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[fushiguho]

ᯓ★ Roommates!SuguSato would have you spread apart and teased everyday. You cannot convince me otherwise, I will not listen.

It doesn’t matter the occasion or weather or hour, Satoru would have your legs pried open every fucking day. With your bare back to his chest, you sit so prettily between his sprawled legs, his dark blindfold occluding your vision. Those large, gaunt hands of his are hooked beneath the crook of your knees, the soft pads of his fingers digging into your skin, keeping you still. He’s idly slumped against the headboard as he spreads you apart, a sleazy grin twisting his lips.

His warm, steady breaths aerate against the soft skin of your neck, creeping down, down, down your shuddering spine. You feel utterly helpless. All you can do is whimper fruitlessly, those pretty, slick lips gaped and uselessly begging for something, anything. Satoru trails kiss after agonizing kiss along the warm flesh of your throat, mindlessly craning your head to the side with his hand in a victorious attempt to taste more of you.

Absentmindedly, his other hand is creeping down your pretty, heaving frame. Those long, nimble fingers sweep across your nipples, gingerly pulling one of them between his thumb and index, squeezing. As your body arches up and away from his he laughs — it’s so familiar, the way it’s merely a breath against the shell of your ear, or rather a humorous huff of air that mimics laughter. Either way, it makes your legs snap closed, but your efforts are done in vain because Satoru is only prying you apart again with disapproving tsk.

Suguru is never too far, don’t you worry. The edge of the plush mattress sinks as the sable-haired man kneels onto the disheveled sheets, crawling toward both his best friend and you. A deep, guttural groan parts his lips as he nears your bare, perspiring body. Your legs are sprawled embarrassingly wide, that poor, weeping cunt on shameless display just begging to be taken care of. God, if only you could see their quiet expressions, their subtle, fleeting glances of… awe? Mutual pining?

“Look at you, always been suuuch a pretty girl, huh?” Suguru hums, his low, hooded eyes flickering across the entirety of your exposed body. “And all for us?”

“Allll for us.” Satoru affirms almost arrogantly, pulling your legs further apart as if to prove a point.

It’s near violent the way your body completely shudders under their touch, a loud, pretty gasp dragging from your stupidly parted lips. Suguru’s warm fingers are brazenly spreading you apart, idly gliding between your drooling lips, dispersing your arousal. From your desperate, leaking hole allll the way to the head of your clit, he mindlessly smears your essence before entirely sinking inside of you. Two, burly digits stuff you full, bottoming out at the gleaming, silver rings that adorn his knuckles.

Your maw sags and Satoru is shutting you up with a sloppy, haphazard kiss before you can cry out for more. Blindly, his hand is too reaching between your legs, curious fingers latching against your pretty, swollen clit. Again, and again, and again, he traces tight, monotonous circles over the puffy bundle of nerves, stilling your hips so that you can’t wriggle away from them. The tips of Satoru’s fingers brush against his friend’s as he messily works them inside of you, lazily fucking to the back of your cunt with a drunk, crooked smirk.

A lewd, deafening squelch! cries from between your outstretched thighs and both of their cocks swell. You are just so bewitchingly pretty and exposed that they can’t possibly help the way their fat, desperate balls are aching for you. The palpable throb is almost painful, yearning for a mere taste your cunt and she wants it too, she’s damn near crying for it and god, can they tell. They can see the way your bountiful arousal spills down Suguru’s fingers, how it continues to seep from your tightening hole like a broken faucet that begs to be mended, fuck, even how it creeps between the fat of your ass, pooling in an obscene puddle beneath you, ruining the silken sheets.

“God, do you see this, Sato?” Suguru observes, sharp gaze briefly flitting upward as he creeps closer, his warm breath fanning your poor, slobbering pussy. “Barely touched her and she’s making such a mess… drooling down my fingers like such a nasty girl. Are you, pretty?” He grins wickedly and Satoru’s cock twitches. You can only nod dumbly, hips whorishly bucking toward the hands that paw at you.

“Nuh uh, don’t just nod your fucking head. I didn’t gag you, sweetheart.” Satoru urges as he forces your head back to rest against his shoulder, exposing your throat. “Answer him nicely.” He whispers, his lips hidden behind the crook of your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe, cunt tightening around Suguru’s fingers, “I am a nasty girl.”

“Yeah?” His fingers furl upward, pressing against your tensing walls and your hips jerk desperately. “You gonna let us fuck this pretty cunt, huh? Like a good, nasty girl?”

“Answer him.” Satoru hums.

“Yes, p… please.” It’s a broken, helpless plea, your bottom lip trembling.

The two men share a laugh — a deep, gut wrenching laugh that belts from the depths of their chests. Your body jerks against Satoru’s from the force of his laughter, startling you. Nothing is even funny, you’re just the cutest thing they have ever seen; so helpless and willing and ready. Just sprawled apart, waiting to be fucked by the two men you live amongst and you’ll take it all, of course. Every seraphic inch of their tongues, their mouths, their fingers, their cocks. It doesn’t matter. You are their nasty girl after all, right?

[lunarw0rks]

the scenario: you’ve been really pent up lately, stress between work + everyday life and graves decides that he’s gonna help you de-stress (by riding him 🤭)

in the act, you’re practically fucking yourself stupid, like into oblivion…deep in. and you don’t even realize how overstimulated graves is getting until he literally pulls you off him (he came about three times prior)

🗝 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔣 🗝 𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔭 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰

a/n: anon -- send me that audio you were talking about, too!! ;) not proofread/edited. warning(s): nsfw, established relationship, overstim. (g & r), stress relief but make it steamy, husband!graves, fem!reader ───have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

As if the day couldn't have been worse, you dropped your keys when you made it to the door. Every muscle ached as you bent down to pick them up — now upright with a tight scowl on your face.

The lock struggled until you jerked the key around a few times, finally hearing the click when it budged. With a flustered grown, you stepped inside and shut the door behind you, greeted with the comfort of your home. Dim and quiet, but still preferable over the migraine-inducing fluorescents of your workplace.

Your purse slid off your shoulder, falling somewhere on the hard ground. Frankly, you didn't have a care in the world about picking it up. That was a task for the morning — the first day of the weekend after a hellacious work week.

You made your rounds in the kitchen first, cracking open the first bottled beverage you could get your hands on. Flavored water, though if it would've been alcohol, you weren't in any mood to refuse. You finished the drink with heavy breaths, setting it down on the counter.

"Tough day, darlin’?" His well-acquainted voice hits your ears soothingly, shifting your attention from the counter below you to him. Wearing one of his old PT shirts and boxers, still visibly disheveled from lying in bed.

You bite back the urge to be snarky, reminding yourself that it’s indeed not the fault of the man comforting you that’s got you so worked up.

“Just work.” You mumble, then let out a defeated sigh. It’s your shitty boss, it’s the overwhelming workload, it’s everything, really.

With his lips pressed into a line, he nods as if he’s simply accepted your answer. You know by now that his wheels are turning, however.

“Mind if I help?”

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You didn't get a full breath of air until his back finally hit the mattress, nor did you bother to get undressed fully. Instead, straddled him in your work clothes; panties pulled aside, button-up disturbed and slightly open from his yanks.

Graves found it best to say nothing unless it was muttering a comfort or praise into your ear. But you still hadn't let go of those frustrations yet — even with his honeyed worship.

Even after you pulled your first orgasm, even after his warm spurts of cum filled you — you had no desire to stop.

The silver lining? Whatever got you so worked up had long passed. Now, all you could scrounge in your psyche was the sensation of your husband's cock crammed up inside you.

His tip, reddened and slick with his seed and your arousal, still upright and swollen despite how long you've been using your cunt as a means for abuse. Nothing but a toy, at least while you were in the midst of a sour mood.

But Graves had no qualms about that; watching your tits bounce, your face contort as you moaned, the sweat rolling down your forehead until it went between your cleavage. His rough hands are on your hips, aiding you in swallowing every inch of him. Each time you'd clench or constrict around him, he felt another jolting sensation — inching him towards yet another release.

You hadn't stopped once, only slowed when you needed to readjust or cope with the burning of your thigh muscles. The pleasure was too divine to halt entirely — evident in how you had successfully overstimulated yourself and him.

"That's it, doll. Look at you..." Though his smirk had turned more into a muddled expression of ecstasy, his praising and bluster prevailed. Your soaked, pillowy cunt pulsing around his length, rendering him officially pussydrunk.

The lude squelches increased in volume when you began rocking against him at a wicked pace, feeling your third orgasm approaching rapidly. Remnants of the previous were leaking out of you, either spilling down your inner thighs and onto the sheets or being fucked back into you when he would thrust upward to meet you.

Graves' head snapped back against the pillows, yet again ready for another quick release. Every time he thought you would be too fatigued to continue, you rutted and got more desperate for another rush of erotic euphoria. It was too much, even for him — but you were too goddamn attractive like this, using him as an appendage to fuck away the frustrations, mouth wide open, hair ruinous and damp with sweat.

With the little strength he had left, he found himself determined to make this orgasm triumphant over the others. Before, all he had done was lay back and be used, but currently he found himself sitting up to meet you chest to chest.

His speech was slurred, as desperate as your bellows of pleasure. "Good girl, gorgeous. Keep usin' my cock— gonna cum again, aren't you? Atta' girl." His thumb found your puffy clit, circling and applying pressure to surge your approaching finish. Focusing on much of anything when so deeply stimulated was hard enough — however, this, he could manage.

How your moans had gotten louder, how you began to tremble all over again, it was worth it. Your eyes rolled slightly, head in the crook of his neck when you came undone around his cock for a third time. Nails dug into the tanned flesh of his shoulders, muscles tightening as the coil in your abdomen expelled all at once.

Overwhelming pleasure coursed through you, heightened by the two climaxes before. This one is the most daunting, the most fiercely shown on your body.

He had reached his own finish while you were too lost in your own. You only noticed when you heard his desperate grunts, that hot searing deep inside you as his cum spurted deep within you. Your back seemed to be stuck in a partial arch, every muscle in your thighs burning and aching for rest. But your mind was a fog, a fog with only one thing on your mind; more pleasure.

Graves fell back against the mattress as the remainder of his intense orgasm retreated, completely out of breath and flushed.

With less effort than before, your hips resumed a meek grind, powering through the ache of over-exertion. Another whimper slipped you as your nerves fizzled with the mounds of stimulation resuming all over your body.

His eyes shot open again, hands digging into your sides and forcing them to halt, "no more, sweetheart, you're exhausted." He slurred, taking a few seconds to lift you off of his now softening length. His cock fell limp against his thigh, slick and with a milky ring where you had creamed in the heat of the moment.

"I-I'm sorry, baby. Got carried away, huh?" Your chest heaved repeatedly, eyes lidded and drowsy — and all from your own doing. He barely lifted a finger, so to speak, and you were fucked-out. To think seconds ago you were desperate for another release and rutting again was miraculous. You found yourself slumped on top of his sweaty chest, still in the midst of catching your breath.

"You could say that darlin'. Don't think there's anything left down there." Graves chuckled slightly, though the expression was subdued with exhaustion.

He snaked up an arm, brushing away your sweaty strands and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Christ, you're shaking."

The sheets shuffled as they rubbed against each other until the throw blanket was draped over your trembling frame, engulfing you both into a literal bed of warmth.

Your eyes drooped without effort, the flutter of his heartbeat muffled as your senses dulled. The last sound you heard before plunging into much-needed sleep was his soothing voice. "Get some rest, sweetheart. Just sleep for me now..."

[hanniewho]

I loved your Mikey headcanons, Can you write your Gerard headcanons? You can write anything from sfw to dead dove

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I have so many things to yap about this skrunkly pookie wookie cookie of a man. And stalker gee would be so perfect omgomgmg

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Noncon, Panty sniffing, Masturbating, Privacy invasion, Corruption kink, Mention of piss, Blood and literally disgusting shit (I do not condone any of this behavior in real life so don't do it it's not cool and it's not hot!)

⋆✦ Pairings: Stalker! Gerard x Underage virgin fem reader

۫ ꣑ৎ DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

𝜗𝜚˚⋆SFW

The first time he saw you was one of the tour they're having, and you're in the front row with your mum and the closest to the stage.

You look so happy and smiling widely to him it made him almost forgot that's he's singing.

He feels so disgusted of himself for crushing on you, a high schooler, and not even legal yet, but he can't help it. You're so gorgeous and look so innocent he just wanna ruin you.

He would leave you flowers and gifts everyday with a note on it "Keep going you're great!" "Have some treat you're the best♡" "Even with all of these flowers none of them can show how much I love you :)"

You're wondering where these are coming from and who sends them. It's sweet and adorable but you're freaking out.

You don't even feel safe at home anymore because you feel like you're being watched, so you go to school even more often even though you hated it but it's better than staying home.

You feel your anxiety grew each week, and you talk about it to your friends. All of them are concerned for you.

And when you're at home you rarely came out of your room anymore.

You made sure all the windows are covered in curtains and locked, but of course, he found a way to break in he just loves you so much.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ NSFW

He would take so many pictures of you just to touch himself right after it he can't help himself.

He will break into your room just to kneel next to your bed and admire how pretty you are. And in the morning you wonder why your thighs always ended up with sticky load.

Your panties always go missing, too and here he is sniffing someone's panties and playing his rock hard cock.

He just love you so so much that he can't help himself but to dream to fuck you so good.

He always imagine how tight your pussy is since he knows everything about you.

He knows you're a virgin, and it turns him on even more he just wanna ruin your cute pussy and make you his!

You jolted awake to a pounding, your heart racing. At first, you thought it was the bass from your neighbor's stereo, but it was something more... personal. You lay in your small, dimly-lit room, the only source of light the flickering street lamp outside your window, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The mattress beneath you protested with every thrust, and the headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall. Panic set in as you realized the pounding was coming from inside you. You were being violated, your tight, virgin body being used against your will.

The pain was sharp, like a knife slicing through the tender barrier of your innocence. You tried to scream, but a rough hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the sound. You tasted the metallic tang of fear as you bit down on your lip, trying to hold back the tears. Your eyes searched the room frantically, but all you could make out was the dark figure hovering above you, his identity obscured by the shadows. His breath was hot and ragged, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room, and you felt his body weight pressing you down into the mattress.

He leaned closer, his grunts becoming more feral with every thrust. The smell of him, musky and unwelcome, filled your nostrils as he whispered into your ear, "You're tighter than I imagined." His words were a dark revelation, confirming the horror of what was happening. The hand over your mouth moved to grip your neck, his thumb tracing the pulse point, as if he were fascinated by the throb of your terror. "You're like killing me," he groaned, his voice a sinister rasp, "squeezing my cock like that." His eyes gleamed in the dim light, a sick, twisted pleasure etched into his features as he took in your wide-eyed, horrified gaze.

