moment Striker eventually relented, gingerly pulling his shirt up till he could pull it off revealing his perky pale breasts to Chaz.

"Aw, their cute! Their so perky and your nipples are so pink!" Chaz exclaimed excitedly, leaning forwards to get a closer look.

"They’re not cute! This is exactly why I hate showin' 'em off," Striker growled as Chaz encroached on his personal space.

"But they are...can I squeeze them?" Chaz asked.

"I... guess..." Striker hesitantly agreed, he wasn't certain how to deal with Chaz as he'd not had a partner like him before.

Chaz happily wagged his tail again as he sat back on his heels, reaching out with both hands to cup Striker's breasts. Striker's blush returned as he watched Chaz start to knead his tits, drawing his bottom lip up between his teeth as the shark skillfully massaged Striker's perky little tits causing his nipples to harden. Chaz flicked the hardened nubs with his thumbs causing Striker to inhale sharply, releasing a shuddering breath as Chaz circled his nipples. Watching carefully to assure he didn't get stabbed Chaz leaned into Striker's right breast, flicking the protruding nipple with his tongue experimentally. Striker let a soft hum of approval slip free encouraging Chaz to continue the action, swirling his tongue around Striker's nipple before taking it into his mouth. Striker placed his hands on the bed to either side of himself to lean back slightly, legs parting just enough to allow Chaz to settle between them as the shark sucked liberally on the pale imp's breast, teeth grazing ever so slightly at the firm perky flesh.

Striker's boxer briefs were completely off by this point having slid off in the process of him panicking earlier, reaching a hand down between his legs Striker started fingering his wet pussy. Taking initiative Chaz moved one of his hands to where Striker's was causing the imp to pull away, his own fingers replaced by Chaz's. Exploring a little Chaz dipped his fingers gently between Striker's folds, rubbing lightly to get a feel for his anatomy and honestly, he was fascinated. Striker's cock was technically protruding from his pussy where Chaz would expect to find a woman's clit yet below it instead of balls Striker had just that, a clit, and a vaginal opening. Pressing his fingers into the wet opening Chaz experimented a bit with rubbing the walls till Striker shuddered with a loud moan.

"Wow, you have a g-spot too, guess I'm not the only one who’s the whole package," Chaz chuckled pulling off Striker's tit.

"Shut...up...don't stop...touchin' that...spot," Striker growled through heavy panting.

"No problem~" Chaz chimed, continuing to thrust his fingers against that on spot in Striker's cunt that was quickly making him crazy.

Repositioning to get a look at Striker's lower half Chaz brought his other hand to the base of Striker's cock so his thumb could massage the imp's clit. Striker started a string of cursing moans, hands gripping the sheets as his legs fell open in invitation and his hips thrust into Chaz's movements. A few moments later Striker groaned as he released, walls clenching around Chaz's fingers as his juices leaked over them, entire body quivering from his orgasm.

"That was amazing," Chaz chuckled, gently thrusting his fingers to ease Striker through his orgasm.

"Whatever...you...say..." Striker retorted through panting breaths.

"So, you have the parts of a dude and a chick?" Chaz inquired curiously.

"Figure that...out...on your own?" Striker sarcastically shot back considering Chaz could clearly see that was the case.

"Well...yeah...but how does it work? Can you get pregnant? Can you cum with your dick too?" Chaz rambled making Striker regret this whole thing.

"No, I can't get pregnant cause ain't got a uterus. Yes, I can cum from both my dick and pussy, but I don't have semen cause ain't got a ball sack," Striker answered with an irritated sigh.

"If you don't have semen then what does you’re cum look like?" Chaz wondered pulling his fingers free.

"It's clear like when I cum from my pussy except it's thick like my slick," Striker answered hoping that his forth coming and simple answers would get this awkward questioning over with as soon as possible.

"Cool, you're still hard," Chaz observed.

"Yeah, cause Ya pulled the orgasm from my cunt not my dick," Striker retorted.

"Oh, so you need to double orgasm every time?" Chaz wondered.

"Yes," Striker simply responded.

"Then...you want me to continue?" Chaz asked seeking permission to help Striker out.

"Ya might as well," Striker rolled his eyes with his response.

"Don't gotta tell me twice," Chaz chimed.

Chaz wrapped a hand around Striker's cock base then stroked upwards making Striker moan while the shark pulled his own pants down a bit to get a little relief. Striker noticed the action causing his gaze to wander absently down only to be caught a little off guard at seeing two dicks sticking from Chaz’s pants rather than one. Chaz massaged his own lengths in time with his strokes on Striker’s cock when out of nowhere he stopped causing a frustrated growl to escape Striker’s throat as he glared at the shark.

“Can I fuck you?” Chaz asked in that usual overly cheery, blunt manner.

“Yeah, sure,” Striker confirmed, rolling his eyes for the hundredth time.

“Would…you…want me to double penetrate your pussy?” Chaz continued except this question got a reaction out of the pale imp, one of surprise.

“Um…I’m not against the idea…but…” Striker’s gaze lingered on Chaz’s dicks.

“Relax, I’ve done it before,” Chaz assured Striker as if reading his mind.

Striker gave a small nod of approval prompting Chaz to press him backwards, hoisting the pale imp’s legs under the thighs till his knees were up by his shoulders. Chaz grabbed both his cocks in one hand then pressed the heads to Striker’s pussy, slowly pushing inside drawing out a yelping groan followed by a couple curses from Striker, head falling backwards as his claws dug into the sheets again. Chaz used shallow slow thrusts to ease himself into Striker inch by inch till the imp was stretched around both his cocks, panting, and groaning loudly. A deep flush had spread from Striker’s face down his chest, sweat sticking his hair around his face while a clear thick substance oozed from the tip of his cock.

“S-Satan! FUCK! Move, Damn it!” Striker begged.

Chaz obliged still holding Striker’s legs in place as he pulled out just a bit then pushed back in causing a high-pitched cry to escape Striker’s throat. Chaz continued his shallow short thrusts causing Striker’s pussy to clench around his dicks as he grew closer and closer to his second orgasm, but his cock was still being neglected causing it to flush bright red. Reaching down Striker started feverishly stroking himself till he nearly screamed with release, a clear thick slick spilling over his stomach in long stings while he clenched around Chaz who groaned with his own release. Striker flinched slightly as Chaz filled him with the cum from both cocks which were still inside the imp, filling him to a point he’d not experienced before. Chaz took a moment to bask in his orgasmic high before pulling gently out of Striker leaving his pussy gaping as it leaked cum. Chaz flopped beside Striker to just stare at the water-stained ceiling as they caught their breath and waited for their brains to reboot.

“So why did you decide to be a dude?” Chaz asked after a long-drawn-out silence causing Striker to release a deep breath along with another eyeroll.

“What?” Striker retorted in an exasperated tone, turning his head to the side to look over at Chaz.

