#I'm fucking losing it!!!!!!!! His hair this nails his teeth his arms I'm not o fucking KAY!!!

[fishyvamp]

Joey: -the blatant disrespect coming from your pie hole is unacceptable.

S/O: Pie hole? That's not very sigma grind of you.

Joey: What the fuck are you saying. It's like talking to an alien

S/O: Yeah, I guess you'd need to be rizz level 5 to get that

Joey: I HAVE rizz- oh my god you've infected me

TW: minor degradation, alcohol

LMFAO 😂 I'm going to be honest I think Joey would get sick of it and have you bent over the bar just to keep you quiet. So obligatory 18+ MDNI, smut under the cut. A drabble in which Joey tried to prove he ain't an old man

He knows he's going to lose the fight, the alcohol running rampant in his system. You know all his words and aren't as thrown off by them as he is of yours, but if your too busy moaning his name at least you won't be roasting him for being an old man, 19 ain't that old man.

"what's wrong doll face, Cat got your tongue?" Joey teases as he drags his fingers along your sex dipping into your fluttering hole. Body caging you to the bar. "Is this enough rizz for you?" He whispers huskily in your ear. You just chuckle bracing yourself on the bar moaning slightly, "big yikes," you huff out, "acting hella cringe." A growl escaping him, "Say one of those words one more time and I'll..."

"you'll what? get jiggy with it?" You joke, Joey looked down with a frown your smile bright and infuriating. "I'll walk away, I'll get you all hot and bothered and leave you here blue balled and needy, I'll tell Frank you're in a time out." His fingers going deeper brushing and teasing you. "I know you, I know how much you need this old man to get you off." His breath ghosting the shell of you ear. Teeth grazing softly as he removes his hand drifting upwards tracing the outline of your belly feeling it twitch under his touch, "I know you need this, so be a good toy and behave." His words low and dangerous as he lifts up.

A free Hand undoing his pants as he frees himself, heavy cock bouncing against your thigh. His hand still in place, teasing your hole feeling the way you clench around just one finger, he was determined to prove to you that he wasn't old, determined to make your brain such a mess that you forget those silly words that drive him loco. Another finger met with the other sliding inside you stretching you. Joey grunted with impatience as he lines up the cock with your tight hole moaning loudly as he thrust in. He fit like a fucking glove. Your warmth like velvet on his sensitive skin.

Grunting he picks you off the counter fucking into you harshly, "If I was old could I do this?" He asks hearing you whine in satisfaction. The weight of you feeling nice in his arms, the killer strength of the entity making you feel weightless to him. "Such a good toy, proper little fuck hole." He grunts in time with his thrusts holding you in the air nails digging into his back. You were so loud and yet so quiet. Already coming on his cock as he brushes your sweet spot over and over again. His own belly rolling and twisting. Balls begining to tighten pulling in tight as he unloads inside you. Panting heavily he falls on the couch nearby looking you brushing at your sweaty hair. "How's that for an old man."

You look up coming down from your high with a big ol', "bet." He just blinks in disbelief, "what the fuck does that mean?!"

[underratedcockblock769]

Horrors AU - The Arena

Stars. Stars dancing across a dark, fuzzy blur. God, they're so pretty. If only-

Shanx was snatched back to reality, the exhilarating shock of smelling salts dragging him back to consciousness. He could hear yelling, someone screaming in his ear before he was shoved stumbling to his feet and into a blinding white light. He blinked rapidly against the blinding floodlights, muscles screaming in protest as he struggled to stay on his feet.

 "What was I doing? Fuck. It's so goddamn bright, I can't focus."

 A punch flew for his jaw, sending the young Horror sprawling as a roar erupted from the surrounding crowd. 

Double fuck. 

The arena. 

He was in the arena. 

Screaming muscles and overworked limbs barely responded to Shanx as he staggered to his feet, barely dodging another punch. The Horror he was up against wasn't a pretty one. Over six feet tall, grey, clammy skin covered in sores, and sunken sockets where beady white eyes stared intently at Shanx, shining with bloodlust as it lunged, needle-like teeth sinking into his shoulder. Brilliant crimson poured from the wound as Shanx screamed, nails digging into the Horrors skin as he pried its jaws from him, kicking it away. He could hear his handler screaming from his corner, her harsh, screeching voice piercing his ears. 

"Kill em! Fuckin' kill em, you worthless creten or I swear to God I'll rat you out!" 

Shanx cursed. He dodged another blow, the Horrors fist glancing off of his cheekbone as he slammed his elbow into its nose, cartilage and bone crunching at the blow. Blood spewed from the Horrors nose as it reeled back, Shanx throwing a punch for the base of the ribs, unable to contain a small, satisfied grin at the wet crunch, watching the Horror drop to a knee. Shanx drew near for another blow, yelping as the Horror slashed at him, slicing through his pants and barely skimming his thigh.

 "Fuckin' bitch." 

A hand threaded its way into the Horrors' short, wiry black hair, slamming its skull into his knee, letting it drop with a dull thud. The resounding roar of the crowd was almost deafening, a sick sense of pride welling in the young Horror as he stared at his own kind, twitching on the ground. The crowd started to chant, his handler joining in the blood-thirsty clamor. 

"Finish him! Finish him! Fin-ish him!!" 

Shanx looked round, glancing at the grossly entertained people in the crowd. They were sick. Each and every one of them. He had learned not to care. He looked back to the Horror, watching as it started to twitch back to life. They never stayed down long. 

"I'll make it quick."

"I'm sorry." 

...

"You were fantastic as ever, boy. Made me a good bit o' cash today."

Shanx hummed in acknowledgement, cleaning the dried blood from his hands as his handler fawned over their winnings. The woman looked over, an eyebrow raised. 

"Wut? Not happy? You won, and you bided yerself a little more secrecy. Yain't proud, boy? Not even a little?" 

Shanx waited until he had picked off a small dry patch of blood from his skin before he responded, eyes lazily sliding over to land on his handler. 

"He was a challenge." 

His handler scoffed, rolling her eyes and giving him a 'playful' punch to the arm. It stung more than it should've. 

"Hush up now. Yain't lost a fight yet, and I don't plan on lettin' you lose any in the future. Not unless you want me to snitch." 

Shanx grimaced, flashes of the mangled corpses of executed Horrors racing through his mind before he blinked them away. He lowered his gaze, and shook his head, his voice soft and strained as he replied.

"No ma'am. I won't let you down. 

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Hello! This is a short mini-fic for an idea i had for @world-of-horrors-au Creepypasta AU in which humans have kept Horrors imprisoned and forced them to fight for their secrecy and for the humans entertainment. Still polishing the idea, but I quite enjoy it, and it allowed me to use my own Creepypasta OC, which I'll make a post on after this. I really hope you enjoy, and let me know if you want more of these mini-fics!