You couldn't help but moan into his hand, the pain morphing into a confusing mix of agony and arousal. The person you called your hero, your celebrity crush, was fucking you in the sacred sanctity of your own room, your parents' house a prison keeping you trapped with this monster. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, only to be lost in the pillow beneath you, as your body began to betray you. Your hips moved of their own accord, desperately seeking some semblance of comfort in the unyielding assault, and your walls clenched around him, a reflexive response to the intrusion.

Leaning down, he whispered into your ear, "Relax, okay?" His voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the violence of his actions. "It won't hurt so much if you just let go." His breath was warm and minty, and you realized with a start that he had been watching you, learning your routines, memorizing your scent, all while planning this twisted rendezvous. His teeth grazed the tender skin of your neck, and you felt a pinch as his fangs pierced your flesh. The pain was immediate and sharp, but it was soon overwhelmed by a rush of heat and pleasure that flooded your body. You were being turned on against your will, your traitorous body responding to the bite of the man who had been stalking you.

As he bit deeper, you felt your muscles relaxing, a strange lethargy seeping into your limbs. His hand around your neck tightened, and his thumb caressed your pulse as it raced under his touch. His eyes held yours, the gleam in them now one of power and satisfaction as he watched the fear slowly recede. You couldn't fight anymore; you were his to do with as he pleased. He began to move in earnest, his hips pistoning into you with a force that made the bed frame creak in protest. Each thrust sent waves of conflicting sensations through you: pain, pleasure, disgust, and a sick, twisted need for more.

"Fuck, you're so good," he grunted, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. His cock was thick and merciless, stretching you to the brink of what you could bear. His words were a taunt, a declaration of his victory over your will. "You're going to take all of me, aren't you?" His hand left your neck, instead reaching down to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of resistance, any spark of defiance. But all he saw was a dull acceptance, a silent plea for it to be over.

He slammed into you again, his hips punishing your vulnerable form. "You want that, don't you?" His voice was a mix of lust and malice. "You want to be filled with my kids." His words were a violation in themselves, a perversion of the innocent crush you had once held for him. You felt your stomach clench at the thought, but your body responded, your walls contracting around him in an involuntary invitation for more. "Say it," he demanded, his voice now a growl. "Tell me how much you want it."

You shake your head 'no- please don't i-', your voice muffled by his palm, but he only laughed, the sound echoing through the room, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I know you do," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Your body's singing it for me." His thumb traced the outline of your lip, smearing your own blood onto your skin. "Say it," he repeated, his voice a seductive command that seemed to resonate in your very bones.

The struggle within you was visceral, a war between the primal instinct to survive and the uncontrollable desire that his bite had kindled. Each thrust brought you closer to the precipice of pleasure and pain, and you felt your resolve crumbling. "I-I don't," you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his eyes burning into yours. "Say it," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Say you want it." His thumb slid over your lip, the coppery taste of your own blood a stark reminder of the power he held over you.

You felt his tongue, warm and wet, trace the line of your neck. His breath hitched as he took in your scent, his pupils dilating with arousal. "I saw how you looked at me that day," he murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble. "Your eyes, it's like you're looking at me like I saved your life." His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of disgust and a perverse thrill that made your stomach churn.

His licks grew more insistent, his tongue circling the bite marks like a vulture over fresh kill. Each pass sent a jolt of sensation through your body, and you couldn't help the small whimpers that escaped your lips. The pleasure was wrong, a twisted mockery of what it should be, but it was there, undeniable and intoxicating. His hand moved from your chin to your throat, squeezing gently, reminding you of the power he had over your life. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice a whispered snarl.

You met his gaze, those piercing eyes that had once held so much hope and admiration now filled with a dark, possessive hunger. "Tell me," he said, his voice thick with desire, "tell me how much you want me to fill you with my cum." The words were a slap in the face, but your body responded with a betraying throb, your arousal growing with each twisted second that ticked by. You felt your cheeks flush with shame and anger, but the fight in you was waning.

With a snarl, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat. His teeth sank into your flesh again, this time with a ferocity that made you gasp. The pain was intense, but it was quickly drowned out by the flood of pleasure that followed, as if your body had been rewired to crave his bite. He began to fuck you harder, his hips slapping against your thighs with a wet, obscene sound. His hand moved to your chest, his long, cold fingers playing with your nipples, rolling and pinching until you moaned into his palm.

You couldn't believe what was happening. The person you had once adored, the one whose posters lined your walls, was now the monster that owned your body. And yet, the pleasure was undeniable, a sick, twisted dance of pain and ecstasy that made you feel so alive yet so dirty. Your not fully developed breasts bounced with each thrust, and you could feel the ache deep within you, the pressure building, threatening to shatter the last of your resolve. You cursed your parents for being out of town, leaving you at the mercy of this madman who had invaded your sanctuary.

As you felt his fingers tease and pinch your sensitive nipples, you bit down on your bottom lip, the sting of pain mixing with the sensation of his teeth in your neck. It was as if your body was torn between the need to scream for help and the betraying pleasure that coursed through your veins with every twisted caress. You could feel his excitement growing, his movements becoming more frantic, and you knew he was close to his release. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of his possession, trying to find a shred of dignity in the dark corners of your mind.

The curses you silently whispered to your parents grew louder in your head with every thrust, your anger a fiery beacon in the sea of fear and despair. They had always been so overprotective, so concerned about who you talked to, who you saw, what you did. Yet, here you were, in the most vulnerable moment of your life, and they were nowhere to be found. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow, making the situation feel even more like a nightmare you couldn't wake from.

As the pressure within you grew, so did the intensity of his bites, his teeth digging deeper into your tender flesh, his hands now a vice around your throat and the small mounds of your chest. You could feel his hunger, his need to claim you fully, to make you his in the most primal way possible. Each pinch of your nipples sent a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your back arch involuntarily. Your breaths came out in ragged gasps, muffled by the hand that still covered your mouth.

His laugh was a low, guttural sound that vibrated against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine. "Oh fuck," he groaned, "you're clenching around me like a vise, baby. You need to stop that, it's killing my dick." His words were a twisted mix of pain and pleasure, the kind that made your stomach drop and your pussy clench around him even tighter. His hips rocked into you with renewed vigor, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room.

The pressure within you built to a crescendo, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm you never wanted, never asked for. His eyes bore into yours, the hunger in them unmistakable as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need an answer; his cock was a living testament to your body's response to his violent ministrations.

His hand trailed down from your throat, over your chest, and paused at the bulge of your stomach. He pushed into the soft flesh, the feeling of his hand so alien, so wrong, and yet your body responded with a betraying shiver of excitement. The reality of his invasion was stark, a physical manifestation of the deep, dark secret that was now lodged within you. He grinned, his teeth stained with your blood, and you realized with a jolt of horror that he was watching the signs of his own pleasure reflected in your eyes.

"Look at that," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're so full of me." His fingers circled the swollen flesh of your abdomen, pressing down as he thrust into you, emphasizing the depth of his penetration. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of revulsion and a perverse thrill that had you biting down harder on the hand muffling your screams. You could feel the head of his cock nudging against your cervix with every plunge, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.

His eyes never left yours, watching with a twisted fascination as you squirmed beneath him. "You're going to take it all," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take every drop of my cum, and you're going to beg for more." His hand on your stomach grew more insistent, his nails digging in slightly, a reminder of the power he held over you. You felt the first tremors of an orgasm you never wanted, your body's natural response to the relentless pounding that was driving you closer to the edge.

Your eyes searched his, pleading, but all you saw was the monster that lurked beneath the surface. His hand moved lower, his thumb circling your clit with a practiced ease that made you feel even more violated. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to make your body respond even as your mind recoiled in horror. The pressure grew unbearable, and you knew you were going to break. "Please," you whispered, your voice a trembling mess. "Please stop." But the words were lost in the cacophony of your own moans and his grunts of pleasure.

His eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" His thumb pressed down harder, and you felt your body tighten around him. "You're going to scream my name when I fill you up." The thought of giving him what he wanted was unbearable, but the sensation was too intense to ignore. You bit down on the hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that were threatening to escape. "I feel like I'm gonna pee," you sobbed, your voice muffled and pathetic.

Gerard chuckled darkly, his teeth still buried in your neck. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're gonna come for me, baby." His hips bucked faster, his cock slamming into you with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You felt a warm rush building, the pressure in your lower belly becoming unbearable. It was as if your body was being torn apart by the force of his lust and your own unwanted response.

You couldn't stop the moan that escaped, your body arching off the bed despite your attempts to hold back. The pleasure was like a wildfire, consuming you, turning your fear and anger into something darker, something that made you feel alive in the most twisted way possible. His eyes never left yours, his smile widening as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "That's it," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let go for me."

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, you did. The orgasm ripped through you, tearing apart the last shreds of your dignity. Your walls spasmed around his cock, milking him, and you felt him tense, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into you. His bite grew deeper, and you felt a warmth spread from the puncture wounds, a strange feeling that was both soothing and terrifying. His cum filled you, a thick, hot presence that made your stomach churn with a mix of pleasure and disgust. You were his now, in the most intimate way possible, and there was no going back.

Tears streamed down your face as he pulled away, his eyes still gleaming with triumph. He licked the blood from his teeth with a satisfied smack, a grin spreading across his face like a dark shadow. "See?" he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "It's not so bad, is it?" He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "You liked it, didn't you?" His hand slid down your body, coming to rest on the sticky mess between your legs, his fingers coated in your blood and his cum. "You're going to want more," he promised, his voice dripping with a sinister anticipation.

The sobs that tore from your throat were a mix of pain and anger, a visceral rejection of his claim. "No," you slurred out, your voice thick with tears and fear. "Fuck no." But even as you denied it, your traitorous body was still quivering with the aftershocks of your unwanted orgasm, the muscles of your pussy clenching around the emptiness he had left behind. You felt dirty, used, and utterly destroyed. The taste of your own blood in your mouth was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation.

He pulled out of you with a wet pop, the absence of his thick cock leaving you feeling both relieved and violated. He leaned over, his smile wide and predatory, and pushed your leg over his shoulder. The gesture was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the violence that had just occurred. "Aww, you're clenching around nothing," he cooed, his voice a twisted parody of affection. "That's so cute." His thumb traced over your swollen clit, and you couldn't help the involuntary jerk of your hips, the sensitivity of your overstimulated flesh making you shiver.

The room spun around you, the smell of sex and fear thick in the air. You felt his eyes on you, watching you with a mix of curiosity and hunger. It was as if he were studying you, cataloging your every reaction for some twisted, future encounter. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down your spine. "I can't wait to see what else I can get you to do." His fingers slid back inside you, coated in your juices and his own seed, and you whimpered, your body betraying you with a shudder of pleasure.

He began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit. Your body responded despite the horror of the situation, your walls clenching around his intrusion. The sensation was too much, a blend of pain and pleasure that you couldn't escape. His eyes never left yours, a silent challenge that made your stomach twist. "You want more," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. "You can't help it."

You felt yourself trembling, your muscles tightening around his fingers as he worked you expertly. Your mind screamed for it to stop, but your body was a traitor, responding to his touch like it was a lifeline. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your ear as he murmured, "Just say it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up again." The words were a dark seduction, a siren's call that your body was powerless to resist.

With each word, his grip on your neck loosened slightly, his thumb tracing gentle patterns along your jawline. His breath was sweet, a stark contrast to the metallic taste of your own blood. "Let me love you," he whispered, his voice a velvet caress that made your skin crawl and your stomach churn. "Let me give you everything you've ever dreamed of." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and you felt your mouth open slightly, his words a drug that clouded your judgment.

Your mind reeled with the promise of escape, of a life free from the pain and fear that now suffocated you. You wanted to believe him, to give in to the dark allure of his words. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. He was a predator, a monster masquerading as a savior. "Anything," he murmured, his eyes searching yours, "just tell me what you want, and it's yours." The weight of his body was a constant reminder of his power, his fingers still moving inside you with a disturbing gentleness.

You searched for something, anything to cling to, a way out of the horror that had become your reality. And in that moment, a spark of defiance flickered to life. "Get out," you whispered, your voice hoarse from screaming into his hand. "Leave me alone." The words were a whispered challenge, a declaration of your refusal to be his plaything.

He paused, his eyes narrowing, his thumb still circling your clit. "What did you say?" His voice was deceptively calm, a serpent coiled and ready to strike. But you felt a shift in the air, a hint of doubt in his touch. You knew you had to be careful, to play the part of the victim while searching for a way to fight back.

"Please," you whimpered, forcing a tremble into your voice, "please don't do this." Your eyes searched his, trying to find a shred of humanity in the monster that held you captive. His hand stilled, and for a moment, you thought you'd convinced him. But then his smile grew, a chilling twist of his lips that sent a cold shiver down your spine.

"You're so convincing," he said, his voice low and mocking. "But we both know the truth, don't we?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face. "Your body tells me everything I need to know." His hand around your neck tightened, a silent warning not to challenge him. His thumb slid back to your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch.

You felt a flicker of anger, a small flame of rebellion that grew with each sickening stroke. "No," you choked out, your voice a hoarse whisper. "It's not what I want." But even as you denied it, your body was betraying you again, your pussy clenching around his fingers. The pleasure was a living lie, a mockery of everything you felt for him before this night.

Gerard leaned in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Oh, but it is," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of temptation. "You can't lie to me, not like this." His words were a taunt, a declaration of his victory over your will. You felt his breath on your neck as he took in your scent, his fangs scraping against your skin. The anticipation was a knife's edge, cutting through the fog of fear and pain.

You swallowed hard, your eyes searching the room for anything that could serve as a weapon. But it was a futile effort; he had chosen his hunting ground well. The room was empty, stripped of anything that could help you. The only sounds were the ragged gasps of your own breath and the wet, obscene noises of his fingers moving in and out of you. You could feel his cock, still hard and demanding, pressing against your inner thigh. The thought of him taking you again was almost too much to bear.

With a snarl, you reached down and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from your pussy. He laughed, the sound a chilling counterpoint to the seriousness of the situation. "So feisty," he said, his grip tightening around your throat. "But it's too late for that." His thumb continued to circle your clit, and you bit back a whimper of pleasure.

He leaned in, peppering your face with wet, open-mouthed kisses. "How about you be a good girl and just take my cock, yeah?" he murmured, his voice a seductive hiss that made your skin crawl. His other hand reached up to fondle your underdeveloped breast, his cold, claw-like fingers pinching your tender nipple. The sensation was a mix of pain and arousal that had you writhing beneath him, hating yourself for the response your body couldn't help but give.

With a grin, he flipped you onto your stomach, your face buried in the pillows. The fabric muffled your cries as he pushed your legs apart, his body looming over you like a dark specter. "Don't go stiff," he warned, his voice a harsh whisper, "it'll hurt." The reality of his words sank in, and you forced yourself to relax, your body trembling with fear and revulsion.

You felt the mattress shift as he positioned himself behind you, his cock, still slick with your blood and juices, pressing against your bruised entrance. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he entered you once more, the pillows muffling your screams. Each thrust was a painful reminder of his dominance, your body stretching to accommodate his thickness. The smell of him was everywhere, a heady mix of lust and power that made your stomach churn.

