#I'm gonna rip your legs off and then my own I want BLOOD

[1shimaru]

so pissed that the neighbors took our broken air filter (that *i* set out!! with other items that were v OBVIOUSLY trash)

and then when they found out it was broken (DUH, that's why I put a BRIGHT YELLOW SIGN that said TRASH on it, fucking IDIOTS) they left, ragged box and all, it next to their trash cans, which are AGAINST OUR HOUSE!!

so now our trash that was SUPPOSED to be taken away is STILL not gone (you could request to remove 10 items max!! by taking one of our items, the pick up wasn't efficient!!!! I only get 2 free pickups a YEAR and you WASTED IT!!!)

PLUS it's against OUR house instead of ROTTING inside theirs, so it looks like WE'RE being irresponsible and leaving trash out, when IT'S! NOT! MY! FAULT!!! *i* did the work, *i* packed everything, *i* made the appropriate calls!!

We have a shared alleyway too and they leaned MORE TRASH against OUR HOUSE!! It was fine when it was a dresser tucked away under our steps, but it's the dresser, some chairs, THREE BIKES, BUCKETS OF SOMETHING!!!?? I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU!!!

[diejager]

I'm back with my guilty taste (not so guilty actually) stepdad! König and dbf! Horangi....I like to swim in deep and dangerous waters. I'm sorry.

¡Sí, padrastro! König hierve crudo cuando salimos con Horangi sin él... Lo puedo adivinar. Tenemos una pijamada/fiesta con un amigo, que realmente lo es, con el consentimiento de nuestra madre. Ella conoce a nuestro amigo, confía plenamente en él, sin ningún motivo para decir que no a querer pasar la noche en su casa. Incluso admite que con nuestro regreso haríamos una linda pareja, en comparación con König y Horangi.

I leave the idea there.

(Tiemblo de sólo imaginarlo, ¡Dam! No puedo tener suficiente, ayuda)

I’m gonna be honest with you, I had to use google translate for this and the translations were uh… going left and right, but I think I understood the gist of it. cw: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, rough sex, manhandling, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, blood kink, marking kink, wound, jealous stepdad!könig, tell me if I missed any.

König saw red when he heard that you were sleeping at a friend’s house, a boy’s house at that. Childhood friends, your mother told him, growing up together and having shared the same class until college when you went your separate ways while still keeping in touch since he lived right across the streets.

He knew the boy, he’d seen Kevin wave at your mother and you when he saw you, strutting up for a quick conversation; he’d heard Kevin talk to you on the phone and saw the smile growing on your lips and that bubbly laugh he wanted to own; and he’d seen you hang out with Kevin, waving him goodbye from your doorstep.

His blood boiled the whole night, making dinner with his wife awkward and his bedroom more heated, fucking up your mother with rough and mean sex, taking out a part of wrath on her until he had his hands on you.

He kissed his wife goodbye that morning, watching her limp out to her car and hiss as she sat down, but he didn’t feel guilty, anger still simmering under his skin. He waited for you in the living room, seating in the recliner that faced the door with his arms crossed and face scrunched up.

The moment he heard the knob turn, he surged forward, gripping you by the wrist and pulling you to your room, over the stairs and down the hall, shutting the door behind him loudly. He tore through the your clothes, ripping your panties with a shift of a hand and had you spread open for him. He was less than lenient with you, spitting on your hole and fingering you roughly, thick fingers pumping in and out of you and rolling your clit with his thumb.

He only did the minimum, stretching you out slightly so that you could feel every inch of him when he pushed in, wanting to hear whine and cry as he fucked you. He wasn’t teasing or playful like he usually was, in his haze of anger and jealousy, König was rough, domineering and mean. He split you in half on his cock, pounding into you with loud and hard thrusts, his balls slapping loudly against your slick-coated ass.

He had you folded in two, legs pressed to your chest, feet hanging off his shoulders as he towered you, his shadow looming menacingly over you. He bent forward, lips wrapping around your neck and shoulders, teeth biting into your skin, digging into your supple flesh and bleeding it, rivulets of ichor rolled down your fresh bite. He hissed and growled, spitting degrading insults, names, in your ear, relishing in the tears that fell from your lashes, sweet and salty drops that he lapped up with a bloody tongue.

He fucked you until he grew oversensitive, the leaky tip gushing ropes of cum inside you and his blood pumping through his bulging veins. He shuddered every time he came, watching your stomach bloat with his cock and cum, your pleasure painting a thick, white ring around the base of his shaft. Your room smelled of sex and sweat, your near unconscious form laying limp on the bed, fingers still grasping onto the sheets and legs spread over his elbow, eyes zoned to your heat.

“No more sleepovers, understood, Schatz?” Your stepfather growled, hand tilting your chin up to stare into his red-rimmed eyes.

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[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade collared, hands tied, blind folded, and sitting in a really dark room with his legs bound to the chair. A single light is swigging above him as from another room, he can hear screams of agony. They keep getting closer. Sounds he recognizes.

He's already puked twice on his own lap, his throat burning, his body heavy, and the broken nose he got earlier is still smoothly flowing with drips of dark blood down into his own mouth.

"...I need a hero.. Im holding out for a hero at the end of the night.. He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight... hmm hm hmm mmh..I need a hero!"

"Wilson!! SHUT. UP. Unless you want me to break your jaw next!" His holder says, irritated, panicked by the sounds of his co-workers' screams.

"Id ask how would I be able to say our safe word, but I honestly think you're going to need it more. Our safe word is whiskey dick. Remember that. Things are aboutta get rough."

This coming from a guy physically bound to a chair was probably the most ridiculous thing he's heard. "What did I just say!? Do you want me to stitch your fucking mouth shut?!" He hits him again in the stomach as Wade groans, coughing up some more blood onto him as he leans forward in pain.

"Ooohh.. He's not going to like that.." he moans, flinching to be hit again only for a certain SNKT noise to run through his ears. It only takes a second.

"Don't you fuckin' dare." He snarls, kicking the body away, going from panting, sniffing and growling to a steady breath of concentration, ripping the ropes and pulled off the blindfold.

"Hey, kitten." Wade smiled confidently at him, proud. "What took you so long?"

"Hey.. Tch.. You ever gonna stop getting yourself into trouble?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Nu-uh."

"Mmh.." Clipping the collar off, Logan threw it across the room, taking his cheek in his hand. "You okay?"

"Now that you're here!... But don't kiss me yet!! I have to brush my tee-"

Putting his head back, Logan kisses him widely, like a starving jungle cat taking a chunk out of a freshly killed gazelle that he had to work hard to catch. Licking the blood off his lips, the beast settled with a smirk as Wade giggled, pushing his face away from him playfully, only for his hands to be grabbed as he picks him up, princess style.

"You little freak!" He teased, knowing stomach acid did NOT make for good kisses.

"Hey, I'm not the one with the boner, Bub."

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Me or him

pairing: hyunjin x reader x felix

genre: angst, smut

warning/s: toxic behavior, manipulation, cheating, forced creampie

a/n: okay, this is just something i wrote on a whim and i have 29 drafts i have to finish(yep 29 ajsksksl), but do y'all want more of this? like a backstory and a continuation cause i have some ideas? lmk if i should makes this a series. 👁️👄👁️

~part 2,part 3, part 4

"We really need to stop doing this."- you whine, the guilty feeling swirling in your stomach, keeping you from the high you were supposed to reach.

"Do you really wanna stop? Right now?"- Felix smirks, dragging his cock out slowly, your legs tightening around him instinctively.

"N-no..."- you whimper, defeated. He pushes back in with force, ripping a loud moan out of you. You slap your hand over your lips in hopes of muffling the sounds but Felix grabs your wrist gently.

"Ah, ah, ah. Let me hear you sweetheart."- he says and you let him place your hand down next to your head. He fucks into you faster, holding tightly onto your hand, his other hand on your hip and you moan loudly, letting him know how good he makes you feel.

"Fuck, I'm close!"- you grab onto his arm, your nails digging into his skin.

"Come for me sweetheart."- Felix growls into your ear and you come undone.

You feel his hips stutter and your hand pushes on his chest.

"D-don't come inside me!"- you try to push him off.

"You know you want me to."- he grunts, your efforts futile as he holds you down, fucking into you faster and harder, your cunt clenching around his cock.

"Lix!"- you whimper as he groans, spilling his seed inside you.

"Why did you do that?! I told you that's one thing we should never do!"- you panic as he pulls out.

"What, is Hyunjin gonna taste my cum in your pussy?"- he smirks and you really didn't have enough time to think before your hand moves on its own and collides with his cheek.

You gasp, shocked at your own reaction, and Felix just puts a hand on his cheek, his eyes also widdened before his face morphs into an all too familiar smirk.

"Do that again, it was kinda hot."- he says and you roll your eyes at him.

"I'm going home, Felix."- you say, annoyed. You move to get up but he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him.

"Don't."- you warn.

"You don't have to leave yet."- he whispers into your neck, shivers run down your spine.

"Hyunjin will get suspicious."- you sigh, a pang in your chest.

"What did you tell him this time?"- Felix asks, leaving small kisses on your neck.

"That I'm going out with the girls."- you say and turn around, managing to shake off his arms. He suddenly has these puppy eyes and pouty lips that you hate because you know he's trying to manipulate you into staying.

"Look, this was wrong from the beginning. This is the last time Felix and I know I said it before... but this time I really mean it."- you stand up and start gathering your clothes.

"You don't really mean it."- he shakes his head.

"Yes I fucking do. I don't want to go behind Hyunjin's back anymore. That's just wrong on so many levels and I feel like a shit person."- you say, tears brimming in your eyes.

"Break up with him?"- Felix says as he gets up too, but it comes out as more of a question.

"And what?"- you scoff. "Be with you?"

"What would be so wrong with that?"- he asks nonchalantly, making your blood boil.

"Are you out of your mind? You're his best friend. Or were at least. And why would I wanna be with someone who has no problems fucking his best friend's girlfriend?"- you're angry now, tears spilling down your cheeks but you wipe them off fast. You don't want to cry in front of him.

"Like you're any different than me. Maybe we deserve each other."- Felix says with a smirk and you want to slap him again.

"You know what? I'm done. Don't talk to me ever again."- you say, getting dressed quickly.

"It's gonna be hard to ignore me since I'm Hyunjin's best friend!"- he yells behind you as you walk towards the door.

You hate him in that moment, but you hate yourself even more and a dark unsettling feeling settles in your stomach when you remember Hyunjin, waiting for you at home, unaware of what you just did.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Can I request #94 ☁️ with Jack Hughes?