[upperranktwo]

When people draw Douma with black nails I literally leave this earth my soul leaves my body I just 🥴🥴🥴🥴

[weaselbrownie]

Can I request a draco smut with overstim and possibly squirting?? I'm a whore for that LOL. Thxx 💞💞

warning : smut

a/n : should i host a sleepover lol?

MASTERLIST

"You’ve got somethin to say?"

Draco hissed as he ruts into your overused cunt. Tonight he's a bit frustrated, having to lose to Gryffindor once again, he's taking his anger out on you– not that you mind. He's gotten you to cum three times already and you could already feel yourself slipping.

Your muscles ached as he gripped your calf– hoisting it up to his shoulder to get a better angle. You opened your mouth to speak but your body betrayed you, a whine falls out of you as your back arched– your high just around the corner.

"Yeah, I thought so... Enjoying yourself hm?" Draco proceeded to pound into you as his mouth lingers on the side of your jugular, sucking colorful hues into you that will unquestionably show tomorrow. His lips continued to travel down your body, stopping on your chest to catch your left breast in his mouth, sucking and slightly biting the hard bud– jolting electricity within your body.

"Drac– O-Oh fuck yes" You threw your head back– eyes shut as you found it hard to speak with the amount of pleasure you are receiving. Without having to see what's happening you could feel Draco's wet lips letting go of your nipple followed by the rough pad of his palm grabbing onto your jaw, shifting your attention to him.

"Watch that mouth or I'll stuff my cock down your throat again" His movement stops, your eyes jolting open to meet his eyes piercing into yours to make up his point,  "Do I make myself clear?" He asked again through gritted teeth, the grip he had on your jaw tightens, slightly squishing your cheeks upwards. You gradually nod your head not wanting to upset him. "Good" His voice sharp before moving his hips again, his pelvic bone hitting you just right, rocking your whole body again.

It didn't take long for the euphoric feeling stacked at the bottom of your stomach to come back, your toes curling, and your muscles tightening. Your body is numb yet you can feel Draco's hand slithering down the side of your body, the sensation lightly ticking you before his hand rests upon your clit, bringing his thumb to rub circles over the sensitive nub, dragging one loud whine out of you.

"C'mon angel you're right there" He encouraged as he started pounding into you again, the feeling of the veins on his cock rubbing against your tight walls and his rough thumb circling your clit was simply too much. Your hand found its way home to Draco's shoulder, sinking your nails onto him– leaving your marks as your high approaches you. "Let it go... I'm right behind you" His breath raspy as he dips his head down to the nip of your neck, his lips lingering on your clammy skin.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth formed an o yet no sound came out, arching your back as you hooked your arm around Draco's neck to keep him in place– his thrusts starting to become uneven. Draco's fingers didn't stop moving, helping you ride out your high until you eventually become too sensitive. He gave you one last powerful thrust before staying still, emptying himself into you.

You could feel it as thick ropes of cum started to fill you up. The sensation of his fingers on your overstimulated clit and his member twitching every once in a while made you whimper his name. Draco started to leave small nips of kisses down the side of your face, drawing himself up before pulling out of you.

Your chest heaved up and down as the feeling of his warm cum slowly leaked out of your overused cunt and onto the emerald sheets below. You started to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen– closing your eyes to take a breath as you saw stars gliding across the closed lids of your eyes.

Just as you thought you were finished you felt his lingering touch on the inside of your thigh, guiding you to open your legs again as he settles in between them. "Dray n-no" You muttered as your hand roamed the sheets in search of his.

"C'mon, why don't we try to pull one more out of you... you wanna be my good girl, no?" He murmured into your thigh, leaving kisses up until he was met with your cunt. "Look at this... so beautiful hm?" His fingers tracing around the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the leaking juices and shoving them back into your warm hole.

"N-Nooo I wanna shower... " A whine slipped past your swollen lips, your fingers wrapping around his hand to stop him. You could see Draco's head lift up from the space between your open legs– delivering soft kisses on the inside of your thigh.

"You wanna use the safeword?" His head resting on your thigh, waiting for an answer. You bit your lip and tightened the grip you have on his hand before slowly opening your mouth to speak.

"I mean– N-No it's jus–"

"Then don't interrupt me" Draco dives back into you before delivering a harsh slap on your clit. Your body jolted up as you slightly closed your legs just for him to open them again. "That's what you get, hm" He hums as he entered his middle finger into you– slipping in so easily as the juices leaked out of you, making you squirm under his touch.

Draco lets you hold his left hand as his right started thrusting into you at a rapid speed. Since he didn't give you time to cool down another orgasm was fast approaching, stronger than the last one– you squirmed under him, lifting your hips to try to get away from his strong grip. "Stay still, won't you," He slipped another finger, in which your cunt gladly accepted with ease, swallowing his fingers greedily.

The once silent room is now filled with the sounds of his fingers driving itself into you and the soft mumbles of his name escaping your lips. You knew it wouldn't be long before you reach your high again– the fifth one of the night.

"You like my fingers?... Hm, tell me how you feel angel" His soft voice luring in the air as you gathered yourself to answer a simple question he asked. You nod your head and squeezed his hand but he didn't take it. "No, none of that c'mon... use your voice" He tuts, purposely slowing down his fingers just when it felt good.

"G-Good... So g-good Draco– I like y-your fingers" Your voice slurring– feeling his cold tongue on your clit, tracing shapes as his fingers thrust at a much faster pace. Your free hand went to roam his scalp, gripping his blond locks as you grinded yourself onto him which you know he loves.

"So close aren't you..." He mumbled as his tongue began lapping at your sopping cunt. He didn't need an answer to know that you were, the grip you had on both his hand and hair is tight, your back arched off the mattress and your toes curling– whining his name as you shut your eyes. "...there we go, so good f'me yeah?" His voice vibrated through your body, adding an insane amount of pressure on your oversensitive cunt. “Cum for me angel,”

For a moment everything went dark, all you felt was the adrenaline rushing through your veins and Draco's voice– far far away. The ringing in your ear surfaces for a split second before everything came rushing down. You felt him again, his tongue and his fingers helping you ride out your high. Your breath started to become heavy again as you felt Draco slowed down his movements, coming to a stop and giving your sensitive clit a kiss before getting up.

You didn't notice it at first as your vision was still blurry but Draco's face was wet, wetter than it should've been– then it hits you "Shit!... I'm so sorry did I do that?" Panic lacing in your voice as you tried to get up just to be pushed down by Draco again.