His balls slapped against your ass with each movement, the sensation a stark contrast to the coldness of his skin. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, you felt the heat of his body deep inside you, the reality of his invasion impossible to ignore. His breath was hot on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings that curdled in your ears. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of possession. "I own every part of you."

The bed frame groaned in protest, the springs squeaking with the force of his thrusts. You could feel the sticky mess of your combined fluids coating your thighs, a sticky reminder of his dominance. His hand moved up to your neck, his grip tightening as he began to fuck you harder, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. "Scream for me," he ordered, his voice a harsh command. "Let me hear how much you love it."

You bit down on the pillow, muffling your cries as best you could. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, but your body was no longer your own. Each thrust sent waves of painful pleasure through you, a twisted symphony of agony and arousal that you couldn't ignore. His other hand slid down to your clit, his thumb pressing down with just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was a rhythmic beat in the quiet of the night, a morbid soundtrack to the horror playing out. You felt his cock swell even further inside you, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. Your muscles tightened, preparing for the inevitable release. You clenched your eyes shut, willing it to stop, but it was as if your body had a mind of its own.

With a feral growl, he leaned down and bit into your shoulder, the pain sharp and sudden. Your muffled scream was lost in the fabric of the pillow as you felt him come, his hot seed filling you up. Your body responded in kind, betraying you once again with a powerful orgasm that had you bucking against him. He held you down, grunting with each spurt of his release, his teeth still embedded in your skin.

As the tremors of his climax subsided, he pulled out of you, his grip on your hair releasing. You collapsed onto the mattress, your body a trembling mess of pain and pleasure. The metallic taste of your own blood mingled with your tears as you lay there, panting and defeated. He rolled you onto your back, his eyes gleaming in the dim light as he licked the blood from your neck, his tongue hot and rough against your sensitive skin.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice a low growl. You met his gaze, the defiance in your eyes replaced with a dull emptiness. He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" He whispered, his thumb tracing the fresh bite marks on your neck. "You're going to do everything I say."

You nodded weakly, the fight draining out of you. What was the point in resisting? Your body had already betrayed you once; it would surely do so again. He smirked, pleased with your response. "That's my girl," he said, his voice a dark caress that made your skin crawl. He leaned in and kissed you, his tongue forcing its way past your lips, tasting of your blood and his own saliva.

As he pulled away, you felt a strange warmth spread through your body, a sensation that was both soothing and terrifying. It was as if he were marking you from the inside out, leaving a part of himself in every inch of your being. Your eyes fluttered closed, unable to meet his gaze any longer. The weight of his body lifted from yours, and you heard the rustle of clothing as he dressed.

The sound of his belt buckling was a stark reminder of the reality of your situation. He was going to leave you here, used and discarded like a piece of trash. "Are you just going to leave me like that?" you managed to croak out, the words barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Gerard paused, his eyes flickering down to the mess between your legs before meeting yours again. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent a cold shiver down your spine. "But you need to rest, little one. I have big plans for you." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I'll be watching you, always."

The room grew colder as he left, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed through the silence. You lay there, your body still trembling with aftershocks of pain and unwanted pleasure. The smell of him lingered, a heady mix of cologne and sweat that made you want to retch. Your mind raced, trying to process the horror of what had just happened, the reality of your new life as his toy, his pet, his...lover?

[animeyanderelover]

It is Muzan so read with caution.

@leveyani @kanaosprotector

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, abduction, control, gaslighting, manipulation, death, Nsfw, choking, non-con, blood kink, sadism, dacryphilia, overstimulation, oral sex

Nsfw Hc’s

🩸Muzan’s everyday behavior that he presents to his subordinates as well as to his darling is something that you are even confronted with when it comes to the sexual aspects of the life you have now. Nothing changes. Instead it only turns out so much worse for you as your consent isn’t of any importance to Muzan. From the very beginning of his immortal life Muzan has always taken what he has desired. You are something that he desired and so he tore you away from the familiar and normal life you used to live only to satisfy his own greed. His ego knows no limits, his thirst for control and possession is never quenched. So be a good doll for him and let him do whatever he desires to do with you. It has never been about your dreams and hopes, it has only ever been about his own desires and now it is about his sexual needs. Helpless to defend yourself, the only choice you have is to let him ravish you until you lose count of time. Until you pass out from overstimulation. Until Muzan is satiated.

🩸The pain and the terror you experience throughout all of it is something that only turns on Muzan. The helplessness and the feeling of weakness that always forces the tears of frustration down your cheeks only feed his inflated ego as it is a searing reminder for you that you are nothing underneath him. He knows that you are his little plaything with which he can do anything he wants and it is this feeling of ownership and utter control that makes your cries and tears of anguish and the vile act of raping you all the more appealing. He loves to remind both of you that you are vulnerable and helpless to bask in the feeling of his own power and at the same time to break you and teach you to fall in line. Sexual punishment is something that exists with Muzan, especially if he knows that it terrifies you. And let me tell you, it will be anything but a pleasant experience for you. As he only cares about his own pleasure, he will ignore gladly the condition of your own body until he leaves you a broken mess.

🩸You have made horrible experiences during sex with Muzan. He’s oftentimes verbally bullying and degrading you whilst he brutally knocks the air out of your lungs with every harsh thrust of his. He very rarely preps you for his cock as he just shoves the entire thing into your dry hole. He has a terrible temper that tends to burst out during the heights of his own pleasure. A feral look is then on his face, his pupils narrowing to slits as his claws grow and scrap your neck as he starts choking you or just grabs every fleshy body part available to him whilst his teeth dig into your flesh and blood seeps out. The taste of your blood is truly remarkable for odd reasons and the sweetness of it goes straight to his hard length as an ache that has to be taken care of. It almost always hurts more for you when he tastes your blood and presses you even further into the mattress, his hips snapping rapidly against your own until you feel like your pelvis bone will shatter.

🩸The worst experiences that you have made though are those when he forced you to suck him off or take him in front of someone else. Sometimes you were forced to cockwarm him whilst he was in company of his Upper Moons, fully dressed whilst you were placed naked on his lap. You will never forget how you were forced to face his subordinates, all of them bowing their head to their master although you could still hear the occasional giggle or the brief glance some of them gave you whilst you were aching due to your walls keeping his manhood inside of you for so long. You will never forget how you had to do your best to not start whimpering whenever he would suddenly start rolling and grinding his hips against you whilst calmly giving orders to his Upper Moons. The most scarring memories you have are those where he forced you into sexual activities with him whilst another human was watching with the great purpose of breaking your own spirit.

🩸You especially recall it when he brought over one of your close acquaintances or even family member during your first few months with him where you wouldn’t stop begging him to let you go or cried because you wanted to return to your friends and family. Didn’t he do you a favor by reuniting you with them? Sure, you might have been too busy then choking on his cock as you sucked him off with tears streaming down your face to properly converse with them, but he brought you the people you had so desperately missed. If only they would still be alive… It truly is a cruel game he plays as he forces you into humiliating deeds only to kill every human he brings right after or even during the act. You hate the latter option the most when his body is mounting you, covered in the blood of the human he just killed with their dead corpse within your vicinity. The stench of blood and guts and the burning pain you feel every time he thrusts inside of you have either caused you to vomit or pass out.

🩸Whether you pass out because of sheer exhaustion from overstimulation or your brain shuts down due to the horrors he has committed whilst hammering himself inside of you, Muzan only stops when he feels like it. He is the Demon King, his stamina is limitless after all. You don't expect him at all to give you any aftercare due to his horrible personality and you get the expected neglect of any care quite often. Perhaps it is the fact that you are so used to this cold side of his that any attention and care directed at you makes you even more wary of him, although a desperate and tired part just wants to enjoy the love Muzan gives you in such moments. What does he want from you in such moments? You can't help the caution whenever his thrusts are smooth and slow instead of harsh and bruising or when he actually draws a bath for you and cleans you up after a long and sweaty session instead of leaving you alone in your misery.

[callsignavalon]

first date

warnings: none, mostly fluff, happy ending,

shoto x reader! first date

Shoto was not an easy person to read, so when you asked him out on a date, you weren’t expecting him to say yes. First, you didn’t think he actually liked you back, so it could’ve gone very badly. And second, the curfew and strict rules of the school kind of prevented the two of you from going anywhere so you weren’t sure what you could even do if he said yes. He of course surprised you with his answer, even asking if he could plan it out.

He picked the date, said to dress comfy, and would meet you in the common room at 5:00 on Friday evening. It was Tuesday, and the confidence you had when asking him out disappeared into a wave of anxiety at the thought of what to wear.

"Dress comfy" meant a lot of things, so you picked over the next few days about what was considered comfy, talking with Tsu and some of the other girls. You ended up settling on black leggings that flare at the bottom and a sweater with the school’s name on it, and maybe you felt a little too casual but it’s not like you had your whole wardrobe at the school. You paired it with sneakers and kept your hair in your everyday look and sprayed your favorite scent as the final touch.

Waiting in the common room was nerve-racking, but when you saw Shoto, you couldn’t help but feel the nerves turn to butterflies. He was in black joggers, a loose-fitting white tee, and a comfy-looking cardigan. “Looks like we’re both early,” he said, giving you a small smile and reaching out his hand to help you up, chills going through your body at his touch. Why? You weren’t sure considering it wasn’t his icy side that touched you.

“Ready to go?”

To your surprise, the date led you to the very top of the student housing. He had set up an air mattress along with tons of blankets and pillows, with a small screen projector on a stand he made with ice (because of course he did). There was a sheet for the movie to be played on and a bunch of snacks and drinks set up on the bed.

“This is amazing!” you said, eyes beaming as you took in all the little things he had curated together for this date. He made every bit of it so incredibly special.

“You didn’t have to do all of this!”

“I wanted to,” he said, a shy smile playing at his lips. “I asked Tsu what your favorite snacks and movies were since she’s your best friend and all…” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And Iida helped me get permission from the school for us to even be up here.. we have to be back by 9:30.” He admits, cheeks tinged a light like. You couldn’t help yourself; you pulled him into a big hug, to which he immediately accepted.

.“Thank you, Sho”

For the next few hours, the two of you talked, watched movies, and ate snacks. He opened up a lot during the time and, unlike the normally relaxed, rarely exuding any emotions version of himself, Shoto had even become giddy and all smiles at a few things you said. He did need reassurance a few times that you were enjoying yourself, sometimes needing you to very specifically tell him what and how much you enjoyed it- but that was just him.

“Are you sure you’re having a good time? I wasn’t sure if—”

“It’s perfect. I promise. The best first date ever,” you calmly reassured him, taking his hand in yours. “The ice stand is such a silly but cute touch. You’ve done so much to make this special. Thank you.”

He gave a small smile and nodded, and though he wasn’t talking much, he simply admired and listened to everything you had to say. He’d laugh at your jokes and smile big whenever you’d do something cute. Unfortunately, curfew came sooner than the two of you wanted, and you offered to help him pack everything up, but he insisted he’d do it himself.

“Let me walk you to your room?” he said with a smile, knowing he could come back and gather everything later.

“Fine, but I’m helping next time.” You muttered teasingly, smiling as you took his hand as an offer to help you up.

The walk back was silent, the two of you just enjoying each other’s presence. He had truly taken you on the best date you’d ever been on, it was nice and calm—something you needed after all the events taking place at UA.

“Well, this is me,” you stated, opening your door but turning to face him. “Thank you for tonight…”

He gave a simple nod, and you assumed that was all you were going to get. You smiled back and, right before you shut your door, his warm hand lightly touched your arm, once again giving you chills despite his warmth.

“Could I.. can I kiss you?” he stammered out, letting go of your arm to watch for your reaction.

“Oh thank god, I thought you weren’t going to ask!” You accidentally spat out, eyes widening as he gave you an amused look.

“Is that a yes then?” He was so close, cerulean and grey staring into your own eyes.

“Please.. before I say something else and ruin it.”

Shoto grinned, gently cupping your face as he stepped closer, watching your eyes fall shut before he pressed his lips to yours. All the excitement and care from the night he spent with you and all the unspoken moments before being shown in the kiss.

After a few minutes of gentle kisses, soft laugher and little mumbles of appreciation, the two of you finally parted, smiles and pure excitement radiating from you both. Shoto left that night feeling something in himself he’d never experienced before, happiness washing over him even as he cleaned up after the two of you on the rooftop.

Yes, Shoto Todoroki was not an easy person to read, but you had finally gotten past the introduction chapters and into the relationship arc of your story.

[blu-writes]

By Primus’s Will

An original Optimus Prime x AFAB!Reader Fanfic by Blu <3

Author Note: The pronouns used will be they/them to keep it mostly gender neutral, but y/n is AFAB. This is also my first fanfic in a really long time, I apologize if it’s not the best. This is also going to be entirely my own AU, there will be returning characters from other media but the storyline is my own ^^

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Swearing, EXTREME SLOW BURN

A bead of sweat dripped down your forehead, stinging your eyes as you swiped it away. The dirt stained jumpsuit you were sporting smeared a new line of dark brown/orange across your face. "Jesus Christ.."

"Y/N! Is your beam secured properly? Make sure the bolts are all fastened correctly! Get focused!"

'Yeah yeah whatever. I know how to do my job.' You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes before throwing a thumbs up in the air to your boss. "Yes Sir! Everything is fastened I'm back on my way down as we speak!"

Maneuvering down the side of the half built building, you made sure to watch your feet, wary of the placement of loose nails, sharp edged beams, and other construction workers as well. You knew it was almost time to head home, the sun dipping low behind the cities skyline. "Y/N, You've been spacing out like crazy today. Are you good? Do you need a day off?"

'Yes.'

"No, I know I've been working everyday but I really just need the money right now. Especially with rent coming up." Your boss looked at you and crossed his arms. "Listen, Y/N. I get it, but payday is tomorrow. Just take tomorrow and the weekend off. I don't wanna see you in whenever I get here in the morning. You're gonna kill yourself with working everyday. An entire month of working nonstop is going to make you sick." Before you could protest he handed you a slip, the words "DAILY CLOCK CARD." written in bold letters. "Sir, I'm okay I promise. I'll be fine to keep-" He cut you off and pointed at the pop up warehouse. "Go. You need to rest, im not paying for any workers comp if you pass out and get hurt on site." 'You...You don't pay for that? The company does?'

You drug your feet all the way to the clock out station, making every last second of your time count before submitting your time card. You walked to your locker and pulled out your bag, grabbing your car keys and walking to the parking lot of the building you were helping build. You unlocked the car and began your journey home, the sun finally setting as you began the long drive out of the city and into the desert, where your home was located and far from the shining bright lights of the city.

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Pulling into your driveway, you turned off the car and headed up the stairs to your house, unlocking the door and pulling your grimy work boots off to leave outside by the front door.

