#but i cant help but feel the words die as they reach my ears. im just too hurt i cant see it

[parallaxabomination]

my brain is so full of stress it might explode. but ill do my best to keep putting out my best and stay kind to myself and others. but man, is it hard

[falling-star-cygnus]

y'all were so sweet about Duckie Deer!! im like- crying, im so happy y'all liked it :D

without further ~ado~ here's pt.2!

{His chest hurt.}

{Alastor would never admit it, how the constant tug kept a persistent ache all the way to the back of his throat. He couldn't afford to be seen as anything less then what he's portrayed himself as to his friends the rest of the hotel's residents}

{The Radio Demon was not weak.}

{Unfortunately, Alastor's embarrassing little tumble into the micro King of Hell's staff had aggravated the gash an... unprecedented amount. He needed to retreat, lick his wounds before making his daily appearance.}

{His new rubber duck stared him down from it's perch above his fireplace. It's gaze was... eerily judgmental for an inanimate toy}

{Alastor turned the thing around}

{Clearing his throat, and maybe feeling a bit silly at his actions, the Radio Demon takes care of his hinderance as quickly and effectively as he can. Which was... less effective then he'd prefer. But there's little to be done about holy injuries.}

{He snaps his fingers to get his attire back into place as a somewhat hesitant knock fills the once trembling air}

{Perfect timing, Alastor thinks. He expects it to be Charlie on the other side, or maybe Husker given the reluctant tapping on the wood. He should really apologize to that cat}

{He's not expecting it to be Lucifer}

"Well, this is a surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure of having the shortest king in Hell at my doorway?"

{Predictably, Lucifer rises to the bait without fail. His angry sputtering is hilarious in his own right, and a welcome distraction to the pinch in the deer's side}

"I will have you know I am a decent height. You are just abnormally tall!"

{Alastor blinks slowly, tilting his head in that condescending way that he knows to irritate even the most level headed of sinners. Now if only he could find a way to prevent his ears from canting with it. Infernal things.}

"Of course, your highness-" "Lucifer." "Yo- hm?"

{The Radio Demon's sarcastic quip dies before reaching fruition, caught off guard by the sudden interruption}

"Talking in the third person now, your royal shortness?" "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

{Alastor's sardonic grin is enough of an answer}

"Ugh- No. Just call me Lucifer. It feels weird having one of Charlie's friends call me by my title."

{Friends. There's that word again. Alastor doesn't do friends, he refuses to lower himself to that standard. It doesn't matter that he nearly died for them. That he might still die for them, if he can't sort his current hinderance out. It doesn't matter that he might find their presence enjoyable entertaining from time to time. It doesn't matter that he'd do it again}

{His stay at this hotel is far from permanent.}

"Alastor?" "Yes, your majesty?"

{The wendigo snaps back to the conversation, barely aware of how deeply he had sunk into his own head. Lucifer's face twitches with annoyance}

{Good, Alastor thinks. This conversation was dredging somewhere far too vulnerable}

"Stubborn ass- hey, why's your duck turned around?"

{The sudden shift in the conversation nearly gives Alastor whiplash, leaving Lucifer an opening to bully his way inside the room. Not like it took much of it, all things considered, the wendigo had flinched away from his probing hands like a doe at footsteps}

{His bite-sized majesty examines the red and black duck, looking confused at why the little thing was facing the wall; either blissfully ignorant or thankfully unwilling to acknowledge how he got in. Alastor's ears pin back before he can stop them}

"It was looking at me weird."

{He hadn't meant to say that.}

{Lucifer stares at him blankly for what feels like hours. The deer braces himself for whatever insult the king will throw at him with the ammo he had just carelessly provided}

"You feel it too!?"

{What.}

"Like- they're so judgmental looking for having such happy faces!"

{The red duck is hardly happy looking in the first place! At least to Alastor. More… akin to cheerfully mournful}

“I didn’t do anything to it. If that’s what you were thinking-”

{Wrong thing to say, Lucifer winces and cuts himself off. The screech of feedback only further proves that he had planted seeds of paranoia in the already skittish Radio Demon. Fast blooming seeds}

{Damnit}

“What did you say?” “Ok- ok, i shouldn’t have said that- But really it’s just a normal rubber duck-! That switches hands! You liked that part, remember?”

{Maybe if he talks fast enough he can smooth this over before Alastor lashes out}

{He really should’ve known better}

{Lucifer lets Alastor prowl closer and snatch the duck from his hands. Close but not touching. His smile is fraught, held up by mere threads that Lucifer can’t see}

“Really, your highness? Resorting to monitoring me. And here I nearly took your ‘gift’ as a gesture of good will. My mistake.” “It was a gesture of good will!”

{Alastor scoffs in disbelief, his voice heavily distorted by radio transmissions as his red sclera turns black}

{The poor rubber duck wheezes pitifully under the force of the wendigo’s slowly crushing grip. Oddly enough, it seems to capture the Radio Demon’s full attention. His grip on the little thing softens, a conflicted expression flitting over his face as the duck returns to its normal shape}

{Lucifer feels emboldened when he realizes why, near giddy if he was being completely transparent. He grabs both of the deer’s lower arms, ignoring the screech of static}

“I swear on Charlie, it’s just a normal rubber duck.”

{Alastor falters, ears twitching back as he subconsciously wrests for control of them. Lucifer would never bet his precious daughter if he wasn’t being completely honest about this and they both know it}

“…That switches hands.”

{The royal armrest beams at the response. Alastor immediately regrets giving him an out. It does get Lucifer to let go of his arms, though, so- small heh victories.}

“Exactly, I knew you liked that part!”

{The wendigo rolls his eyes fondly. Things seem blurry as he fixes the little thing back into its place, properly surveying the room this time. His blinks feel sticky, like something was forcing the deer out of his head. Vaguely, he can make out Lucifer's jumbled words}

"Alastor?"

{Get a grip, Alastor scolds himself. His breaths feel like they're coming in through a whistle. They squeak like it too, much to his horror}

{The Radio Demon's knee buckles}

"Alastor!"

{A cool, smooth hand blocks his head from hitting the corner of his shelf. It's almost disturbing how quickly the deer loses his dignity and falls into it}

{One little stumble, a single trip in the carefully crafted pace he had set for himself and his whole visage crumbled. In front of the king of hell no less!}

{Still... Alastor can't help but feel a little grateful that it's not Charlie. For some reason, worrying the princess makes the ache in his chest seem small in comparison}

{The deer demon comes to laid up in his bed, coat missing. Panic builds up in throat; what happened? Why was he partially undressed? He was talking with the king of hell and then... and then what?}

{Alastor feels- ugh feels- strangely nothing as he pushes himself up. No tightening, no pinch in his throat, no... pain?}

{His comforter slips down to pool around his waist, the heady panic he had been trying to stave off reaching a fever pitch as he realizes his shirt is unbuttoned. All his scars on display}

{Except... fresh, clean bandages hug his exposed torso; they obscure anything that might be even slightly revealing and that... eases the wendigo somewhat. He's not in pain, he's covered, he's safe}

"You're awake!"

{Lucifer doesn't recall there being a turntable in the room. And then he realizes the record scratch came from the Radio Demon}

"Wow, you really make... just a bunch of weird sounds, don't you?" "Why, whatever do you mean?"

{Deflect, deflect, deflect-}

"Are we really going to pretend like you didn't just nearly die right now? I was- Charlie could've gotten worried, you know!"

{Alastor's ears pin back, warning static beginning to fill the room as the shadows thrash on the walls}

"She doesn't know, of course. I figured you wouldn't... appreciate that. It was the least I could do after-" "What do you want." "Pardon?"

{The deer glares at Lucifer. His smile aches and pulls at the corners uncomfortably. Shoving himself to his feet- hooves, his boots have been removed- Alastor leans down to Lucifer's level}

"Do you really think me so naïve as to believe you did this for no other reason then the peace of mind of your child? What. Do. You. Want-"

{He barely jerks back fast enough to avoid the white duck thrust at his nose. It's a little rendition of the king himself, complete with a top hat and six little pairs of wings. The wendigo blinks}

"Am I a storage unit to you?" "Do you want the duck to stop looking judgmental?"