"Hey hey hey, slow down... Why are you sorry?" He asked as he leaned to the side to grab a towel, wiping his face before placing the towel on your cunt. Your face heats up as the embarrassment starts to take over you, letting go of his hand to hide your face in your own. You could hear him chuckle from the other side before he gently removed the hand covering your face.

"Angel, I really don't know what to tell you, but that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed... don't start apologizing cause this is definitely not the last time I'm gonna make you do that," He said, affirming you before bringing your palm to his lips, leaving a kiss on each.

"Y-You're not mad?" You asked, unsure and scared for his answer.

"No of course not...You did so good, always so good f'me" His hand taking yours to place them on the back of his neck. Your fingers trembling as you played with the hair on his neck.

"Now let's get you that shower you wanted, yeah?"

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[sofreddie]

Scent from Above 2

Summary: The morning after.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Daisies/Fresh Bread/Pine

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Scenting, Scent Bond, Smut (Use of condoms, Knotting), Mentions of Marking/Claiming/Mating, Fluff

A/N: Attention thirsty bitches...get your cups ready. : ) Each part of this series will feature an @spnabobingo square.

PART 1

Jensen woke with a groan and a stretch. As he moved, he felt another warm body beside him. He cracked open his eyes, seeing Y/N in his arms, neither of them having moved from the night before. He wasn't sure what to do as he watched her sleeping.

Should he wake her?

Should he try to crawl from the bed and let her sleep?

He quickly remembered that she was in heat as she shifted to her back. Her scent struck him, drawing him in once more, his nose drifting to the scent gland in her neck.

He breathed deeply of her, musing on her scent. There was something flowery, like daisies. Something warm and rich, like fresh-baked bread. He breathed deeply once more, catching the earthy undertones of pine. Each layer brought on a feeling of home and warmth and familiarity.

After a few minutes, he decided that maybe he was being a little creepy, and maybe he should try to occupy himself until she's ready to wake. So he carefully removed himself from the bed and ordered breakfast via room service, not thinking it wise for them to be apart or in public in their conditions.

Jensen took a quick shower and dressed in a t-shirt and track pants just in time for the food to arrive. As he removed the lids and the aromas filled the space, Y/N stirred awake.

"Good morning," Jensen beamed at her as she shuffled into the main seating area of the suite.

"Morning," she blushed at him, running her fingers through her tangled hair. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her and he silently reminded himself it was only the beginning.

"Are you hungry?" he offered, gesturing to the cart, "I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little of everything."

She smiled warmly at him, "Could I take a quick shower first?" she asked, noting he already had. He nodded and silently guided her to the bathroom, watching as the door closed behind her.

He was absolutely not going to think about her naked and wet behind that door.

As he heard the shower turn on, he realized she didn't have a change of clothes with her. He quickly dug through his suitcase, finding another simple t-shirt and pants. He went to the bathroom and knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response. He took a deep breath and cracked the door open just enough to place the clothes on the counter before quickly shutting it again.

Jensen had started digging into the food by the time she came out. Her hair was down and damp, her face free of the makeup she had been wearing. His clothes draped her frame and the Alpha in him felt proudly possessive.

"Thanks for the clothes," she said as she sat on the couch with a respectable distance between them. She was nervous, not sure what to expect, and distracted herself with breakfast, "I'm in another room here," she explained, "Just a few floors down."

"What room? I'll have them send up your stuff."

"What? No," she protested, "I'm perfectly capable of getting my own things."

"It's not such a good idea to go anywhere," he began hesitantly, "And I'm not really sure I could handle it if you did," he added bashfully.

She was surprised. As she showered she thought about the events of the night before. How could she not? She was sure he would politely tell her it was a mistake, it was his rut, anything really to back out of it. But here he was, seemingly still sure.

They ate in relative silence, exchanging smiles and giggles between bites of food. They were both trying to ignore the fact that their biologies were ramping up once more, their urges becoming prevalent.

"Come here," Jensen softly spoke as he tugged at her. She went willingly, letting him guide her to straddle his lap on the couch. He buried his nose in her neck once more, humming in satisfaction as he took his fill of her. She scented him in turn, slowly allowing herself to believe it was real.

He placed a wet kiss on her neck, making her moan. He did it once more, teasing the tip of his tongue and her hips involuntarily ground down against his.

He was so very hard and so very there.

A moan slipped past his lips and Y/N shuttered. It was the most erotic sound she'd ever heard and she felt a swell of pride at being the one to bring it from him. She did it again, slowly and more purposefully this time, teasing them both.

"You want that, Omega?" he breathily asked as he ground up against her core, his hands squeezing her hips.

"So much, Alpha," she replied, before kissing him hard. Jensen responded eagerly, opening his mouth for her as she introduced her tongue. He moaned again, her hips now steadily working against him.

Their clothes were quickly shed, each piece being thrown without care as they bared themselves to one another.

"Condom?" she asked bashfully as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Jensen blindly retrieved one, his face buried in Y/N's breasts as he licked and sucked at her supple flesh. He held it up to show her, still preoccupied. She chuckled and took it from him, opening it with her teeth.

"Wait," he said, finally lifting his head from her chest to meet her eyes after she rolled the condom down his shaft, "Don't you want me to-" his fingers strayed to her core and she shook her head adamantly.

"No," she breathed, "Just you."

She shifted her hips and sunk down on his length with a long moan. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her tightly to him. The breath was punched out of him. She surprised him, he wasn't ready. But at the same time, he was so fucking ready.

Hell, he was ready to take her and claim her in the alleyway last night.

After they both adjusted, he loosened his hold, keeping his arms securely around her. She pulled back to look into his eyes as she began to move, sliding slowly up and down. Her jaw dropped open, the sensation of his thick girth pushing and stretching against her walls amazingly perfect.

Jensen almost couldn't stand the intensity, the intimacy of her gaze. This was quickly becoming the sappiest moment of his life and he couldn't complain one bit.

"J-Jay," she breathed out, adjusting her hips to a new angle and pressing her chest against his. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of her calling his name. He groaned and went straight for her neck. After a good long scent, he opened his mouth, licking a line before clamping his lips down to suck a dark mark.

She cried out, her hips jerking, and he thrust up in response, sucking harder.

"D-don't claim me," she stuttered, riding him hard for the both of them.

"Not this time," he reluctantly agreed with a smirk.

He wanted to. God did he want to. He knew she was his and he was hers. But he also knew that she needed time to adjust. That she wasn't ready. That she wanted it but hadn't fully let herself believe it. He'd give her all the time she needed.