Once inside you flipped some of the lights on and walked to your bathroom, stripping naked to shower and get all the dirt and nastiness off of you from work. The steam from the shower quickly filled the room and you brushed your teeth before hopping in the shower and relaxing as the warmth of the water poured down your back.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax before a loud boom rang through your ears. “What the hell?!” You quickly turned off the water and wrapped a towel around yourself, looking outside to try and see what the noise was.

The darkness made it hard to see, even though the moon had fully risen by this point. In the shadows though you saw what looked like a giant crater in the ground, some brush around the area glowing like it had almost caught on fire. You squinted and gasped when you began to hear helicopters in the distance, shutting the curtain and all the lights off in the house so they would leave you alone.

‘What in the hell is going on? Did a piece of a satellite just fall in my yard?’

You threw on a loose night shirt and climbed into bed, pulling your covers up over you and relaxing into the mattress, your eyes beginning to feel heavy almost immediately.

‘If a satellite fell then the government better be willing to pay me for the damage to my property..’

You closed your eyes and fell asleep, only slightly annoyed by the sound of helicopter blades above your house.

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[zerobasekazuha]

Penguin pebbling (Afab Venture x Fem reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Sloane wanted to show how they felt to Y/n without actually saying it. They had been close to her for quite sometime and had always passed their feelings as strong because they were best friends. Not because they might have feelings for her. It took some time to come to that realization. Mainly because they didn’t want to ruin the friendship with how their body reacted to her.

They pondered day and night in their tent on how they could make it known in their own way how they felt without saying anything. At first they considered writing notes anonymously, however that idea was quickly shot down because Y/n can recognize their handwriting quickly. They thought of a few more ideas before getting frustrated and plopping down onto the air mattress that seemed to creek under their weight.

As Sloane rested on the bed with their eyes closed and idea hit them suddenly. A great idea in which they knew Y/n would have no idea in what it meant. They could give her crystals and rocks they find in the caves on any of their excavations. They had their own small collection of keepsakes but they wouldn’t mind giving her some. They stood up and grabbed their box where they kept all their keepsakes and looked over each one.

“Rose Quartz? Nah too cliché. Moonstone? Nah she wouldn’t like that either…” Sloane mumbled to themselves as they searched over each crystal they’ve kept there. Soon after they held one in their hand which they hadn’t done research on before. It was a rose red and still had its sharper square crystal corners. They searched up the description and sure enough it was called Rhodochrosite.

Upon more research it was used to stimulate love and passion in the soul. Sloane thought about it over and decided this was the perfect one. But they couldn’t give it to her in this raw form. They wanted it to be smooth like a pebble in the photos. So they spent some of the night fixing this gemstone until it was exactly how they wanted it. They packaged it up with this tissue paper and with a leftover gift box they placed it inside. It wasn’t brand new but it would have to do.

The next morning Sloane awake promptly at 10 AM. They were out to look for Y/n. Once they found her they tried to keep composure as they handed her the gift. They didn’t say much as they just stuck out the gift box to her as to say here take it.

“Uh..thanks?” Y/n said confused with how they suddenly gave her a gift. It wasn’t her birthday or anything so seeing this was surprising to say the least. Sloane tried to hide how embarrassed they looked as she opened the lid of the gift box. She seen a smooth stone in a deeper red color. She picked it up holding it within her hand.

“Sloane this is beautiful, where did you get it?” She asked looking at them and seeing how they had their cheeks a soft red color. It could be the heat. “I made it.” They said simply trying not to stutter. “It’s a gemstone right?” She asked trying to use her own basis of knowledge she learned from them. “Yeah, I thought you would..like it.”

From then on Sloane had been giving Y/n different gemstones in different shapes and sizes. Some ranging from a smooth round pebble to the raw stone itself. This went on for the next couple of weeks. And Y/n didn’t think anything of it. She found it sweet that Sloane was giving them gemstones they found.

However as time passed Sloane got more frustrated with how Y/n wasn’t understanding. They pondered over if they should just tell her or not. Everything in their body was telling them not to do it. But they couldn’t resist it. Everyday was like torture to them. Seeing her smile and laugh, feeling her soft skin when they hugged them. They suffered. They wanted no more than to just kiss her or do anything to make her feel like she’s on top of the world.

Eventually they mustered up the courage to try and tell her. One day they got up and texted her asking if they could hang out. She replied right away pretty quickly. And here they were, waiting slightly dressed up with flowers in hand. They had a small ponytail in the back of their head. Hoping they looked good.

But when they saw her it was like time stopped. They almost couldn’t believe they were going to ask her out. As she walked closer they tried to straighten themselves up and be strong. “Sloane what’s the occasion? You’re all dressed up.” She said looking at their outfit. Their button up was ironed as best as possible and they had black slacks on. They didn’t want to look too dressed up.

“I-I just..I love you!” They said before quickly covering their mouth. They didn’t mean to say it that quickly. They had an entire heartfelt confession and it was just thrown out the window because they messed up. “W-wait no that’s not what I-“ They stopped talking when they heard Y/n laughing. Was she laughing at them? They blushed darker and looked a little upset.

“Hey I’m trying my hardest! It’s not funny!” They grumbled as they averted their eyes from her. But after she stopped laughing and gently cupped their face. She used to be taller than them when they were younger but all the sudden Sloane grew up. “I’m surprised you didn’t catch on earlier. That’s why it’s so funny.” Hearing that they were confused. What did she mean catch on earlier?

“What?” Sloane asked looking a little lost. “I’m surprised you haven’t noticed how I felt for you. I’ve always felt some kind of way. I guess it could be love.” It wasn’t that she guessed she was sure. Though she tried to ignore it. And the more she did the more she felt for them. It was like a never ending cycle.

Sloane thought it was some sick joke. Was she telling the absolute truth? They couldn’t believe it until they thought back on every interaction. She always used to look at them a little longer, or even touch them for longer than she was supposed to. Then they wrapped their arms around her and squeezed her in a bear hug.

“So we’re like dating now?” They asked letting her go after a few seconds. “No you have to actually ask me silly.” Oh right. Sloane cleared their throat and held both of her hands. They wanted this to be dramatic but sweet at the same time. Sloane looked into Y/n’s eyes and took a breath. “Y/n I wanted to ask if…you would be my girlfriend? Or if I could be your partner?” They said proud of themselves for not stuttering.

Y/n melted because of how sweet it was. She nodded with a grin on her face. “Of course Sloane.” She said before kissing their forehead. Later on that night as Sloane laid in bed they looked over the meaning of the first stone they had given her. And for a second it seemed that it was true. Or maybe it could have been a placebo. Whatever it was they felt like a weight had been removed from their shoulders. And now that they got their feelings out that’s all that mattered.

Another banger out!!! Eventually I’ll put out a smut with cowpoke venture or maybe I’ll put out a smut with ice cream venture (I brought the skin I couldn’t resist) Any second opinion is welcomed for the next one^^

[pedroshotwifey]

Birthday Present

In honor of our father's birthday ;)

(Picture of Pedro but can be pictured as either Joel) <3

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags/Warnings: NO use of Y/N, implied age gap but not specified, daddy kink, Joel calls himself daddy because Joel is daddy, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), slight over-stimulation, Joel and reader are in love because I said so, Joel likes tits, smut, fluff, im probably forgetting stuff but oh well

Summary: You do your best to give Joel the best birthday, and he lets you know how much he appreciates it.

A/N: This is officially the shortest thing I've written! I wrote it all on short notice so I hope it doesn't sound rushed or anything :,) ***

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Gonna kill me before those clickers even get the goddamn chance.”

You giggle as you stare up at Joel. That’s exactly the kind of reaction you had been hoping for. You’ve been planning this day for close to a week, after all. It took a good bit of trading, but you somehow managed to get a lingerie set as well as  ingredients for a cake—both of those things being a rare delicacy nowadays. 

“Yeah, you like your gift, Daddy?” you ask him with feigned innocence. He tilts his head and gives you a warning look. You know damn well that he likes it. Who wouldn’t? He comes home after a long day of work to find his girl spread out on his bed, wrapped up in white, baby doll style lingerie, complete with a pretty little ribbon in her hair. 

His perfect little birthday present. Joel keeps his hungry gaze on your barely-covered body as he kicks his boots off. His cock is already fighting to get out of its confines, his large bulge obvious against his jeans. 

“Hands and knees, baby girl,” he commands as he starts to work on his jacket. You obey him immediately, turning around and planting your forearms on the mattress, your ass high up in the air. Joel grunts behind you as he looks up to see you presenting yourself. There is only a small, lacy scrap of fabric separating him from your soft pussy. 

“Daddy’s gonna get good use outta his gift, ain't he, sweetheart,” he says as he walks over to you, his voice deep with lust. You know he’s hungry for this, After a stressful day, his favorite thing to do is come home and fuck the shit out of you. His perfect girl, staying home and cleaning the house, cooking him good meals, warming his bed, starting his showers. You deserve the world, and he hates that he can’t give it to you. 

Instead, he brings you gifts. Perfumes, outfits, treats, books, and the like. He treats you like an absolute princess, and fucks you just the way you need. He never fails to make you feel special and appreciated. Your love for him seems to somehow grow more everyday, and his for you. 

“Please, Daddy, it’s all yours,” your voice is breathy and your legs are already shaking in anticipation. You hear Joel chuckle behind you and turn around to look, only to see him standing, fully undressed now, with his hardened cock in his hand. The involuntary moan you let out at the sight is just bordering on pornagraphic. 

His dick never fails to intimidate you. The fact that it stands at a little over seven inches fully erect is enough to make your eyes widen even without the girth. With the ridiculous girth, however, it makes you want to get on your knees and worship him until he’s coming all over your face—which is what you decide to do.

Joel opens his mouth to question you as you slink from the bed, but you’re down in front of him with his cock in your small hand before he has the chance. He lets out a choked groan as you squeeze the tiniest bit before licking a stripe up the bottom of his shaft. His hand quickly finds its way to your hair for stability, rustling the ribbon you had secured there. 

“Fuck, darlin’” he says through gritted teeth. He pushes you forward slightly with his hand, encouraging you to go further. Getting the hint, you lean forward and take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You waste no time in suctioning to the head, making Joel moan above you.

“Yeah, there you go baby, just like that,” he praises through clenched teeth as you begin to take him deeper down your throat. It doesn’t take too much of you sucking and licking his dick to have Joel on the edge. You hum, sending vibrations up his body as you feel how close he’s getting.

As soon as he starts to shake, you’re pulled away from him, his cock dropping from your mouth. Confused, you look up at him to see the way he has his eyes closed in concentration. 

“Such a good girl for Daddy, baby, but I wanna fuck that pretty pussy,” he says once he opens his eyes. “Get back up on the bed for me, angel.”

Smiling, you follow his orders, this time laying on your back with your ass close to the edge. You want to be able to look into his pretty eyes as he ruins you. You spread your legs wide for him as he comes closer, a feral look in his eyes. 

“Goddamn, baby, wanna unwrap my present, but I’m too fuckin’ impatient,” he says as he rushes toward you, his hand coming out to play with your lacy panties. “Wanna play with my toy now.”

“That’s okay, Daddy,” you assure him with another giggle. “I want you to play with your toy, too.” 

Joel doesn’t wait any longer to slot between your legs, put them over his shoulders, and pull your panties to the side just enough to slam his cock into your cunt. The force of the first thrust knocks the breath out of you, but it’s okay since you would have forgotten how to breath, anyway.

He always makes you feel so full. It’s like as soon as he stuffs his dick into you, every thought leaves your mind, only leaving enough room for him. You gasp in the air you lost as Joel pulls out just enough to leave the tip in before shoving back in to kiss your g-spot with his cock. 

“Oh, God, Daddy,” your speech is slurred as you begin to go cock-dumb. Joel chuckles darkly as he starts a rapid pace. You bring your hands up to play with your nipples through your lingerie, but he quickly shoves your arms away before tugging at the top of the set.

He pulls just enough to let your breasts spill free, his eyes becoming transfixed on the way they bounce up and down with each of his thrusts. 

“There you go, baby, play with those pretty tits for me, now.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You immediately resume your earlier actions, whining at the friction. You can feel the pressure already building up in your core, and it’s quickly enhanced as Joel brings one of his hands down to rub rough circles over your clit. You moan loudly as you quickly approach the edge.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Joel questions as he starts making faster and tighter circles. “Gonna come all over Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes, yes,” you start. “S-so good, gonna come for you,” your voice comes out whiny and high pitched but you can’t find it in you to care. It only takes a few more seconds for you to gush around Joel’s dick. You cry out as you squeeze around him and he rides you through it. 

“T-there you go, baby girl, so fuckin’ good f’ me.” 

You can tell by the way he stutters as he speaks that he’s close again, his thrusts getting more sloppy and frantic. He doesn’t stop moving as he grabs your ankles to bring your legs back down and wrap them around his waist. You immediately cross your ankles together behind him and use them to pull him closer to you.

Once your legs are where he wants them, he brings his hand back down and touches your lips with his fingertips, requesting entry. You quickly oblige, opening your lips to allow him to dip his fingers into your mouth. Once they’re covered in your spit, he draws them back out and brings them to your overstimulated clit. 

You keen at the pressure as he starts his circles again. Somehow, your second orgasm seems to come on faster than the first. Between Joel’s fingers swirling over your clit and the way his cock is consistently slamming into that heavenly spot inside you, you’re gushing around his cock within seconds. 

Joel groans as you finish again. You barely register the way he wraps his arms around you to bring you into a semi-sitting position. The change makes it so that your tits are at the perfect height for Joel to duck down and take a nipple into his mouth, which he eagerly does. Your hand flies into his sweaty curls as he begins to suck. 

At the same time you scream, you feel his cock throb inside you, followed by thick ropes of cum painting your walls. The feeling triggers your third orgasm, and Joel finds just enough strength to pull away from your breast and find your swollen lips with his own. 

He kisses you hungrily as you both come down from your highs. He moans and grunts into your mouth as he shakes, and you readily swallow every sound. Once you both start to calm down, he settles you back onto your back and then takes the spot next to you, both of you laying on the bed while trying to catch your breath. 

“Happy birthday, old man,” you say after a few minutes. You hear Joel chuckle next to you and your smile widens. You’ll never get enough of that sound. 

“Thank you, sweet girl,” he says, choosing to ignore your ‘old man’ comment. “Couldn’t have asked for a better present.”

Your chest warms. You haven’t even given him his cake yet.

[carame1bunny]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Kinktober Day 2: Morning sex

w/Ashley Graham☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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word count: 1k

warning: morning sex, pussy eating, tribbing, girl on girl action, fluffy smut

summary: is there anything better than taking care of your girlfriend, whose period leaves her with pain? of course, having to take care of your girlfriend, who is needy and whiny for you and your body.

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Your girlfriend, Ashley, had been having her period in the last few days. You two usually had some form of sex every day, but her monthly bleeding was very painful. So, your days were spent by taking care of your whimpery girl, always caressing her tummy, making her hot chocolate and cuddling her. The day before, it finally ended and both of you could finally take a breather.