“Well, you have the parts to be either a dude or a chick…or both, so why did you choose to be a dude specifically?” Chaz clarified,

“I guess…I just…feel like a guy…” Striker stammered out.

“Oh, okay,” Chaz cheerily accepted.

“Are you really okay with all this?” Striker wondered, pushing himself up on his elbows before gesturing to himself.

“Hmm, yeah. Why?” Chaz retorted, arching a brow in confusion to the question.

“Well…it’s just that…not many people are okay wit me lookin’ like this,” Striker explained in an awkward tone.

“Really? Well, I don’t care, the sex was great isn’t that all that matters?” Chaz chuckled, rolling onto his side with his head resting in one hand.

“Humph, maybe Ya aren’t so bad Fishy,” Striker huffed with a smirk.

The two talked for a short time more about mundane things before finally going to clean up in order to go to bed.

[bambiraptorx]

Hello again!

I did this lil silly survey a long while ago :)

I wanted to ask if you would mind to answer a few of my questions :3

If not, that's totally fine! No pressure!

How many hours do you sleep per night?

How many hours are enough to get through the day and how many are a lot for your standard?

Is caffein (in any form) part of your morning routine or your 'last resort'?

How do you feel over the day before and after consuming caffein (if you consume any)?

For example: sluggish, foggy, awake, exhausted, grumpy, just tired, etc.

Thank you a lot for (maybe) participating!

If you want, I can add you when I post the results, but I can also leave you out :)

Hm, let's see, I usually end up 'sleeping' for about nine hours a night. I put sleeping in quotes because a decent chunk of that time usually is me laying in bed awake or drowsy rather than actually sleeping. I also tend to wake up in the middle of the night, and occasionally it takes me a couple hours to get back to sleep. (I don't have a good answer for how long I'm up in the middle of the night because I generally get back to sleep without checking my clock lol.)

I think I need five or six hours minimum to get through the day, but I definitely prefer to be in the 8-9 hour range. I don't actually have a solid number for how much is too much though? Mostly because I usually don't sleep through the night without waking up at least once.

I don't use caffeine. I don't like the taste of coffee and the one time I had an energy drink, it gave me a headache and fluttery heart feelings for hours. Besides the energy drink that one time, caffeine doesn't seem to have an effect on me.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Essay Deal

Media Lewis

Character Adam Douglas

Couple Adam x Reader

Rating Flirty

Concept Agreement 

I sat on my bed surrounded by books, paperwork, and my laptop. I was struggling to even think straight at this point.

I Had my essay due next week.

On Friday.

At four PM.

It had to be a minimum of 5,000 words.

No double space.

No double-sided pages.

Must have four examples and evidence.

And it is 65% percent of my final grade.

if I fail this essay I fail the class.

And I won't be able to graduate.

And I haven't even started it yet.

I couldn't even think of putting words on the page right now, I knew I was going to fail, what am I gonna do?

I sighed and pushed my laptop away laying on my bed.

"Fuck" I sighed

"Having fun?" I heard so I glanced to the door still open where my roommate left it open when she went for her shower, Adam Douglas leaning on the door frame in his usual converses, skinny blue jeans, his red plaid shirt and grey hoodie smirking at me. He's in all my classes and top of all the classes, so of course he was a cocky little shit.

"Fuck off adam" I sighed

"Fine, you struggling with the essay?"

"No I'm trying to make cheese. Yes its the damn essay"

"I've already handed mine in"

"What!"

"Yeah, I asked Dr lucas for early submission he said sure put it in yesterday"

"I hate you"

"I know" he smiled "Come on let me read what you have" he says coming and sitting on my bed so I handed over my laptop he coughed a couple of times clearing his throat before stiffening his back "The" he reads "I see. you really are struggling"

"Ummm humm" I nodded

"fine" he sighed "I'm only ever going to offer this once y/n. I can help you out. if you want me to."

"In exchange for what? I'm broke adam so I can't pay you or buy you anything"

"Ohh I know everyone is broke around here"

"yeah because not everyone has a mummy and daddy rich enough to pay all their student loans off" I glared

"Think it over" he says handing me back my laptop "as much help as you want, for a price. He'll I'll write it for you for a price" he smirked heading to my door "Deal expires at midnight" he smirked heading down the corridor to his own room

"I don't need him. I can do this" I smiled grabbing my laptop and my books putting on my study music and typing like crazy hyperfocused and engaged in my topic for a good hour. "Okay 11.40 let's see how many words I'm at" I smiled "The effect of original classics on the development and form of modern life, an essay. 15 words fuck" I sighed "Damn it I need him" I threw my laptop on my bed shut the door and bolted down the corridor past the various other rooms getting to his little door as he only had a single again his mum and dad paid for him to have one and I banged on the door as loud as I could

"it's open," he says from within so I went in seeing his little single room decked out with everything a uni kid could want. Custom Build Pc, gaming chair, two mini fridges one for an energy drink with its branding down the side, and one for actual food, with one of those little air fry, rotisserie ovens on top, his double bed made with fresh fancy sheets that even smelt of fabric softener, lights around his room on the controller, actual bags and kits for his laundry and such. Honestly, you could live here very happily but that's what happens when your parents pay your tuition in full and are on the board of directors. he glanced at me from his chair new game control controller in hand smirking as he saw me in his doorway "yes?"

"I need your help"

"do you now" he smirked "I'm really busy you know"

"adam, please. I'll take the deal I'll pay okay" I pleaded to shut the door and coming over he smirked pausing his game and checking his watch

"Oohhh a minute to spare." he chuckled "You really need my help that badly?"

"I've written the title"

"Oh god." he laughs "I'll think about it"

"adam please" I begged

He glanced at me with a wicked smirk "Begging usually isn't this high up" he smirked

I sighed and knelt on his little rug to plead like a peasant girl to a king "Please adam" I begged

"Cute, Alright," he smiled "For a price."

"How much?" I sighed moving to sit on his bed

"What to write the whole thing for you?"

"yes please"

"six hundred quid"

"adam! that's extortionate!"

"Need me or not?"

"You know I do"

"It's not just writing it y/n I also have to make it not look like I did it. that's the hard part"

"I can't afford that."

"Well being your negotiations" he chuckled

"Well, I work at the campus coffee shop"

"I know, gross," he says

"I can get you free coffee?" I suggest

"Tempting. But I don't drink campus coffee it's gross. Why would I bother when Starbucks is literally around the corner"

"Becuase campus coffee is a pound"

"Yeah tastes like it," He says "Doesn't matter it's more expensive I just use the card"

"Do your parents ever bill you for that thing?"

"They Bill the account"

"The account?"