She panted as she rode him and he thrust up into her. He couldn't get the angle or speed that he wanted. And he wanted to be deeper. With a frustrated snarl, he wrapped his arms around her and dropped her on her back on the couch swiftly, still buried inside her.

She gasped and he plunged hard, knocking her body up the couch a few inches.

"Yes!" she cried out desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders. He growled and gave her all he had, riding them hard through their highs.

His knot popped and his teeth ached as his eyes locked onto her pulse beating rapidly beneath the taut skin of her neck. Feeling himself lose control, he turned his head, biting down into the couch cushion and growling as he emptied himself into the condom.

His teeth didn't release the pillow until his body calmed and he felt the urge pass. He immediately buried his face in her neck, lapping against the dark purple mark he'd left earlier, his mind letting him pretend it was his claim.

They spent the next few days in much the same fashion until her heat and his rut had finally passed.

"Stay just one more night with me?" he asked as she came out of the bathroom in her own clothes. Jensen ended up having her things delivered after all, "My flight's pretty early in the morning. But we can spend one more night," he pleaded, his hands on her waist as she shouldered her Winchester Bros. branded weekend bag.

He didn't miss the opportunity to playfully rib her over it either.

"I can't, Jay," she pouted. She had quickly adopted the nickname for him and he was thrilled with how comfortable she grew around him in such a short amount of time. He did his best all weekend to show - and say - just how much he wanted her and how sure about them he was.

"If you let me claim you we could take Mate Leave," he grinned.

She playfully slapped his shoulder and scolded him, "I just want both of us to be totally sure before making such a permanent commitment," she said for the umpteenth time that weekend.

"Next time then," he joked, wiggling his brows, "I stole one of your shirts, FYI," he added, blushing, "I think I'd go insane if I didn't have your scent around me."

"I guess that's okay," she said, "'Cause I took one of yours too," she looked to the ground bashfully. He laughed before cupping her face and kissing her hard.

"We'll find a way to see each other soon," he promised.

PART 3

Forevers:

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[blueeyedheizer]

near death experience - four/billy (smut)

WARNINGS: smut, oral (m on f), orgasm denial, cursing

A/N: I missed writing for ben, so here's a filthy little thing for y'all 👉🏻👈🏻 (18+ only, this is seriously pure descriptive smut) I think this might be one of my fav smuts so far (along with the matt one i'm currently writing 🥵) ++ update: the pixie trailer just came out, i'm right on time aaah

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"You could've gotten yourself killed." Billy speaks against your lips, his hand cupping your jaw as he backs you up against the wall.

"I'm a big girl, Billy. I was handling the situation." you answer, rolling your eyes at his overreaction. You push him away slightly and free your jaw from his loosening grip.

"You disobeyed an order and that almost cost you your life, Y/N. I don't care if you think you had everything under control. You would be dead if it wasn't for Seven intervening."

"But I made it out alive. Isn't that what matters?" he lets out a sigh before taking a step back, anxiously rubbing his face and running his hand through his hair.

"You scared me to death, Y/N."

You knew Billy was having a hard time separating his feelings from work, and that cost him a great amount of pain when the team lost Six. The younger boy had become like a brother to him, and Billy couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else, of losing you. You can't help but feel bad as you watch him pace around the room.

"Hey..." you call softly, walking over to him and reaching for his arm. You get a hold of his hands and pull him closer to rest your forehead against his. "I'll be more careful next time. I promise."

You only get a small nod in response before his lips are softly pressed against yours. The kiss starts out innocent and sweet but it soon turns into something more needy. Your hands bury themselves in his hair pulling him closer to you. Billy's hands slid up your back as he deepens the kiss. You close your eyes and moan softly as he leads you to the bed and pushes you down on it. He's quick to climb on top of you, his strong arms holding him up on both sides of your head. Your hands move to his chest and travel down until you reach the hem of his t-shirt, one hand slipping under it to trace his abs, smirking against his lips as you do. Billy breaks the kiss to take it off, you doing the same with yours. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean up to capture his lips in a heated kiss, one hand snaking to the back of his neck as he starts moving his lips down to your neck, causing you to fall back against the pillow with a satisfied sigh. His lips move from your neck to your collar, trailing his way slowly down to your breasts. You hold yourself up on your elbows only long enough to unclasp your bra, allowing his lips to travel over the newly exposed skin. He takes a nipple into his mouth and starts to sucking gently while your hand slides up your body to grab your other breast and starts toying with the nipple, your back arching from the mattress.

"Fuck, I need you." you whine and pull him back up to kiss him, catching his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling it gently to emphasise your point. Billy groans at your words and crashes his lips back against yours, kissing you as if it was the very last time.

"Remember our safe word?" he whispers against your ear, making you shiver. You nod eagerly and go back to kissing him, your hips starting to buck upwards.

With one last kiss to your lips, Billy lowers himself until his head is level to your crotch and begins to unzip your pants. You help him with their removal, leaving you in just your underwear. His lips start kissing up your thighs slowly, getting you ready for him. The prominent throbbing between your legs becomes more and more intense with each kiss and you clench your hands into fists when he finally gets rid of your panties, exposing your wetness.

"So, so pretty." Billy leans in to press a single open mouthed kiss to your clit, causing your body to jerk in anticipation. He looks up at you with a smirk before going back to kissing your thighs, occasionally leaving marks on your skin. You whine, begging for him to touch you.

That's when his mouth finally comes in contact with your throbbing heat. Your hips lift off the bed as the first moans of pleasure slip past your lips. His tongue glides down the length of your slit before moving back up and ending the motion with a swirl of his tongue around your already pulsating clit. He's holding your thighs apart with both hands sprawled across them to give his tongue full access to you, licking along your folds before settling on your clit again, alternating between giving it small kitten licks and sucking.

"Fuck, baby." you whine, one hand clenched tightly in his hair while the other is busy squeezing your breasts. Billy moans against your flesh, flattens his tongue and licks all the way up your folds before covering you with the entirety of his mouth again, his tongue spreading your wetness around, massaging your walls in a way that makes you forget how to breathe properly. A louder moan slips out of you when his lips wrap themselves around your clit, sucking firmly while his tongue flicks over the sensitive bundle. “oh shit, babe," you gasp, you stomach tightening. "'m so close." You shove your other hand into his hair, making sure he stays there while you grind desperately against his tongue, needing a release.

Billy can feel that you're close, and when your moans become helpless whines and pleas he pulls away, looking up at you with a cocky grin.

"No...no, no, no don't stop." you cry out, eyes widening. Your walls clench around nothing and your hips thrust forward as you throw your head back against the pillow, your hands slamming against the sheets to grip them. Your breathing is erratic, and it only gets worse when Billy creeps his hands further up your thighs, holding them in place.