However, Ashley woke up before you, the throbbing in her panties woke her up. She thought of you, you who was cuddled up to her side, in her bed, but she didn’t want to wake you up. You have been so kind and caring to her, you deserved the sleep. She will take care of herself. As she trailed a hand down to her underwear, she accidentally caressed your half naked form, and the decision was made.

She crawled between your legs and slowly pulled down the blanket. She watched as your nipples perked up from the cold air. Both of you slept in only your panties, even the coldest winter night was warm with your body heat against hers.

You had talked about this before and both of you were into the idea of waking each other up by sex, but neither of you did it before. So, she gently parted your legs and trailed kisses up from your knee to your inner thigh. The sensation of her soft lips made you sigh, but still not waking up. She sucked here and there, but she knew what would wake you up in a second. She licked you through your underwear, and circled her tongue around your clit. As she predicted, your eyes fluttered open, which caused her to pull your panties to the side and suck on your skin directly.

You threw your head back, while stretching your muscles, but your breath got stuck in your throat as she licked a fat stripe from your hole to your throbbing nub. “Oh, baby!” You said breathlessly.

“Morning, sweetheart!” She chirped happily and dived back down, you could see she was horny, her face got flushed and her eyes were shining with lust. She ate you like a dessert, she fucked you with her pointy tongue. She trailed your gummy walls with her wet muscle, as she did that, her round little nose was rubbing against your clit. Your freshly woken up body didn’t need much time before you came, she knew what to use, when and how way too cleverly when it came to you and your pussy. Who could have guessed that the President’s daughter was the grandmaster of her girlfriend’s cunt. She did her thing until you physically pushed her head away, which rewarded you with a high-pitched whine. You noticed how she was grinding her hips against the mattress while she worked on you, and you knew your girl from the inside and out.

You grabbed her blonde locks and pulled her up to eye-level. “What’s got you so worked up, honey?” You asked sweetly, that was the best method to make Ashley melt, sweet talk.

“Well… I’m not menstruating anymore, and we didn’t do anything in the past few days. So, I—I need you. I need to feel your body and to hear your sweet voice.”

You flipped both of you over, so now you were straddling her. You began with leaving kisses all around her face, which made her giggle, as they always did. The kisses traveled down to her neck, where you left various purple marks. She wore turtlenecks nearly everyday, so you never had to be logical with the placement of hickeys on her.

Her chest was heaving up and down, her nipples perked up from excitement. You popped one between your teeth and your darling moaned loudly.

After you played with both of her breasts, you wanted to taste her, but she surprised you by flipping you on your back. “I said I wanted to feel your body, that’s what I want.” She nearly tore her own panties off, and placed her wet pussy against yours. The feeling of her warm and soft folds resting on top of yours was another worldly. For a few moments, you just basked in each other’s presence. Soft kisses and sweet words were exchanged.

“My darling Y/N… You’re so pretty, you know that?” You blushed at her sugary compliment. Ashley was the only person who could make you want to giggle in such a compromising position. “You ready?” She asked and you gave her a firm nod.

She began grinding her hips against you and needed a few seconds to find the perfect pace. When she did, you wrapped your arms around her. As she moaned, you swallowed it right up. You could barely breathe, from the pleasure and from Ashley’s lips devouring yours.

You decided to join the grinding and it was even better. The only things that were heard inside her bedroom was moaning and the filthy sounds of two needy pussies rubbing up against each other.

When you two sped up, it was obvious that your orgasms were not far away. When they happened, you kept on grinding. Only stopping when your legs twitched and the air in your throats hitched.

She fell on top of your body, and buried her head in the crook of your neck.

“Feel better?” You cooed to her softly.

“Much, much better.” Her words were muffled and laced with sleepiness.

You reached over to put the fluffy blanket over your naked bodies and with a lingering kiss to her head… You closed your eyes again, except this time, very much sexually satisfied.

[euphor1a]

Bewitched (ii)

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~2.8K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit description of f!masturbation, minor fainting.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!

↬ previous 𓍯 series masterlist

↬ a/n: my apologies because it’s actually been ages since i posted the part one. thank you so much for your patience! we’re back <3

Lying flat on your bed, you gaze at the ceiling, watching the fan rotate tirelessly. It keeps going round and round. Unironically, it resembles the thoughts churning inside your head somehow. But, you’re not some machinery, and it’s draining you out.

Inhaling a deep breath, you close your eyes for the first time in a while, tilting your head sideways. It would be so nice if you could just turn off your brain. You let yourself sink into the mattress and pillow as your hands turn into loose fists.

It’s been five days. 5 freaking days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, 432,000 seconds since you last saw Daniel. Maybe you sound obsessed, crazy even. But isn’t it his fault? No cause, how dare he barge into your life like a tornado and flip every unsaid rule you used to follow? It doesn’t even end there. 

You feel intoxicated. You can’t get the thought of him out of your head, for the love of God. The soft crinkles on his face when he smiles, how his eyes sparkle, the enticing smell of his cologne, his hands all over your body, how his tongue felt against your core, the way he devoured your mouth—

Gosh, you need to stop. Catch a fucking break. This is getting way out of your hands. You’ve never been so distracted your whole life. And you hate the fact that he has so much power over you. He, who is just a random guy you met twice on the same day coincidentally and crossed a few lines with. Just?! Why?! Can’t?! You?! Get?! Over?! Him?!

You open your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed and lips tugged down in a frown. As your eyes mindlessly wander towards the ceiling fan once again, the events of that damned day start playing in front of your eyes. Was it really a coincidence? Or maybe a sick joke your life played with you? 

After he dropped you to your home that night, you had hoped to see more of him. But instead, Daniel just simply vanished into thin air. You’ve been trying to find him everyday in your breaks, sometimes even missing classes. Unbelievable, right? Too bad that it’s the very unfortunate truth.

But did that help in any shape or form? Nope. If he’s been around, you’d have definitely noticed!! As much as you hate to admit it, he’s insanely handsome. Daniel’s striking features will stand out anywhere, and in your case — it’s literally imprinted on your mind.

With a sigh, you close your eyes. Not to sound like a hopeless romantic, but a part of you hopes that he’ll be here to meet you soon. Like, he literally has your address!! But, on the realistic side of things, that is very unlikely to happen. 

Soon enough, the thought of Daniel envelops you in a warm feeling, your heart racing faster, your mind starting to play tricks with you. You briefly remember how his clothed bulge felt against your core, a soft whimper escaping you. Oh, how badly you needed to feel him deep inside you at that specific moment… 

You shake your head immediately, trying to clear your mind. What the hell are you doing? Fantasizing about a guy who just suddenly appeared one day and then vanished? You curse inwardly, feeling pathetic for being wrapped around his little finger. 

You hate this Daniel guy. Just one day and your feelings are all over the place. You barely spent a few hours with him, and you’re already so damn whipped. 

With a groan, you sit up, reaching for your phone that’s charging on the nightstand. You’re shocked to see several messages from Beomgyu… Did something happen?

Gyu: haiiii 🥰 

Gyu: bestie?! 👁️👄👁️ 

Gyu: HELLO?!?!?!?!?!?!? 

Gyu: OMFG, ____ R U OK 😭 

Gyu: :( 3 hours… you never take so long to reply 🥺 

Gyu: did i upset you in any way? 

Gyu: won’t tease you anymore… pls talk to me :( imy :( 

A sigh escapes you. Even though a part of you wants to be irritated, you really can’t. Because as you look at the time, you realize that you’ve been zoning out for nearly four hours. Of course, he’s worried, you’d be the same if you were in his shoes. 

____: Gyu 😭 no ofc not! Why would I be mad at you? 

Gyu: THANK GOD YOU REPLIED, I PANICKED NGL 

Gyu: ahem… anyway, why weren’t you responding then? 

____: Sorry, I was busy with smth :/ 

Gyu: really? for 4 hours? 🤥

____: … I was working on an assignment

Gyu: right… but you already submitted the one you had and no one assigned anything new

____: WHY DO I TELL YOU EVERY FUCKING THING GODDAMMIT 

Gyu: watch your language, princess 🤨

____: 🙄

Gyu: anyway lol, since you won’t tell me, let me take a WILD guess

Gyu: daydreaming about that mystery stranger again, are you? 🤡

____: …..

Gyu: yeah, ik 

____: You don’t understand….. 

Gyu: what???? 😩

____: Nothing…

Gyu: 😐

Gyu: see, this is the problem! you won’t even tell me his damn name! how am i supposed to help you out? 🤷‍♂️

____: It’s complicated 😭, I’d tell you otherwise :( 

____: You know that I’d never hide something from you if it’s harmless, right?

Gyu: WAIT 🤯😱

____: ????

Gyu: is he…. like a mafia? 😳

____: Aight imma just head out 

Gyu: sorry…

Gyu: umm it’s pretty late so have some good sleep and let’s meet on monday 🥺

Frustration bubbles up in your chest and you drop your phone by your side. A nap? Sleeping in this state? Fuck no. You need to ease yourself somehow.  

After debating what you should do for a while, you slowly take off the oversized sweatshirt you’re wearing. Starting to caress your sensitive skin, you whimper, your hands brushing on your inner thighs, your sides, your neck… anywhere it can reach. Once you feel the material of your cotton panties dampening up, you grab the vibrator from your bedside drawer. 

Because you’ve been thinking almost too much about Daniel and everything that he did to you, it’s very easy to picture him all over you. The device hums to life, and you waste no time to place it over your clothed clit. You jolt a little at the contact, overwhelmed by the sensations immediately. 

You wish it was him. For some reason, you just know that Daniel would love to use a vibrator on you, watching you cry and whine pathetically, begging for him as you fall apart quickly. You tweak your nipple with your spare hand, heat blazing through your body as you inch closer to a release. 

“Look at you, making a mess of yourself while thinking about me. Aren’t you cute?” His voice drifts in your ears, a whimper rumbling in your throat. “Just a little more, angel, you’re so close. Doing so well.” 

You unconsciously scream out ‘Daniel’ in relief as the orgasm finally hits you. With shaky hands, you turn off the vibrator, falling back on the bed. Your breaths are uneven and quick, thighs shaking from the aftermath. It takes you a while to regain composure. 

With a sigh, you get up and head straight to the bathroom, discarding your panties that are entirely ruined, drenched in your arousal and release. As the mildly warm spray of water finally hits your skin, you close your eyes, a plethora of emotions bubbling up in your chest. A lone tear trails down your cheek, followed by numerous ones that get lost within the water coming from the shower head.

Shame. You feel ashamed.

On Monday, 

You manage your way through the crowded cafeteria, looking for your friends. Some acquaintances beam and wave at you, but you barely offer them a small smile and a nod. You aren’t feeling your best today either, running on a very small amount of sleep and mood swings to top it off. Dealing with yourself is pretty tiring, especially when your emotions are all over the place.

A sudden feeling of someone’s gaze behind your back makes you halt. You turn around, letting your eyes roam over the tables behind you. Everyone seems to be minding their own business, as they should. Taking a deep breath, you go back to finding Beom-binnie. 

“____! Here!” Gyu’s voice takes your attention, a genuine smile blooming on your face automatically. You jog across the room to where they’re sitting, both of them standing up to wrap you up in a hug. You cozy up a lil’ in the comfortable warmth of them, the loud beating of Soobin’s heart surprising you. Is he… nervous? 

You pull away first, looking at Soobin strangely. Beomgyu touches your forearm in a worried manner before speaking up, “Hey? Everything alright? Don’t tell me that you’re falling for the heartthrob.” His tone is playful as usual. 

Soobin blushes heavily, his ears turning red as he avoids eye contact with both of you. On the other hand, Gyu bursts out laughing, holding onto his stomach. Cute, you think, amazed by these two polar opposites that are somehow attached at the hip. 

You roll your eyes, smacking Beomgyu jokingly. He immediately scrunches up his face in ‘pain’, earning a glare from you. “Shut up, crackhead! I was just wondering why Soob’s heartbeat is so fast.”

Beomgyu throws his friend a knowing look. You quirk your eyebrows at their shared look before enquiring, “Are you two hiding something? No cause, what was that? Literally!” 

The tall giant stutters for a bit, but Beomgyu is quick to cover for him. “He’s meeting someone today.” 

“A date?” You tap your chin thoughtfully. Wondering what exactly it could be.

“No, no!!!” Soobin interrupts, coughing, clearly embarrassed by his sudden outburst. “I’m meeting the devil himself today… It’s been a while since our last meeting, so I’m just nervous, haha.” 

You blink at him, throwing your hands up. “Can we sit? My leg hurts.” Both of the guys nod, Gyu sliding beside you whereas Soobin sits on your opposite. 

“So? Who’s this ‘devil’?” You wiggle your eyebrows, trying to extract some juicy information.

Beomgyu looks at you, his eyes dark. “Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun.” 

“Oh–” You know this name. You’ve heard people gossiping about this irresistibly charming ‘bad boy’. But you’ve never seen him in your life. 

“Soobin? Why do you need to meet with him?” You ask, slightly worried about your friend. Your impression of bad boys isn’t the best. 

“He’s… um– I need his help.” Soobin mumbles. 

“Why?” You press further.

“He’s a senior. He can help.” He answers, avoiding details.

“Oh yeah! No need to flex on us. Go meet with your cool seniors and stuff, me and ____ will be here.” Gyu chimes in, disrupting the heavy tension between you and Soobin.

You sigh, giving up. He clearly looks unwilling to talk about this more. “So when will you be meeting him?” you ask nonchalantly. 

“Near four pm, before leaving.” Soobin licks his dry lips, offering you a shaky smile.

You frown upon hearing the time, grumbling, “But… but we are supposed to hangout today!” 

Beomgyu pats your back, “Yeah, we were talking about it before you came. Soobin, tell us what you’re gonna do. If you’re not gonna come, then I’ll take her. She’s been sad lately.” 

Soobin’s face falls, his hand gripping yours as he talks in a gentle voice, “What happened, ____? Is everything alright?” 

You look at your joined hands, a pang of anger causing you to pull away. “Everything is fine. I don’t need anyone to worry about me.” 

“____...” Soobin sighs, looking at Beomgyu for help. 

“Hey it’s okay, shhh.” Gyu pulls you in his arms, your head resting on his shoulder. 

A long, uncomfortable silence stretches, the buzzing of the cafeteria fading away as you three stay trapped in the situation. 

“Okay, listen.” Soobin speaks up, his eyes focused on you. “Wait for me outside our favorite spot. I’ll be here… maybe a bit late but I’ll be there for sure.” 

Beomgyu smiles, “Good idea. No harm done, right miss universe?”

You pout at him, nodding and pulling away from his embrace. Your gaze finally meets Soobin, the hope glimmering in his eyes almost making you feel bad. 

“Mhm.” That’s all you say. 

In the evening, you find yourself with Beomgyu, walking together by the side of the quaint river. The streetlights illuminate the paved path as you take small steps. He’s the first one to break the silence. 