For some reason this prompt was really hard for me to write. Everything my brain was coming up was super dark, so I hope you like this nonnie. Also I hope you don't mind I changed "they" to "someone"

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"Did they hurt you?"

When you walked into the club, all you wanted to do was have a few drinks with your friends and dance the night away. All you wanted was a few hours disconnected from the world to forget about the stress of the week and the stupid fight you got in with your boyfriend Jack. Instead, you somehow lost your friends in the crowd on the dance floor. Suddenly alone and a little drunk despite only having a few drinks. All you could feel is your quickened heartbeat as you tried to push your way through the crowd. The club had way too many people and suddenly you regretted even leaving your little apartment. You were craving air, somehow you were pushed to the ground in the mush-pit that was the dance floor. Finally crawling back up, you turned your body and pushed yourself through the crowd.

It took you until you were outside to realize that your fishnet stockings were ripped in multiple places, your makeup was smudged from the sweat of being inside the hot club and your hands were covered in little cuts from people stepping on your hands. Standing outside you could feel the crispy cold air from the beginning of fall in New Jersey. Without even thinking you pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber to the one place you felt most safe.

Jack opened the door in shock to see you. Usually when you both had a fight you at least let each other cool off for a night. But once he took in your appearance, your slightly ripped clothes, the dried blood on your hands, the way you weren't breathing evenly his stomach dropped as he pulled you into his arms. He slightly kicked the door shut with his foot as he held you in the small entry of his apartment. As soon as you felt his arms wrap around your body, you clenched onto his t-shirt with your hands and fell into him as you sobbed. Your emotions from being intoxicated plus almost having a small anxiety attack in the club.

Without even thinking picked you up, automatically you wrapped your legs around his waist. One of his arms moving to pet your messy hair as he cooed in your ear. "shh baby, shh it's alright baby. your safe baby. promise." His promise making you cry a little harder maybe out of relief for knowing it's true. With your eyes closed and your head tucked into Jack's neck you didn't even know where he was carrying you until you felt him try to put you down.

"no. no. no" speaking for the first time since you got here. Jack held you tighter trying to reassure you that you were okay.

"baby I'm just gonna let you sit on the sink in the bathroom. I'm gonna wash your makeup off okay, and I wanna clean your hands." he whispered to you softly. Slowly you let Jack sit you down on the end of his sink, still standing between your legs. He reaches behind you in the cabinet next to the mirror and grabs his first aid kit and your makeup wipes he keeps in stock for you. Finally getting a good at your hands his jaw locks suddenly feel anger form in the pit of his stomach. "honey" he cooed at you, lightly grabbing one of your hands and you winced. "Did someone hurt you?" All you could do is nod looking down at your own hands. "Who?" he asked sharply, without a doubt thinking of ways to hunt them down in the moment.

"I got pushed to the ground somehow at the club." you admitted shyly suddenly embarrassed about being pushed around so easily. Jack grabbed an alcohol wipe and started lightly cleaning your hands.

"That's not okay." he said bitterly. "Where were your friends?" Even though he sounded bitter, his touch was soft as he was focused on cleaning your hand and then putting Neosporin on it.

"lost them in the crowd."

Finishing with that hand, he moved on to the next without saying a word. Then he threw away all the trash from cleaning your hands and pulled out a makeup wipe. He still hadn't spoken but you didn't need him to, just the fact that he was the one cleaning you up made you feel better. His eyebrows were creased focusing on getting your stubborn makeup off without having to put too much pressure on your face. His tongue slightly sticking out as he grabbed another makeup wipe, you closed your eyes your body relaxing to the feeling.

"baby?" Jack asked softly.

"hmm"

"Gotta make sure you don't have any other cuts. Do you wanna change here or in my room?" He asked his arms softly wrapping around you as you felt yourself craving sleep.

"bed. I wanna go to bed." you whined. Jack lightly chuckled. He carried you to his bed lightly sitting you down, without hesitation you flopped onto the bed.

"Oh no you don't" Jack said as he took your arm to pull you back up to sitting.

"I wanna go to bed." you complained again.

"And we can once you change." he reasoned.

"too tired you do it." you mumbled too tired to even open your eyes.

"okay honey if that's what you want." lightly kissing your forehead before letting you lay down on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge as Jack got you one of his t-shirts and boxers to change into. You could feel Jack struggling trying to change you but you couldn't bring yourself to change. He found another deep cut on your knee and cleaned it without you even twitching. He knew you were deep in sleep by now.

Finally he cleaned everything up and climbed into bed with you. He pulled you close to him and you slightly moved to form around his body. He didn't know if you were awake or not but he still kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry I wasn't there tonight." he whispered not expecting you to answer.

"It's okay. You cleaned me up and your here now that's more important." you mumbled wrapping your arms around Jack tighter and slipping back into unconsciousness.

[kpop---scenarios]

Monster (9) - FINAL

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood, Murder, Swearing etc

Word Count: 2.8k

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Previous Chapters

“You're… you're in love with me?” You breathe, your heart pounding, almost out of your chest. You can feel the blush spreading across your cheeks as Chan stares at you, slowly walking over to you as you sit up in his bed. He crawls onto the bed, towards you. You lay down, trying to cover your face but Chan rips the blankets from your body, smiling down at you. . You want to respond. You want to tell him you feel the same about him, but you can't. In seconds his lips are latched to yours, swiftly deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You grab his head, pulling him in closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. You want it to go further, but you're interrupted.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

“I'm sorry, this might be the info we're waiting for.” You whisper, reaching for your phone. Chan sits up, laughing.

“Go ahead, princess.” He chuckles.

You place your phone to your ear, Chan gets off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Y/N.” A voice breathes. A voice you absolutely recognized and wished you didn't.

“What do you want, Seojoon?” You snap.

“If you want this to end, I need you to do something for me.” He snaps. “Meet me in the tunnels of your dad's house. Come alone.” He says.

“What makes you think I'd ever meet you or do anything for you?” You snap back. “Get your girlfriend to do your bidding for you.”

“If you care about Chan…or Felix at all, you'll fucking meet me.” He snaps. “Unless you don't care… In that case I'll just take care of Felix now. Or maybe I'll have him take care of Chan.”

You still cared about Felix, even if he was on Mia's side. You knew either yourself or Chan would be able to get through to him. You couldn't let anything happen to him.

“Fine. I'll be there soon.” You whisper, hanging up the phone.

You knew going alone was probably a very bad idea, you knew this. But you didn't want to risk Chan getting hurt because of you, and you'd take something to protect yourself. You get out of the bed, hearing the shower starting. You open Chan's bedside drawer, grabbing his gun, placing it securely in the waist of your pants before grabbing your jacket to sneak out. You knew Chan was going to be mad at you, but sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

You take a deep breath outside your father's house, you had parked in the back so none of his guards would be able to see you. You go in the back basement door, being as quiet as you can, heading for the tunnels, ones you knew all too well.

“I'm surprised you came so quickly.” Seojoon chuckles. “Shall we go for round two with the chains?” He laughs.

“What do you want from me? Where's Felix? Is he okay?” You ask.

Seojoon completely ignored your last two questions.

“Your father. He has a lot of fucking information about me on his computer, and I need it wiped. That's where you come in.” He says. “You need to get rid of it.”

“And why should I do that for you?” You ask. “What are you going to do for me?”

“I'll make sure nothing happens to those two you care for so much. Everything has gone fucking sideways and I need to save my own ass. Once you have that info I can disappear.” He says.

“What about Mia? What are you doing with her? Is she disappearing with you?” You ask.

“I'm surprised you care about what happens to her.” He chuckles.

“I don't. She's gonna get what's coming to her, but it'll be more fun to watch you fuck her over before I take care of her.” You murmur.

“If you're asking if I'm gonna throw her under the bus, then yeah I fucking am. Now. Are you in or are you out?”

“Why the fuck would I help you? There's no way you can do anything to Chan, he'll kill you the second he sees you.” You scoff, turning to walk away.

“Is that right?.” Seojoon chuckles. “See for yourself.” You turn around, looking at the phone screen he was holding up. You see Chan laying in his bed, sleeping, his back to the door. You watch as Felix creeps inside the room, holding a gun, pointing it to the back of Chan's head.

“Chan!” You scream, in hopes that he'll hear you through the screen but you knew better than that.

“You help me or I'll fucking tell him to pull the trigger. Don't fucking test me, Y/N. I'll do it.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” You cry.

“Your father's turning on everyone. Any day now the goddamn FBI are gonna be tearing this house apart, and I can't have my shit on there. So take this flash drive, pull the information and delete it and I'll disappear from your life. Or he dies.” Seojoon yells, shoving a flash drive towards you.

“Fuck. Fine.” You cry, grabbing it out of his hands. You turn around, heading towards the space in the basement only weeks ago he had been torturing you in. You take a deep breath, walking through the space as fast as you can towards the stairs. You creep up the stairs as quietly as you can, you truly don't want to be seen by anyone, or have anyone see what you're doing. You open the door, peaking out into the living room, making sure no one is around. The house is eerily quiet, you can hear the ticking of the clock that hangs above the fireplace. The low hum of the radio left on fills the room, as you sneak through the living room, trying to avoid the known creeks of the floor. You finally make it to your father's office, quietly opening the door, making sure he wasn't in there. Thankfully he wasn't.

You close the door, locking it as you put the flash drive into your father's computer, finding the file named Seojoon. You opened it, beginning to transfer the files but not before reading some of the things he had about Seojoon, And you apparently. He had notes about your relationship with Seojoon, the things you did, things he told you and things he did not. Listed were all the things he did for your father, unfortunately for you, it was written in detail, so much so, it made you nauseous. You didn't know how someone could do these things to another person. It was no wonder he wanted this information off your father's computer, it would put him away for life.

As the files finish downloading, you start to delete them all off the computer, until you hear footsteps and your stomach drops. You try to move as fast as you can, taking the flash drive out of the computer, slipping it in your pocket before the door is kicked in, guns pointed directly at your face.

“FBI! Put your fucking hands up!” He yells, rushing towards you. Your hands go up before he pulls you out of the chair, slamming you down onto the floor, his knee digging into your back. He grabs your arms, cuffing your wrists behind your back before he helps you up, shoving you to another agent. No one says anything to you, but you see others in handcuffs, being taken out of the house. You're put into a black SUV, sitting there, watching the agents seizing your father's property. They're taking his computers, written files, and safes. Anything and everything they can take out of the house as evidence, they are.

Your anxiety takes over your body as you watch, waiting for someone to get into the car to take you away. You had nothing to do with any of this, you knew you didn't, but you didn't know what else was on those files, and if your father had your name anywhere in there you could be in so much trouble and you'd have a hell of a time trying to clear your name.