And then he's back at it again, teasing your entrance with his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth before detaching his lips from you again, making you cry out.

And he does it again, and again, until you're writhing uncontrollably underneath him, body physically aching for the release that he keeps taking away from you.

"Please...please. It hurts." you sob, the throbbing sensation between your legs becoming achingly unbearable.

"Mmm...it hurts?" he teases, the vibrations of his voice only adding more to your pleasure. He waits until you stop moving to lean in and press a single kiss to your clit, his index finger sliding through your folds to apply pressure on it, slowly starting to rub the oversensitive bundle.

"O-Oh, god.” You're close to drawing blood as your teeth captures your lower lip, back arching in response to his touch. His name is leaving your lips in breathless pants now, a loud gasp leaving the back of your throat once he dives back in, his tongue working you just right. Within seconds you're about to cum, but once again Billy pulls away when you're on the verge of orgasming.

"No...no, please." you whine desperately, a few tears wetting your cheeks, your hips now violently jerking upwards. "It hurts. It hurts, please. I need to cum."

"Shh..." he murmurs, placing kisses everywhere but where you need him. Once you've calmed down from your sixth denied orgasm, he wastes no time and dips downward again to repeat the same treatment, flicking your clit over and over again, his nails digging into the soft skin of your thighs as you writhe uncontrollably beneath him, pleading, begging for more, the feeling of his tongue driving you crazy. You feel your orgasm build up again, jaw dropping wide open as he rubs just the right spots, leaving you a moaning, screaming mess.

"You gonna cum for me baby?"

"Yes. Yesyesyes." you moan out, ready to just do that.

He can feel how tense you are, how close you are. He lets go of your thighs and lets them wrap around his head as your orgasm finally explodes, sending intense waves of shock through your body. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, legs shaking violently as Billy continues his assault, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Once you've calmed down from your high, Billy leaves a trail of kisses up your body until he reaches your lips, capturing them in a deep kiss. Your breathing is still heavy, so he falls down on the bed next to you and lets you catch your breath, pulling you closer and planting a kiss to the top of your head.

"Fucking hell." you pant, resting the back of your hand against your forehead. "If this is what I get when—"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence." he interrupts and you burst into a fit of giggles, leaning up to kiss him again.

[rocorambles]

Holy Fuck!! Haha I'm sorry, I'm not the anon who requested that possessive Atsumu hc, but I'm DYING to see a part 2 of that and can't help but pile on. Ik you're probably busy with kinktober planning but maybe you could put this on the backburner? I'm thinking Osamu somehow manages to get you alone, and shows you how good he can make you feel without hurting you like that, shows you what it's supposed to feel/be like. Then reader is questioning it all but obviously Atsumu is quick to figure out what Osamu did, so he sends the message home that you will always be his with some aggressive-jealous-possessive hate sex.

Poor Osamu. All he did was try to help, but he just made things so so so much worse for Atsumu’s poor darling

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Infidelity, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Choking/Abuse/Violence, Slight Watersports/Piss Play

You’re surprised that Osamu is always hanging around, always asking to catch up with you after the first time he meets you in Atsumu’s apartment. But what confuses you most is how...worried he always looks when he gazes at you, brows furrowing when he looks at the loving marks Atsumu had gifted you. And you wonder if you should ask him what’s bothering him. 

But with Atsumu always closely trailing along and breathing down both your necks, it’s hard to question him about it and you just shrug it off and giggle as Atsumu is even touchier than usual when you’re out and about with his twin, calloused hands almost never leaving your body, and you’re ignorant of the stare-off the twins have above your head as you lean into the familiar touch. 

However, Osamu has always been the more patient of the two and he doesn’t mind playing the long waiting game, seizing a rare opportunity when Atsumu is out of town for an away game and you’re at the apartment by yourself for the weekend, a busy work season keeping you close to the office and unable to join your boyfriend on his trip. He invites himself over under the guise of having some new recipes for you to test and the two of you genuinely enjoy the time together, chattering and laughing as you cook together. But there’s a tension in the air as the two of you quietly sit down to eat and just as you’re about to ask about the way his eyes linger on a particularly fresh mark on your throat, you gasp when Osamu hesitantly and gently reaches across the table to hold your hand, delicately tracing his thumb across your skin. 

“Love...love should be sweet, tender, and affectionate. It should never hurt.” 

You feel strange as his fingertips lightly brush over the finger shaped bruises on your wrist, unsure why your eyes are watering, why your bottom lip begins to quiver at his words. But when he tentatively walks over to you and crouches besides your seated figure, softly asking if he can show you how you should be treated, how you deserve to be treated, you shyly nod your head and let him lead you to your bedroom. And despite the pang of guilt you feel, knowing this is wrong, knowing that there would be hell to pay if Atsumu found out about this, you lose yourself in Osamu’s attentive motions, his soothing caresses, his kind words and praises. 

There are no bruises, no aches, no piercing teeth or nails, no degrading comments. And you feel only warm and sated when the two of you finally finish, a radiant smile on your face as you sink into Osamu’s embrace, wondering if this is really what love is supposed to feel like. 

But reality fully sinks in when you wake up the next morning and there’s a weight on your chest as guilt and doubt cruelly dig their claws into you. How could you cheat on Atsumu? Did you really love Atsumu? Did Atsumu even love you? Is there a future with Osamu? The questions eat you alive and Osamu parts ways before his brother returns home, kissing you once more and telling you he’d be waiting for you to make your decision, waiting with open arms if you decided to choose him. 

You try to act normal when your blonde lover enthusiastically bounds into your apartment, swinging you around in his arms and whining about how much he missed you while he was gone. And you think you’ve done a decent job maintaining your usual facade as Atsumu continues babbling on and on about the game, about his team. But when night comes, you freeze at the familiar dark glint in his eyes as he swiftly and forcefully carries you to your shared bedroom. 

Everything feels wrong and you wince as he treats you like a rag doll, like a piece of meat, his hands roughly gripping you, fingers digging painfully into your skin, teeth biting down too harshly. And you try to take it like you always do, obediently, quietly, submissively, silently telling yourself that this is just how Atsumu relays his love for you, that everyone has a different love language. But you can’t help but compare and when Atsumu bullies his way between your legs, your muscles screaming as he forces your thighs wide apart, you defy him for the first time, begging him to slow down, to be more gentle. 

He stares in shock, wondering where this sudden change of attitude is coming from, wondering what has you acting so strangely, but fury begins to kindle inside of him at the next words that escape your mouth as memories of a silver haired man who shares his face saying the same exact sentence play over and over again in his mind.