{Alastor puts the duck on his shelf}

{Embarrassingly, he only then thinks to fix his improper state of dress. With a snap, the Radio Demon clears his throat}

"If that is all, neither of us will speak of this-"

{Lucifer acts on instinct, catching the suddenly fatigued deer with a hand around his waist. And then he promptly bluescreens.}

{One. hand. One hand! Around the whole thing! He knew Alastor was somewhat emaciated just from when he was fixing the holy wound on his chest- seriously, why did he keep that a secret, but this was whole other ballpark!}

"Uh... we gotta stop parting ways like this." "I completely agree."

{The deer melts into shadows again, but unlike last time doesn't reappear anywhere in the room. Lucifer can't help the twinge of worry annoyance that sparks up in his chest}

{Seriously, he had just warned that guy that using his power so soon would- ooh.}

{He didn't mention that part, did he?}

[allylikethecat]

THIS NEW NOW WE'RE CLEAN CHAPTER. every single thing you post i think 'this one's the best' then you post something else and its BETTER im gonna explode. starting with soft morning sex please theyre SO SWEET. ok. right. its time for a terribly long ask with lots of yelling. YES

His engagement ring sat heavy on his finger, he stared at it obsessively, as if concerned George was going to take it back.

matty NO he would die for u hes not gonna take it back ☹️ pls no the way george is so kind to him and hes Still anxious im gonna actually die LIKE. i dont even know. i just. love it. like Thinks theyre unloveable + Loves them like it's breathing or whatever it is IT'S THEEMM

He couldn’t help but be at least a little pleased that that meant he was still special. George had pressed a kiss to the side of his head when Matty had told him, meeting up again in the waiting room and requested that maybe it would be better if his ulcers were less special.

sweetest couple award goes to. matty i promise he thinks youre special in literally every other way u dont need ulcers to prove it. their dynamic is so sweet though like matty being like "stomc ulcr :)" and george being like "queen ! that is not good !" i LOVE THEM

“You liked the last surprise,” he said, pressing the gas as the light changed color.

“What are you talking about?” Matty asked, his brow furrowed. George knew how he felt about surprises, and had gotten better at just not.

“When I asked you to marry me,” he said softly, reaching over and grabbing Matty’s hand, holding over the center console as he drove.

STOP IT. 😭❤️holding his hand❤️😭 😭❤️asking him to marry him❤️😭 😭❤️george KNOWING he'll like it❤️😭 genuinely u dont get how much i love them this is the best thing ever written i need you put in every library on the planet u need multiple awards u need all the awards u need to collect them like pokemon im gonna LOSE IT. genuinely just this is so soft i cant take it

“Yes,” she said, “you’re here to look at kittens, correct?”

i need to be left alone to cry for at least three days. THEYRE GETTING A KITTEN im literally gonna die. ally u cant do this this is the best thing ive eVER READ.

George didn’t like cats. George didn’t like pets, and especially not pets owned by Matthew deeming him too irresponsible for an animal.

THEYRE GETTING A PET ANS GWORGE DOESNT LIEK PETS im losing it ive lost it im gone. pls he loves matty so much and just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need this made into a seven part film series all two hours each soundtracked by mitski RIGHT NOW. or maybe clairo idk i feel like theyd fit. anyway. just the fact george loves him so much hes willing to get a cat with him PLEEEAAASE im gonna die

“I can keep it?”

i cannot word it but this line is going to send me off on a screaming rampage im about to tell my irls about this STOOOPPPPPPP. hes so insecure in himself he cant even imagine being able to keep a cat i CANT DEAL

Matty shrugged. “Adult cats need homes too,” he said, crouching down to let a small tuxedo cat come and sniff his shoes, meowing bravely at him but not letting Matty pet him. He didn’t mention that the adult cats reminded him of himself, damaged goods but desperate to be loved, more than he wanted to admit. “Plus, everyone wants a kitten.”

+

Hesitantly, a small tabby jumped down from a perch in the corner, so high up that they hadn’t even initially realized it was there. She was missing part of her left ear, as well as her left eye, the scar looking old and well healed. Matty swallowed hard as she seemed to size him up.

As if deciding he was worthy, She padded delicately over to him, and settled herself down onto his thigh. She cocked her head as if to say aren’t you going to pet me now? Matty smiled and did just that, lightly running his fingers down her back. She started purring and his heart melted. She was missing part of her ear.

AJKAKSJJSKSJ. PARALLELS. THEYRE BOTH A BIT FUCKED UP AND THEYRE BOTH A BIT MESSY AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY ARE TWINS AND CHAOS IS MATTY IN CAT FORM. i actually think ive died

ok. i think im done. but i may come back with more. this is the best thing ive ever read i want it tattooed. enjoy your day and. i cant think. think about horses 🐴 <- for u ok bye bye ur the best

OH MY GOODNESS: First off thank you so much for sending me such a long, and lovely and supportive ask omg I was literally going !!! the entire time I read it. Thank you SO MUCH!

LOL Fictional!Matty would have enjoyed some more soft morning sex but alas Fictional!George had PLANS and once he found out it involved him getting a cat he was less angry about it. (I like to think that Fictional!George had all of the supplies for said cat hidden in the downstairs closet so that he would be READY when they brought their new pet home and despite opening that closet multiple times Fictional!Matty is oblivious and didn't notice any of the shopping bags)

Being engaged is still something that Fictional!Matty never really thought he would have? Like yes he has wanted to marry Fictional!George since they were teenagers and he loves him SO MUCH but he is just so blown away by the fact that Fictional!George feels the same way? And also that he had held onto the ring for so many years through multiple different relationships? His anxiety makes him feel like it's fake but he's working on it.

Fictional!Matty is just glad that someone appreciated his stomach ulcers, he worked really hard on them and they caused him a lot of pain.

Fictional!George saw those pictures of Matty with the cats that we all saw and he also melted. He was like I will be acquiring one of those for Fictional!Matty. Despite all the work they have done on their relationship (and Fictional!Matty has done on himself) some of the hurtful things Fictional!George has said about him / to him still haunt him (specifically the whole being immature and irresponsible thing) and Fictional!George has aways been adamant that he didn't like cats so poor Fictional!Matty is having his mind blown right now. He's like ah yes this is so painful Fictional!George took me to the shelter to play with kittens but I don't get to take one home, the thought was there but wow this hurts so bad. Meanwhile Fictional!George has like three cat trees hidden in that closet.

YAY for Fictional!Matty choosing the pet that is most like him 😂 Chaos and Fictional!Matty both has some physical and mental scars but they're not broken they just need to be loved in a different way and now they have each other!!! I'm obsessed with her and fictional!Matty and this entire fic universe and I'm so grateful that people are still interested in this little world.

Thank you SO MUCH For always being so lovely and supportive and sending such wonderful asks!! I hope you are having the BEST Wednesday and that you have wonderful rest of your week. Thank you so much again!!

❤️Ally

[jeongwife]

nO admin lily because you just gave me kyeomrot with that last pic ,,,, please care to elaborate 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 (even though he’s my ult so i’m always like this hehe nvm) -🐰

sugar daddy seokmin fingering you in the fine dine resto while he is having a lunch meeting lmao I CANT IM GONNA DIe BYE - 🦭

(grouped for similarity!!)

imagine sugar daddy seokmin taking you out to a fancy restaurant for dinner, literally unable to take his eyes off you. you always look pretty but seeing you all dolled up, especially when you’re wearing one of the many dresses that he bought for you, makes him even more enamoured if that was even possible. you’re enjoying yourself, still unaware of his growing arousal as all that occupies his mind is the thought of bending you over the table and taking you in front of everyone in the restaurant. you don’t suspect a thing when seokmin scoots his chair over to sit closer to you, thinking he’s just being his usual affectionate self. but then he places a hand on your bare thigh, feigning innocence as he slowly trails it up underneath your dress as your breath hitches and goosebumps rise on your skin.

his hardening cock twitches in his pants when you turn to him with wide, innocent eyes and breathe out, “daddy, not here.” but he merely shushes you gently as his hand cups your clothed pussy, smiling when you gasp and attempt to close your thighs around his hand.