"yeah, their account they have in my name. I don't have access to it. they said they'll give me it when I graduate"

"Fucking rich kids" I sighed

"They made the smart choice to buy two properties when I was baby and the house prices were low. Now they're both in my name and both full to the brim with renters. I'm their landlord and they pay into my parent's account for me. When I graduate they give me the card for that account with twenty years worth of rent in it. I can live in one house and the other one funds my life" He explained

"That one house won't fund your lifestyle"

"They pay three thousand pounds a month rent. I think that's fine. when all I'll have to pay are bills in the other house"

"I hate you"

"I know. but I don't need coffee so try again" He smirked having himself an energy drink from his fridge

"You can share my Netflix?" I suggest

"already have Netflix, Disney, Amazon, Hulu and HBO" He smiled

"I can... buy you a beer?"

"I don't drink remember"

"Oh fuck yeah. cigarettes?"

"I don't smoke"

"What do you want then?" I sighed "You're a fucking rich kid with everything you could possibly need what do you want"

"hummmmm... what do I want?" he pondered "Anything I want?"

"within reason. and that I have to give."

"I will write your essay for you. If you let me... you know" he smirked

"Let you want?"

"If you let me hit that" he smirked

"Are you serious?" I asked genuinely trying to gage if he was serious or not

"yes I am" he smirked

"So, you'll do my essay, make sure I pass. If I let you have sex with me?"

"yep"

"Once or?"

"as much as I want. a friends-with-benefits type arrangement you get your work done I get sex"

"just sex?"

"Sex, cuddles and likely an occasional blow job"

"and you'll write my whole essay?"

"yep"

"Deal"

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: The Least Sexy Photoshoot

What happened to the news this week?  I had next to no spoons and RL ate them all.  I did tons of prep, but My eyelids keep twitching and my body has been enforcing a lot of bed rest, which at least means, I read all but one of the ILLs.

Monday: Luckily I was reminded it was President's Day Sunday night so I rested instead of forcing myself out of bed only to discover my errands were fruitless.  The Empress Declared Livia Love Day, which is an important holiday in our household, and mostly consists of hanging out peaceably in a group and lots and lots of Livia Loves.  Tavy's been having nightmares again, but is not taking it out on everyone and is responding to my attempts to comfort him above average well.  Livia love Day ended up extended to Livia Love Week.

Tuesday: I burned all the spoons on taxes and small errands. (Library, Pharmacy, OTC Pharmacy, the tail ends of OTC grocery and EBT at the store that takes both.)  When I say all the spoons, I mean, I barely managed to eat and lung before having to go straight to bed.  NOTE: I have no taxable income, but I always file a tax return to prevent identity theft and so I have a tax return if I need it for bureaucracy.  I need to present it to someone most years.

Wednesday: It had been early spring weather here for a couple of weeks, but we caught the edge of the really nasty cold front messing things up further south.  So strong icy cold wind, sporadic flurries that didn't stick.  This far North, it gets cold fast after dark.  I talked them into not increasing my dose on account of hives last week.  This proved clever of me because I clearly couldn't handle a bigger immune response than I got.

Head Millennial and I where both exhausted by the cold, and I cut errands and Head Millennial's work load to a bare minimum.  The roads were icy when I took them home and I'm very glad they didn't stay later.

Thursday: Mostly bed rest. I normally would have stayed up for early morning rheumatologist torture session, but my body vetoed and I took the five hour nap instead.  I woke earlier than intended, and lay in bed doing Peaceable Kingdom with the cats, who were NOT Pleased, when I had to dislodge them at what they consider sleep time to dress and lung so as to be ready for medical transport.

Friday: Medical transport turned out to be a mom and Pop company this time instead of Yellow Cab or the other one it usually is.  It is a long drive over the mountain Pass and down to the next major population center to the south, where my appointment was.  The driver was a charming lady who's family emigrated here after the war.  She'd had an arranged marriage, which she escaped, and from which she has three kids.  She came back home to this area, fell in love with and married a divorced man with kinds from a different language group who sounds wonderful and this is their company.  I was utterly charmed by them and I hope I get them next time and not the guy who took me home form an appointment Wednesday a week and a half ago who spent the ride prosthelatizing about the masculinity courses that are his side gig.  (Luckily, he wasn't MRA.  It was a weird cis straight white male liberal type thing, not quite Boomer bullshit, but some sort of hybrid Xer thing, with one foot in the Boomer White liberal camp and one foot in a more modern world view.)  Seriously, I was much later finishing than even my leave lots of room for extra testing estimate do to massive demand and not enough phlebotomists, and they were super cool about it.  He called her back to check in as a result and you could tell how much in love they were right through the language barrier and the way she talked about him....  I was just so happy for her living her best life in the place she loves best.

So here is the deal with rheumatology and me.  Poverty clinic used to get in a rheumatologist once a month from Seattle, but they were seldom the same more than twice for me.  Which meant that every time I'd have to prove to the new rheumatologist that the last one wasn't full of shit and I wasn't faking.  No one liked anyone's diagnosis, so I'd have to do the tests all over again.  I'd see them once more and they'd agree that I did have AS (or occasionally a different arthritis), and set up a treatment plan.  Next time I'd have to start over.  This was during the documenting my disability for Social Security/Medicare phase and for a while after.  The upside was a massive file my lawyer could take to the appeal hearing with a wide array of x-rays, MRIs, and assorted fancier things carefully detailing my degeneration with circled damage that even a law person could look at and go "Yeah.  That's not right."  

Eventually, the damage reached the point where enough was visible through my skin to the naked eye and I stopped having to prove I was in pain.  It was at this point the rheumatologists started to debate AS or something else in earnest.  Seattle stopped sending Saturday Rheumatologists and a clinic that took Medicare became available.  I had the same rheum for more than a year.  We did a fuckton of way fancier tests including a really in depth scan of my spine to see if the surgical option made sense.  It didn't.  We futzed with medication for a bit.  Biologics are no good, it turns out, thanks to CF Carrier.  My GP took over refills.  That rheumatologist went out of the saga.

Right before the pandemic we were just starting a new round of lets check in with specialists about assorted stuff and the every five years or so map the decline cycle, that ended abruptly in February 2020.  Rheum was on the list, but it got but aside.  When we got ready to try again there was a ton of drama with the only local rheum taking medicare and it was impossible to get in anyway, hence my journey south.  Squirrel and my experience with Medical care in Vernon is excellent and I'll take their hospital over ours in a heartbeat, and after dealing with asshole receptionist at the local was was happy to give it a whirl down there.  

They were all delightful at the New Rheum.  new Rheum's theory is hyper-mobility + Osteo instead of AS, which we are testing.  (I'm not classic hyper-flexible.  No joints that bend backward, but the field is moving forward a lot and they are starting to consider people in my category as hyper-flexible too.  I am stiff as fuck due to arthritis these days, but I was rather famously flexible in my youth.  Like people would gather around to watch me stretch out and make comments.)  I signed releases so she can get my massive fucking file of scans and tests.  

The building had an imaging and blood testing center (Also a full surgical center and who knows what else).  X-ray was a significantly shorter wait than the x-rays took.  X-ray techs were delightful.  Unfortunately we were doing skull to tailbone is small sections with lots of angles to get all the joints, most of it standing up.  I expected this.  It was still a nightmare.