“Love should be sweet, tender, and affectionate. It shouldn’t hurt.” 

You recoil when the blonde man above you begins to loudly cackle, uncertainty and fear making you back up and inch away from your lover. But you scream when your legs are suddenly being hauled over broad shoulders, wailing and sobbing as Atsumu shoves his cock inside of you in one savage thrust, the new position making the tight fit even worse, a stabbing pain lancing through you as he folds you in half. 

“What else did ‘Samu teach you while I was gone? Did he give you some hands on lessons too?” 

He says it as a derisive joke, not believing for a second that you, his precious girl, would ever betray him like that, especially not with his own twin. But something cold jolts through him when he sees the guilt in your eyes, when you can’t even meet his gaze. And he knows. He knows. And you let out a blood curling shriek when a hand wraps around your throat, squeezing and squeezing until you really think this might be the end, your body convulsing and your hands clawing in a last frantic fight for your life. 

But just when the darkness begins to encroach on your vision, just when you’re ready to submit to eternal slumber, he suddenly lets go and you wonder if you’d have been better off dead as he fucks you with reckless abandon, anger, betrayal, and hurt fueling his intensity and you’re sure that it’s not just your own arousal lubricating each of his thrusts, a quick peek downwards confirming your suspicion as crimson liquid mixes in with the mess between your legs. 

It hurts. You’re scared. And your unconscious cries for Osamu to save you only make everything worse as Atsumu sees red. 

The details are hazy and you know you’re flitting in and out of consciousness, alternating between sobbing and just laying limply as you’re covered with cum, blood, maybe even piss. You’re unsure. Unsure of everything except pain and fear, blindly nodding your head when Atsumu growls at you, makes you promise that you’re his, only his, for the rest of your life, forever, until your body is six feet under the ground. 

And Atsumu smiles when he looks at your exhausted passed out body, satisfaction thrumming through his body as he pulls out the engagement ring he had been planning to surprise you with and slips it onto your finger. 

It’s “till death do us part” now and he has every intention of making sure you never forget it. 

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Alright... As a Treat... Blake/Fem MC NSFW Snippet

Yeah, so, as it says above... this is NSFW! Read at your own discretion! Big big WARNING FOR NSFW MATERIALS AND SCENE. Very detailed! Viewer discretion!!! This is rather old too, like over half a year, so! (And if you enjoy... there's a few scenes up on Patreon rn too ;))

Blake quietly closes your bedroom door behind you both, then locks it. You watch as his eyes roam over your room, before finally coming back to you. A familiar look of hunger and fire are in his hazel eyes, reminding you of the ones he's been giving you since the moment you both met. Your thighs squeeze together as those eyes burn into yours, sending heat through your body. You hold your hand out to him, waiting. 

He moves forward a step, a grin sliding onto his face, but then it falters and he halts. "Are you sure that this is what you want?" Something in those words, the quietness of which he spoke them, the underlying pain... it tugged at your heart. 

"Of course it is. Why would you ask that?" He chuckles a little sadly at your words, a dark shadow dulling the embers inside of them. 

"Amongst supernaturals, I'm  considered a beast. Most people won't... ruin themselves with us. And with humans... well, bikers aren't exactly the guys people consider bringin' home to their mamans." You can see the pain all of this causes him. No wonder he's so closed off on telling you how he's feeling... he gets what it's like. He gets it all too well.

You blink back the tears in your eyes as you make your way over to him, grabbing his face gently in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. "I don't think you're a beast, Blake. And I'm certainly not going to throw you out after sleeping with you." You see surprise and a hurt longing flare in his eyes, and before you can stop yourself, your lips are on his, his slightly chapped ones scraping against yours. You peel off his leather jacket as his tongue asks for entrance, leaving you to moan as yours dances with his, sending licks of heat down to your stomach, and further below. Your hands run over his chest and back as his do the same, only under your shirt. The moment they slipped under, you moaned, earning you a ragged chuckle and a squeeze to the fleshy part of your hip. His calluses and scars drag over your skin as his hands warm it, sending more kernels of pleasure through you and chills down your spine.

Soon, your knees begin to feel like Jell-O, and it's only then that he pulls away from his place of nibbling down your neck, using his stubble to scrape and scratch the smooth skin there. He pulls his hands back from teasing your breasts under your bra, giving the hardened nipples one last flick, then removes his shirt to reveal his muscular, scarred chest. You've seen him with no shirt on, of course you have, but you never really got to see. Your eyes, and hands, eagerly touch and discover his scars, some like animal bites and claw marks, some more like knife wounds and gunshots. You can feel his warm breath across your face and neck as he watches and just feels you, until he seems to not be able to take it anymore and suddenly lifts you bridal style, laughing loudly at your yelp of surprise. 

"I wasn't done," you whine, lightly nipping his neck. You feel a growl rubble in his chest, but it never makes it to your ears.

"Mmm, you can go back to your touching after I get my next turn," he says roughly, his voice gravelly from his breathing. He gives you a passionate kiss before stripping off your own shirt. You flush when his eyes rake over your now exposed skin, his hunger back in full force. As he slips your bra off, letting your breasts free, he growls, "I'm going to devour you." You can't think much of a response when his mouth returns to yours, his kiss heated and consuming. Part of you focuses on how his hands inch down your sides to your pants, and of the tug he gives as he un buttons them. The sound of the zipper going down. 

Then he's gently guiding you onto your back whispering sweet nothings against your lips as he slips your pants and underwear off in one go. He pulls back, his hands holding him up on either side of your head, his strong hips between your bare legs. Like he's waiting for you to make a move now, to truly confirm this is what you want.

You look into his eyes, and it's the shadows of pain still present there that fuel you to move, to reach up and gently pull his face down to yours, to place a sweet, slow kiss on his lips. He groans against your mouth as he moves one arm under your shoulders and uses the other to lowe himself until your bare chests press together, and your mound presses against the trail of hairs on his stomach leading under his pants. You lightly press your thighs against his sides as you kiss him, your body soaking in the heat that seems to just pour from him. 

Eventually, he pulls away, moving his lips over your jaw and neck again, but this time he continues over your collarbones, until he reaches your chest. He presses a soft kiss in the valley between your breasts, before he moves his mouth to begin teasing one of their peaks with his teeth and tongue. You knot your fingers into his hair as he does, arching your back towards him, but it's when his hand starts to trail down to where you heart beat seems to have migrated that your breath finally catches. You don't breath until one of his rough-padded fingers slips between your lower lips, running down your slit to gather moisture before returning...