“i can’t help it, my baby just looks so pretty tonight,” he leans in to murmur, his breath tickling your ear and making you giggle, “better be quiet then, hm? can’t let everyone hear how much of a little slut you’re being as daddy fingers your pretty pussy.” his long fingers deftly move your panties to the side, and you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a moan as his fingertips glide through your already dripping folds to collect your juices. he pushes a finger into you and starts pumping it in and out of you gently, stretching you out before adding a second finger, watching every little reaction of yours and cooing at your little gasps. you grip the edge of the table as he works you up to an orgasm, thighs shaking as you hold back the urge to moan out loud when a waiter stops by your table to ask if everything’s going okay.

and because he’s feeling a bit mean, seokmin thrusts his fingers into you with a little more force as he smiles and says everything’s fine, the waiter shooting you a concerned look when you let out a squeal before walking away. “shhh, what did i say about being quiet, baby?” seokmin asks, his fingers reaching that sweet spot inside you yet again, and you have to pray that no one can hear the squelching sounds your pussy makes with every pump of his fingers. “are you gonna cum, sweetheart? gonna cum all over my fingers in the middle of this restaurant like a little slut?” his words send you over the edge, and you bite down on the back of your hand as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, thighs clamping around seokmin’s hand as your release soaks his fingers, whimpering as he continues to thrust them in gently to help you ride out your orgasm.

— admin lily

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

So far what has been the worst thing about being pregnant?

oh so much, so equally.

sciatica, making it so i physically cannot walk without excruciating pain, but only at night when i need to get out of bed to piss. (thankfully i am not a type who needs to piss all the time. yet.)

acid reflux, a constant cold burn in my throat unfazed by tums but is ignorable if im constantly drinking something. so my stomach is always full of liquid, which makes the acid worse, so i have to keep drinking so i dont feel it.

i am So Fucking Hungry. “have less food more often! smaller, more frequent meals!” they say. “because your stomach will get smaller as baby grows!” i dont fucking think so babe. yes i can handle it. yes i know baby is growing rapidly and needs the nutrients and thats why my stomach is constantly growling. baby wants the entire meal, and baby wants another in two hours. pay up or perish. (by perish i mean my stomach will growl so loud you go deaf)

speaking of deaf, the sinus pressure has closed up one of my ears. it’ll go away after birth but the other ear has pulsatile tinnitus that i need surgery for because the sinus pressure and increased blood supply pushed my eardrum back, and i need a replacement prosthetic of some bone in my ear that isnt doing its job.

speaking of sinuses, there’s so much fucking blood in my body that sinus pressure causes nosebleeds, a common pregnancy issue. however, because of allergies i already had prior, my sinuses keep all the blood clotting up inside my sinuses. and because of acid reflux, i’m constantly spitting, so it never has time to settle and properly bleed. instead i cough, snort, and spit up 5-8 BLOOD CLOTS. FROM MY SINUSES. per day. some darker and heavier, most smaller and less dense. i am constantly creating suction pressure in my throat to dislodge blood clots from my nasopharynx. i am always snorting.

my tits are disgusting. i have lymphedema in the breasts, rather uncommon, and it has been completely mimicing the symptoms of breast cancer without having any lumps or actual tumors to show for it. anywhere. they’re simply an angry warm red, feel like an orange peel, hard as dried playdough, and the consistency of a memory foam mattress.

“yr areolas will darken uwu!”

and thats just what i hate the MOST.

things that just annoy me include:

always feeling both exhausted and like i NEED to clean everything. everything. all the time. im noticing dirt and mess that i’ve never seen before in my life. im rewashing perfectly clean items because im not the one who washed them initially.

nesting feels itchy. im exhausted midway through organizing the entire bathroom but i Have To keep going. its compulsive. it feels like an actual rat in my brain trying to claw its way out. and i struggle so badly to ignore it because half the shit i want to do cant be done until mid april. and it’s been scratching at me since like january. it kind of hurts.

also i love kicks but the rolls and swishes feel fucking gross, it feels like there’s a goldfish in my stomach just flopping around nastily. it tickles in a gross way.

i have to sleep on a wedge pillow in addition to my C pillow. both help immensely, but im so blocked off from davyn and it makes me sad. i have to tear my little nest apart if i want to cuddle, and then i can’t for very long because he lays down flat, and the aggravates my acid really badly.

horribly vivid dreams. ive never felt more disturbed by my dreams than i have the past few weeks. it feels so real, nothing like a normal weird dream. the concepts are strange but the environment is so convincing. and it’s usually nightmares.

im really forgetful now and its kind of scary. like genuinely scary because it feels like im losing my mind and its bringing up a lot of... gaslighty trauma from when i was a teenager. sometimes my memory is as perfect as usual, sometimes i forget what just came out of my mouth two seconds ago. davyn is really patient when i get scared.

and i have it relatively easy.

i dont have gestational diabetes, which would necessitate an entirely new diet that i KNOW i wouldnt be able to sustain.

i don’t have blood clots, so i dont have to take those awful shots that bruise the injection site so terribly(i took them after my knee surgery, i switched to warfarin because i couldnt stand the shots anymore after only a week).

i dont have cervical insufficiency, which runs in my family and would necessitate a much higher level of care.

i dont have an Rh incompatibility with my baby, which would necessitate a higher level of care but also one of the most painful shots you can get in pregnancy. in the ass cheek.

i didnt have morning sickness AT ALL, just occasional nausea and not even consistently. some people puke multiple times a day and struggle eating anything. for the entire duration.

i don’t have tons of emotional outbursts, i had one breakdown about davyn eating my banana, one about davyn saying “the pillow is my girlfriend now” because i fixated on the word girlfriend, one because i left soda in the freezer and it exploded, and i cry easily over touching youtube videos a little more easily. thats it. 3 breakdowns and a tender heart. over the past 7 months.

i have it quite easy, and most of all im doing this on purpose.

i’ll say it again every time: reproductive choice is a hill i will happily die on. absolutely fucking nobody deserves any of this, least of all people who don’t know its coming and didnt want it anyway.

i wanted this, and im doing it eagerly. i just also hate it and it sucks and im glad it’ll be over soon and i can have my screamy poopy wrinkly baby on the outside where i can actually LOOK at them and HOLD them and know the tangible fruits of my labor. feels like im wading through a sewer to reach some unknown treasure that im praying will still be there when i get to the end.

make sure your birth control timer is set properly. wrap yr meat. stay aware. etc.

[whitexwingedxdoves]

a love like war | part one

Sequel to The Other Side 

Pairing: Negan x Reader Pronouns: She/her Warnings: Language, Violence Summary: Despite your best efforts you just cant seem to avoid Negan A/N: SHES HERE. IM EXCITED <3 Again all the thanks goes to @jinxeee​​ <3 Tags: @aubageddon91

“You belong to me” he whispered, catching you off guard and it showed “you always will” he added before you stepped away from the man, the confused look creasing your soft face as you reached for the door.

“Go to hell” you snapped before leaving the room, once you were outside you pressed yourself against the brick wall to catch your breath

You avoided the gardens like the plague after your interaction with Negan and it brought up some questions with Daryl, he’d grill you day after day, asking what was wrong until you had enough and told him everything. At first he was taken back by the assumption you and he were somewhat an item but he soon channelled that into anger, he hated the idea of you and Negan. He’d tell you, you deserved so much better than him and of course you’d agree. After that day, he promised to stay by you whenever you went out to the gardens so that Negan couldn’t corner you, and he thought he could get some revenge of his own by purposely flirting with you whenever the prisoner was watching. Of course his flirting was much more subtle than what you usually encountered, he’d pick you a fresh strawberry and tuck your hair behind your ear every so often but mostly he made you laugh to the point you’d forget that any one could be watching. You’d scold him when you’d get home at night but you’d never tell him you enjoyed knowing Negan would think of nothing else in his cell at night.

You felt confident walking through the gardens on your own today, you did your job checking up on people as you inspected the quality of the crops all while your face flushed red, attempting to avoid Negan’s stare. You left his section until last, thinking you could quickly get it done and leave before he had a chance to say anything to you but of course, that was too good to be true. Brandon stood over Negan as you approached but quickly dropped his weapon to his side as you did, he looked eager to ask you something “Im really sorry Y/N but I ain’t feeling all too good and there aint no one else I can ask'' You took a deep breath anticipating his question “Do you mind taking watch while I visit the doctor?” you cleared your throat before taking the spear he held in his hand from him, sending him a small smile and a nod.

“Sure” you watched as he hurried along to the infirmary, your heart dropping once you noticed you were now alone with the one man you didn’t want to be alone with.