While I was being posed for yet another series of what I was thinking of as the least sexy photo-shoot ever, I found myself thinking that Harrowhawk Nonegismus likely wouldn't agree if I'd been a woman...

The wait for the phlebotomist took as long as the rheum +x-ray plus their wait times put together at minimum.  I was exhausted, in pain, and in an uncomfortable chair near the door where the arctic blast would hit me every time they opened.  On the upside my history of early modern English sodomy turned out to be really riveting in a way a lot of academic writing in this area isn't.  Wow!  Seriously wow!  Scholarship has come a long way in recent years.  a bunch of things in there should really be movies.

I am wrung out and in pain and my eyelids are twitching again, but miles to go before I sleep.  Sigh.

On the upside, bills are now paid.  Thank you to everyone kicking in.  Housing bill is soon.  Fingers crossed on no more emergencies.

[portablecity]

the worst pain i ever felt was both made worse by waiting for too long, writhing and spasming in pain, in a hard chair in a crowded, bright emergency room that was also actively under construction -- and then was fully resolved by the most efficient and effective emergency nurses and resident doctors who got me into a bed to writhe and moan in pain to my heart's content, dealt with the different layers of pain via the most efficient iv injections I've ever received, got me juice and cookies, and also made sure my partner got juice and a sandwich so he was alright to look after me. i went home almost entirely pain free, same day, and it felt like a legit miracle.

the OP's mention above re continuous pain management vs letting it spike was the hardest and most important lesson I've learned in dealing with pain, btw -- if you're experience regular unmanageable pain spikes, talk to a doc about ongoing management options. this especially helped me after surgeries.

also, for fun, my personal fave pain management tools when at home include:

- heat bags/heat pads/hot bath -- dry rice in a sock in a microwave heated in 30 second increments will go a very long way -- sometimes i use them on the pain site, sometimes just on my abdomen or lower back as a comfort/distraction

- ice packs -- everything from a rice sock kept in the freezer, to gel packs, to bags of frozen peas -- but these are only useful in certain places for certain pain and can make other things feel worse

- snacks -- eating ***always*** helps me with pain, even when the pain is also making me nauseous, though in that case it's gonna be a couple cautious crackers and not a hearty bowl of chunky soup. 4am painsomnia snacks are a permanent presence on my grocery list. also water is never a bad idea, and sometimes caffeine can work miracles, but that last one can be a double edged sword for me.

- laying down and closing my eyes -- maybe this is very obvious to you, but if I'm feeling pain hit while I'min the middle of a task i often want try everything else before accepting that i need to be horizontal for a bit, even though retiring to bed earlier means I'll feel better faster with less other supports. but i resent being told to stop my work or hobbies and i often forget or resist this fundamental truth

- not panicking -- I've had enough acute and chronic pain that being at a six or seven can start making me stress myself out enough about things getting worse that the pain will do a hard spike. if i can intervene before then, breathing exercises, gentle quiet company, and boring quiet YouTube tutorials all help keep my brain as chill as it can be. the real trick is to know whether it's better to lay down alone in the silent dark to rest or if that's just a recipe for a pain spike panic attack.

- some gentle movement -- none of this fucking yoga shit, but sometimes standing and just actively shifting my weight around helps; sometimes slow walking is good; sometimes stretching can make a difference! and no matter what, locking up into a curled up ball of agony for hours is definitely gonna make me feel worse later, so at minimum changing position regularly is useful.

- years of my own records of pain medication use and effectiveness -- I've had the joy of experiencing a wide spectrum of types of pain, and you can't medicate pmdd like you would a migraine or a fibro flare or post-surgical incision pain or neuralgia, but also you can't expect yourself to hold all that in your head! so keep a pain journal, even one as simple as date, pain location/type, approx max pain level, which drugs you took, and if they worked. this helps you to know which nsaid to take, because you only get to take one type at a time and they are not all the same it turns out. also when a medical professional tells you to try managing your pain with over the counter drugs, you can still get them to help you plan a dosage schedule! and they definitely know more than the average joe about how to get the most relief out of a reasonable amount of acetaminophen or ibuprofen.

shoutout to everyone else wrangling pain, whether acute or chronic. i wish you many effective interventions and much understanding from the people around you.

If there’s one thing I feel I can unambiguously brag about, it’s that I’m great with patients who are in pain crises. I’m tenacious and stubborn about lowering 10/10 pain to something more manageable. I got a patient in “25 out of 10” pain at start of shift down to a 4 by midnight and it only took opioids, Tylenol, muscle relaxants, ice packs, warm blankets, fresh coffee, repositioning, an abdominal binder I scrounged up, a phone call to the surgeon to get lidocaine patches ordered, and some serious chit chatting with the patient while we waited for all that to kick in. We didn’t end up needing IV medication, we didn’t have to increase opioids, we didn’t need to add any medication that would potentially delay discharge, and the majority of what I did is all stuff she can also do at home so it’s a sustainable pain management plan. This is my absolute favorite thing with nursing, I love love love managing pain, I know I talk about it a lot but it’s the most satisfying thing in the world. I love watching someone emerge from a horrendous haze of pain until they feel like a person again. Also I’m scheduling this to post well after my shift is done so that I don’t jinx anything, also while I was writing this post I had to take a quick break for two hours half way through because someone started having a seizure. My job is wild. I used to be a barista.

[kazaligog]

Do you ever just, like, lay down in bed, scroll on your phone for a couple hours, and then realize, "huh, I'm kinda hungry?"

Then you go, "oh shit, I forgot to eat dinner and the only things I've had today are a slice of pizza and a quesadilla," and pause before thinking about your food of choice.

Of course, it's something out of a can or a box but you think it over for a second, "well, that'll just take a while," (it'll take three minutes) "I'll do it eventually."

Then you sit there for another hour and a half getting hungrier and hungrier until you can feel your stomach acid and you're like, "damn, this sucks. I'm real fuckin hungry," but every time you think to move, you feel like you're going to puke if you stand because your body has no food in it.

So you basically just lie there and struggle because the only food close by is downstairs in the fridge.

Eventually it becomes three in the morning and you find yourself literally wasting away because getting up and putting mush in a bowl to heat and consume is too difficult despite how non-time consuming the whole process is.

Then you have an epiphany that you need to pee and despite everything, you stand. Your blood pressure causes you to stumble as you loose your sight, headed to the bathroom in a vague direction until it clears.

You piss. And you finally look down the stairs as you open the bathroom door once more.

"Well, I guess I'll go eat something since I'm up."

Me. This is me. Like. Several nights in a row. Send an ambulance istg. I literally do the bare-minimum to feed myself because I'm have a depression and anxiety disorder which makes no fuckin sense.