“So? Still thinking about that mystery guy?” 

You look up at him, your lips parting as a sigh escapes you. “... Yeah. You can say that.” 

“Can you at least tell me why you are thinking about this guy? Are you like, interested in him romantically?” 

You nod silently, looking at your feet shyly. Beomgyu claps your back, a smirk on his lips, “Great going, huh? Behind our back? So please tell me more about him. And, don’t stress it. I won’t ask his name if you’re that uncomfortable sharing.” 

You hesitate a bit, reaching out to squeeze his hand in gratitude. “I don’t really know… he has a fancy race car, and uh… ” You trail off, unsure what to say.

“Don’t tell me that you’re interested because of his car.” Gyu snorts, laughing at his own joke.

“No! It’s his vibes actually… he makes me feel, you know… things.” You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Ooohhh.” He throws you a meaningful look, but you smack his forearm in return. 

“Pervert! Can’t you think straight?” A huff leaves you, and Beomgyu almost falls down laughing.

“Oh– oh my god! I meant it in the most innocent way possible! Holy shit, did you two… get down to business??” 

The thought of his mouth on your pussy comes back to you, and you hide your face in your hands instinctively.

“Ooof, that sure answers my question! Get it girl! My girl got laid, gosh I’m so happy!!” He hoots, and you swear you just want to strangle him. If only he wasn’t that much taller—

“No! We just kissed! Get your head out of the gutter!” You insist, not the biggest fan of Beomgyu’s enthusiasm about your sex-life. 

His smile falters. “Ehh... Boring. Just a kiss? Nothing else? Are you sure?” 

Before you can even mentally prepare yourself to fight him, the sound of a loud motorbike engine catches both of you off-guard. You turn to the side quickly, pulling Beomgyu with you. 

“Thank you once again, I really appreciate it!” Soobin’s voice makes you look back at where you were just standing. There he is, several feet away, talking to the stranger who just dropped him off here.

“Whoa… who’s this with the scary looking bike?” Beomgyu whispers in your ear, pointing towards the guy wearing a helmet. 

You shake your head out of uncertainty, watching them as Soobin hands the person the helmet he was wearing. 

“Thank you! Will meet you soon again!” 

The stranger nods, but then, he looks to the side, finally spotting you and Beomgyu. 

Color drains from your face, the person’s gaze meeting yours through the glass panel of helmet. You’re taken back to eight days before, those same eyes looking into yours, sparkling in the moonlight before he leans in for a kiss. 

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel yourself getting dizzy. Beomgyu, standing by your side with no clue, catches you before you can fall down. In the back of your mind, you can hear the sound of the bike fading away.

Your eyes flutter, consciousness slowly coming back to you. “Oh, I think she’s waking up,” you hear, opening your eyes to find yourself in Soobin’s arms. Beomgyu dabs your face with a wet paper towel, tension melting away from his handsome features when your eyes meet. 

“____! Thank god you’re up! Are you okay?? Should we call an ambulance?” 

You wave your hands, motioning him to stop. There’s a throbbing pain on your head. But still, you slowly sit up on the bench they had laid you down on, clearing your throat. After all, you have much more important things to take care of. 

“Soobin?” You whisper, your voice cracking. 

“Yeah?” He tucks away the messy locks behind your ear, his eyes so gentle that for a moment you forget your question. 

“Who was that guy with you? Do you mind sharing his contact info with me?” 

Soobin looks as if lightning struck him, his jaw dropping. “I’m sorry but are you mad?? What are you gonna do with Choi Yeonjun’s contact? I don’t have it either way but what the hell are you saying?” 

You gulp nervously, Beomgyu’s worried gaze trailing over your face. “That was… Yeonjun?” 

Beomgyu cups your cheek. “Well yeah. Why, ____? Is everything alright? I noticed how shocked you were when Yeonjun looked at us.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine. “It’s… nothing.” You murmur, actually starting to feel sick. 

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intertwined | seokgyu

dokyeom loved mingyu so much that the sun and the moon disappeared from the sky most days, and all there was was him. it was dangerous from the start, and he knew that. don't fall in love with your best friend. don't spend every day with him. don't get so attached to him that there's not enough air in the world to fill your lungs when he's not around. these are all things he told himself over and over again until it was too late. until he did the worst thing he could have possibly done. he fell hopelessly in love with kim mingyu. 

mingyu took longer to fall, but it didn't mean he fell any less hard. his world view shifted the first time his lips met dokyeom's, and he's been in space ever since. he too knew that it was risky to fall in love with him. the heart wants what it wants. just be careful, he would say to himself. the positives outweighed the risks. until one day they didn't. 

"don't fall in love with your best friend". "don't date your bandmate". "don't fuck this up for everyone if you break up."that's what they all would say. 

3 whole years of bliss. of blurred days and nights, shared beds and clothes, small and big gestures, stolen kisses and hand holds, arguments and make ups. it all finally came crashing down. 

although he's ashamed to admit it, dokyeom lost a part of himself the day it ended. he became so intertwined with the man he gave his heart to that he took half of it when he left. the worst part? he's not even gone. dokyeom sees him. every single day. this was the risk they had been warned about, and now he knows why. each new band schedule is a sharp pain in his lost heart. he wakes up everyday, the side of the bed that used to be warm with mingyu's presence is always empty. sometimes out of habit he still reaches over to him, only to be fully woken up by the harsh feeling of his hand only being met with the cold mattress. 

today he walks into the practice room, baseball cap on and a hood over it, continuing his existence as a zombie. he goes through the motions, just to survive another day. the rest of the members tip toe around them, never knowing what to say. or who to comfort. there's tension all around. his safe space has been tainted. he doesn't talk or joke around like he used to, and it makes for an eerie quiet. he puts all his effort and energy into the dance, hoping to dance until he can't feel anymore. he practices his moves over and over to the point of exhaustion, hoping to at least be good at this one aspect of his life. the formation changes, and he moves to his spot in front of mingyu. vernon messes up the timing on his move, and the music stops. they stand around as he tries to fix it and dokyeom can feel a familiar pair of eyes on the back of his neck. he's still tuned in to him. into every single aspect of the man who used to be his. he doesn't turn around.

"dokyeom" he hears, the voice just as familiar as the stare. he turns ever so slightly, just enough to see past his hood. he doesn't vocalize a response. mingyu meets his eyes for just a brief second before looking back toward the ground.

"your shoe is untied" he says quietly, clearing his throat. dokyeom follows his gaze to his shoe, which is truly untied. he mumbles an 'oh. thanks' before turning back around and kneeling down to tie it. this is how just about every interaction has gone. it went from conversations at 3 am about wedding venues and what type of cake they would want  to "your shoe is untied". dokyeom stands back up, taking in a deep breath and urging himself not to cry. he's been doing that a lot. he cries at the slightest inconvenience. he cries when something reminds him of mingyu. he's waiting for his tears to run out. 

"alright guys lets run through this full out one more time" their choreographer says. dokyeom enters his focus zone, completely blocking out what just happened. he nails every step, keeping up his energy like he never was able to before. on one particularly difficult move, he puts a little too much personality into the footwork and is immediately on the ground. he rolls over, grabbing his knee and pulling it to his chest. he doesn't even understand where its hurting yet, he just knows it is. he grits his teeth and bites his lip, seriously not wanting to cry in front of them all yet again. he hears the music stop, then voices on top of each other all at once asking if he's okay. jeonghan approaches him, bending down to look at him and asks where it hurts. dokyeom's heart starts pounding in his chest and everything starts to sound like its underwater. no no no. not now, he thinks. but he can't stop it once its started. he's having a panic attack. he can't catch his breath no matter how hard he breathes in. all his calming down techniques go out the window as he is still aware of everyone's worried eyes on him. his leg hurts so bad. he just wants to give up. he can't even dance right either. 

his eyes are closed tight when the smell of vanilla and bergamot hits his nose, then a familiar voice manages to pierce through the sound of his heartbeat. 

"hey" the voice prods softly, a softness that has brought him out of these attacks many, many times. "look at me. you're okay". reluctantly, knowing who's going to be there when he looks up, dokyeom opens his eyes. 

it does nothing to calm down his heart when he sees the genuine worry on mingyu's face, and notices how he's taken his hand in his. he rubs soft circles on the top of his hand with his thumb, using the gesture he's learned to keep him grounded in reality and out of his head. this time mingyu doesn't break away from his gaze.

"can you move your leg?" he asks gently, hoping to establish if he needs immediate care. 

he hesitantly moves his arm away from his leg and slowly stretches it out. there's only a dull pain, like he twisted something, but nothing too serious. he nods.

"okay. okay that's good" mingyu says, and everyone else lets out a relieved sigh. they casually back away, knowing all too well that mingyu can handle the panic attack. mingyu guides him towards the wall of the room and makes him sit up, back straight against the wall. he sits criss cross in front of him, placing a gentle hand on his calf. 

"you ready?" he asks, referring to the breathing technique he uses to calm him down. dokyeom nods, still too much in a shock to use any guide of vocalized words. he matches his breaths with mingyu for a minute or two, until the rest of the room comes back and he feels human. he feels nauseous at the sight of mingyu sitting there, worried sick with the ever lasting trace of love written all over his face. his hand has moved up to rest on dokyeom's knee. 

he breaks his silence. "why are you helping me?". he can't hold himself back from asking. 

the last of piece of mingyu's heart that was holding itself together by a thread finally breaks after that question. how doesn't he know that he will never stop loving him? he will be the first one there to help him, and the last one to leave when he's not well. he will never forget all the little things he's learned about him. like how he likes to sleep with a fan on at night even if its freezing, just for the white noise and mingyu has to use an extra blanket just to make it through. like how he can't eat dinner at home without watching a baseball game in the background. like the grounding techniques he needs to calm him down from a panic attack. he can't erase him away, even if he tried. 

"can't you see, kyeom? i'll never stop" he replies, meeting his eyes and truly, for the first time since the breakup, looking back at the soul that has become intertwined with his for the rest of his life. for better or for worse.

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↳˗ˏˋ loose change ˊˎ˗ ↴

level 2 - my 43 year old roommate and me

featuring: yn officially meeting the single mother they'll be staying with during their time in South Park

notes: you KNOW i had to get the moms in this. they're so underutilized

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My car slowed to a crawl as I scanned the street. I had rented a room in a woman’s house to save money during my trip. She seemed kind from the email’s we’d shared after I responded to her listing on Facebook. Apparently her son had moved out a few years prior and the house felt empty with no one else staying there. 

44…46!

The house was a blinding green that didn’t seem that eye-burning in the pictures I saw online. My eyes squinted to avoid damaging my retinas with the color. You could barely make out the number above the door. I pulled my car into the driveway, triple checking the number was correct before putting my car in park. Nothing would be more embarrassing than pulling into the wrong house and standing in their driveway like the biggest idiot in the world. I’d get chased out of town by self-hatred before I could even start my job. 

The front door opened as I was pulling my bags out of my car. I turned to see the woman I’d be staying with walking towards me with a smile. Her brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, blue shirt tucked into her red pants.

“Yn, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” 

—

Name: Liane Cartman

Age: 45

Status: Single Mother

Fun Fact: Since her son moved out, Liane has gotten really into rock climbing!

—

“Liane! Nice to finally meet you too!” I exclaimed, pushing down my exhaustion as I turned to face the woman. Sleep can wait until I’ve given a good first impression to my technical landlord. She grabbed my hand in both of hers, giving it a shake before letting go. Liane reached past me and lifted my bags before I could protest, talking over her shoulder as she walked back to the door.

“How was the drive? The mountains are always troublesome if you haven’t driven the roads before.” 

I speedwalked to reach her, “Oh, it wasn’t too bad! I found a podcast called Walk the Walk with-”

“With Jimmy Valmer!” Liane finished for me, opening the door while still carrying my bag, “Jimmy is such a sweetheart! He used to hang out with the boys all the time.” 

Upon entering the house, the smell of cedar covered my senses as though I’d walked into a warm fall night. The tv played an episode of Seinfeld while a cup of coffee sat still steaming on the end table. To my right, a picture of Liane and a young boy standing in front of Mount Rushmore hung on the wall. That must be her son! You can definitely see the resemblance between the two. I wonder if he’s as kind as his mother? 

Liane had started on this story about one time when her son and his friends held a competition to find a new friend for their group after one of them had gotten ill and how Jimmy had been one of the boys in the competition. Weird way to cope with sickness but you know I did weird stuff when I was 10 too.

Yeah, like wearing green lipstick to school everyday. 

Okay, fuck you?

“You’ll be staying upstairs in Eric’s old room. He doesn’t come visit much which is why I thought it would be best to rent out the room.” She said, beginning up the stairs still holding my suitcase. I feel bad that she’s carrying my suitcase but I can’t seem to get a word in between her stories about her son, his friends, or the town in general. I understand though. When you’ve been living alone for a while though, it feels different to have someone else in your space again. 

Liane led me to a room with deep purple walls and the brown hardwood floor that covered the rest of the house. The dark atmosphere was lightened by a large window beside the bed. Morning rays filtered through the window, casting light on the dust which lingered in the air from the room’s months of disuse.

The mattress creaked slightly as Liane placed my bag on the bed.

She turned to me with her kind smile, “I hope this room will work well for you.” She said, gesturing abstractly to the room around us. I assured her it was perfect, fighting back the exhaustion pulling at my eyelids as I thanked her again for her hospitality. 

Liane waved off the thanks as though I were doing her a favor. She began to head towards the door, saying I probably needed a few hours of “beauty sleep” (which was right. I began to wonder if the rays of light were actually beginning to wave around or if I was beginning to hallucinate from exhaustion) but stopped halfway through the doorway. 

“I forgot to mention! Some friends of mine are coming over for our Wednesday Wine Night tonight if you’d like to join us! No need to accept the offer, I just thought I’d extend the invitation. Their sons are all around your age so I’m sure they’d love to meet you.” She said before bidding me goodbye and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. 

I let out a sigh as silence fell over the room. 

I did it. I really did it. I moved to an entirely new town and I’m living with a stranger for the next three months. All because my boss told me to. This is another level of follower. 

Bro you live in a capitalist society. Buying gas with your Speedway rewards card makes you a follower. 

Too exhausted to ignore my own snarky thoughts, I fell backwards onto the bed. My head immediately sunk into the pillows as the mattress cradled me like a newborn baby. It felt like I’d died and gone to bed heaven. It was the comfiest mattress I’d ever laid on. What kind of person gives up a bed like this to live alone? 

A kid who’s mother is so infuriating he cannot stand the thought of living with her for another second. 

That doesn’t make me feel any better. What if the kid is the asshole? Kids can be assholes too. 

Then he would’ve taken the mattress out of spite. Because he’s an asshole. 

I’m not listening to you anymore.