You looked down at the man who was already staring back up at you with a wide smile, you rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the rest of the garden. “You know when I first saw you sat on that rock, covered in all that shit” he started, pulling at weeds from the ground before turning slightly to face you “I still though, my god is she beautiful” his tone made you snap back to his direction, scoffing at his words

“Did you think I was beautiful when you locked me up in your little torture chamber?” you spat back at the man, he held his hands up defensively, his smirk seemingly disappearing.

“I never apologised for that” his tone was much softer now but you still shook your head at him

“It’s a little late for apologies now, Negan,” the man sighed at your truth, and turned back to the weeds, pulling at the leaves while biting down on his bottom lip.

“I am. Sorry that is. If I had known- I can’t help but think how different everything would be” he sounded defeated which pulled at your heart a little until you realise who you were talking to.

“It’s gonna take more than a meaningless apology for me to forgive you” you didn’t mean for it to come out as a hiss but it did. Your eyes now scanning the area to track down someone to take over for you, Negan surprisingly stayed quiet as you did just that. You signalled for someone to come over before you looked back down at Negan. “I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for what you did to me” you whispered before handing the spear to the man who saved you from Negan duty.

-

The next day you gathered before the council, you stood by Daryl as you listened to Gabriel explain a situation with a hoard of walkers and his plan for getting rid/diverting it. He put together some teams of people and explained their jobs, Daryl and Michonne were to take  down any walker that strayed from the path and Aaron, Eugene and Rosita were to divert the crowd into the next town and attempt to trap them there. You embraced Michonne and Daryl as they left the room, wishing them luck and warning them to be safe, just as you were about to leave Gabriel called on you to stay behind for a moment.

You waited behind like he had asked, waving goodbye as people passed you. “Thank you for waiting” Now that the room had cleared, Gabriel took a few steps closer to you, you flashed him a smile and perched yourself on a desk that stood behind you.

“What can I do for you?” you questioned, oblivious to his intentions. He gave you a warm smile as he paced before you

“I want you out there too. I haven’t forgot that you were one of the best back at the sanctuary and think its time we put our skills to good use!” you couldn’t disagree with him, you pushed your lips together as you nodded at his words, waiting for further instructions. “I want you – I want you to go out there and keep the walkers on the right path” you cocked a brow at the man, you figured Daryl and Michonne already had that covered but he seemed convinced they may need extra help. “I also would like for you to take Negan with you”

You wondered if you had heard him correctly as you pushed yourself away from the desk “I'm sorry? You want me to take who?” You scoffed at the man when he repeated the prisoners name, shaking your head at his suggestion. “The man who left me in a room to die, that Negan?” your words tasted a little salty as you questioned the priest,  his head hung low as he took a deep breath.

“I see how he acts when you’re around. I have faith he will keep you safe!” you rolled your eyes at his words, chewing on the corner of your mouth as you thought of all the possibilities of being left alone out there with Negan “He’s a good fighter, we need that!” He added, walking closer to you before placing a hand on your shoulder, you avoided his stare as you looked down at your feet. “We can’t let anything bad happen to you but Negan? He’s a life I’m willing to risk for the safety of the community” Eventually he broke you down enough to get you to agree with his ridiculous plan. Before you even left the gates, you warned Negan not to speak a word to you, threatening his life if he even breathed in your direction and off you went, leading the man to your station.

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Negan seemed to keep to his promise and not a word was spoken during your time travelling, when you reached your spot there were already a couple of stray walkers roaming around. Reluctantly you handed Negan a knife and watched him run off to kill the walkers, you offered no help as you stood back and watched him take down each walker, he barely had time to rest when the next set came limping over to him. You decided to sit down in the grass, drinking out of your canteen ignoring his struggles. By this point he must have killed over 20 of those things, he was panting and sweating yet you did nothing to resolve his exhaustion. It felt like it was the perfect display of karma, like the world had finally given you what you had been asking for, for years. The walkie on your hip started to buzz before Rosita’s voice spilled through the speakers notifying you that their plan worked and they would see you all back at Alexandria, Michonne’s was next claiming that she and Daryl didn’t have a lot of strays and they were ready to head home. You thought it was best you didn’t reply, none of them actually knew you were out there and you didn’t want them to panic.

You looked up at Negan, he had a couple walkers on him but you figured after they had gone, you’d be fine to head home too. You picked yourself up and brushed off any dirt that may have collected over time and turned on your heels to get the car started. What you didn’t expect was the dead that seemed right on your tail, You grappled with the creature before it took you down. You managed to keep it at arms length but you knew if you reached for your knife it would get you, you called out for help as you struggled to hold its weight. It felt like you were under the dead for a while, the feeling far too familiar as it snapped its jaws at you, suddenly the snapping stopped and the body became limp over the top of you, allowing you to throw it off to the side.

A hand reached out for you to grab and you did, a little too hazy to realise who’s hand it was. Once you were on your feet, your gaze met Negan’s and you allowed a small sigh to pass your lips “Thanks” you whispered, brushing off your clothes “you know if you’d have left me to die, you’d be free right now” you added, disguising your grateful words.

“Na, wouldn't be worth it” you cocked your brow at the man now you had finished cleaning your clothes, he shrugged at you a small smirk gracing his features, his tongue caressing his bottom lip. “the five minutes a day I get to see you, is worth way more than freedom”

[markitchi]

pile of headcanons

bunch of raihan/leon headcanon nonsense from my twit*r

theres alot under the cut, warning : its cheesy, also, i headcanon raihan calling leon "bubu"

Raihan is really good at baking and leon is great at cooking savory & spicy food, raihan likes spicy food and leon likes baked goods, they complete each other

Leon so thick and firm he'd be so good to hug and raihan took advantage of that, holding his bubu until leon complains or whine, yknow when ur pet looks so cute and u hug them, like that

leon contacts name on raihans phone is like "♥💖my bubu♥💕", but raihans contact name on leons phone is "Raihan" with capital R

raihan complained about it, showed leons contact name on his phone, leon is surprised bc he thought his contact name on raihans phone is just "Leon" or "Lee"

then leon changes rai's contact name too "🥰raihoney💖

leon doesnt look like the guy who'd be extra on hair and skin treatment, the reason his hair and skin (especially his hair) is unbearably soft and shiny is bc raihan kept reminding him to do so (and buying it)

sometimes leon act spoiled so raihan will do an entire haircare for him

yes raihan do it bc he loves leon unconditionally and he thinks leon deserves it

raihan has a dirty mouth and uses every swear word but for some reasons, around leon all he can say is "jerk" "ugly" and "dumb"

raihan does that bc all he remember when hes with leon is pet names and how-to-coo-and-woo-your-boyfriend

raihan being leons moral compass feels fitting, not bc leon is dumb but bc leon himself is swallowed by his own title and got the hero complex, making him selfless and have a hard time to say no

raihan is there to "what the fuck are you thinking, dont do that baby, you'll die"

but leon seems stubborn yes? he wont listen if people just say "no", he'd ask the reason why, and if the said person doesnt give a clear answer, he leaves but raihan always tries to explain him in full description, short & long lasting damage, consequence etc

so obviously leon listens, and as time goes by, raihan is.. his moral compass, in a way

raihan playfully growls while squeezing leons body parts but its definitely not so playful in leons mind

raihan always ask leon to wear his freshly-washed-hoodie at sunday so when he go to work at monday, his hoodie will smell like leon

raihans laugh is like "aha haha haha *low volume wheeze* phew heehee" and leon got a laugh that can trigger an earthquake

Raihan sneeze like a kitten while leon sneeze like a buldozer

Leon muffles his laugh by hugging raihan so it wont surprise anyone around them

leon demanding affection from raihan by giving him stupid empty threats

leon : Kiss me or ill

raihan : u will what

leon : i-i will shrink your hoodie and make it mine

raihan : no, now come here bubu

In reality, leon doesnt need to do "things" to get raihans attention, raihan told him he can just ask or "just sit on my lap or tug my shirt and ill cuddle and kiss you till the next day", but leons ego is too high for that so he does stupid shit instead

raihan is very loved by leons family bc surprisingly hes able to stop leon and hop from fighting

if u ask how, raihan simply pick up leon up and walk away

aihan is the only guy who leon will listen too and got called as the "champion tamer"

but all raihan do is just

raihan : bubu, no

leon : no..?