[starkraivennemad]

The First Friend - The Last Goodbye

Sherlock had accompanied John on a two-week tour of speaking engagement in the States. Dr. John H. Holmes-Watson’s latest studies was getting a buzz in the medical community.

The alpha’s testimony on medical theories and new procedures in the years since his first papers on the subject when Dennison vs, Zhao otherwise known at the Emancipation of Simone Zhao from Lei Zhao, the precedent setting case that became public knowledge in the AO Magistrate. Dr. Watson’s pain-management procedures guided the couple through their six-month atrophy with minimum physical pain. What it cost Zhao to be free of his wife financially, yet keep their Second Mate, soon-to-be Zhao’s First Spouse Rolando, was a different story. Still the success of the ground-breaking case made Dr. Watson, already known for his seminal work on omega studies, was no longer a rising name, but a well-known and respected name in several countries with notable alpha-omega populations for nearly two decades.

“In the over near three thousand cases only fourteen did not work out as expected. And I phrase it that way, because in eight of the cases the alpha or omega died evoking actual severance which overrode everything else. In two cases - one was still in love with their partner and was sabotaging the process not wanting to separate…”

John frowned slightly feeling a spike in tension from his omega waiting off to the side before he caught himself. 

{Omega?}

He mindspoke with Sherlock even as he continued with his audience.

{Apologies my alpha. Please finish.}

{Okay.}

“In the remaining cases, when it became clear the process was not working the couples were interviewed anew. In the end it turned out they still very much wanted each other. And as no one knows the minute physiological details of what makes severance what it is, it turns out – even if there are huge problems in the marriage – when a couple truly love each other, they cannot sever themselves. As a result, in the past few years, couples counseling has been added to the interview process to help the couple determine if there is a need for emancipation or simple communication and…”

{We must go, John, NOW.}

John technically had another five minutes, but he knew by Sherlock’s tone, there was not enough time.

“In conclusion: There’s Alpha and there’s Omega and especially when it comes to our kind our bodies know there’s nothing better than love. Thank you.”

He had barely cleared the stage when Sherlock stepped up to him.

{ I got the call.}

John understood the urgency by Sherlock’s face.

{How close is she?}

He asked, but he is a doctor after all. He knew the answer.

{Louis genuinely believes she’s only waiting for us, but I know not how much longer she can wait - even for us.}

John and Sherlock were on the next plane available back to London and went straight from Heathrow Airport straight to her bedside.

Cancer respects no one, not even doctors.

First diagnosed some five years ago, she had already undergone a Whipple procedure. It bought her time, yes, but never enough. Three months ago, the pancreatic cancer returned with a vengeance. Two weeks ago, she signed a DNR.

Knowing they were in the states and what it would mean - seven hours ago, her husband, Louis Brealey, called Sherlock and John and asked them to hurry. 

Refusing a medical facility, she had chosen to hospice at home. She lay frail in her bed, until she heard the two men at the door and smiled. Louis Brealey looked up and guided everyone else out of the room, giving Sherlock and John time with her.

“You have no idea how I wish I could heal you.” John whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

“Stop it John, I’ve seen some of the amazing advances you’ve done with alphas and especially omegas. I absolutely know if it were in your power to help me you would.” She chastised. “As a beta I’m out of your bailiwick. It’s okay. I’m just glad you were in my life. You and Sherlock are among my closest friends. Though the least either of you could have done is bring in those portraits I know you have hidden in 221c.” She had teased.

John and Sherlock’s true ages were not reflected in their faces. Though all three were now in their sixties, only she looked it. She was just the latest in a string of people to have jokingly made a Dorian Grey reference to their aging.

“That’s all? Easy. You want to see them, my friend; you must make an appointment to come by Baker Street next week.” Sherlock returned the tease.

“Fine. Tuesday after work. 7pm.” She chuckled. Her ever-bright eyes belied what all knew were her last moments with them.

Sherlock held her hand and fought against the tears.

John left, giving Sherlock some time alone with her, because he understood.

She was his friend.

Being the type of person he was, especially as an omega, Sherlock did not have any true friends outside of Victor. During the decade that Sherlock and Victor were apart, Sherlock became the World’s Only Consulting Detective. Yes, the first couple of years when she was desperately infatuated with him and it was uncomfortable for both, but it passed and a true friendship with her grew from there. She was the first person in his adult life, that was not family, who cared about him, did not try to change him, and wanted nothing from him. Yes, Sherlock met Lestrade first, and met her through him, but she was the first friend Sherlock made on his own.

And now he was losing her.

Less than two hours after they arrived, retired Medical Consultant Margaret Anne Brealey – née Hooper, affectionately known as Molly, became one with the universe. Her husband, Luis, their three children, Mina - her best friend since childhood, along with John and Sherlock her closest friends since her early 30s were by her side.

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[moongumi]

killer d*ck

pairing: eren x reader

⟶ cw. fem!reader, smut, ghostface!eren, blood, mentions of murder, torture, dub-con, stabbing, dildo, masturbation, toy usage, etc.

sypnosis: you were just doing an essay before a wannabe ghostface killer shows up in your room trying to fuck you before he kills you

⟶ wc. 4.7k

a/n: hi hi, the only uni au i can relate to is art courses cuz i do one myself so just go with it! and its barely in this soooo yea, i simp super hard for ghostface and well to imagine eren under the mask yessssss < 3

The keyboard switches click continuously as soft freshly painted fingernails type words on a document. The keyboards sound expensive, non-clicky and muted, a girl with taste. The neon lights were stereotypical though, but at least it wasn’t just pink lights, he hums happily.

You were definitely a gamer. He takes a look around, collecting valuable information. You had nice expensive headphones on, your phone was in the living room―where you had forgotten it when you rushed to your PC earlier in the day to play games with your friends. You were completely and definitely focused on your essay, and totally not the spotify playlist on your other monitor that you were scrolling down looking for the right tunes.

You sigh, stretching back on your ergonomic chair, a loud crack runs through your spine―echoing in your small bedroom. It has huge, a fucking huge relief too as you moaned with pleasure―its been a while since you got up and walked around. You smile, checking that you had 2300 words out of 2500 minimum, you were definitely not an overachiever and well all you wanted to do was pass. Sadly, you were dumb and chose an Art course instead of something that would really secure you a future but at least you only had a couple of essays a year and they barely mattered.

Your phone starts to ring, all the way in the living room. You grunt, throwing your head back in the seat against the headrest before getting up. It buzzed long and hard before falling off the table onto the rug. You had your headset on your head still, pulling the cups off your ears and letting it fall down around your neck―eyebrows raising at the flashing on your phone

No Caller ID.

Alright, you never answered numbers you didn’t know and well, to be honest you don’t even answer calls you knew, anxiety’s a bitch. So you toss your phone to the couch and walk back to your bedroom.

Only for it to ring again, and again, and again.

“The fuck!” You were about to turn your phone off before you got a text from the number.