My eyes traced the sun rays that streaked across the ceiling, mind wandering as exhaustion gripped at my consciousness. I’m finally here. I wonder what’s going to happen over these next few months. The endless possibilities swirled through my head. If I can get in with this arcade and help it grow, my boss will have to give me a full time position after this internship. Then I’ll become super rich and be able to buy a lighthouse on the Canadian coast to live out the rest of my life in peace. 

Either that or we go broke and burn in a hellish ball of failure.

Thank you, inner voice. Thank you so much for that thought.

No problem.

Deciding sleeping on these hopeful thoughts might benefit me more than dwelling on the possible negatives, I continued to let my thoughts wander into the potential lives I could live in South Park until sleep overtook me as the world around me woke up.

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Autistic Tips for Getting Enough Sleep

If you are anything like me, getting enough sleep (both in terms of length and quality) can feel impossible when you are autistic. Ironically, being under slept makes it even harder to deal with the challenges of everyday life caused by the sensory differences, executive functioning issues etc. that go along with being autistic, that can ultimately lead to burnout.

Luckily, there ARE things you can do to help. Here is a list of things that I and other autistic people have found helpful:

Maintain consistent sleep/waking times as much as possible - Autistic people generally thrive from routines. If you aren't in a consistent sleeping pattern it will take some effort to get into the habit, so be gentle with yourself at first. Everyone's natural circadian rhythms are different, so experiment to figure out what works best for you (obviously if you work different shift patterns, have young kids etc. this might not be possible every single night).

Ensure your environment is optimal for sleep - Towels or clothes can help block out light, or use an eye mask. If noise if an issue, make sure windows and doors are closed, or try ear plugs or white noise machines. Think about your bedding, too - make sure the bedclothes aren't scratchy or irritating, that your mattress and pillows are supportive enough, or try weighted blankets, or toys that play soft sound (like this one). Clutter can also disturb some people, so it may be time for a clear out!

Reduce tech/blue light before bed - these days, a lot of people are in the habit of scrolling on their phone/watching Netflix etc. during their free time in the evening. However, it's easy to get sucked in for hours, way past the time you meant to be going to bed, keeping yourself awake and overstimulating your brain. This is a hard habit to break but it is totally worth it. You could decide not to look at your phone/TV after a certain time, at least an hour before you want to fall asleep. Switch your phone into bedtime mode, or get one of the apps that create a minimalist interface to reduce how stimulating it is (like this one). Most phones/laptops have timers and wellbeing features built in to help with this. I know some people who have gotten a old fashioned alarm clock because they know even looking at their phone to set an alarm will tempt them to scroll.

Wind down with something relaxing - to further the previous tip, try to find a gentle, low stake activity to do to help quieten your mind. Reading can be good, but only if you are sure you won't be tempted to stay up all night finishing the book! Options to try are puzzles, knitting/sewing/embroidery, meditation, colouring in and journaling. Avoid anything that gets your heart rate up, so no exercise within a few hours of bedtime!

What you do during your waking hours can impact how well you sleep at night. Getting regular exercise (even if it's just a daily walk/ whatever activity you are physically able to do) helps your body be physically tired at night, allowing you to fall asleep more easily. Daily fresh air helps regulate your circadian rhythms, so your body knows to actually feel tired at bedtime. Your diet can also play a role - try to eat reasonably healthily so you get all the nutrients you need, and avoid sugar, alcohol and caffeine close to bedtime.

A huge issue for me when I'm trying to fall asleep is anxiety/worry. Things swirl round and round my head, imagining worst case scenarios in vivid detail. If you are stressed or anxious a lot during the day (like a lot of autistic people are), this can make it more difficult to fall asleep at night. Exercise, fresh air and a good diet as mentioned in he previous tip will help, but there are things you can do to help with the mental aspect. Relaxation exercises (here are some to try), journaling, therapy or sharing your worries with someone you trust are some ideas. Remember that issues always seem much at night - if thinking about something is keeping me from sleeping, I write it on a piece of paper and shut it in a drawer to deal with the next day.

Be prepared to negotiate with others and assert your boundaries - I'm aware that the ability to enact a lot of this advice depends on a number of factors which may or may not be within your control. For example, my sister likes to shower late at night (like midnight onwards) whilst playing music, which I can hear in my bedroom. If someone else's behaviour is keeping you awake, communicate your needs clearly and calmly and try to work out a solution together. It can be difficult when you live in close proximity to others and are conflict avoidant, but if you don't put your needs first, there's no guarantee anyone else will! If asking by yourself is too much, ask someone you trust to advocate for you. Have a think about what factors are within and out with your control, and which you may be able to influence by communicating your needs/enforcing your boundaries (try this template to organise your thoughts). You may be pleasantly surprised about how much control you have!

I hope there is something in there that will help you! Improving sleep is often not a quick process, so don't beat yourself up if it takes longer than expected. Autistic people have different needs than neurotypicals, so don't let anyone make you feel like you are wrong for prioritizing your own health. Once you are well rested, your ability to use your neurodivergent strengths will improve!

One last thing - problems sleeping can indicate an underlying health problem, so if you have any other symptoms such as headaches, gastro-intestinal issues etc, or if your mental health is having a detrimental effect on your quality of life, make sure you see a healthcare provider.

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Tiny View: Abel’s Tips for Good Sleep

In my journey to live a long, healthy life, I progressively took steps to improve my sleep hygiene. Here are what I have adopted.

Darkness:

Use blackout curtains for best effect.

Light has a big effect on our circadian rhythm. By all rights, we should be in light during the day, and in darkness when it's night. Modern life and modern technology have upended this.

Light should not fall on us when we sleep. We should be sleeping in complete darkness, if possible.

(Conversely, when it’s time to wake, we should let maximum light on us. Turn on all lights. Open the windows, let light reach our eyes and skin. Even better, go out and walk in the morning sun. Set and reset our circadian rhythm, everyday.)

Silence:

Our minds should be resting(sleeping!), not processing noise, even if it’s background noise, even if it's noise we may not consciously register.

Wearing those moldable earplugs to sleep was a gamechanger. I don’t hear a thing. No sound jars me awake anymore. I sleep like a log every night now.

Comfort — Thread count:

Sleep in a high thread count bedsheet.

A typical bedsheet has a thread count between 180 to 300. The ones in high-end hotels have 900 to 1500. I think mine is 900 and I feel the improvement from my old sheets. I literally think it feels like silk(it's really just polyester). Even now, every time I lay in bed, I can’t stop thinking how smooth(silky!) the bedsheet feels.

Comfort — Mattress firmness:

If your bed is sunken and lumpy, it might be time to get a new mattress. I prefer a firm one(8 out of 10 on the “firmness scale”). I remember when I first changed my old mattress, I didn’t realise how uncomfortable the old one was until I slept in the new firmer one…

Comfort — Coziness:

I live in tropical Singapore. I love the heat and I used to sleep with just the fan on. But nowadays(curse you, climate change!), it gets too hot in the middle of the night that it wakes me up.

Now, I turn on the air-con when I sleep. It’s set to run until 3am. I find that the room stays cool till morning.

Emptiness — Stomach:

Best to consume all food and drinks 4 hours before sleep. The digestion of food affects sleep. Empty your bladder before going to bed too.

Emptiness — Mind:

Calm and empty your mind by performing slow, deep breaths. I find this really cathartic. Especially when I can take 4 deep inhales and exhales over 2 minutes, turn to my side and fall asleep.

Single Purpose:

This is my second most important tip(earplugs is the top). THE BED IS ONLY FOR SLEEP.

I learned this during National Service. As recruits, we were forbidden to lay on our beds during daylight. Since then, I realized this is a good rule.

I think we train our minds to associate bed with phone, or laptop, or food, or other things, when we do such things in bed regularly.

Train our minds to associate bed only with sleep, such that when we do lay on the bed, our mind goes “oh this feeling, yep, it’s time to sleep!”.

Care for futureself, have a good sleep.

[meanwaffle]

Kill me Romantically (Adachi x Reader fic)

Fifteen (Chapter 2)

☆ Tags/warnings: violence, noncon, injuries, kidnapping, oral

☆ Chapter one is here: Broken Toy.

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It wasn’t cold anymore.

The temperature of the basement where you were imprisoned didn't change at all. You had just been there long enough that you were now used to the chilly air and lack of warmth. It was nice, actually. You didn't have to curl into a tight ball to generate enough heat just to fall asleep anymore. The thin blanket Adachi, the psychopathic criminal who kidnapped you, left for you was enough. There was a small bathroom connected to the side too. There was no soap or anything, but you found comfort in letting the cold water in the shower fall all over your body.

You hated it, you absolutely hated it!

Why were you getting used to this!?

But you had learned to be patient. The hope of escape hadn't completely disappeared. You still had a strong belief that someone would rescue you. However, you had to behave. You knew now, more than Adachi himself, that there was no way you could get out of there yourself. You had to wait, like some captured princess in a video game, to be rescued. It made sense, funny enough. After all, the whole Persona situation and going into the TV was an unimaginable fantasy, just like a video game.

It just... really hurt that you had to be the one to be tortured like this. Why couldn't it be someone else? Why couldn't it be Yukiko?! She was just like a princess, literally! Her shadow was all about that! Or even Rise. She was a cute famous idol. You bet if she went missing like this, the police would've found her ages ago! Your friends would've found her by now! Why hadn't anyone found you yet?! Was it because you weren't important? Everyone thought you just ran away. That's what Adachi said, after all. Your friends probably thought so too and had gone back to playing heroes to the people being thrown into the TV world. They were too busy to be your hero.

You didn't want to think this way, but what else were you supposed to think? That it would be okay and they would find you soon? It was too much. Having baseless hope like that drove you crazier with each passing day. You blamed yourself. You had all the time in the world to think and that gave you enough time to realize how much you hated yourself. What kind of idiot would go to a man's place in the middle of the night alone? And not even tell anyone! It was your fault you were in this situation. You were the one who fell in love with a psycho.

"Just get through today," you repeated to yourself, probably hundreds of times because Adachi would visit you every day. It was how you kept track of time. When he visited you, it meant another day had gone by. Each time he'd touch you or hold you. Sounds romantic without context. It was all with violent intent. From digging his nails into your flesh and scratching as he held you on his lap to slapping and hitting you or pinching you when he'd caress your face, nothing was more entertaining to him than leaving another bruise or mark on your body. And another scar on your depleted sanity. But he wasn't satisfied with small stuff like that. Of course he wasn't. This was the man who fucked your throat without a second thought of how much you begged him to stop.

Adachi couldn’t get enough of your mouth. Seeing the saliva mixed with your tears roll down your red cheeks as he had his cock buried in your throat was addicting to him. He would force you on your knees as you desperately tried your best to make him cum so he wouldn’t hurt you more. It wasn’t everyday, which was the one mercy God blessed upon you, but often enough for you to be numb to it by now. You even learned how he likes his blowjobs.

You were lying on the mattress staring blankly at the wall. It was all you really could do down here. Just think and think and think some more. You used to spend it thinking of ways to escape. Maybe if you could somehow take Adachi by surprise, get around him and bolt towards the door. Then just run. It sounded so simple, but you had been here long enough to realize that escape was nigh impossible. He locked the door when he came in. He had a key of somesort. You had felt around his pants one time while sucking him off. It wasn’t fun either, having to make sure you were doing a good enough job so he didn’t grab you and start throat fucking you while discreetly trying to see if the key was in his pocket.

It wasn’t.

Or at least you didn’t feel anything. You assumed maybe he hid it deep within his suit jacket he always wore.

Now you spend your time thinking about your life. You relived every memory you had. You found comfort in remembering your life before you were captured. And then, you’d start to think about what you’d do when you got saved. Maybe you could go back to saving people on TV with your friends. Though, by then, the criminal doing that would be gone.

Because if you were able to be saved that means Adachi would be locked up.

You heard the door open and close, interrupting your daydreaming. You started to sit up and mumbled to yourself. “That’s fifteen…” Adachi would usually come to see you after work. On weekends it was a gamble. It made sense. You came to the conclusion he was probably using you to blow off steam from getting yelled at from Dojima all day.

You used to really like Dojima. He tried hard. Now you wish he’d just get fired. Or move somewhere far, far away. If that was the case, maybe Adachi wouldn't beat his frustrations out on you. You knew that wouldn’t happen though. Dojima wasn’t the single cause for Adachi being this way. There was something deeper that you, possibly even he, didn’t know. Plus, even if that happened if he didn't have a use for you anymore he'd kill you. There was no way he could simply let you go.

Without even saying anything he walked up to you, grabbed your arm, and violently pulled you onto him.

It was the start of today’s visit.

He had you in his lap, his hands tangled in your hair. You were already crying at this point, but whined even louder when he’d suddenly tug on it hard. He’d chuckle at your cries and go back to rubbing your head, then do it again. You whimpered and tensed up at every movement of his, yet somehow he always knew when you’d least expect him to yank your hair once again. The stinging pain all over your scalp transferred into a giant migraine as well.

“It hurts!” You yelped as he did it once again. He just laughed. You bit your lip trying to suppress another sob, but it was no use. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your shoulders were trembling. Your entire body shook in his lap and he adored it.

He nuzzled his cheeks against your neck. “Mhm, it hurts doesn’t it? Just like this bruise here. It's fading already, didn’t I bite you only yesterday? You recover quickly.” His hands traveled down your body and he linked both arms around your waist, pulling you close. Fear shot up your spine. This couldn’t be good.

“…you bit me three days ago… all over my arms and legs and-”

“I don’t need a fucking timeline.”

His breath was hot against you and you squeezed your eyes tight preparing for what you knew he’d do next. You wanted to run, but if you did that it’d just be worse. Just get through the day, you had to just get through the day.

His teeth sunk into the already bruised skin. It hurt so much more than you thought it would. You gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, squirming and wrestling in his grasp. His hold on you was too strong. You were at his complete mercy as he bit you hard enough to leave a worse wound than before.

When he stopped he scoffed and his grip on you softened. With a single hand against your back, he pushed you off him and you fell onto the floor, using your palms to catch yourself from a complete face plant. You glanced back at him with fear and saw him wiping his mouth. “Damnit, got blood in my mouth.” He muttered angrily to himself.

You scurried to the other side of the room. It wasn’t far since the room was quite small, but the comfort of having distance from him helped keep your mind off the agony you were suffering through. The adrenaline pumping through your veins definitely helped numb the pulsating pain in your neck and scalp.

You curled yourself into a ball. Back against the wall and vision straight onto Adachi. You two locked eye contact as he stood up, towering over you with that dead expression you knew far too well. How could he torture you so and still look so empty? It would be a mystery you could never figure out.

“Tired already, doll?”

Your eyes shifted downward and you saw the tent in his pants.

“My head hurts.” Your voice was shaking. “A-and my neck is bleeding. I sobbed and trembled enough for you haven’t I? I-I can’t do that… I can’t, adachi, please you already won tonight!“

The distance between you two was short lived. In seconds he was back in front of you. With one hand, he slammed it against the wall right beside you. Blocking you from moving anywhere else. With the other one, he began to fiddle with his belt. You could feel your eyes grow hot again. It was always like this. When you were beaten and felt like you couldn’t go on, he’d violate you like this to remind you, you truly were his toy.