You sat for, you didn't even know how long. Watching agents go in and out of the house, carrying objects, sometimes files. Some of the things they were bringing out, you didn't even know your father was in possession of until you saw them being carried out. You knew this wasn't going to end well for anyone involved, and you knew that somehow your name was going to be in some of those things.

Finally, a while someone gets into the car. You barely notice the person, only seeing the blue FBI jacket. He begins driving away, and you were too busy looking out the window, slightly panicking about the fact that you were arrested and you were sure if they were caught, Mia or Seojoon would be throwing you under the bus for their crimes, somehow. It wasn't until the driver stopped the car and looked at you, did you realize.

“Chan?” You gasp.

“Really princess? Getting arrested by the fucking FBI? What the fuck were you doing here?” He asks.

“Seojoon…” You begin.

“Oh fuck. You were arrested helping that motherfucker? Everyone thinks he's dead.” Chan snaps.

“He was going to kill you if I didn't!” You yell. Chan pulls the car over, climbing into the backseat, uncuffing you. “Felix was in your room with a gun pointed to the back of your head.” You whisper.

“Oh baby, you don't think I knew about that?” He chuckles, caressing your cheek. “We had a plan, but now things are gonna have to change with the FBI involved.”

“Wait. What do you mean everyone thinks that Seojoon is dead?” You ask.

“They found a body this morning. Somehow he made it seem like it was himself. He faked his death, that fucker.” Chan sighs. “Why do you think he asked you to meet in the tunnel? He can't be seen.”

“So that's why he said he'd disappear from my life once I gave him this.” You gasp, pulling the flash drive from your pocket.

“What is that?” Chan asks.

“Everything on Seojoon from my father's computer.” You say.

“That'll come in handy.” Chan says, taking it from your hand. “I do have bad news though. From what I've heard from a few sources, they found your fingerprints on the gun that he used. He's trying to pin his death on you.”

“Well fuck, this day just gets better and better.” You sigh. “What do we do now?” You ask.

“You need to go into hiding. And I'm going to take care of that son of a bitch.” Chan says.

Chan gets back into the driver's seat, taking you and the car to a warehouse, where he has another car parked for the two of you. You get out of the SUV, moving to the other car.

“How did you know? Where I was? What was happening?” You ask.

“I hear and know a lot of things, Y/N. I have eyes everywhere.” He says.

“So are you mad at me?” You ask. “For going to Seojoon without telling you?”

“I mean yeah, but also I know why you did it.” He sighs. “You're trying to protect me, but princess, I don't need to be protected.”

“I know you don't. But I love you and I need you to be okay.” You murmur.

Chan smiles widely. “You love me?” He asks.

“Now's not the time for this.” You laugh. Chan pulls into the driveway of his house, and you see Felix standing out front, waiting for the two of you.

“Before you get mad at him. He knows that Mia was lying. He's only pretending to be on their side. He knows you never did anything Mia said.” Chan explains.

You get out of the car, and Felix rushes towards you. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. “I'm so sorry, Y/N.” He whispers in your ear. “For everything. For not believing you about Mia, for believing all the shit she was saying about you.”

“It's okay.” You laugh, hugging him back. “I'm just glad you're back.”

“And we're gonna take all those fucker's down.” He says, releasing you, taking you and Chan back inside.

You sit on the couch in the living room, pulling your legs into your chest. Your head spinning with everything going on in your life. Chan and Felix stand, talking about whatever. You couldn't hear them properly, not that you were trying, until you heard Felix calling your name. You look up, seeing him hanging up his phone.

“You should rest.” Felix says, sitting next to you. “If we hear anything about anyone we'll let you know. Okay?” He smiles. You nod your head, shooting Felix a half smile as you stand up, making your way to Chan's room. You crawl into his bed, snuggling under the blankets, and sleep quickly takes you. It had been a long day and you were exhausted. You really hoped at some point you'd feel the bed dip, having Chan come and join you but it never did.

You woke up in a panic, what felt like only mere seconds later. You looked at the clock, 3:00am. You felt beside you, Chan's side of the bed still cold. He had never come to join you and that was unusual for him. You grab your phone from the night stand, quickly dialing his number. The phone rings. And rings. And rings, until the call ends. You were about to call him again, when your phone began to ring, Chan's name popping up on the screen.

“Hey, where are you?” You ask.

“I had some business to take care of.” Chan chuckles.

“Where are you?” You ask, even more concerned now.

“It's time we take care of Seojoon. Y/N I can't go on knowing he's still fucking out there. I'll never feel like you're safe.” Chan says.

“Chan.” You whisper into the phone, as the bedroom door slowly creaked open.

“What's happening?” Chan asks. You watch the door frame, seeing a foot step in front first before the shadow of a body standing in the doorway. You recognized it immediately.

“He's here.” You say, just as the phone call cuts out.

“I want my flashdrive, Y/N.” Seojoon laughs, gun in his hand. He comes out of the shadows, blood covering his hands, a sinister smile on his face.

“You think I'm gonna give you fucking anything after you tried to frame me for murder!?” You yell. He laughs. “Ah, you heard about that?” He asks. “Pretty smart huh?”

“Something's wrong in your head.” You say. He quickly stomps towards you, pointing the gun at your head.

“I'm so tired of you and your fucking family.” He yells.

“And I'm so fucking tired of you.” Chan snaps, rushing into the room, gun in hand. Seojoon turns around, a shocked look on his face. “Surprised to see me?” Chan laughs, pointing his gun at Seojoon's chest, pulling the trigger swiftly. Seojoon drops to his knees, gasping as he clutches his chest, while Chan points the gun at Seojoon’s head, pulling the trigger one more time, hitting him directly between the eyes.

You sit in the bed, still clutching the bed sheets while you watch the blood pool around Seojoon’s body.

“You okay, baby?” Chan asks, rushing towards you. You take a deep breath, gulping as you try to catch your breath.

“Your father and Mia have been arrested.” Felix pipes up, showing you the message he just received.

“So…it's over?” You whisper, looking at Chan.

“Yeah, princess. It's over.” Chan says, pulling you into him, holding you tightly.

**

10 months later, you and Chan were thriving. You were happy, healthy and the business had been left in the hands of Felix and Chan as the heads. The two of them were taking the organization to a new level and you were so happy to be a part of it and helping in any way that you could. Felix had met someone a few months after Mia and your father had been arrested, and he was happier than you had ever seen him before. Luckily you and her got along great. You were all like one big happy family.

“No, babe, you can't do that.” You laugh, placing your left hand, with a large engagement ring showing on Chan's shoulder.

“Come on, princess. It would be a good idea.” He smiles.

Before you can respond, you hear a knock at the front door. You get up, heading towards the door, opening it and you see a package. You pick it up, opening the note, turning around to face Chan, who was coming up behind you.

“What is it? Who's it from?” He asks.

“It's nice to see you so happy. Too bad it won't last.” you read out. “I'm coming for you.” You finish, your face white as a ghost. There was only one person you could think of to do this. You and Chan stare at each other, whispering the same name at the same time.

“Mia.”

[slut4calum]

Jealous Hasan

Y/N and Hasan found themselves in the vibrant heart of the city, at a bar pulsating with the rhythm of music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was electric, with dim lighting casting a warm, intimate glow on the diverse crowd.

In their cozy corner, Hasan couldn't escape the magnetic pull of Y/N's presence, her self-assured nature drawing admiring glances from other patrons. As the night unfolded, a charismatic guy approached Y/N, the air thick with the promise of excitement.

"Hey there, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?" the stranger asked, a bold smile on his face.

Y/N, maintaining her poise, politely declined. "Thank you, but I'm here with someone," she gestured towards Hasan, who nodded in acknowledgment.

The charismatic guy, undeterred, persisted. "Come on, just one drink. I can show you a good time."

Hasan felt a surge of jealousy, his jaw clenching tightly. "She said no, man. Move on," he retorted, the edge in his voice carrying a clear warning.

As the charismatic guy retreated, Hasan's frustration intensified. "Why can't people just take a hint?" he muttered, his tone gruffer than before.

Back home, the tension that had been building at the bar erupted into a heated argument.

"Hasan, I handled it. Why do you have to get so damn angry?" Y/N demanded, her patience wearing thin.

"I can't stand it when guys act like they can't take no for an answer. It makes my blood boil," Hasan snapped, his frustration bubbling into anger.

Y/N, defensive and defiant, shot back, "I don't need you getting all possessive. I can handle myself."

The argument escalated, the air crackling with the intensity of their conflicting emotions. Hasan, struggling to control his anger, raised his voice. "I just want you to be safe, Y/N. Is that too much to ask?"

Y/N, feeling cornered, retorted, "I don't need you telling me what's safe. Back off!"

“Back off? You’re MY girlfriend. Obviously I’m going to get upset when other guys are hitting on you!” Hasan yelled.

“You say that like I’m your fucking property Hasan, you don’t own me!” Y/N yelled.

Hasan’s eyes darkened as he got closer to Y/N, backing her against the wall. “Maybe I don’t own you, but you sure as hell belong to me,” Hasan said, placing his hand around her throat pressing a rough kiss to her lips.

“You liked the attention from that other guy didn’t you?” Hasan said through gritted teeth. Before Y/N could respond Hasan said, “ I know you did, you little slut, that’s okay though, you’re gonna remember who you belong to tonight.”

After pushing her into the bedroom,Hasan ripped Y/N’s shirt off, exposing her chest. His hands trailing down her body, caressing her curves and squeezing her ass. Hasan picked Y/N up and threw her onto the bed, pinning her arms to the bed. Y/N let out a gasp as Hasan began to grind his hips against hers, his hardness pressing against her softness. Hasan’s hands were all over her body, exploring every inch of her. He bit her neck, sucking and licking her sensitive skin, making her moan. Hasan pulled away, and looked down at Y/N, with a smirk on his face. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them up, pinning them above her head. Y/N was helpless, and he knew it. His hands moved slowly down her body, his rough fingers tracing her curves and exploring her body. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers in, pushing her deeper into the mattress as he moved against her. He took his belt using it to secure her hands to the headboard freeing up the hand that was used before. He took off her boots before making his way back to her hips. He slowly traced his hand from her hips down her thigh then back up her inner thigh under her skirt before stopping at her crotch, he rubbed rough circles on her barely clothed pussy causing Y/N to let out whimpers. Hasan felt how wet Y/N was and smirked to himself pulling his hand away, noticing that his palm glistened he ripped Y/N's skirt down her legs leaving her in only a bra and her fishnet stockings. “You fucking whore, you didn’t wear panties out tonight? You really were looking for attention weren't you?” He seethed. “No sir, I wasn’t, I wanted to surprise you when we got home,” Y/N replied. “Awh how sweet, the little slut wanted to surprise me, that doesn’t change the fact that I am going to punish you,” He grinned, flipping Y/N over and yanking her lower half into his lap. “Count for me baby,” Hasan said before delivering a hard smack to Y/N's ass.