(No Caller ID): I would answer the phone if I were you.

Sort of scary, but you didn’t wanna die so weighing the options is getting a little scary.

(No Caller ID): I have a question about the assignment.

Oh, just a classmate. Maybe they really needed help so you decided to pick up, “Hello?”

“Hello…”

“Yea, hi. Whatchu want?” You ask.

Deep breaths reply to you, really really deep raspy breathing noises. His voice is deep and raspy, he chuckles slightly, “What’s your favourite scary movie?”

You laugh, knowing where this was going but for some odd reason decide to just play along with it after all you were so done with hours and hours of writing and maybe the tiredness is clouding your judgement. “That’s not really about the assignment, yano?”

“Just answer the question.” His voice gave you chills.

“Uh, fine.” You think about it for a second, before gasping, “I really fucking love Shrek!”

The guy seemed to gasp too but, he hisses a response, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?” Woah, the way he says that sounded straight out of a porno, you’d definitely buy a voice-pack from a guy like that. 

You walk over to your bedroom with the phone to your ears not wanting to miss a second of this conversation, so you lay in bed on your side, “Don’t judge what you don’t understand, clearly you are uncultured.”

“I am not uncultured, Shrek is just a fucking terrible choice.”

“Pft, you definitely are an uncultured old man, maybe watch the movie before you start commenting on the masterpiece.” You continue to joke, “Plus, that shit is lowkey scary―have you seen what Lord Farquaad looks like, oh, he gives me chills.”

“I am not an old guy,” He didn’t sound old but you just wanted to tease him, to see what would make him mad, “But answer me properly, what’s your favourite scary movie?”

You groan realising that this was actually getting boring, “Dude, are you trying to be Ghostface? ‘Cus that’s really 2000s―it’s literally 2022, I know there’s a new movie out but my god―”

“Fuck me, are you going to run your mouth more? That’s the whole fucking point, there’s a new movie so there’s a new wave of serial killers, bitch.”

“Ew―you into the whole roleplaying shit? And you’re super rude, why’d you even call me? Didn’t you need something for the assignment?” You grumble, turning onto your stomach and playing with your hair, twisting it in your fingers.

He laughs, maniacally, “Roleplay? Bitch, I didn’t call you for your damn assignment. I called because I wanted to know what the girl I’m about to gut sounds like.”

Oh, your stomach drops. His voice was so booming in your ears and caused rough chills to run down your entire body. So you did the only thing you could do.

You hang up.

You sighed with relief that it was over, but it really wasn’t over because the phone rang and rang and rang again. You answer it, but instead you drop it on the bed on speaker.

“Oh, okay―I see how it is,” He begins, his voice low and grovelly―if you could fuck a voice you would, “Be a good girl, a good fucking girl and listen, since you wanted to be a real bitch and hang up on me, I’m going to be hard on you. I wanna play a game, just answer my questions―some trivia and I won’t come in the fucking window and rip your cute little intestines from your cute little stomach, okay?”

This was getting a bit scary now, so you decided to simply play along, answer the questions right―you knew trivia enough and hope that he doesn’t kill you. “Uhm, can it be about Harry Potter? ‘Cus legit if you ask me about any of those horror or slashers that Ghostface asks his victims I’m actually going to 100% get them all wrong and at that point just come and kill me before you even start.”

He pauses, stumbling over his words, “Uhm. Shit, fuck this wasn’t the plan. Okay, uh, you’re lucky I like Harry Potter. Alright, warm-up question, What is Harry Potter’s Patronus?”

You jumped up, joyfully, you knew the answer, “Easy, a stag just like his daddy.”

He hums, enjoying the way you said that. He chuckles, continuing, “Good job, next question―the real question. How many staircases are there total in Hogwarts?”

You deadpanned, shocked, “What the fuck! Who knows that? Are you reading off one of those ‘Top Ten Harry Potter Trivia Questions that only real fans know’? Because seriously, do you even know the answer to that?”

“Shit, sorry doll, you got it wrong. The answer was 142, and no, of course I wasn’t reading off one of those silly websites, ‘course not.” He laughs, “Sadly, this means I’m gonna have to kill you.”

Your heart races, and you start looking around your apartment. Heart nearly beating out of your chest, you hoped deep in your heart that it was a prank, just a prank, “Wait, how are you going to do that? I live on the 9th floor.”

“Well, I am quite resourceful―” Within a flash a loud thud echoes in your living room and your heart practically explodes. Your eyes scamper towards the direction. A large figure in a black cowl, white mask runs at you. Fucking Ghostface runs at your with a large glimmering hunting knife in his grasp.

Your shrill screams bounced off the walls. You sprint into your bathroom, slipping slightly since you were wearing fluffy socks on hardwood floors. 

Before you could even lock the door, his foot nudged between the gap making you scream. His arm reaches through and then his body, his gloved hand grasps your wrists within a second and he drags your screaming body outside into your bedroom. He’s huge, heavy and impossible to fight off, your death was imminent. 

Under his mask he laughs, obnoxiously. He cocks his head after throwing you onto the bed with your wrists under his hand, his knife on the other hand drags down the side of your body―all over the skimpy pyjamas you wore.

“And here I thought you’d put up a better fight.” His voice is distorted just like on the phone but somehow even deeper in person.

Tears run down your face uncontrollably, and you writher against his hot body. “This isn’t fair, I had nowhere to run! What the fuck did I do to deserve this?”

Ghostface hums, listening to your pretty sobs and cries, leaning into your face, “Hm, baby, you didn’t do anything. You’re just a victim of a serial killer, just like the rest of them.”

You were going to die, you just have to accept it now.

“Fuck, and here I am thinking I’m the main character.”

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A typical Friday night would not be described as this, no, you only planned for a slow night of essay writing, gaming and drinking. Who would possibly imagine this, being hog-tied by some of your own stockings that a serial killer stole from your sock drawers, chest down on your living room couch and the killer standing tall, illuminated by the bright lights from your open fridge door.

“Do you eat? There’s no food.”

You sighed, this man had been dragging out your death for what felt like hours and now he was digging through your fridge looking for scraps. He was playing with you, teasing, a predator playing with his food―a fresh prey ready to be eaten whenever he desires.

You did the only thing you could do, glare at him with fiery eyes. He smiles to himself, looking at your pathetic form and angry face. He enjoyed toying with you, a fiery girl with a lot of attitude being tied up completely submissive, just his favourite meal. He stands with the cold breeze piercing through the outfit and drapes. In the fridge were mostly yogurts, eclairs and what looked like leftover cake. In his eyes you seemed like you had some sort of sugar addiction-no real goddamn food in this fridge. Damn, maybe he should’ve eaten beforehand.

Eren thought you may have been too scared to talk but hell, the look in your eyes told him you were just being stubborn. “Come on, I didn’t tape your mouth up for a reason.”

You swallowed the buildup of spit before replying to him. “I usually order food, that’s why there's no food in there.”