In a moment of panic, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind in an attempt to maybe distract him. “Are you the one throwing people in the tvs?”

Blurting that out was a bad idea.

You had come to that conclusion a while ago. Maybe the second or third night here. There was no evidence besides him being insane, but that perfectly fit the idea of a crazed murderer. After all, you didn’t remember what happened when you got thrown in. It was a blur. One moment you were at home and the next you were facing yourself… your shadow. That’s how you got your persona. That’s why you hung out with Yu and all your friends.

And eventually, that’s how you ended up meeting Adachi.

The world stopped. Adachi glared down at you with an expression of surprise. His eyebrows raised with pure confusion while his hand was still on his half undone belt. It didn’t seem like he was confused on the aspect of a human being able to be thrown into a TV, which seemed to confirm your theory that he was in fact guilty, it was like he was confused you’d ask such a question. Then, in an instant, the hand blocking you from moving was in your hair again. He crouched down and yanked you towards his face. His eyes wide with a crazed gleam.

“Why the fuck are you asking me that?” His voice was cold. It was scary. He was always terrifying, but this was different somehow. Before, he was terrifying because he was the guy who imprisoned and tortured you for fun.. But this… you were truly face to face with a killer. He had a darkness to him that would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

Every hair on your body stood on its end. You didn’t want to keep eye contact with him, you wanted to look away and cry. But you couldn’t! You couldn’t move at all! That’s how scared his look made you.

“Did…” you meekly responded, hesitant. “…did you… throw me into the tv…?”

His grip on your hair became nonexistent, causing you to plop right back onto the floor. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to enjoy the feeling of your hair not being pulled on for long. In a flash, you were knocked onto your side. He kicked you. Hard. His foot rammed into your tummy with a force so strong all the air in your lungs was knocked out. Lighting strikes of pain pulsed from your ribcage and you screamed.

This was different from the biting and pinching and even the cock sucking, it was just like when he knocked you out back when he kidnapped you. You could never forget how he punched you with all his strength, making you bleed so much you couldn't believe you didn't die. Back then you had the mercy of blacking out right away.

You wrapped your arms around your stomach. Coughing and wheezing. Your agony meant nothing to him and he just kicked you again. And again, again, again and only stopped when you rolled over as vomit poured out of your mouth. It was straight acid buurning your throat since you had a lack of proper food in your stomach. It was dreadful. Since your capture, he has never hurt you this bad. Your thoughts were racing about how this was the moment he was going to snap and kill you. But Adachi wasn't going to kill you. He was breathing heavily as he watched you vomit, the acidic bile mixed with blood puddling up onto the floor. The only thing he could think of in that moment was how he just fucked up big time. How could he allow himself to get that mad. What if your ribcage was broken? What was he suppoed to do?

“Oh my god, fuck, I don't know what came over me. I just meant to-” he cut himself off, muttering as he watched you writhe in pain. This emotion he felt while watching you sob in pain wasn’t the same as usual. He couldn’t get off to this. This wasn't him having fun, this was an act of sheer anger. Uncontrollable anger, not for pleasure. “It was an accident… shit, how could I lose control of myself like that?”

This god awful town drove him absolutely crazy. Everyday, he has to go back to that job. He had to put on some fake smile to get through the day, he wanted to kill himself because death couldn’t possibly be worse than living his life. So boring. So empty. Magically, he discovered he had an ability that must've been a gift from the gods. He was able to push that common whore into the tv and he was even able to do the same with that bitch of a highschool student. After that, it only got better. He was lucky enough to answer that phone call… his life was starting to make sense.

And if that power was a gift from the gods, you showing up to his place in the middle of the night, unprotected, must have been a gift from satan himself. To this day, he thinks about the first time he met you. That innocent face introducing yourself to him, a cute girl who was senstive and stubborn. Before you had a chance to love him, he was watching you. Fantasies of tainting you plagued his thoughts. The image of your crying face turned him on and he was desperate to have the chance to abuse you. Rhat night he finally had the chance. You walked right into a mistake that Adachi was proud of. He thought the power he was gifted was the only interesting thing this shitty world had to offer, but no, you were given to him. Not only did his job become much more fun, his home life was even more thrilling.

You were so much more fun than the TV.

So how could you bring it up? It was offensive. Thoughts of him should be the only thing on your mind. You should be thinking of how scared you are of him, how to please him, how he was your God now. He owned you. Your purpose should only be to serve him.

But the best thing… was you walked straight into his grasp. Willingly, you got yourself chained up for him to use however he wanted.

Seeing you cry, the marks and bruises on your body from when he hurt you, the begging, the pleads, nothing felt better. In his entire life he’s never had so much fun.

But just now he directed his hate for this town onto you. He didn’t mean to, his body moved on his own. You were his distraction. The only thing he had here. Adachi didn’t want to hurt you because he was angry. He wanted to hurt you because it was fun. “Doll, I shouldn’t have,” he crouched down beside you. Putting a hand on your back gently. “There, I apologize. I'm being nice. So, you're welcome-”

Energy surged through your entire body. Surpsingly, this agonizing beating fuled that baseless hope you held onto. Thoughts of how escape was impossible vanished and were replaced with the desire to get the fuck out of here. It must have been adrenaline guiding you. You have never felt such strong determination. But at this very moment the only thing on your mind was to run, to fight back, to not lose against this monster. “Stay away!!” You jumped up and bolted to the door, it was a real sorry sight. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you had gotten on all fours to get up to the freedom that was atop. You grabbed the handle and started turning and pulling, praying for some kind of miracle that would have this door open. “Please, please!”

You heard footsteps behind you and you whipped your head around. Adachi was approaching you, slowly. Your heart was racing. There was no turning back now. You formed two fists and began banging on the door instead. If you made enough noise someone would be bound to hear, a neighbor, someone passing by the place, it was a desperate plan. Yet, fitting. You were, after all, very desperate. That’s what got you into this mess in the first place.

“Help me! HELP ME! I’m t-trapped, someone, anyone, save me!!”

A hand pressed against your back. “Scream louder, no one is going to hear you like that.”

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, digging your nails into the wooden door. “HELP! HELP ME..! someone…. Anyone! Help… me…” your voice was cracking and the tears started streaming down your face again, it was so normal for you to cry nowadays that you were used to the headache that followed. Your banging soften and your throat dried up. “…please.”

Defeated.

The spur of motivation disappeared as quickly as it came. You were utterly defeated. You didn’t even struggle as the oddly comforting hand that had been on your back while you were screaming nudged you back down the stairs. You followed Adachi, side by side, with your face buried in your hands.

Adachi guided you back over to the mattress and told you to sit down. You slumped down and continued crying. Your hands were muffling the sounds of your weeping and when you recognized that you realized how odd it was that Adachi wasn’t using this opportunity to punish you. Especially since you did something as reckless as screaming at the door. Before, if you even got near the staircase he’d drag you back to the other side of the room and hit you while saying horrible things about how he owned you and how worthless you were without him.

“Why aren’t you mad?” With dewy eyes, you glanced back up at him. “Go ahead and hit me and leave, I wanna go to bed, I want this day to be over, so just hurry up.”

Adachi sighed, a hint of annoyance in his breath. You couldn't tell if he was annoyed at you or himself, yet it didn't really matter. “I’ll allow this outburst as an apology, and you had it, so start behaving. I won’t be nice like this again so you better appreciate it.” His eyes widened just a tiny bit as he placed his hands on your knees. He gripped them hard, causing you to wince, his nails digging into the skin. “But if you go near the staircase or god forbid, that door, again I will ruin you.”

Your lips quivered. “…okay.” was all you could muster to stay. You’ve reverted back to the perfect, behaved toy you had learned to be.

“Good girl.” With his hands still on your knees, he forced your legs apart. You yelped in surprise, after all you were still wearing a skirt, you tried to force them back together, but even if you were in tip top shape there was no way you could beat Adachi’s strength so theres no scenario where you could fight back with how beaten up you were.

“What are you doing?!”

“Apologizing.” He settled himself between your thighs, removing his hands from your knees and reaching for the hems of your panties. You tried to use brute force your legs shut again, yet it was still no use. His body was comfortably between your bruised thighs and with him slipping your underwear off, throwing it to the side somewhere, your privates were completely and utterly exposed to him. “I’m returning the favor, it’ll feel good. See, I treat you well. Where's my thanks?”

His breath was hot against your pussy. Sure, you were numb to sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, but that was pleasing him. You never ever thought he’d want to do something that would make you feel good. And it wouldn’t! His sicking touch wouldn’t feel good! You don’t want to do this with him! And if he ever was going to, why now?! Why after having your stomach kicked in and you felt so sick, why did you have to suffer through more of this? “I’d rather you just leave!”

“I said…” his fingers wrapped around your waist and roughly pulled you closer to him. “Where’s my thanks?”

Ah… his voice was cold again. It was as you said. You were defeated. He may have allowed you to go bang on the door a few times to get it out of your system, but even so he was still the monster who was holding you captive and torturing you everyday. Mentally, there was no way you could defy him when he looked at you with that blank, emotionless expression or that cold voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Get through the day, get through the day, just get through today! “…thanks…”

“What was that?”

“Thank y-you, Adachi! Thank you..!”

“That's more like it.” He dove back between your thighs. His fingers found the comfortable spot right on your sensitive bud, rubbing in a slow circular motion. You bit your lip to suppress a whine. It felt weird. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His fingers were long and rough and oh god, are you actually about to moan? There's no way you’d give him the satisfaction. Heat was pooling in your core. It only got more intense as he dipped a finger inside you. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut even tighter.

A sudden bolt of pain shot up your thigh and you violently shot your head down to see what he was doing to you. Adachi was sinking his teeth into the soft supple skin of your thigh, applying enough suction that you knew it would leave another mark to stain your body. He pulled back with a pop and he slyly peered up at you. “I want you to watch. After all, I’m being super nice aren’t I? I’m putting a lot of effort into giving you pleasure. So watch.”

You whimpered and fought the urge to struggle and shut your eyes. Your body was still aching from all the beating from earlier, but the mix of pain and pleasure was something you couldn’t describe. Your brain was fried and your thoughts were swirling around in your head. You couldn’t focus on a single thing. Even while you watched Adachi fingering you knuckles deep, it didn’t seem real. Too much was happening at once. It didn’t help that he added a second finger, stretching you out even more.

Whimpers escaped your throat. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this!”

“Why are you so fucking wet then?” He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a sensitive spot inside you. You threw your head back involuntarily and let out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making. You heard him snicker and with his free hand he grabbed your hair once again, forcing you to look back. “What did I say? You’re going to watch.

You sniffled back another sob. “I am, Adachi, I’m watching. Please don’t get mad…”

“That’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out of you and held them up, glistening with your slick. He scissored the two fingers with a sadistic grin replacing the usual dead expression you see. “Look how slutty you are. I mean, my fingers are dripping with your juices.”

You shook your head slowly. “No… thats not…” You had no excuse for the slick dripping from his digits.

“Hm? Do I need to ask you again?” Adachi crouched down and bit your lip in anticipation of what he was doing. Was he going to bite your thigh again? He’d for sure do it harder this time. You were so mentally focused on preparing yourself for that jolt of pain that when a tongue swiped against your clit you couldn't help but whine and buck your hips ever so slightly. Once again, he peered up at you with that pitiless gaze. “Why are you so fucking wet then?”

Only incoherent half sentences left your mouth because you genuinely had no idea how to answer that. It was normal, it was your body responding to him touching you like this! It didn’t mean you liked it.

It was Adachi doing this to you though. You used to fantasize about him making love to you. This was far from those dreams, however. It was supposed to be romantic and he’d be gentle with you, telling you he loved you and more of that corny stuff you see in manga and anime. You had been here for two weeks and somehow, even after being tortured and abused by this man, part of you still had a soft spot for the idea of Adachi you made up in your head.

It's laughable.

You really are pathetic.

His tongue was lubing up your cunt. His saliva was mixing in with your wetness. Soon, he sunk his tongue inside her. His nose was bumping up against your clit and the lewd squelchy noises of your pussy filled the room. You were gasping and whining and moaning. You didn’t waste energy trying to conceal your voice anymore. Your mind was going fuzzy and you lifted your hips a tiny bit, to give him a better angle to eat you out.

Whore.

Pleasure pumped into your core. It was such a foriegn feeling you didn’t know how to react. Your legs were shaking from the stimulation and you watched Adachi sucking your clit feverishly. His dark hair filled your vision and without thinking you gently placed your hands in his hair, just like he did to you. With very little force you pushed him away, because if you actually resisted he’d get mad. “It’s too much. Please, i-i don’t, I can’t!”

Adachi thought it was funny, listening to you babble like that. So, he picked up the pace. He applied suction even more, licking up your slit and swirling the tongue around your puffy clit. The louder your moans got, the more intense his pleasuring you got.

Your tummy was twisting and turning. Suddenly, tears started to build up in your eyes and you felt like something in you was getting hotter. Even the tiniest bit of friction made you mewl. Your core was spasming and before you knew it your vision went white for a fraction of a second. Your hips were shaking and you cried out loudly, squeezing your eyes shut by accident because the intensity of your body was going through way too much.

Adachi finally sat up from in between your legs. You didn’t even care. You slouched down until you were completely on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you stared at the ceiling inhaling and exhaling as much as you could. You still had to process everything that just happened. Your body hurt and yet there was a giant relief in your lower half. You felt… good. The pain and pleasure. Both felt good.

Whore!

“You’re welcome.”

You turned your head and with a dazed expression looked at the man who just violated you for another time. He was standing, his usual cold expression returned. He was calmly dusting off his pants and fiddling with his tie. He must’ve noticed how you still hadn’t recovered from cumming.

He rolled his eyes. “I said, you’re welcome. For making you cum.”

“I… came?”

“Yes you did, doll. As long as you behave like a good toy, I can treat you once in a while. And I’m not some stuck up narcissist who can’t admit he made a mistake.” His eyelids lowered ever so slightly. “So don’t bring up the kicking incident ever again. And especially, don’t talk about anything regarding the crimes going on in Inaba. Only think about me. Because that's what a good toy does.”

With that, he walked up the stairs and back to the door. Unlocking it and opening it. He turned back at you one last time. “Do you have something you should say to me?”

You gulped. Turning your attention back to the ceiling, you quietly said. “Thank you for making me cum… Adachi.”

He chuckled. How boring, that’s exactly what he wanted you to say. You were catching onto his desires quickly.

The door shut. You were left behind in the empty room. Now it was back to doing what you did best, thinking. You blankly looked at the ceiling and let your mind wander. It was hard to ignore the soreness your body was enduring, especially with the nasty injury your stomach was going through.

“Fifteen.” You mumbled under your breath. “I’ve been captured for fifteen days. Because someone will come tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes.

You knew no one was coming, but it's a nice thought isn’t it?