raihan : leon. no

leon : no...

then nag him softly while explaining the consequences, sometimes short and long term effect it depends on the situation

leon is stubborn, so it took sometime to convince him that his plan or an action he almost took to partake is very impulsive or doesnt give a good result

the thing is leon is not stupid, infact hes quite brilliant, therefore its hard to convince him if a person who tries to stop him doesnt have a similiar mind like he is, but thankfully theres raihan

for some reasons raihan is able to found leon in any occasion so the league staff ALWAYS calls him whenever leons gone

league staff : mr rai-

raihan : is it leon

league staff : yes

raihan : im on my way

leon likes to ask raihan for hairbands bc he kept losing them

raihan : bubu, isnt this your third time asking for them this week

leon : ....yes..?

raihan spoiling leon bc he feels he wants to make up for him, bc he wasnt available near leon when fought eternatus

leon follows raihan everywhere in the winter and kept pressing himself to him, whenever raihan question whats wrong leon just looked him in the eye and "im warming you up"

leon is small by raihans perspective but he hugs leon tight anyway

raihan is possessive of leon hes THAT hot, charismatic yet very adorable, leon is the one who keeps his chin up and soothe his fears, and hes the champion, everyone wants the champion, u think he'll let go that easily? no, never

and leon is probably possessive too, raihan is a hot nerd, affectionate and gentle, hes the one who push him to his best, the one who also stops him for doing too much, hes his source of comfort and he wont let go and wont let anyone take his raihan away from him for sure

10 years of friendship and healthy rivalry means 10 years of being on each others live, being one of the biggest contributor and supporter for the other, who pushes to the limit yet stopping when one is too close to the edge of the cliff

no matter if its platonic or romantic, they wont let anyone take their rival, friend and lover away that easy, you wont let anyone try to take away one of the important and huge part of your life

raihan big, so hes the big spoon, he loves cooing right at leons ears and kissing the back of his neck, shoulders and sometimes reaches forward to press a sloppy wet kiss to leons cheek

leon crying to raihan when he founds out raihan smokes when hes stressed out, and begging the other to stop and talk to him instead or cope with healthier way

raihan doesnt need an alarm clock to wake him up, leons just need to grin and say "good morning!" its so bright it WILL wake him up

raihan and leon lives together and since then the outfit leon has on his wardrobe is a collection of formal tailored outfits and his battle tower outift, some booty shorts and work out clothing, and obviously underwear and socks.the rest he just stole from raihan

especially t-shirts, hoodies, and jacket, raihan seeing him walking and opening his wardrobe after shower is such a common occurence that he doesnt even need to ask anymore

raihan looks like the type who carries lipbalm and hand cream in his hoodie pocket, he carries 2, 1 cocoa lipbalm for him and honey lipbalm for leon. whenever he met leon, he applies the lip balm on him, it becomes habit that leon even raise his chin up for raihan

leon can sleep alone fine, but when he woke up he felt groggy,but if he slept on top of raihan he'd woke up like he had a perfect 8 hours sleep even tho he slept for only 5 hours

raihan is a heavy sleeper but waking up with leon glued to his chest/back make his whole day better,especially when he woke up to leon peppering his face with kisses to wake him up

raihan being lowkey flustered and overwhelmed by leons beauty/cuteness/sexiness/everything while leon is being clingy and acting spoiled around him

leon cant be serious around raihan, when he saw the gym leader,he automatically let his guard down infront of him, changing from champion leon to leon from postwick, all giddy and happy

leon unzips his champion outfit and once raihan heard the zipping sound he zooms to leon to plant his face between leons chest

if leon wants attention from raihan he will do various things from holding his arm and press his head to raihans shoulders,sitting on his lap and loop his arm around raihans neck,hugging him from the front and put on a cute face

but if raihan wants attention he just, hug leon from behind,put his head on leons shoulder and doesnt let go until leon does SOMETHING

leon has been taking care of others for so long,so when raihan takes care of him ,its a new,yet quite familiar feeling.

its hard to accept since he felt bad about receiving the attention,but raihan kept doing it until leon tend to act spoiled around him

raihan always kiss leons forehead before he sleeps,when raihan is away, he has the urge to videocall raihan so he can coo him to sleep,but hes too embarrassed to do it

he thought abt that and raihan suddenly videocalling him,its noon on the region he visited, and hes like "heeeey, i just want to say good night to my beloved!! good night leon,sweet dreams,sorry bc i cant kiss your forehead but ill kiss u 10x more when im back"

leon was shocked and stared to his camera "lee? fuck,is the connection that bad-" and leon stuttered "n-no! i was surprised...thank you darling, have fun and stay safe okay?"

"of course! dont stay up thinking abt me for too long,i love you so much bubu,good night!

"..good afternoon raihoney,i love you too" leon stayed up for the next 20 minutes rolling around the bed screaming

raihan actually helps leon on taking care of his dragons, which made leons dragonmons actingspoiled around raihan,and sometimes leon thinks that his dragons loves raihan more than him

raihan plays with his dragonmon as if hes playing with a yamper,calling them "cute little babywubby" and playing with their hands,kissing their foreheads and lays with them on the floor,and of course leon joins in by laying on top or next to raihan

even leon have seen raihan carrying his dragapult like a baby with a baby axew hugging his legs, raihan is legit a dragon pokemon magnet

raihan has a habit of cooing or complimenting at leon even when hes doing the simplest thing ever and leon feels giddy like a 5 y.o everytime raihan does it

can u imagine how many pictures of leon raihan have on his phone,its probably more than 1000, he takes picture of leon as if hes a baby pokemon

leon comes to raihans place at 2 am without any warning,i mean raihan DID gave him a spare key so, raihans flat is HIS flat too,and there he goes,going to the bedroom and slip himself under the duvet,crawling to sleep closer to raihan

at first raihan is SO surprised that he jumped from the bed,but now he doesnt care anymore and just kiss leons head,mumbles "goo'nite bubh" and sleep again

leon does it so often that if hes gone from his apartment,people call raihan instead of him

raihan hugging leon from the back while leon is doing stuff in the kitchen while singing,and raihan is there like,peppering smooches and compliments while leon is STILL singing,and giggling bc raihan is smooching him

raihan is BAD at it but he sings along with leon in a joking manner and leon cant even sing anymore bc hes just wheezing while raihan is just "cmOn bAbeEEe SING AgAiiiNNnn"

[secretsniper3]

Part 6: Sister Slaves

“I have cum so many times now, is it possible to die from this” I think as I feel another delicious meal flows into my mouth, more cum for the good slave to drink. Pussy constantly flowing with cum, leaking through the box, I feel something I havnt felt in seemingly a lifetime, movement. The box that holds me moves around and a light appears and there he is, my Master looking down on me, the cum stained sex slave bound in tight rope, bringing my out of the box my Master commands me to sit still, and I do, why would I disobey my Master? sitting still he removes my ropes, my skin breathes as my Master drinks in the marks on my skin, red marks cover my body, rubbing a salve over my body he covers you in its cool embrace, still unmoving. “How do you feel?” my Master asks. “Much better now i can serve you, Master” I answer with a smile. The words still echoing fresh in my mind “You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property”. Cant fight whats a core of my very being, my reason to exist now can I?

Standing at my Masters side my head hangs low, I know better than to raise my head, telling me to follow him he leads me up some stairs and into a room. A woman is laying on the bed, sealed in a vacbed with a harsh vibrator hitting her clit directly, “How lucky she must be to cum so freely” I think to myself, not knowing what hell the woman is truely in. Walking to a wardrobe my Master takes a latex bodysuit, a latex hood, ballet boots and a corset. Putting the bodysuit on it seemed to be a size smaller than I expected, my ample breasts fitting nicely into the waiting cups and im zipped in within minutes, Corset follows, pulling tight my Master ensures it wont be coming off any time soon with a few knots, the latex hood, covering my eyes and ears, leaving my nostrils and mouth exposed only, I test my latex hood by licking the latex that circles it, the smell and taste of the latex now grasping my head is beyond divine, my long blue hair flowing like water from a hole in the back of the hood and down my latex covered spine. “Master dresses me so nicely” I think as Im taken to the bed with the woman occasionally squirming in her latex prison, my Master helps me put my ballet boots on my feet and laces them up tight. My Master gets my collar and wraps it around my latex neck, its a perfect fit, Leather cuffs are placed tightly around my wrists and connected together with a chain passing through a d-ring in the back of my collar, pulling my wrists up my back. Leash on end Im led out by my neck down the stairs and into the big room. Standing in the darkness without direction a thumb pushes into my waiting mouth, my tongue wrapping around it instantly and moving up and down its lenght as Im walked around the wide room, thumb removed my head is eased forward as my tongue searches for something to suckle on and Im greeted with a cold metal dildo and I take it in deep.