“One,” she yelped. The next smack came down even harder.

“Two,” she said with a slight moan leaving her mouth.

“Oh, you like when I hurt you, guess this punishment is going to take longer than expected,” he said, delivering each smack harder than the last until Y/N was in tears.

“Thirty-two,” Y/N sobbed.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for now,” He said, rubbing her crimson red ass.

“I guess you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well,” he said, ripping open her fishnets and roughly shoving a finger into her, setting a fast pace. Y/N let out a loud moan, Hasan leaned down into her ear, “If you make a sound, I won’t let you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said breathlessly. Hasan’s fingers continued to roughly thrust in and out of Y/N, her orgasm building as he wrecked her with just his fingers. “You better ask for permission to come,” Hasan said. Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming, “Can I please cum Sir, please please please?”

“Yes you can,” Hasan said, Y/N’s orgasm washed over her, loud moans falling from her mouth. Hasan’s fingers didn’t stop though, Y/N’s moans just kept growing louder as he overstimulated her. Hasan rubbed her clit as he fingered her,Y/N could feel her second orgasm quickly approaching,”Sir, Can I please cum again?”

“Cum for me baby,” Hasan said, Y/N’s orgasm washing over her, more loud moans and whimpers falling from her mouth. Hasan slowed down his fingers relishing in the noises falling from her mouth before pulling them out.

He stood up, removing all of his clothing before pulling Y/N into a passionate kiss. He laid her back on the bed, “Face down, ass up,” he commanded and she obliged. He positioned himself behind her rubbing his cock up and down her slit collecting her wetness with his tip.

He aligned his tip with her hole pausing to ask, “Can I use you baby?”

“Yes, please, please just fuck me sir,” Y/N begged. Hasan roughly pushed into her, her pussy dripping making it easy for him to slide in, giving her no time to adjust to he set a fast and rough pace.

“Fuck, I love using this pussy, so fucking tight, who does this pussy belong to?” Hasan asked

“You Sir, it belongs to you,” Y/N moaned.

He increased the speed, pounding her harder and harder, his balls slapping against her pussy. “That’s right, this pussy belongs to me,” Hasan said, gripping her hips and pushing her deeper onto him. Y/N’s body was on fire, as Hasan’s thrusts became more intense. He drove into her harder and harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He grabbed her hair, tugging it back as he thrust deeper and deeper, his cock filling her completely. He smacked her ass hard, leaving a slight sting as he continued to ravage her body. Hasan pounded into her harder and faster, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer. His thrusts were relentless and she felt her orgasm building. Hasan knew this and reached around letting one of his fingers trace circles around her clit.

“Come for me,” he commanded and she obeyed, screaming his name as her orgasm crashed through her. Hasan followed soon after, his cock pulsed inside her, his cum spilling out of her as he kept pounding away. He pulled out of her, letting her collapse onto the bed, her body still trembling from the orgasm. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his breathing still heavy. Hasan then trailed his hands over her body, his touch still rough as he explored every inch of her. He flipped her over onto her back, his eyes filled with lust, and she knew he was ready to go again.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, her voice already hoarse from her screaming earlier. He smiled and leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss as he pushed himself back inside her. He started off slow, teasing her with long, slow strokes, but as her breathing increased and her moans got louder, he began to pick up the pace. He pushed himself deeper and deeper, the sensation overwhelming Y/N as she clung to him.

“You like that, don't you?” Hasan asked, his words dripping with desire. Y/N could only nod in response, her body too busy to form words. Hasan took her response as a cue to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. He started to add in rough slaps to her ass and breasts as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.

“You're mine,” he growled, his voice filled with dominance. Y/N could only moan in response, her body shaking as her orgasm built up inside her. She screamed his name as she came, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. Hasan followed soon after, his body shuddering as he released inside her. He rolled off of her, both of them exhausted from their lovemaking. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. Y/N lay there, her body still shaking from the intensity of the experience. Hasan looked her in the eye, his voice soft and gentle.

“You’ll never forget who you belong to, will you?” He said as he traced his finger down her face. Y/N smiled, her eyes still filled with pleasure, and shook her head.

“No, I won’t.” They lay there for a few moments, both of them basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking before drifting off to sleep.

[idyat]

Overprotective Sanford x reader

They'll never hurt you again

Requested on Wattpad

Summary: The AAHW has captured you. That will not stand with your lover.

WARNINGS: Violent threats, torture, murder, lots of gore in general

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...What time was it? You couldn't know inside your empty, dark, sealed of from the world room. Your ennemies had got you, the chances of you dying in terrible agony were at an all time high. Lucky for you though, they wanted to try and get some information out of you first.

"So, are you gonna talk?" The ATP soldat in front of you asked. But there was no way you were saying anything. Ever.

"Oooh playing tough huh? If you love staying quiet so much maybe you'd like to have your throat ripped out?" They threatened, pointing a knife towards said throat.

You couldn't do anything to fight either. Your arms, your legs, even your torso were strapped to a very uncomfortable chair. Judging by the look, it was electric too.

While you were dwelling on your thoughts, the soldat got a call through their earbud.

"Huh? Yeah don't worry I'm not actually killing them. Might cut the bitches tongue though. You guys do your jobs and make sure absolutely no one's breaking in okay? Okay."

They were probably serious about the tongue thing. Your body was already covered in cuts, burns and bruises.

But you knew your condition wouldn't last long. You knew he would just need to know about what was going on to bring hell upon these assholes and their base. Which is why, even through the pain you managed to smile.

"Oh? You're smiling now?" Your captor had focused back on you.

"What's making you so happy huh? Is there something funny going on on the wall?" They were baby-talking you and turned around to this time look at the wall in front of you with stupid movements. Idiot, they're only embarrassing themselves even more.

You suddenly got punched in the face real hard.

"Are you enjoying this, huh?! You like being hurt or do you like being annoying, you stupid brat?!" They continued to hit you as they yelled.

"Maybe you'll enjoy the stretchers even more then, you useless fu-"

The building's alarm suddenly went off. Filling every room with a flickering red light and ear-splitting ring.

"What the-" The soldat got once again interrupted, this time by the sound and sight of explosions, screams, and guts flying out not far from your own placement.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" You smiled even more at their panic.

Both of you knew that motherfucker was already dead.

One last explosion of your interrogation rooms door, and their body was already getting hooked from across the room, right before it was their heads turn to get crushed onto the ground. And when I say crushed I mean crushed. Brain and eye flying out and everything.

It would almost gross you out if you weren't concentrated on the hunk responsible for the carnage. Well, "hunk". At the moment all he was was terrifying. Blood and shadows covering his face with only the light of his sunglasses perceivable as he wiped out everyone in his way with horrid shrieks of agony.

He looked up before bolting towards you. Your heart almost stopped until you felt your face being grabbed and restraints being torn as if they were mere paper.

"Oh god, Honey are you alright?! Holy shit, what did they do to you..."

You could almost see the darkness fading away as he worringly yelled if you were okay.

"I'm definitely better now that you're here." You smiled, still panting from the pain and recent beating.

He finally destroyed all the straps connecting you to the chair before grabbing you and tightly, yet gently, hugging you.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I took so long just look at what they did to my sweetheart..." Sanford's voice was trembling as he scanned over your wounds to make sure none needed urgent attention. It was quite funny honestly, to see such a murderous and sadistic man turn so nurturing within a few seconds, all for his lover. It's a very strong contrast for one person.

"Hey, Love, it's okay! You saved me in the end, isn't it all that matters?"

"Yes...But-"

You gave him a kiss. "No buts Honey. It's all over now. Let's just go home."

He nodded before picking you up bridal style. No way he was going to let the love of his life walk with legs injured like that. He also took the time to get to the entrance (or to blow up a hole in the nearest wall) to comfort you and made sure you were ok physically and mentally. You were the one who just got kidnapped and tortured, there's no way he's the only one getting reassured!

You two eventually made it outside. To which your boyfriend suddenly stopped.

"...Uuh...I got here all by myself...Could you call Deimos to come pick us up?"

[ghoultrifle]

There's a First Time For Everything Chapter 2 - Fighting With You

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Dewdrop buys the toys he's been so curious about, with only a few breakdowns along the way. Set immediately after the previous chapter.

Notes: Fun fact! The toy reviews are almost all verbatim reviews from the lovehoney website :) isn't that fun! thank you to the unnamed friend who reignited my passion for reading sex toy reviews ashdfklhsg

I'm going to give a very slight warning for dubcon. Nothing happens, but Dewdrop gets in his own head about what might happen. Of course, Rain would never.

And a big thanks to @everybodyshusband for proofreading and hyping me up <333

Read below the cut or on AO3

“‘m ready,” Dewdrop whispers into Rain’s neck, pushing the larger ghoul off his lap, “Wanna get the feeling back in my legs,” he chuckles.

“Are you sure, Dewbug? We can wait if you want, I’ll still love you even if you never end up buying anything.”

Dewdrop grabs the water ghoul’s chin, bringing his head down to eye level, “I’ve never been so sure in my life, especially with you here,” it isn’t entirely the truth, but Dewdrop is feeling better than before, “Anyway, what is your opinion on what I sent you?”

Rain pauses before dragging a stack of filing boxes next to Dew’s chair, perching on them to watch the screen. As Dewdrop logs back in (his password is rainisgay69, ironic for someone who on some level of his dysphoria-ridden brain believes rain is secretly straight), their eyes are accosted with the bright screen illuminating the now dark room, a lilac dildo front and centre on the screen. The description reads, “Realistic Silicone Suction Cup Dildo - Perfect For Beginners”. It’s veiny, a respectable length and girth, nothing that would rip the ghoul open, but enough for him to feel the stretch, to feel full. It looks respectable, with the bonus that Dewdrop could definitely throw it into a strap on the rare occasion he does want to top; he could finally stop stealing from Cirrus.

Dewdrop flicks through the photos, capturing the length, girth, and the size comparable to a hand. Rain’s cock begins to stir at the last picture, remembering that one day he may be lucky enough to hold it, to fuck Dewdrop sweetly and gently with it while he rubs and flicks at the fire ghoul’s small dick, wringing out the most lascivious moans as Dew finally experiences divine pleasure. But this isn’t about him, so Rain wills the blood to return to his head so he can give a coherent response to his mate.