He chuckles, echoing softly in the dimly lit living room. He slams the door shut, “Rich girl, huh? Parent’s pay for everything or what?”

Your lips curled with anger, face heating him. “Just a mother who works really hard.” You didn’t like talking about family, at all.

Eren brushes his freshly painted fingernails, hidden under his gloves over the expensive looking countertop while he strolled over towards you, slowly, like he was sizing up his meal. He looked menacing, stopping right in front of your little head that rested on the arm couch, his crotch at your eye level. 

You sneered, turning away not wanting to have your face in his dick but he had other ideas. His gloved hands, heavy, grabbed your cheeks squishing them together as he dragged your face up as far as it could go, straining your neck to look up at him. His masked face, only the sense of anything human was the void eye sockets that barely showed his eyes, he said nothing, only humming slightly pleased with how uncomfortable he was making you.

He cocks his head, hands caressing your face roughly and carelessly. He scanned you completely, taking in what he likes and doesn’t like about you.

“A mother who won’t have a daughter for much longer, does she love you a lot?” There was really no reason to lie, especially if you were going to die you weren’t going to die with your trauma clogged inside of you.

“No.”

“No?” He lets out a pitiful noise, cooing, “Poor thing, mother doesn’t love you? Does mother love her money more?”

“No, she loves men and their dicks more.”

Ghostface, Eren gasps dramatically squeezing your cheek for added effect, “Woah! What about her daughter? Does loving dick run in the family, hm, do you love dick?”

You hiss, “Not more than my damn family.”

He grimaces, “You haven’t had killer dick then.”

“And never will, thanks to you.”

Ghostface laughs, his voice trailing off into something more serious. “You want some?”

“What?” You gasp, feeling his grip tighten on your cheeks, nails digging quite deep into your soft skin.

“Do you want some―killer dick?” He smiled maniacally, but you couldn’t see that.

Oh, it finally hit you what he meant. Oh god, “I’m okay, thanks.”

“Ya sure?” He taunts, “Would be your only shot, the last dick you’ll have, and it would be a good one.” 

You were beyond confused, this Ghostface was definitely unlike the ones in the movies. “Why would I fuck you? Willingly? I don’t even know what you look like.”

You’d never admit in a million years but Ghostfaces have always been attractive even behind the mask. The voice does a lot even when you only first heard him, it’s always the voices. His voice was modulated yet under all of that you could hear the scruffy and rough tones of his real voice, and god it was deep.

He shrugs, turning your face left and right, “Well, I’ve got a pretty big dick, been told that it feels pretty good.”

“Just kill me.”

“Oh, don’t worry, pretty thing, we’ll get there after we have some fun.”

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It is beyond terrifying, your body wants to jump out of its skin. Your heart was beating so fast you felt it in your throat. 

You didn’t expect this, no not at all. You were not expecting him to untie you, and force you to play hide and seek with him. “If I find you, I’ll fuck you.” Is what he said before he sits himself on the couch and covers where his eyes would be over the mask. He had begun counting down from a hundred as if you had any room in your tiny apartment to hide. Childish asshole.

You had time to look around but you knew your apartment well enough. There wasn’t any real place to hide and you could bet that he knew this, he just wanted to mess with you, scare you and then chase you like the psycho killer he is.

There was really one option far enough away from him, behind the door in your bathroom, it’s lame but you had no choice. Your wrists were sore and raw from how hard he had tied you up with the rough pantyhose material. Covering your mouth with your hands so he couldn’t hear the way you were breathing and even whimpering with fear.

He already finished counting, you could feel the vibrations of his boots against the floors, he was getting closer and closer. Yet, he took his time to look over pictures on your walls and skim his fingers over your bookshelves at the books you read, gosh, he was being nosy with your personal items. He hums a song, enjoying himself beyond imagination.

And here you were, shivering with fright.

“Darling, pretty girl―where are you?”

He strolls around, between the hinges of your door you could see him walk around the washroom, closets and kitchen as if there were any real place to hide. He pretends to look everywhere before ending up in your room―you sob, turning away not wanting to see him catch you.

All you hear is a disappointed sigh, “Hey, come on now! You could’ve tried a bit harder, most people go under their beds.” He clicks his tongue, his boots not clicking on the tiles in your bathroom as he pulls the door away from your side, revealing your huddled up body, weak little thing.

Eren’s dick was rock hard in his pants, threatening to bust through his zippers. His gloved hands grab you by the shoulders, within a fell swoop he picks you and shoves you against the bathroom door, his body trapping you. “You look so goddamn hot with tears running down your face, what kinda mascara do you use?”

“Shut up!” You cried out, shoving his incredibly hard chest.

He loves it when you talk back, even if you were scared shitless.

Ghostface turns, taking a quick look at your shower and before you know it you’re under the shower head being doused with cold water. It practically drowns you, trying your hardest to block it out with your palms and he laughs, and laughs at you.

Eren doesn’t take his pretty green eyes off of you, the way your clothes got wetter by the second revealing your lack of bra―your top molds around your tits, hardened nipples exposed, god could he get even more aroused?

“What the fuck! Just fucking kill me already!”

Ghostface wiggles his pointer finger, left and right, “No way, you’re too fun to play with!”

You notice the way his mask is tilted down towards your chest, you try to cover it up as best you could.

“Get up, lie on your bed.” He basically growls. He shuts the water and kicks your thighs with his boot, you were forced out and laid on the bed as he said. He scrambles through your drawers for something, like he knew what he was looking for. 

You’re soaked, dripping water onto your sheets and pillows. You sucked it up, laying like a dead fish.

He gasps, “Ah hah, I knew you were a kinky one.” He pulls out a vibrator from your drawers, it was supposed to be well hidden but fuck.

Your eyes widened, “What―what are you going to do with that?”

He cocks his head and starts to mock you, “What―what am I going to do? Easy, you’re gonna show me how you play with yourself with this thing, alright?”

He walks over to you and spreads your legs forcefully, pressing the toy against the centre of your shorts pushing it into your core, hard. “Just like this, I wanna see you fuck yourself.”

You weren’t allowed to say no, he wasn’t going to agree because he pulled out his knife after dropping it between your crotch, mocking you with his glistening blade.

“Alright, I’ll show you.”

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Damn, he did not expect you to actually do it―fuck. He’s been hard this entire time and not even gotten soft once, you were just making him more and more aroused with the seconds. The way your wet top still clung tightly around your curves, and fuck, the expressions you made.

It was so hard to him to resist, the way you took off your shorts slowly―your underwear, fucking tease.

Eren watches as your face fills with shame, embarrassment when you see him realise you were soaking wet, not with water either. Your underwear was sticky, clinging tightly onto your pussy. 

“I need lube for this―” Your small voice breaks him out of his lustful trance.

He cocks his head, smirking, “You look wet enough to me.”

You let out a sigh, that was more like a deep whine. “It won’t go in.”