Coddeling the dildo in my mouth I pump back and forth and suck hard, rewarded for my passion and eagerness with a thick, sticky fluid, its more delicious cum! mixed with other many flavors I cant quite place, I pump my head more and more, the mixture flowing slowly into my mouth and down my eager throat I continue sucking hard. Managing to get the dildo down my throat I begin to work it from tip to base, as more of my breakfast oozes into my mouth and throat, not spilling a single drop, I dare not do that. Feeling a hand wrap around my body and grasp my breast I moan deeply into the cock I gladly suck, moving down my latex body my Master takes great pleasure in toying with his things, pulling a zipper he exposes my gushing sex to the room, knowing how happy I am going to become I push deep on the dildo and as I pull back my Master enters me. Stuck between 2 cocks I rock my entire body back forth now, fucking myelf in 2 holes till my Master doubles my speed and pumps hard and fast inside my pussy, “Cum slave” I hear and do so immediatly, leaking my own cum from my pulsing lips as his cock keeps thrusting away. Another orgasm already ready to go but I hold yourself back, resorting to loud moans to signal Im ready again but my Master says nothing but continues thrusting, “thats it girl, keep holding it back” he says in my latex coated ear as I do as commanded, every fiber of my very being is now focused on holding back my approaching orgasm, while my head works the dildo automatically. After 5 minutes of resisting I hear him, “Cum hard slut!” and I do as commanded, Masters cum ripping through my body as Im pulled off the dildo while I cry out in bliss!

Helping me to my feet from my devistating orgasm Im lead, once again to a room, belly full of cum mixture Im forced to sit down, another dildo pokes my pussy and I push down hard, taking the entire toy in deep inside with a satisfied moan. I feel my Masters hands on my face, clearly looking where my eyes would be he says “do not get up off this device” he says sternly, hoping for more pleasure Im pleased to feel a low rumble between my legs as my body rocks around, but never lifting off my seat. “ill let you cum as much as you want for now” my Master says, eliciting a squeel from my mouth as my head flies back in the wake of another orgasm. Turning to leave me, my Master heads back upstairs to tend to his other pet.

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Neverending stimulation, I would have stopped the device hours ago if I could, what would my Master do to me if I did though, the reality scared me more than I thought it would. As I feel a hand grab my sensitive breast I jump in my latex prison, squeezing firmly my breathing quickens till it stops entierly, my Master holding my nose closed my brain works in overdrive until he lets go and I slam into the brick wall that is my denial. Turning the hitachi off my Master sets on releasing me from my vacbed, sitting me up he removes my “clothes” and I stand naked with my weak hands behind my head, Im put in a clear latex suit and mask set, slidding in easily due to my sweat, my ass, pussy, breasts and face left exposed, I find my knees have thick padding and find out what its for as my Master wraps a belt around my waist and pulls my feet up, meeting my firm ass, my feet are connected to straps attached to my belt, locking my feet against my ass but keeping everything easy to reach. My hands are sealed in latex mitts renders my hands completly useless, more paw than hand now, my collar is locked on and clamps are attached to my highly sensitive nipples as my breasts hang beneath me. My Master commands me to sit like a good girl and with some difficulty, I manage to sit back, feeling my Masters cum begin to leak onto the floor, noticing this my Master gives my leash a yank and walks me out of the room and slowly down the stairs.

Hearing a hum nearby my Master takes me to the source of the noise, my eyes widen as I see the blue haired woman, bound to the sybian and fluid running down her thighs freely, clearly caught mid orgasm as Im led to a weird device near the kitchen, a dildo protrudes from its base as well as from a standing height, unreachable in my current bind. Commanded to suck by my Master I take the cock in my mouth and begin to work the fleshy toy, sucking harder and harder Im rewarded with fluid shooting in my mouth, its thick and tastes horrible, clearly a cum mixture I continue sucking hard as I swallow, taking the toy deeper each time I suck, my heavily denied pussy juices dripping to the floor as my Master gets some bacon and eggs for his meal. Eyeing my Masters food as he eats my only choice is to suck harder and harder, clearly meaning this to be my meal for now I have no choice, the disgusting taste is all over my tongue and coats my throat. I dont think ill ever get used to the taste of cum.. Having finished his meal my Master stands and walks to the other woman, cumming on the sybian.

Leading the woman back to me, my Master commands my sister slave to get on her knees she complies silently and her tongue jumps out of her mouth when she was told to drink his cum from my wet pussy, moving blindly forward, balancing herself carefully with her arms chained behind her back her chin brushes my cheek and moves further down my body and into position, tasting my pussy directly her tongue dives deep inside my moist folds, drawing out my Masters cum with ease she sucks it down into her mouth then gut. “keep pumping that cock slut!” my Master shouts, jumping me back to reality as I resume my sucking, collecting more cum flavored fluid and swallowing it. Continuing to work over my pussy my sister slave draws more and more of my Masters cum from my soaked pussy and would have made me cum 3 times by now if I were still able to cum. Pulling the cum hungry slave away my Master inspects my pussy, clearly she had got all his cum out as he pulls his cock out and leads the girl to a chair, sits down and puts her eager mouth to work, unloading 3 times in her mouth not a single drop escapes her vaccum. Pulling me off the dildo my Master leads me by my collar and my blue haired sister slave to the toy room, there he straps me down tightly, and commands my saphire haired friend to have a drink from my pussy and to keep drinking till shes satisfyed, lips locking against lips, her masterful tongue works me over with a passion I cant define as my Master moves infront of me and pushes his cock into my mouth, a tongue working my pussy over, a nose pressing into my ass and a cock in my mouth, is this heaven or hell?!

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Simply amazing taste, I continue diving into the pussy my Master ordered me to devour, grindng my face into the womans sex I jab my tongue into her engorged button causing more moans from the woman, if I had my eyes I would be staring up at my Master with a gaze only a Master would love, I redouble my assault on the neverending pool of delicious fluids as the woman starts shaking everywhere, sucking hard against her labia my tongue working her insides like a harp, shes sure to cum soon I just know it! Pulled away by my Master I instinctively cry out “Thank you Master!” while my lips and chin shine with yummy juices. Im rewarded with my enthusiasm with a toy slidding easily inside my own drooling pussy, strapping the toy in my Master slaps my ass, responding with a moan my other cheek takes a hit, “mmm, thank you Master!” I moan out loudly as my Master stands me up and lowers me on a thick dildo, “sit down” Im commanded and so I do, lowering down on the dildo I hit a chair at the bottom with a bump that my clit sits on perfectly, with a simple “stay” my clit is found sitting on a hitachi as my Master turns it on. My head flies back as I moan out loudly, getting gagged for the noise, probing with my tongue I feel around the gag, it seals my mouth shut with a ring but theres something in the way, I cant push it out with my tongue alone.

“Its a plug” I mentally scream as my Master once again takes my willing mouth, my tongue gets to work pleasing my Master’s tasty cock, both my Master and I work on thrusting away inside my mouth, pulling back he unloads all over my tongue, I savor the taste and swallow. Left sitting in darkness with a humming clit I cum hard only moments later to cum again harder, my clit dancing on the vibrator I hear moans coming from the other slave, clearly getting my Masters cock inside her I cum again at the mere thought.