“Fuck, baby, it looks perfect,” he coos, planting a chaste kiss on Dewdrop’s cheek. He can’t help the sly comment that leaves his mouth before his brain can catch up, his mind preoccupied with the image of the toy against Dewdrop’s auburn curls, “Gonna look so good against your dripping cunt, heard ginger and purple go well together.”

The darks of Dewdrop’s eyes widen, and Rain’s face drops as he realises what he just said, “Shit- fuck- I’m fucking- I’m sorry Dewy that wasn’t the right time. I promise I’d be fine if you bought this and it just sat on the shelf forever. Or- or if you didn’t even buy it. Actually, I’d be fine if you banned all sex toys. You coul-”

A firm but gentle slap to the face interrupts the water ghoul, “Alright, wrap it up Sappy Steve. Save it for when I’m actually panicking, okay?” he chides, “And I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

He briefly glances at the top reviews, struggling to believe what he’s reading:

“I have recently celebrated my 70th birthday and this gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

“This is amazing. I can't believe how satisfying it is for a transgender person. I love to sit on it.”

Dewdrop laughs so hard he has fresh tears spilling down his face. That’s a new hobby unlocked: reading sex toy reviews online.

“See!” Rain exclaims, pointing at the screen and nudging Dewdrop’s shoulder, “You’re not the only trans person who wants to get fucked nasty with a toy,” the water ghoul is beaming at the review, hoping it will ease Dewdrop’s apprehension about it all. They’re having fun but Rain won’t pretend he hasn’t noticed how the other’s hand has been trembling as he navigates the website, how Dewdrop’s taking deep yet rapid breaths, his free hand worrying the ring on his middle finger.

The basket icon lights up as Dewdrop’s informed he only has to spend £15 more to get free delivery, “Might as well get the vibrator too, then?” he shrugs weakly, voice catching in his throat as he navigates to the second link he sent Rain earlier. “POWERFUL Vibrator - For Internal and External Use” it reads. Dewdrop re-examines it, looking at each photo in turn, breath turning shaky as he thinks about using it, putting it inside him, where no object has ventured before. As he thinks about the hard plastic sliding in, surely cold and rigid, perhaps he’ll be so dry that it will hurt, and he’ll just have to grin and bear it for his Rain.

The desk begins to shake slightly as Dewdrop’s knee bounces up and down with a fevered pace. His thumb is in his mouth, biting at the skin around his nails, leaving it red and sore. It’s getting to him. This is real. In just a few days he’ll be laying with Rain as he freaks out about it all. Now he’s told the water ghoul he wants it, he feels pressured, like he can’t say no anymore. Because if he says no, then he’s clearly leading Rain on for something that will never happen, and Rain really will break up with him this time. Why would he be with someone who is clearly never going to get over his fear of penetration? Perhaps Rain is straight and just waiting for Dewdrop to realise he is a woman after all, and when he finds out that Dew is just a man who’s scared of dick, he’ll run to the mountains, screaming a warning to everyone: Don’t Date Dewdrop.

A third set of tears begin to tumble their way down his cheeks, a small waterfall flowing with each blink the ghoul makes. His eyes are glassy, he can no longer see the offending toy on the computer, just a set of blurry white pixels laden with illegible text, Rain must have scrolled it down. Rain brings the fire ghoul into the warmest hug he can muster, peppering kisses to his neck. There is no sexual element to it, just pure love for his mate. His mate who he wishes he could take all the dysphoria from and suffer through it himself if it would mean a better life for Dewdrop. His mate who loves Dewdrop in a way the fire ghoul cannot even begin to fathom.

He truly believes he’s unlovable on a fundamental level, that his identity makes him some freak in between man and woman, that no guy would want to fuck him or be fucked by him, and no woman would take his pathetic excuse for a dick, even if he did want to top. It’s solidified in Dewdrop’s mind that Rain is only with him for his own sexual gratification, and now that Dewdrop wants to explore his own pleasure, he’ll be left to figure it out on his own. The image of him weeping as he forces a dildo into himself, cold and alone in his bedroom, is being seared further into his brain with every second that passes. Until he’s brought back to reality by Rain’s shuffling arm.

Rain decides against a tissue; Copia clearly had no regard for his own skin since the tissues in his office may as well have been constructed from sandpaper. Instead, he brings a bunched-up sleeve to Dewdrop’s eyes, catching the tears as he calms the sniffling ghoul beneath him, rocking them together in a soothing motion much like his mother would do in the pit. Words wouldn’t do Dewdrop’s pain justice; consolation would feel inadequate and pity, well, is just that and Dewdrop deserves better. He’s sure that if he reached inside the fire ghoul’s mind for just a moment, it would be more than he could ever bear. So, Rain opts for silence. The kind of silence you could sit in for eternity. The kind of silence where the world is at peace; there’s no buzzing of electricity, no shuffling in the quarters, just the sound of a gentle breeze creeping its way in through the poorly sealed windows, whistling hello as it sings its song. Rain rocks them for what could have been hours, Dewdrop isn’t sure, the sun had already set by the time he started.

Fresh air stings Dewdrop’s eyes. The flood has stopped, Rain’s sleeves near-soaked as the fire ghoul blinks the last of the hot tears from his weary eyes. His own sleeve is drenched in a thick layer of snot as he wipes his nose, the water ghoul looking on in a weird adoration for his mate. If Rain could watch him do that and still love him, then maybe there was hope. As he squints his eyes to focus on the screen, Dewdrop’s confronted with the reviews for the vibrator:

“My clit is tingling like a mo fo!! Thanks lovehoney. What a piece of cum equipment.”

“It took longer to get the item out of the packaging than it did for my wife to cum.”

Okay, maybe it isn’t quite so serious. As hilariously honest as the reviews are, it does spark something in Dewdrop- the curiosity at what these toys feel like, at how they’re so much better than just a set of hands. There must be a reason the vibrator gets a 4.7/5 on the ‘orgasm rating’. Dewdrop hesitates over the button that would add it to the basket, “I’m scared, Rain,” he admits with a sigh of relief, finally putting words to it.

“Then do it scared, spitfire,” the water ghoul replies, “Want and fear can coexist. If you truly don’t want to then I support you, droplet, but it sounds like you’re just conflicted. I think when the time comes, you’ll be glad the toys are ready for you, just like I will be.”

Dewdrop melts into the larger ghoul’s embrace. Rain has somehow managed to reach into Dew’s brain and lay his feelings bare on the table, raw and sensitive. But he’s right, about everything. Dewdrop does want it, he is scared, and he should buy it anyway. “Fuck it,” he smirks, stifled only slightly by a sniffle, as he adds the item to the basket, heading to the checkout page, a fuck you to his dysphoria. Copia’s bank details autofill and Dewdrop doesn’t complain; he’s not been left with much money since being charged with sourcing the pack’s weed on tour. Before he gives himself a chance to second guess his actions, he completes the order.

The thick tension that had filled the air dissipates in an instant, Dewdrop slumps in his chair as Rain idly braids a loose plait into hair, whispering praises to his love, “So proud of you, droplet. Whatever comes of this I want you to remember how brave you are for getting this far, okay?”

“Brave? In what world?” Dewdrop huffs.

“In this world, my love. In this world where every day is a fight between your mind and your body. In this world, where today, your mind won. And in this world where your mind won’t win every day but where I’ll be here, always, fighting with you.”

[ronearoundblindly]

Eighty-Three Kisses

CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader

an It Had To Be You tale of tender first aid requested by @anika-ann who thought: I'm not sure why but my heart would MELT upon seeing Steve giving Precious some ⛑ (as such, warning for mentions of blood) WC 1.3k

Not your favorite way to wake up…

Roused in the morning dark of New York winter, Steve’s mom calls him bright and early. She is one of only four people who can evade his Do Not Disturb setting, and as much as you enjoy Sarah, you groan in irritation when Steve has to untuck himself from beneath you in the sheets.

But that’s not where it ends.

He takes the call and walks out to his kitchen. His voice only just becomes inaudible when your mother calls.

Chatty. Mom is chatty way too early this morning, and she wants participation in her gossip.

You get it; your parents are pure balls of excitement about their upcoming trip to NYC to see you and officially meet your boyfriend for the first time, but 6:50 in the morning on a day off is not a great moment to get reciprocation of any amount of energy.

It’s not even five in the morning where your mom is. Come on now.

You hold the phone arm’s length away to scream into your pillow before heaving yourself out of bed. Maybe if she hears Steve’s voice in the background, your mom will think you’re busy and need to get off the call? Maybe standing up will help keep your eyelids raised? You’re so tired, you’ll try anything.

As soon as your butt hits the couch cushion though, your eyes shut again, too comfortable, too quickly. You jump up and meander over to the exercise bike, muttering something about the neighbor Mom’s had this same beef with for a decade, but she’s on a roll now. You barely need to interject an “uh-huh” or “yeah.” Your mother just keeps going.

So you sit on the bike, lazily putting one foot on the higher pedal, and you nudge it. Nothing happens.

Steve rustles the coffee beans into the maker and pulls down plates because if he’s awake, he wants breakfast. He’ll go back to sleep if he can, but if he’s conscious, food should happen. That’s the Steve Standard of a morning ritual. He also has very little input for his conversation, mostly humming every so often.

You hear the crack of eggs against the bowl’s rim and yawn, hiding that sound as best you can from your mother.

Your dad is equally grumbly in the background. He chides his wife with you in solidarity.

The pan sizzling acts as white noise countered by the first whiffs of brewing coffee.

“Of course, I’m listening,” you rush out, leaning forward on the handlebars and mock-bashing your head.

Steve must have turned to watch you because you hear his deep chuckle from across the room.

Absently, you step onto the pedal, thinking it will start rotating as you press down. You don’t realize how high Steve has turned up the resistance until it’s too late. You stand with your full weight on the tiny, shifting pad, and your foot slips right off when the mechanism caves.

Off-balance and crash-landing on your foot, your ankle tweaks out harshly, and the hard plastic grooves for friction scrape all along your bare calf. It hurts like hell but happens so fast that you hardly make a sound aside from hissing.

The phone drops out of your hand as you untangle yourself from the bike and trip down to the floor.

“Honey?” Steve clearly hasn’t seen until “shit” and you hear the pan torn off the burner and his own phone tossed to the counter. “Precious, you okay? What—“

Thin gashes are already red and bleeding all up your leg. The pain is such a tense sting that you can’t manage much else other than biting your tongue and clutching at the wound, but Steve peels your fingers away, ripping the kitchen towel from over his shoulder to apply pressure.