You bite your lip in satisfaction as his finger begins to stroke circles over the aching bundle of nerves back at the top of your slit, his calluses causing just enough friction to cause your legs to jerk with each roll of his finger. You drag his mouth back to yours before it can go to your other breast, your mouth hungering for his now. This time, it's you who heatedly kisses him, bringing a grin to his face, and you buck against him when a second finger joins the first. He speeds up his strokes, his mouth eagerly taking in the moans and whimpers and mewls that leave yours, and when you finally come, lights bursting in your vision and your legs wobbling uncontrollably as your toes curl, he drinks in the stream of mixed noises you release as pleasure pours through your body.

Blake pulls his lips away from yours as your body goes boneless. He carefully moves his weight to one side, his body still poised over yours halfway, and lets his hand soothe your face and hair as your breath comes in pants. Your hand fell out of his hair when you came, and now its simply laid out on the bed, half clenched. You shiver when his lips ghost over your forehead and brow, leaving soft, chaste kisses in their wake. 

Once you've calmed your breathing, you reach out and lightly run your nails down the plains of his chest, earning a hiss of pleasure from him. On their way back up, you graze his nipple, then grin at the soft growl he lets out at the touch. "I wasn't so cruel to you, beautiful," he murmurs into your hair as your hand splays out over his pec, his heart pounding under your fingers.

"Poor baby wolf," you croon as you tilt your head up enough to nip his chin. "Are you going to say that when you're moving between my hips and my nails claw your back?" He shivers near violently at your words, his hand playing with your breast again, teasing the sensitive skin under it.

"Depends on if you're actually plannin' to have me between them," he growls against your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. You grip the bicep of the hand he's using to play and give a soft jerk. The hand moves away, moving down his chest to his pants. 

"Stand up so I can unbuckle your pants," you breath, and he does so, crawling off of you to instead stand between where your feet hang off the bed. You sit up and scoot down, your knees on either side of his thighs as you undo his belt. You bite your lip at how intense his gaze is on you as you pull it from his jeans, so you bounce a little to get his attention elsewhere before you lose your nerve. It seems to work, as his gaze flickers down, letting you open his pants in peace. As you start sliding them down his hips, his member springs loose, so heavy that it can't quite reach his stomach. Your inner walls squeeze on thin air as your hands wrap around him and his sac, teasingly pulling and squeezing. He lets out a snarl of satisfaction, but before you get long to play with him, he's pulling your hands away and moving you back on the bed, where the pillows are instead this time.

"You keep that up and I'll end up coming like some teenager," he says in a lower, more hoarse voice. It sends sparks through you every time he speaks. He keeps talking as he crawls over you again, "I've had many lonely nights after watching you purposefully tease me on your way out of rooms. Also after dreams of fucking you until neither of us can walk, in every position I know, of you... saying what you did tonight." He gives your slit a long, teasing lick before finally covering you with his body again, his hips between your crooked knees, already opened to him in invitation. Your breath catches as his tip presses against you. 

"And here I didn't know you were a romantic," you whisper half-heartedly, pulling his lips back to yours, his chest hair scraping against your sensitive skin. One of his hands lock around your thigh, moving it a little higher as your other one wraps around his hip. 

And, as his mouth plunders yours again, he slowly slips inside of you. You let out a garbled breath as he slowly stretches you, sending bursts of pleasure to the

new coil forming in your stomach. He doesn't fully push in, instead he waits until you adjust some. Your walls clench and flex around him eagerly, and his growling has become a permament, low rumble in your ears and chest. 

And finally, he moves. Slowly, slow thrusts, each moving more of himself inside, his member steadily making its way in until he hilts inside, causing your hips to jerk, causing heat to flame through your already overheated body. 

"God damn it, you feel good," he snarls, the muscles in his back flexing as he keeps his control, keeps himself moving slow and to not hurt. Your hands eager roam the expansion of golden tan skin, ending at his paler hips and upper thighs. All that greets your ears for a few moments is the sound of his skin moving against yours as he finally gets a faster rhythm, not quite quick but fast enough that he can go deeply with each thrust. Your renewed whimpers and moans fill the air as his chest scrapes your swollen breasts. 

When he speaks again, it takes all your might not to release again so soon. His voice has a guttural edge to it, one you're sure means his taking of you has become completely serious. "I spent many dreams breathing in your scent, and it was so hard to not pounce on your when I could smell your arousal, hear your heart pound because you wanted this as much as I did."

"Why didn't you try to sleep with me before?" You ask, each word a struggle to release. His face moves into your field of view, and you see the answer in his eyes, hear it as his mind shouts it to you, his mental barrier cracked just enough forvyou to hear: I wanted you to not think of me as everyone else does. 

Through the pleasure clouding your mind, something breaks inside, something that is by far not immune to his pain. You bury your lips against his, saving him from trying to say the painful words aloud, and begin to rock your hips even more in time with his. You've noticed something odd throughout his time inside of you, like he was growing bigger. When your hips rock a certain way, you can feel the struggle; he actually is getting bigger.

This idea leaves your head as his hand dips between your bodies and his mouth sucks harshly on your neck, and the next thing you know, you release a loud cry as you come again, your body hypersensitive to everywhere you touch him. He lets out another snarl, before it seems his orgasm hits too, and your still

spasming body pulls him inside of you. 

Panic flutters around your mind, but more worrisome is the fact that he's still arched over you, sweating and gasping, shudders goin through him. You worriedly stroke his back. "What's wrong with you?" 

"Sorry I didn't warn you," he groans, burying his face in your neck, "but werewolves, wolf Faerals... a few other types of wolf supers have this... issue."

"'Issue'?" 

"Think of dogs, love," his hips press closer to mine as a particularly rough shiver goes through him. Think of do-... oh.

"You do that thing too, huh?" You gently stroke his hair as you watch his hand knot into the covers. 

"M-Mhhmm. I'm almost done; it's a fucking hassle." You snort, and a few seconds after his body leans heavily on you, clearly spent. 

[blueberryrock]

Hey guys and gals, so it turns out that they released the new suf early on the cn app, and not only can I not watch it early (not too mad about that) but my favorite character (Blue Diamond) has a freaking song!!!!

I am very tempted to listen to it, but no, I must stay stronger. Enjoy the new chapter

(Yellow's pov)

I angrily pace around my room, how could Blue not react to news like that, there is a difference from bottling up your emotions and not showing any at all.

And I should know, but I expected her to start crying or for her to show some sort of emotion. I take my helmet off and I throw it on my bed, I run my gloved hand through my coarse hair.

I let out an exhausted sigh, I walk to my bed and I fall onto my back, I begin to pluck strands of hair from my scalp.

She knows what happened with Pink, and how she turned into Steven, and he has none of her memories...I don't want to lose her too, but she's making the rest of her time hard for me to spend it with her.