Lies, you were lying to him. He knew you would be able to take it, fucking hell, it was no where near the size of his dick and he had been imagining how you’d swallow him his dick this entire time.

“Try.” Is all he says, not budging even a bit.

Eren watches you bite your lip angrily, taking the purple and pink dildo shaped like a tentacle or some sort in your hands. You sighed out loud, making him know you were annoyed laying on your back. Your arms reach towards your cunt, trying to find the best angle with your legs spread out towards him as if he was doing an exam on you or something. Your bare cunt glistening for him, cleanly shaved, you must’ve been a girl who gets a lot of action. He loved it when girls shaved, he loved seeing the entire pussy-he sucks his bottom lip, his mouth watering at the sight.

The head of the dildo, wasn’t really a head at all, it was just a tapered end―a pointy thick tentacle, “You’ve got some freaky kinks, buying yourself a dildo like that.”

You puff your chest, “It was a gift, and it feels good.”

“I bet.” He groans, thrusting his hard cock against the inner part of your leg.

His eyes glued to the suctions, the ridges around the dildo. It definitely wasn’t a struggle to get the tip in but it got so much wider and wider. 

You ran it along the length of your slit, gathering your arousal hoping it would ease the tightness. The tip teasing your clit at every drag, making goosebumps appear on your skin, you didn’t have much time to really enjoy yourself after all you should not really be enjoying this, no, you were supposed to be doing this because he made you. A weirdo watching your masterbate right between your legs.

You looked only at the dildo but he grabs your legs pulling them apart more, “Look at me while you do it.” The modulation in his voice made him seem much more dominant, making you shiver.

You grunt, slowly flickering your eyes towards the void holes in the scream mask. You glare at him, siren eyes. 

Eren wasn’t used to that, girls usually begged for his cock with doe eyes, submissively begging him for more, fore attention, touch but not you. 

You took enough time to prepare yourself, starting to push the dildo in, it stretches you greatly―you take in a gasp of air feeling it widen up your hole. 

Eren’s lips part as a breathy moan leaves your lips and your eyes soften as it further went into you―lips swallowing up the suctions beautifully. Your eyes shut, your lashes feathering completely forgetting that he was even there at all. 

He shifts his weight, thrusting upwards―hands tightening on the shaft of the hunting knife.

The edges of the dildo are ridged, they flicker and kiss your walls as you begin to move it with ease, in and out. A warmness builds in the pits of your core, warming your cunt up as your arousal grows and dribbles out. You whimper loudly as your pussy nearly swallows the entirety of the shaft, so big, you feel so widened and filled.

His hands find their way towards your throat, choking you within a flash-he pushes you back down into the bed and you gape unable to make any other noise but moan. 

Eren shoves away your pretty hands as he is unable to resist any longer, he could easily come in his pants right now. His right hand takes the base of the dildo in his large heavy hands. Eren’s impatient, compared to you―and so damn rough.

He takes the entire thing, pulling it out and shoving it back in feverishly.

You gasped, choking on your breath, “Fuck! Oh fuck―that feels so good!”

The dildo bottoms out inside of you, the base slapping against your bare cunt, he tries to shove past the base but he couldn’t go any further―he wanted it deep and deeper. His grip tightens on your throat the more you make those cute noises for him. Your lips part as drool escapes it dripping down your pretty pink lips, you moan every time you take a breath.

Eren places himself further between you holding your legs apart as he feels you closing them the closer you get. He’s a huge guy, with enough broadness to keep you wide open for him to enjoy. His weight is completely impossible to move, like a huge boulder. His eyes were enthralled with your cunt, wet and slobbering all over the ridges of the toy―he just imagined the way it could be replaced by his red hot cock―that would feel so good for him.

“I thought that―that, fuck, was my job.” Your eyes shut, feeling the pits in your core tightening more and more, he went faster and deeper when he noticed.

Then he plays you, dragging it out slowly wanting to take his time before thrusting it back in- your cunt feeling the way the suctions of the tentacle bounced or lips around, the entire eight-inches easily going into you. Eren groans, almost drooling himself, “I couldn’t help myself.”

You wanted to reply but the grip on your throat, definitely going to leave a mark with those leather gloves, stops you. He watches the ultra wet dildo, slurping you up. Only gasps of pleasure left your lips, eyes hazed with arousal and your breath staggered the longer he kept it up. Approaching your end, he doesn’t stop, oh no, he’s merciless, the goal was right there.

Eren leans into ear, placing the plastic mask against your shoulder as he whispers, “You going to cum? You gonna cum for me?”

You nod, sporadically, unable to control yourself especially after those words.

“Cum then, pretty girl.” You did, you fucking did. Your body came undone, your cunt tightens around the toy-the heat inside of you rush into the core completely destroying you. Your pleasure crashes down on you and the tingles in the pits of your stomach explode into warm pricks all over, inside of you. Your cunt squeezes and pulsates around the dildo for the last time before he takes it out completely, enjoying the pop it makes―dangling it around like a prize.

“Would you look at yourself, you just came for a serial killer―fucking hell, add that to your dating profile.”

You couldn’t even reply before knocks on your door interrupt the little moment you had with this killer. The knocks were loud, echoing through the apartment-his head snaps towards it immediately and he takes his knife in his hand quickly. 

You remembered exactly what it was and you had to stop him. Even in your overly stimulated form you grabbed onto the hem of his cloak pulling him back. “It’s just my friends.”

He turns towards you and cocks his head arrogantly, “Ah, more people to kill.”

“No!” You shout, pulling him even closer to you, “Don’t, please. If anything I’m saving your ass, two of my friends are huge guys who could easily take you with or without a knife. You wouldn’t have enough time to escape before you get caught.”

Bitch. Eren wanted to say, thinking over his options he knew it wasn’t going to be easy-he only had such an easy time with you because of all the stalking he did to figure out your routine but he had no idea who was at the door and what they could do, the risk is not worth it. He could still have tomorrow, to mess with you.

He grabs your cheeks yet again and pulls you up, your cheeks red from all the blood rush. Your hand grips his wrist, weakly. You writher under him as he nearly kissed you with his mask, “You get to live this time, bitch. But remember me, because I’ll come back for you.”

The hunting knife in his hand raises, light bouncing off it before it penetrates into your hip, you scream loudly-cuss words and insults thrown at the killer. You fall onto the bed and the killer pulls the knife out, getting up. He wipes the blood off his blade as the same blood pools out of your side onto your sheets. 

A pretty girl with pretty blood. Eren smiles.

Eren is halfway out the window before he waves goodbye sending you a creepy kiss before he jumps out the window, into the night. The breeze hits you, this isn’t a fucking dream. You couldn’t even think if he’d survive where he was going because the pain was something you’ve never felt before-you cry into your sheets, adrenaline running out quickly and the pain gets so much worse.

How many people could say that the same guy fucks them and stabs them, just you?

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