“It’s fine,” you still hiss. “I’m fine, Steve.”

His huge palm and fingers splay across the fabric, his other hand guiding your over to replace them after he coos, “I know. I’m just gonna clean it up. I’ll be right back. Can you hold this? Just there. Good girl. Ok.”

He jumps up and thunders to the bathroom.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Hello?”

You look up to where your phone dangles in the water bottle holder by the bike’s handles, but you can’t reach it without harsh sensations shooting around your foot and leg.

“I’m fine, Mom,” you yell toward the phone. “I just fell. I’ll call you back later.”

There’s an incoherent fuss, your dad’s voice joins what sounds like muttering but is more likely a heated argument on the other end, and then the screen lights when the call disconnects.

Steve returns with a little box and a white bottle.

“Ok, precious--" he leans to kiss your knee "--you ready? This part is gonna hurt.”

You pull back the stained towel, lip lodged between your teeth, and Steve soaks a cotton ball. He bares his teeth when you react to the bite of alcohol.

The excess drips down to the mat.

“I know, honey. You’re doing so good though. Just a little more." He tries to move the foot. "Can you—“

“OW!” Like a shot, your ankle cries all the way up to your hip. “Sorry,” you say through threatening tears, “I landed on it wrong.”

Steve’s hand cradles the joint, keeping it still even as he lowers to kiss there, too, his blue eyes worried. “Okay, I’ll get ice for that, but first, we cover this.” He wipes gently at the deepest gash by your Achilles tendon before ripping open a packet of antibacterial ointment. “Just another minute, alright? You’re doing great.”

His rough morning voice and soothing tenor nudge your heart rate back in the right direction.

At least the medication doesn’t hurt. Between treatment and bandaging, he lifts your wrist to his lips and plants a double tap of encouragement.

"So good," he rumbles.

Steve carefully unfolds and layers some gauze across the whole area and carefully tapes the edges. On instinct, you bend your knee to get yourself up, but the tape pops right off when you flex.

“Uh-uh, precious. You’re not doing anything until we get some ice on that.”

You think he means to leave you sitting on the ground, but Steve pivots to a squatting position, tucks his arms beneath your knees and around your waist, and lifts you straight into the air, kissing your cheek for good measure.

Well…all that gym equipment’s been good for something…

He carries you all the way back to the bed, kissing your forehead to force you to relax backward and excusing himself to the kitchen again. A few drawers open and shut. There’s a racket of ice clattering into a bag.

Another light scuttering noise.

“Ma, I gotta go. Yeah, I love ya. Okay, bye.” He rounds the doorway again, compress and coffee at the ready.

Steve wraps a fresh towel over your skin before arranging the ice to lay just right, covering as much curve as possible without too much pressure. By the time he’s satisfied, he’s created a majestic-looking nest of sheets and blanket around your foot.

You chuckle as you blow across the hot liquid in your toasty mug.

This is his near-military precision and focus again, except this time, you are the mission.

Finally, his equally warm gaze meets yours, dawn breaking outside the wall of windows surrounding the corner room.

“Want your phone back?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. “They can wait.”

Everything still aches, the dull throb seeming miles away when Steve grips your thigh before straightening.

“You know, precious, if you wanted breakfast in bed, you could have just asked.”

You shrug, a little embarrassed but very appreciative. This certainly hasn’t been your favorite way to wake up, but it’s not the worst either. Plus, the morning has just begun.

“Sometimes the only thing that gets your attention is a crisis, Captain.”

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

@bucky-fricking-barnes-reads @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @fallinallinmendes @deandreamernp @rach2602 @patzammit @royalwritersoftheuniverses @supraveng @1950schick @yiiiikesmish

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[ww2yaoi]

tagged by @oatflatwhite to share some of my wip! thank you this is fun

I'm gonna tag @avonne-writes and anyone else who wants to do this

taking my stab at the buck(y) reunion scene and subsequent aftermath

Nine days. John thinks Gale is dead for nine excruciating days. No pain compares, not a wooden beam to the temple, nor the bitter forest floor he collapses upon. He prays for a quick death as he feels the barrel of a rifle dig into his back, but it never comes. By the time he’s being marched to the Stalag, his body is screaming all over. He probably has a concussion, some broken ribs, a skull fracture or two. His hair is matted with blood and his legs are throbbing. He can barely keep himself upright. He’s a dead man walking.

But then, there are familiar faces peeking out from behind barbed wire: Crank, Murph, Glen. John feels a dangerous glimmer of hope. His eyes search the crowd.

Buck, where the hell are you?

And then he hears it, just to his right. “John Egan! Your two o’clock.”

By some miracle, Buck is smirking at him, leaning against the fence with his sheepskin characteristically pulled up around his neck. John is swept up in the great undertow of relief. He smiles, suddenly alive again, and the aching in his heart abates, if just for a moment.

“What took you so long?” Gale asks and bites back a grin.

John wants to run over and kiss the breath out of his lungs, but the Krauts would probably shoot him dead if he tried. He falls into formation again, marching past the open gates and into the camp. His body pumps with adrenaline, his quick beating heart thwacking against his ribcage. He makes it a few more steps before the world suddenly blurs. Inkblots dot his vision and he collapses right there in the dirt. Gale’s ensuing shout rings hollowly in his ears as he loses consciousness, everything going blank.

John dreams of the mob like he has every night since the massacre happened. Sometimes he’s the first to get picked off, a swift gunshot to the temple and he crumples to the ground, blood oozing out of his ears. Sometimes the crowd descends on him like a pack of hungry dogs, tearing him open with dirty fingernails, ripping him limb from limb. This time, he watches each man die, their whey-faced corpses falling at his feet one by one. He wants to scream, but his voice expires in his throat. Then, the mob is on him again. He thrashes. Hands encircle his wrists to pin him down in the mud, viscous with blood.

Then, Gale is calling to him through the dark. “John, you’re okay. You’re gonna be all right.”

John chases his voice, his eyes opening. Soft light floods his vision as he tries to orient himself. He’s in a small, unfamiliar room, lying supine on a thin cot. His head swims as a deep ache shoots down the back of his neck. His vision is still blurry and his skin is burning all over. Voices he doesn’t recognize break up the quiet, and panic rises in his chest. He goes to sit up, but a hand gently presses him back down onto the cot. He has no strength to resist it. He can barely flinch away from its touch.

“Buck?” John musters after a moment, and his voice is a faint rasp.

“Hey, I’m here.” John feels warm, calloused fingers interlock with his own. “This is Doc, he’s gonna help fix you up.”

John lifts his head slightly to look at the man hunched over him, but keeping his eyes open for very long is hard. The man is older, with rounded glasses sliding down his hawkish nose. The bridge of them is held together with medical tape, and he’s dressed in the same holey clothes and burlap coat as the other prisoners.

It’s then that John realizes he’s naked from the waist up. Doc is examining his ribs, the skin surrounding them so deeply purple the bruises almost appear black. Doc runs his hands over his ribcage, gently pressing his fingers into the flesh as if to test its integrity. John groans in pain and Gale squeezes his hand.

It’s Crank’s voice that John hears next. “What the fuck happened to him?”

“I don’t know,” Doc says, “but his orbital socket is broken, and he has two or three fractured ribs, at least. We should bind them. There’s some aspirin in my kit, Gale. It should help with the pain and lower his fever.”

John is reluctant to let go of Gale’s hand, but he has to when Gale leans over to rummage around in Doc’s medical bag. He produces a small bottle. Crank hands Doc a tin mug of muddy-looking water.

“Come on, sit him up.”

John tries not to cry out in pain as Crank and Gale help prop him up against the wall. The only thing that stops him is Gale’s hands on his bare back. He wraps his arms around John’s middle and gently lifts him into a sitting position. Doc unwinds a spool of bandages around John’s abdomen and fastens them tightly. Then, Gale is pressing an aspirin pill into John’s mouth, fingertips nudging against his tongue.

“Take this,” Gale says and brings the tin mug to John’s lips. He tips it forward and John drinks gratefully, even though the water tastes strangely sour. “That’s it. Do you want to lay back down?”

John nods weakly.

“I’ve got him,” Gale says to Crank before lowering John back down on the cot.

He pulls the thin blanket up to John’s chin.

“Buck,” John mumbles, and it seems to be the only word he can say.

He feels half insane, like maybe he’s still dreaming. Maybe the mob really did kill him, and heaven just looks an awful lot like a Kraut prison camp. John forces his eyes open again and looks over at Gale. His face is soft but scarred, a bit thinner than he last remembers it. He peers over at John with such open worry that it knocks the breath out of his lungs.

Doc collects his things and closes his medical bag, standing up from his chair. “If his fever gets any worse, we can move him to the sick quarters. Until then, I think it’s best that you monitor him closely.”

Gale nods. “Will do, Doc. Thank you.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Crank says, then goes to walk him out.

Alone now, Gale’s hand finds John’s again. He raises it to his face and presses his cheek into John’s palm. John cradles his head with the little strength he has, fingers splaying out into his hair.

“Buck,” he says again and smiles. “You’re alive.”

“So are you,” Gale replies. He turns his head and plants a kiss on John’s dirty palm. “God, John, what happened to you?”

“Krauts,” John deadpans. “You’re the first pretty face I’ve seen in a while.”

Gale smiles softly at that, but it doesn’t seem to comfort him much. “When Crank and Brady and the others showed up without you, I thought the worst.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easy.” John laughs, but it makes his ribs cry out in response. He groans. “You don’t have anything stronger than aspirin, do you?”

“Afraid not,” Gale says. “You’re gonna have to dry out in here.”

John hadn’t even thought of that. “Christ, every bone in my body is broken and I can’t even get a stiff drink?”

“You’ll be okay,” Gale says, patting the hand resting against his cheek. “You seem better already. Enough to complain, at least.”

John rolls his eyes. He wants to playfully shove Gale, but he doesn’t think he could lift his arm if he tried.

“Get some rest,” Gale says. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours. You’ll need to eat something.”

He removes John’s hand from his cheek and tucks it against his side underneath the blanket.

“You’re not going anywhere, are you?” John asks.

Gale shakes his head. “I’ll be right here.”

He leans over and presses a kiss to John’s hot forehead, then sits back down in the chair by John’s cot. John closes his eyes, and it doesn’t take long for him to fall into another fitful sleep.

[freyaegall]

Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~221K words) Chapter 20

Astarion x female!reader

Chapter 20 summary: You find out not all goblins are entirely incompetent, and you also end up accidentally getting a taste of someone's nightmares. While you become distracted yet again, your companions find what you seek, and you have to rely on yourself when things - as usual - go awry.

Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69, thigh riding

Haunted - Chapter 20 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

Excerpt from Chapter 20 (NSFW):

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Thinking abruptly becomes impossible when his tongue slides against yours and he digs his fingers into the back of your thigh, roughly hooking your leg over his hip. It makes the hole in your leggings tear just a little bit more, but you find you don't even care. He presses in harder, grinding against the part of you that's always ready and aching for him.

Your body responds faster than your mind these days and you're becoming more and more inclined to let it. Dangerous thoughts, probably. But what does that matter when every stroke of his lips, every connection between his body and yours makes you feel like you're so very alive. Ironic, isn't it?

But irony has no place among the fire and need he's currently stoking within you – just as the rest of the world falls away, leaving only you and Astarion.

Each roll of his hips has his bulge dragging against your centre, making the wet fabric of your underwear create a delicious friction over your needy flesh. You could probably get off within minutes if he keeps this up; less if he keeps nipping your lip like that. He must know it, because he tightly grips your hair and tugs your head back as he moves his hips faster.

"I know that look on your face, pet..." The breath from his words plumes against your lips.

"I-I... mm!" Your voice shakes when a tremor rips through you – one signalling how close you are. "I'm gonna come!"

A strangled noise sounds in your throat as he comes to an abrupt halt, with a very scolding eyebrow angled in your direction. "Are you telling me, love?"

You bite your lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood, every part of you painfully keyed up. You didn't used to get this antsy this quickly – perhaps it's a result of his lessons in patience.

"F-Fuck..." Your inhale is more ragged than fortifying. "Please can I come, Sir?"

"That's better, darling." He raises his leg until his knee is pressed against the stone just below the apex of your thighs. "Remember, your orgasms belong to me."

Another more definitive declaration. Still not a fully encompassing one, but it feels like you're just a hop, skip, and a jump away from it. Not to mention this particular one almost pushes you to climax right there. 

But he still hasn't given you explicit permission, and as he opens his mouth with the hint of a smirk, you know he's not going to make it easy.

When he grips your hip and pulls you down to straddle his thigh, you're proven quite correct. "If you want to come that badly, then you can ride my thigh. But nothing else." You whimper as you need to slide down his leg a little in order to properly brace your feet, and it provides some much-needed friction. His murmur in your ear has you rocking your hips: "Prove how much you need me."

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[l1tw1ck]

Heizou Just Never Learns (repost)

Heizou brings out your anger

Reader (He/Him) Heizou (He/Him)

Bottom!FTM Heizou x Top!Male Reader

[Series] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Knifeplay, Reader Has Electro Vision, Electrostimulation, Possessive + Unhinged Behavior, Murder, Blood, Painplay, Sadism/Masochism, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Overstimulation, Squirting

📝 1,469 Words

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"Well maybe you could come to my office and we could discuss it~" Heizou winks, flirting with a poor unsuspecting citizen. You clench your fist at the sight.

"Oh! Um, would that be okay?" The guy scratches the back of his neck. He gulps when he notices your death glare.

"Of course~!" Heizou nods. "Don't worry about it big guy." He touches the man flirtatiously, causing him to turn red. That was your last straw. 'Big guy' was your nickname.

"Okay.." The man laughs nervously. Heizou leads him into his office, you following closely behind. "Um, is he coming too?"

"Oh he's just my body guard, he'll wait outside." Heizou smiles. Your nails dig into your palms, at this rate you were gonna draw blood. The man hesitantly took his word for it.

You followed them with an intense look on your face until they got to his office.

"Be a good boy and wait here for me, kay?" Heizou closes the door on you, making your face heat up in anger. You try to calm yourself down. 1...2...3....4. 1...2...3-

"You're so big~" You hear Heizou's voice from inside. You hit the door with your fist. "I don't know how it'll fit inside me~!" Heizou continues talking like its nothing.

"Fucking bitch." You try to open the door but its locked.

"Mm~!"

You decide to kick the door down, your anger getting the best of you.

The citizen screams in fear. "I swear we didn't-"

You throw an electro knife to his head, a perfect shot that killed him instantly. You ignore the fact that the both of them are fully clothed and go straight to Heizou.

"Are you fucking insane?" You pin him against the wall.

"I could ask you the same thing." He grins. You cup his face and slam it against the wall. His grin remains unchanging as blood trickles down from his nose.

"You're such a goddamned whore you know that?" You put your non dominant hand on his throat, gripping it tight.

"Mm~" Heizou hooks his legs around your waist and rubs his crotch against yours. You have to admit, the way his blood dripped onto his teeth when he smiled was so goddamn hot.

"You think I'm just gonna give you what you want?" You manage to get him off you. You create your electro knife and hover it against his cheek.

Heizou bites his lip, looking at the blade with interest.

"Hold still or I'll kill you." It was an empty threat but he honestly could be killed if he moved. Heizou knew that very well so for his own sake, his braced himself for the stinging pain.

You begin to carve your initials, first and last, on his cheek. "Do that shit again and you're dead." This time, you meant it. Heizou could tell. You'd kill him then yourself, you told him many times. If he did something you told him not to do, and it was as bad as this, it would be the end for both of you.

"Everyone will know you're mine now." You finish carving the first letter, impressed that Heizou managed to stay mostly still.

He lets out a pained whisper, barely moving his lips, "Yours."

You grunt as you go to write your last initial. You haven't realized it yet but Heizou was a waterfall down there. The pain and your angry face was heavenly to him.

You get rid of the knife and throw him to the ground, not too far away from the guy you just killed. You rip off his clothes with ease, you're not in the mood to take it all off one by one. Heizou presents himself to you, spreading open his incredibly wet cunt.

You roll your eyes, discarding your lower garments. Heizou almost drools seeing your hard cock.

You kneel down and move Heizou so that his ass rests on your thighs and your dick is resting against his cunt, making Heizou even more excited. He knows not to move though. Or, well, he should know.

Heizou tries to move his hips up to get you inside him but you stop him.

"How many goddamn times do I need to tell you? Don't fucking do anything without my permission." You grabbed the front of his hair and slammed his head on the floor. Heizou moans, his vision going fuzzy.

"Archons. You never listen." You sigh. "You just want me to fucking hurt you, huh? You get off on that shit."

"Don't you?" Heizou smiles. Well shit, of course you do. You liked seeing him in pain. In your sick twisted mind, you viewed hurting him as a way of showing your love for him. Heizou felt the same way.

You smirk and slap his cunt. "Course I do." You grab hold of his t-dick. "Don't think I'm not mad at you anymore." You activate your vision and shock him. The feeling runs throughout Heizou's entire body, causing an immediate orgasm. His back arches as he squirts all over your shirt. He's shaking like crazy.

The feeling is too good to Heizou, he can't even mutter a coherent word. At this rate, his eyes'll roll all the way to the back of his head.

You shock him again. Your shirt's getting soaked in his liquids so you take it off. He writhes around, moaning and without complaint. He may act like a brat but at least he doesn't complain about how ''S too much!' or whatever bullshit the weaker whores whine about. He's perfect in that regard.

However, he still has parts that need fixing. He needs discipline and you'll fuck him into complete submission.

"Ready for my cock, slut?" You ask, hiding your sinister intent with a smile.

He nods rapidly.

You shock him again. "Use your words."

He waits a few minutes to calm down. "Ye- Ah!" You smack his cunt. "Mm...yes da- daddy~"

"Good boy." You slide into him with ease.

"Ooh~!" Heizou moans loudly as he feels your dick with electro energy around it. It wasn't enough for an orgasm but enough to make him moan non stop and cause his release to come faster.

"Dumb fucking bitch." You groan in his ear. Heizou gets even louder, not caring that the door was wide open and anyone could come in and see the two of you.

He liked the idea of it, his coworkers finding him getting pounded into oblivion by his boyfriend. He imagined their jealous faces, their shock, their visible arousal. He imagined everything until you completely snapped his thread. He's unable to imagine anything. He can't think of anything other than you, your cock, the electricity, and how good it fucking felt.

"Muh~ muh~!" He can barely speak. His tears are mixing with the blood on his cheek.

"You're tightening around me-" You groan and bite his neck. "Gonna come?"

"Yes~! Yes~! Yes~!" He feels another orgasm erupting. "Fuh~ Fuck~ (Na~) (Na~me)~!"

"Fuck—" You feel your orgasm coming along with him.

"Aah~!" He rolls his eyes and head back, his legs wrapping around your body. You both come at the same time.

You take a moment to collect yourself and pull out, causing Heizou to whimper. You turn him over doggy style and go back to fucking him.

"Yes~!" Heizou grins, his tears dripping onto the floor. "Fuh~ me~!"

He jolts in pleasure with every one of your hard thrusts. It's just too fucking good.

"Archons-" You moan, absolutely loving the way Heizou's pussy feels. "So good baby." Though you can barely see it, you love the way his tiny little tits move back and forth as you fuck him.

"Uhn~! Ooh fuck~!" Heizou's completely blissed out. He moans your name over and over, barely able to say it fully.

"Guh~ guh~ nuh~ AAH~!" He squirts all over the floor when you shock him again, he loses the strength in his arms and slumps down.

"Fuck-" You groan, you felt a good bit of the shock yourself. You come inside him and the both of you collapse to the floor.

[puppypopcornpizza]

Compound

Warnings ➳ blood, descriptions of injury, pregnancy loss scare, violence

Pairing ➳ Daryl Dixon x F!reader

Word Count ➳ 738

Her heartbeat matched the gunshots. Fingers tightening over the grip as her back hit the concrete wall, air knocked from her lungs. 

Alarms blared from the other side of the building. Another shot. Glenn and Heath ran to the end of the hall, she hadn't heard from them since. It was supposed to be easy. 

Another savior, her lungs hurt from running. Ammo was low. Daryl and Rick's voices echoed off the walls. Where was Abraham? 

"Shit, I hope they found the armory."

The hallways darkened the more she ran, head feeling faint. She needed to move. Shirt sticking to the red, they'd make a fuss over it. Everything was fine. It would be stupid to hide it. 

"Rick!" Head turning her way, another savior fell behind him. The rifle clicked empty. 

"Are you okay? We need to get outta here." 

"Let's go." 

Adrenaline wore off with each step, it was light outside. The ground rushed up and Daryl's arms were around her. She cried out. 

"Shit, we need'a get you home." 

Distant mumbles to her ears, she scraped up all the strength she had left. 

"It went straight through, I'm fine." 

"You ain't arguing this-" 

A back door shot open, motorcycle speeding out. She hung onto Glenn for support while Daryl tackled the man from the bike, he wouldn't stop hitting. 