Or is it me that's doing it? Maybe I should message her...Maybe I should talk to Steven about this? I don't know how much help he will be, he did say that he doesn't remember much when he was a baby.

Maybe I should see if that Garnet would be willing to talk, she was there when Pink was pregnant with Steven, but I highly doubt that she'll want to talk to me.

I should just get some work done and deal with everything later. I sluggishly sit up, I pull my hand out from my hair and I shake off a clump of freshly plucked hair.

I groan and rub my face with my hands, I should definitely do something productive now. I groan again as my big yellow doors open.

"Yellow" Stevens small voice echo in the room.

"Yes" I lay my head in my hands.

"I came to check on you. Spinel told me what happened after I left" Steven makes his way over to my bed, I offer him to jump in my hand, and I gently put him on the plush yellow bed "so what's wrong?"

I cross my arms on my chest "it's nothing, i'm fine" I grind my teeth together.

"Yellow" Steven says somewhat annoyed.

"Fine, it's just that we learned that we probably lost one of the gemlings, and Blue didn't even get upset or start crying" I mutter out, a small arc of lighting forms from my knee to my mid-thigh.

"And?" Steven presses.

"And, I'm over here about to cry over it" I curl my hand into fists, more of an angry cry then a sad one.

Steven places his tiny hand on my thigh "maybe, she's just dealing with it differently, everyone does. Take me and Amethyst for example, in stressful situations I tend to get emotional, and Amethyst tends to get aggressive and angry towards others" Steven explains "so, you're frustrated and angry while blue could try and hide it from us, but she's probably just as upset as you are"

I sigh and fall onto my back and I accidentally Steven flying into the air and back a few feet "you're probably right, maybe I should message her?"

"Maybe give her some space to" Steven walks back to where he was sitting.

I turn my head to look at him, "once again, you're probably right" I run my hand through my hair again, more lighting forms. Ugh, I still don't know why she didn't seem to care.

I start picking strands of hair from my head, and Steven seems to notice "Yellow, what are you doing?" He asks worriedly.

"What? I'm not doing anything" I say as I try to shake off a clump of hair.

"That" he points to the clump.

"Oh, it's a habit that I do when I'm...thinking" I sit back up. "Well I normally run my hand through my hair when I'm thinking, but if I'm nervous I tend to start pulling some of it"

I finally just brush the clump of hair off my hand and onto the floor. "Well you need to stop that and relax" Steven says.

"Well everything that I would want to do, you wouldn't find very relaxing" I look down at him.

"Oh, maybe we can go to your sauna" Steven says cheerfully.

"It might make me feel better" I slightly smile at him.

"Then let's go" Steven leaps off of my bed.

"Alright alright, but let's stop by Spinel's room so you can change" I push myself off the bed and exit my room with Steven.

(Blue's pov)

"Yellow, I'm very sorry that I didn't react to the very concerning news, umm, it's just that the shock of the news didn't affect me then but now I've cried for an entire cycle about it. Please, I'm just as torn up about this as you are, please let me speak to you in person" I speak into my recording device "i-i'm sorry, if you let me speak to you, I c-can fix it. I am sorry"

I hit the stop button of my recording device, I lay my head on my vanity in shame. If only I could talk to her, I could fix it.

I lift my head and I look back at the floating screen, my eyes turn to look at the send button. My finger hovers over it, but instead I close the screen.

I sigh. I wish I were back in the old days, not for the colonizing part, but for how awkwardly adorable Yellow used to be around me. Back then, my feelings for her were so simple, but now everything is so damn complicated.

Back then, if I didn't show any emotion Yellow would've been fine with it, but now I'm like a monster to her.

Stars, why can't I just be happy? Or at the very least enjoy what's happening? I place my hand on my belly, I dig my nails into my skin, carefully trying not to draw any blood.

Fuck it. I'm going to go and see her, and maybe, just maybe, tell her how I actually feel. I push back my chair and stand up, I quickly walk out of my chambers, down the hall, past White's room, and straight towards Yellow's room.

I stop right in front of her door, my hand is barely an inch away from the panel. Should I do this? Yellow said to leave her alone. What if she won't talk to me....What if she will hate me for this. What if she...okay, calm down. One of worst things she can do is tell you to go away or she will tell you that she doesn't love you anymore and that she doesn't want to see you ever again...

I quickly retract my hand away from the panel, maybe I should think about this more, no, I've done enough thinking. I slam my hand on the panel, the big golden doors open and warm air hits me.

"Yellow?" I poke my head in the room "I've come to talk to you" I walk into Yellow's room.

"I know you said to leave you alone, but I'm too anxious to really do that" the doors close behind me. I walk further into the seemingly empty room.

I sigh, I guess she left. Probably to talk to White about what a horrible gem I am, or to Spinel, o-or Steven. She's probably telling them that they should stay away from an emotionless monster.

I sit down on Yellow's golden bed, I rest my head in my hands. Stars, I drove her away, I should just go back to my chambers and-. I hear the sound of yellow's big golden doors open, and I excitedly look up to see Yellow diamond and Steven walking into the room.

"Blue?" Steven calls out surprised.

I weakly glance at Yellow, if looks could shatter, I'd be gone a long time ago.

"What are you doing here" Yellow says angrily.

"I-i came to apologize" I scramble to my feet.

"I don't want to hear it" Yellow replies coldly.

"Yellow, you should hear her out, cause the only thing you should do is tell her to leave" Steven says.

"Fine" Yellow says through gritted teeth "but make it quick"

I take an unesscary breath in "Yellow, I-I am very sorry, I didn't mean for it to turn out this way" I start breaking down "I am very upset that we've lost one of the gemlings, it's j-just that the shock of i-it didn't hit me until I caused you t-to storm out"

A few tears roll down my cheeks "we both probably know that I don't have a whole lot of time left, a-and I don't want to spend it torn apart because of something that I've done" I look at her through watery eyes.

She walks over to me, she wraps her warm arms around me as I sob into the crook of her neck.

"Shh it's okay" Yellow whispers in my ear as she strokes my hair. I watch Steven quietly leave the room, after more crying and my aura almost escaping, we end up on Yellow's bed.

"Does this mean you forgive me? I understand if you don't" I look down at my hands.

"I haven't decided that yet, but Blue" I look at Yellow with semi-watery eyes. "I want you to be completely honest with me"

Oh stars.

"Is there something else that's wrong?"

And ta-da! I'm not good at emotional scenes or apologizing scenes, but I think I did okay. Hope y'all enjoy that, I would like to say I'm taking a break this week, so now new chapter till the 4 of April.

Bye!