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Masters cock pumping in my ass hard, thrust after thrust, my needy pussy drooling on the floor I moan aloud and gaze at the blue haired slave, shes cumming constantly, how desperatly I wish our places were reversed, so I could experience a orgasm once again, its almost gone now, the memory of a orgasm, I remember it being exquisite and highly enjoyable but that was all I can remember, replaced by heavy denial as my ass is creamed deep before my Master pushes 7 vibrating eggs inside me and pushes a cover over my pussy, sealing them in, held in place by a urethral insert inflated at the tip when it got deep enough, not going anywhere anytime soon my body is tormented with stimulation with no end in sight. Looking again at my sister slave as her cum flows from between her thighs I glance up to my Master with pleading eyes, a simple “Not for a very long time” beats you down hard. Taking both my sisters and my leash my Master leads us both to his bedroom, Yawning as he opens a cage at the foot of his bed, he pushes me inside and locks it tight, my new room apparently. My sister slave however is pushed on the bed as my Master follows out of sight, I can only guess whats taking place but clearly its rough for her.

tomorrow promises a hard day for me and my new sister slave.

[ladydevoir]

“I don’t want you to die for me, I want you to live for me.” pairing: ladybug or gemstones

Im sorry this took so long, but I love Ladybug and wanted to do it justice, so here you do~ The hospital corridors were packed with patients, nurses and visitors, but that didnt stop Blake sprinting through the halls, here eyes red as she held her scroll in her hand, the screen showing a single message from Yang, with two words, the same two words that had Blake racing through the hospital.

“She’s awake.” Yang had forced her to go home, after spending more than a week at the bedside of her teammate, barely eating or sleeping. It was only after an hour of arguing and the expressed promise that Yang would tell her immediately if anything changed that got her to agree in the end, though even after that she could barely rest, her mind packed with worry. But true to her word, as Yang always was, she had messaged Blake, and now here she was, her mind focused only on reaching the room, even the call from Weiss as she passed her in the hall went unnoticed by her as she reached the door, the force of her opening threatening to tear it from its hinges, as she rested her hands on her knees, her breathlessness finally catching up to her, before her ears twitched as she heard a weak voice speak out softly. “B-Blake?” Her eyes shot up towards the bed, her heart in her throat as she looked upon the figure now looking up at her from the hospital bed. Ruby gazed over, her head still resting on the pillow, the rest of her body wrapped in bandages, while Yang sat on a chair by her side, glancing between the two before standing up and walking towards the door. “I think I’ll leave you two to talk, I’ll go find Weiss.” As she passed Blake, she gently squeezed her shoulder, helping snap the faunus out of her daze, the two sharing a silent conversation and a nod before Yang left the room, leaving Blake and Ruby alone. There was a brief moment of silence before Ruby spoke up, the tiredness and weariness in her voice feeling like a stab in Blake’s heart. “Im glad you’re ok.” Her steps echoed through the room as she took the seat by the bed, her eyes never leaving Ruby, not even for a second. “Ruby…” She could feel her eyes welling up. “H-hey, d-don’t cry Blake, l-look, everything is ok, im fine-” “No, you’re not!” Blake hadn’t meant to say it with such force, but after everything that had happened, she knew they needed to have this talk. “Ruby you could have died! That grimm, the way it tore into you, a-all that blood, if Weiss hadn’t literally frozen your body you wouldn’t….” There was no stopping the tears anymore, not that she cared to. This was a long time coming, and they both knew it, this was far from the first time Ruby had ended up in a hospital bed, but it was by far the worst. The Grimm had ambushed them after their most recent mission, while they were all still recovering their aura’s. They had nearly cleared them out before the last one lunged at Blake, who had been caught off guard and without aura, and Ruby had burned the last of her aura to speed in and push Blake out the way, taking the full brunt of the attack. The image of her teammate and partner lying motionless on the ground, blood pouring from the large gouges the grimm had left, was an image she knew would be burned into her mind for the rest of her life. Blake was brought out of her thoughts as a soft hand weakly wiped away at her tears, but Blake took her hand and held it in hers, she wasn’t finished, and she knew this had to be said now. “Ruby, you cant keep doing this. You keep throwing yourself into danger more than Yang does. I know you want to protect everyone, I know you always try to make everyone feel better, it’s your selflessness and optimism that made me fall in love with you to begin with, but you’re not invincible.” Her tears were falling freely now, and she could see the tears in Ruby’s eyes too, it broke her heart to see Ruby crying but she had to say it, she couldn’t be silent about it anymore. “I know what you’re going to say Ruby, that you’d gladly die for any of us if it meant we would live, but thats just it. I dont want you to die for me Ruby, I want you to live for me. I want to imagine a life where you spend more time sleeping in our bed than a hospital bed, I dont want my memories of you to be constantly seeing you getting hurt. I know I cant stop you from fighting to protect people, from fighting to protect us, but please, please promise me you’ll be more careful, and this time, please mean it. I….I cant bare to lose you.” They

were both crying now, their sobs all the sound that could be heard from the room, Blake stroking Ruby’s hand with her thumb, before Ruby pulled her hand away, reaching for Blake’s cheek and cupping it lightly, weakily pulling her closer and softly pressing Blake’s head to hers. “I promise”

[secretsniper2]

Part 6: Sister Slaves

“I have cum so many times now, is it possible to die from this” I think as I feel another delicious meal flows into my mouth, more cum for the good slave to drink. Pussy constantly flowing with cum, leaking through the box, I feel something I havnt felt in seemingly a lifetime, movement. The box that holds me moves around and a light appears and there he is, my Master looking down on me, the cum stained sex slave bound in tight rope, bringing my out of the box my Master commands me to sit still, and I do, why would I disobey my Master? sitting still he removes my ropes, my skin breathes as my Master drinks in the marks on my skin, red marks cover my body, rubbing a salve over my body he covers you in its cool embrace, still unmoving. “How do you feel?” my Master asks. “Much better now i can serve you, Master” I answer with a smile. The words still echoing fresh in my mind “You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property”. Cant fight whats a core of my very being, my reason to exist now can I?

Standing at my Masters side my head hangs low, I know better than to raise my head, telling me to follow him he leads me up some stairs and into a room. A woman is laying on the bed, sealed in a vacbed with a harsh vibrator hitting her clit directly, “How lucky she must be to cum so freely” I think to myself, not knowing what hell the woman is truly in. Walking to a wardrobe my Master takes a latex bodysuit, a latex hood, ballet boots and a corset. Putting the bodysuit on it seemed to be a size smaller than I expected, my ample breasts fitting nicely into the waiting cups and im zipped in within minutes, Corset follows, pulling tight my Master ensures it wont be coming off any time soon with a few knots, the latex hood, covering my eyes and ears, leaving my nostrils and mouth exposed only, I test my latex hood by licking the latex that circles it, the smell and taste of the latex now grasping my head is beyond divine, my long blue hair flowing like water from a hole in the back of the hood and down my latex covered spine. “Master dresses me so nicely” I think as Im taken to the bed with the woman occasionally squirming in her latex prison, my Master helps me put my ballet boots on my feet and laces them up tight. My Master gets my collar and wraps it around my latex neck, its a perfect fit, Leather cuffs are placed tightly around my wrists and connected together with a chain passing through a d-ring in the back of my collar, pulling my wrists up my back. Leash on end Im led out by my neck down the stairs and into the big room. Standing in the darkness without direction a thumb pushes into my waiting mouth, my tongue wrapping around it instantly and moving up and down its length as Im walked around the wide room, thumb removed my head is eased forward as my tongue searches for something to suckle on and Im greeted with a cold metal dildo and I take it in deep.

Coddling the dildo in my mouth I pump back and forth and suck hard, rewarded for my passion and eagerness with a thick, sticky fluid, its more delicious cum! mixed with other many flavours I cant quite place, I pump my head more and more, the mixture flowing slowly into my mouth and down my eager throat I continue sucking hard. Managing to get the dildo down my throat I begin to work it from tip to base, as more of my breakfast oozes into my mouth and throat, not spilling a single drop, I dare not do that. Feeling a hand wrap around my body and grasp my breast I moan deeply into the cock I gladly suck, moving down my latex body my Master takes great pleasure in toying with his things, pulling a zipper he exposes my gushing sex to the room, knowing how happy I am going to become I push deep on the dildo and as I pull back my Master enters me. Stuck between 2 cocks I rock my entire body back forth now, fucking myself in 2 holes till my Master doubles my speed and pumps hard and fast inside my pussy, “Cum slave” I hear and do so immediately, leaking my own cum from my pulsing lips as his cock keeps thrusting away. Another orgasm already ready to go but I hold yourself back, resorting to loud moans to signal Im ready again but my Master says nothing but continues thrusting, “thats it girl, keep holding it back” he says in my latex coated ear as I do as commanded, every fibre of my very being is now focused on holding back my approaching orgasm, while my head works the dildo automatically. After 5 minutes of resisting I hear him, “Cum hard slut!” and I do as commanded, Masters cum ripping through my body as Im pulled off the dildo while I cry out in bliss!