"Hey. Hey! I need you to stay with me. Heath's gonna take you home, okay?" 

She wanted to laugh at him, everything was fine. Why would Glenn be so worried? Another arm wrapped over her waist - she cried out once more. There wasn't even a pain anymore, she just wanted to sleep. Her eyes drifted off into the nothingness. It was peaceful. Quiet. 

"Rick! We're losing her!" 

"Lower your gun, prick."

Voices faded in slowly, a steady beeping in the background. The room felt sterile, scents of medication in the air. Something wrapped tightly over her stomach. 

Consciousness suddenly reeling in, everything was fast. Someone was on the walkie-talkie, they didn't know if Maggie and Carol were alright - if the saviors came back. 

She shot up with a gasp, a sharp pain shooting throughout her abdomen down to her legs. Denise was there in a second.

"Hey, you're alright. Maybe don't do that." 

"T-the saviors, what happened to them? Did everyone make it out? Are they okay? Where are-" 

"Everyone's alright, sunshine." 

Daryl stood leaning against the doorway, weariness in his voice. He looked like he hadn't slept. 

"I'll go check on Maggie." 

Heart racing - she pushed herself up. Daryl at her side instantly, a hand on her shoulder and more pillows for support. 

"What happened, is Maggie okay?" 

"Had some trouble but everything's fine." 

"What trouble?" 

Steady beeping turned rapid, Daryl's eyes shot from her to the screen. She pleaded at him. 

"Everyone got out, we'll talk about it later." 

"What happened to Maggie?" 

He sighed, chair scraping the floors. Fingers picked at skin while he spoke, knuckles still bloody. He didn't want to talk. 

"Carol and Maggie got taken by their guys and shit happened." 

"What happened?" 

Daryl eyed her carefully. Leaning back, his pinky drew a line across his lower abdomen. Her heart sank. 

"She'll be okay." 

"Christ." 

She ran her fingers along the bandage of her own injury. Maggie's voice came through the other room. She felt the tears. 

"Why didn't you say somethin'?" 

"What?" 

"Blood was dry when we walked out." 

"Wasn't a big deal." 

"You passed out." 

"Minor inconvenience." 

Daryl's head fell to the sheets with a heavy sigh, his shoulders sinking. All she wanted to do was get up and give the woman in the other room a hug. Daryl's fingers held onto hers. 

"She's not okay, Daryl."

"I know." 

Denise helped Maggie to the door, a gasp when they locked eyes and a blur of hugs and questions. 

"Oh my god, you're awake. Are you okay?" 

"Are you?" Maggie's eyes lowered to the rip in her shirt, a long sigh followed by a nod. Daryl peeked from behind his arms. 

"Get your rest, I'll be around." 

She couldn't miss the emptiness in the other woman's eyes, the kind that have seen too much. Lost too much. It broke her heart. 

Daryl's finger ran along hers at the door clicking shut. Bitten down nails drawing patterns into her skin. She knew he was trying to help.

"Have you been here all night?" 

"Nah." 

"I think you're lying." 

"Might be."

[likorys-shimenawa]

@flashfictionfridayofficial

This one HURT. I'm gonna write another fluffy one just to counter it.

The journey has been nothing, but trouble and complications since the first day. Why should funeral of the Durins be any different?

Bilbo stood for hours by Thorin’s side before, tears unending and voice cracking with every whimper. He could do little else as half of his very being laid dead and unmoving.

No tricks. No magic. No eagles.

No Thorin.

The tears dripped down his nose and he run out of borrowed handkerchiefs. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve already soaked trough, sniffling pitifully. His throat is raw from screaming and weeping, all words lost to him.

Gone with Thorin.

Ripped out his chest the way his heart was, to be buried deep below. Everything bright and warm and kind gone along with Thorin’s last breath.

Finally though, he moved, forcing his feet to drag over the stone floor. He had to look at the boys one last time.

Bilbo stops in place. He blinks. Balin brushed past him as Bilbo tilts his head this way and that, mind struggling to hold onto any thoughts slippery with grief that drowns everything.

Kili is laid with a sword.

Bilbo’s hands twitch as Dori and Ori walked around him. They gave him a look Bilbo barely notices, his whole body shaking.

No, it was no seas of grief drowning him.

It was pure rage that burned like his favorite moonshine with invisible flames, only awaiting a single kindling.

Kindling he just found, setting him ablaze.

“Who did this.” His mouth moves and his lips crack, blood sweet on his tongue.

“Bilbo?” Balin turned to him just as he gently holds Kili’s hands and then pulls on the sword. It doesn’t go until he sets a foot against the stone and rips it away. “Lad! What’s wrong?”

“Bilbo, what’s gotten into you?!” Gandalf moved closer and Bilbo turns, swiping the sword at him. It slips from his hands and hits the damn wizard on his leg and Bilbo wishes his lips remembered how to smile.

“I’ve had it with you lot!” he turns and points a finger ad Dain and his men lined up at the steps, ignoring hands laid on weapons held back only by King rising his hand.

King! Bilbo hisses. Usurper come to warm it’s way in, like coocoo chick into robins’ nest!

“I let everything slide – I let you remove my braids, I let you dress them up in finery they would never want, I let you lay my one and only heart down with the thrice cursed gem that took his very life, I let you bar Kili’s love from setting him off, but this?!” Bilbo kicks the sword and it falls into a crevice, clangs echoing in the dreadful silence. His hands still shake and wish for the weight of Sting that has long grown comforting. “I will not watch him laid to rest dressed up in lies!”

“Bilbo.” Balin put hand on his arm and Bilbo’s turns. His tear-stained cheeks make him stumble despite standing still, the gored-out crevice in his chest pulsing with new pain. “Laddie, what’d you mean-?”

“He was an archer!” Bilbo hisses and turns to point at Dain.

It’s all because of him, coming to start this senseless war, dragging in dwarven council that kept nudging and hinting and stepping on Bilbo’s toes until they pushed him away as far from Thorin as they could.

“He won’t be laid to rest with stranger’s sword, not for your pathetic prejudice!” Bilbo screams, throat burning as if he was spitting out the very flames that made his blood boil, venom dripping from his tongue. “You will lay him to rest with honor if it’s the last thing I make you do!” Dwalin and Dori grab him, to stop him from launching himself at Dain.

“Bilbo.” Gandalf’s staff hits his head and Bilbo glares at him, but his eyes are watery and sad, so Bilbo stops struggling.  “Your one and only heart?”

Bilbo shrugs stiffly. He’s never told anyone, only Thorin as he laid dying. Who was he, to claim the heart of a dwarven king? Who was he to demand anything beyond friendship that he still managed to ruin?

So he kept to what he was lucky enough to gain, friendly talks and soft smiles, braiding their hair as he would a lover’s and fauntlings’ in Shire, embroidering Baggins patterns as he fixed their clothing.

They took it all away and he could bare it, but he won’t have them disrespect Kili!

“What’s he wearing?!” someone gasps and Bilbo fixes his ruffled clothes. He shivers as he touches cold mithril.

“Thorin gave it to me before the battle.” He snaps, baring his teeth, ready to bite whoever would dare try and take it away. “Wouldn’t stop hissing about the gold – how it’s ours, only hours and we shan’t part with a single coin.” Bilbo shivers at the memory, tried to remember loving smiles over a silly acorn. “Then gave me this. As a t-token of- of o-our-” sob breaks his voice. He presses a hand to his mouth.

He needs to do this for Kili.

“He gave it to you, even as gold madness twisted his mind?” Balin whispers. “As a token?” he’s crying again and Bilbo reaches to wipe his cheeks.

He still can’t find his voice, so he nods.

“I declare it!” Dain stomp metal leg against the stone. “Let mithril shine stand against any who would doubt halfling’s claim – he was Thorin’s One to share and carry burdens, and thusly shall be treated!”

Bilbo blinks, watching as the council stood around Dain starts muttering and glaring, but none dare speak up.

Dain takes of his crown.

“Will you claim your place, halfling?”

Bilbo takes a shuddering breath. His mind floats above it all, detached from Balin’s whispering about his claim to the throne, calling him and Thorin as good as married.

“I do.”

Bilbo is crowned. The company cheers. Kili is laid down with a bow and Thorin without the Arkenstone. The crown is heavy on his head and his smile bloody-sweet.

[pe0ple3ater]

hi peeper!!

Gun ramble?? Gun ramble🖤 (slight gore warning) you’ve written about this before I’m just having Thoughts

thinking about cellbit being fucked in prison with a gun to his head (consensual) and realizing he’s way too into that for his own good

the big scary cannibal becoming so obedient, all “yes sir” and big wide eyes (though partially for his praise kink ofc)

thinking about cellbit being whored out because what’s he gonna when a single move from his dom could get him killed?

it probably takes a while for anyone (except Felps) to actually to load the gun but they do, keep the safety on and maybe flick it off to fire one shot that has cellbit screaming as he cums

once Pac gets ahold of all this oh Cellbit’s fucked

pac and Felps double domming him and maybe low key getting revenge for the shit that happened in prison

Roier getting super possessive hearing what he got up to in fuga impossivel

Melissa…with a gun…😳

for so many reasons cellbit would absolutely have a cnc thing being on top and on bottom

🖤I like guns and I’ve been shooting since I could I could hold one so uh even more ramble

the trigger is not a gentle object. Don’t punch it, that will mess up your shot, but it resists to prevent accidents and there’s the tiniest second between when that resistance gives way before the explosion that’s…well it’s something. Euphoric type of weight lifted feeling, a literal release of pressure. The perfect moment for a character to go “oh fuck” either good or bad. That’s what relates the shooter to whatever is on the other end of the barrel

on the other side of that, this is one of the most powerful objects humans have ever created. This thing could paint my brains against a wall and turn my head into a gaping, gruesome mess of bone and blood and ripped skin. Mmmput it in mouth. Or at throat. It’s very very good at giving the illusion of not having a choice (not that we don’t all know that but whatever). And I mean hey. With regen and healing potions who’s to say you couldn’t shoot someone non-fatally?

that’s uh that’s all I guess. Cellbit and Felps with a gun kink

-Sin

SCREAMS. HEY SIN UH. I LOVE YOU. Holy shit yeah someone hold a gun to his head and fuck his brains out. Shoot blanks and make him sob and scream. It's a fear and power thing. He wants the power robbed from him. Shoot him in the leg to make him stay still, shoot him in the stomach and fuck him hard and fast until the blood loss gets him. His fucking brain going all fuzzy and making him dizzy. Holy shit I'm so hard. Raaagh.

Pac and Felps double domming him. Yeah so true.