Helping me to my feet from my devastating orgasm Im lead, once again to a room, belly full of cum mixture Im forced to sit down, another dildo pokes my pussy and I push down hard, taking the entire toy in deep inside with a satisfied moan. I feel my Masters hands on my face, clearly looking where my eyes would be he says “do not get up off this device” he says sternly, hoping for more pleasure Im pleased to feel a low rumble between my legs as my body rocks around, but never lifting off my seat. “ill let you cum as much as you want for now” my Master says, eliciting a squeal from my mouth as my head flies back in the wake of another orgasm. Turning to leave me, my Master heads back upstairs to tend to his other pet.

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Never-ending stimulation, I would have stopped the device hours ago if I could, what would my Master do to me if I did though, the reality scared me more than I thought it would. As I feel a hand grab my sensitive breast I jump in my latex prison, squeezing firmly my breathing quickens till it stops entirely, my Master holding my nose closed my brain works in overdrive until he lets go and I slam into the brick wall that is my denial. Turning the Hitachi off my Master sets on releasing me from my vacbed, sitting me up he removes my “clothes” and I stand naked with my weak hands behind my head, Im put in a clear latex suit and mask set, sliding in easily due to my sweat, my ass, pussy, breasts and face left exposed, I find my knees have thick padding and find out what its for as my Master wraps a belt around my waist and pulls my feet up, meeting my firm ass, my feet are connected to straps attached to my belt, locking my feet against my ass but keeping everything easy to reach. My hands are sealed in latex mitts renders my hands completely useless, more paw than hand now, my collar is locked on and clamps are attached to my highly sensitive nipples as my breasts hang beneath me. My Master commands me to sit like a good girl and with some difficulty, I manage to sit back, feeling my Masters cum begin to leak onto the floor, noticing this my Master gives my leash a yank and walks me out of the room and slowly down the stairs.

Hearing a hum nearby my Master takes me to the source of the noise, my eyes widen as I see the blue haired woman, bound to the sybian and fluid running down her thighs freely, clearly caught mid orgasm as Im led to a weird device near the kitchen, a dildo protrudes from its base as well as from a standing height, unreachable in my current bind. Commanded to suck by my Master I take the cock in my mouth and begin to work the fleshy toy, sucking harder and harder Im rewarded with fluid shooting in my mouth, its thick and tastes horrible, clearly a cum mixture I continue sucking hard as I swallow, taking the toy deeper each time I suck, my heavily denied pussy juices dripping to the floor as my Master gets some bacon and eggs for his meal. Eyeing my Masters food as he eats my only choice is to suck harder and harder, clearly meaning this to be my meal for now I have no choice, the disgusting taste is all over my tongue and coats my throat. I dont think ill ever get used to the taste of cum.. Having finished his meal my Master stands and walks to the other woman, cumming on the sybian.

Leading the woman back to me, my Master commands my sister slave to get on her knees she complies silently and her tongue jumps out of her mouth when she was told to drink his cum from my wet pussy, moving blindly forward, balancing herself carefully with her arms chained behind her back her chin brushes my cheek and moves further down my body and into position, tasting my pussy directly her tongue dives deep inside my moist folds, drawing out my Masters cum with ease she sucks it down into her mouth then gut. “keep pumping that cock slut!” my Master shouts, jumping me back to reality as I resume my sucking, collecting more cum flavoured fluid and swallowing it. Continuing to work over my pussy my sister slave draws more and more of my Masters cum from my soaked pussy and would have made me cum 3 times by now if I were still able to cum. Pulling the cum hungry slave away my Master inspects my pussy, clearly she had got all his cum out as he pulls his cock out and leads the girl to a chair, sits down and puts her eager mouth to work, unloading 3 times in her mouth not a single drop escapes her vacuum. Pulling me off the dildo my Master leads me by my collar and my blue haired sister slave to the toy room, there he straps me down tightly, and commands my sapphire haired friend to have a drink from my pussy and to keep drinking till shes satisfied, lips locking against lips, her masterful tongue works me over with a passion I cant define as my Master moves in front of me and pushes his cock into my mouth, a tongue working my pussy over, a nose pressing into my ass and a cock in my mouth, is this heaven or hell?!

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Simply amazing taste, I continue diving into the pussy my Master ordered me to devour, grinding my face into the womans sex I jab my tongue into her engorged button causing more moans from the woman, if I had my eyes I would be staring up at my Master with a gaze only a Master would love, I redouble my assault on the never-ending pool of delicious fluids as the woman starts shaking everywhere, sucking hard against her labia my tongue working her insides like a harp, shes sure to cum soon I just know it! Pulled away by my Master I instinctively cry out “Thank you Master!” while my lips and chin shine with yummy juices. Im rewarded with my enthusiasm with a toy sliding easily inside my own drooling pussy, strapping the toy in my Master slaps my ass, responding with a moan my other cheek takes a hit, “mmm, thank you Master!” I moan out loudly as my Master stands me up and lowers me on a thick dildo, “sit down” Im commanded and so I do, lowering down on the dildo I hit a chair at the bottom with a bump that my clit sits on perfectly, with a simple “stay” my clit is found sitting on a Hitachi as my Master turns it on. My head flies back as I moan out loudly, getting gagged for the noise, probing with my tongue I feel around the gag, it seals my mouth shut with a ring but there's something in the way, I cant push it out with my tongue alone.

“Its a plug” I mentally scream as my Master once again takes my willing mouth, my tongue gets to work pleasing my Master’s tasty cock, both my Master and I work on thrusting away inside my mouth, pulling back he unloads all over my tongue, I savour the taste and swallow. Left sitting in darkness with a humming clit I cum hard only moments later to cum again harder, my clit dancing on the vibrator I hear moans coming from the other slave, clearly getting my Masters cock inside her I cum again at the mere thought.

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Masters cock pumping in my ass hard, thrust after thrust, my needy pussy drooling on the floor I moan aloud and gaze at the blue haired slave, shes cumming constantly, how desperately I wish our places were reversed, so I could experience a orgasm once again, its almost gone now, the memory of a orgasm, I remember it being exquisite and highly enjoyable but that was all I can remember, replaced by heavy denial as my ass is creamed deep before my Master pushes 7 vibrating eggs inside me and pushes a cover over my pussy, sealing them in, held in place by a urethral insert inflated at the tip when it got deep enough, not going anywhere anytime soon my body is tormented with stimulation with no end in sight. Looking again at my sister slave as her cum flows from between her thighs I glance up to my Master with pleading eyes, a simple “Not for a very long time” beats you down hard. Taking both my sisters and my leash my Master leads us both to his bedroom, Yawning as he opens a cage at the foot of his bed, he pushes me inside and locks it tight, my new room apparently. My sister slave however is pushed on the bed as my Master follows out of sight, I can only guess what's taking place but clearly its rough for her.

tomorrow promises a hard day for me and my new sister slave.

[deliciously-yeeted]

I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

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Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

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"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

[whattodowithace]

I Hate You Part II (Byeongkwan)

Title: I Hate You Part II

Pairing: Byeongkwan (A.C.E) x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 2.2K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

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I sigh nervously as I stand at the entrance, adjusting the scarf I had secured around my neck, covering up the evidence from the previous day. I close my eyes, hoping to avoid him as much as possible, pushing the doors open and being engulfed by loud conversations from the students that frequented the halls. 

I walk with my head down, focusing on the tiles that lay before me as I make each step carefully, hoping not to bump into anyone. I hear my name suddenly, my head raising at the familiarity of Chan’s voice. As I look up, I see Him. Panic rises within me as I see his red hair flash against my sight. I quickly notice the black turtleneck he wore, covering his neck all the way to his jaw, showing no evidence either. He turns his head, feeling my eyes on him. I glare at him instinctively as I approach where he was talking with his friends. Instead of a glare, he lips turn up to a smirk as he looks down to my scarf, giving me a quick wink. My eyes widen, not expecting that reaction from him at all. I nearly run into Chan as my quickened heartbeat clouds my mind.

“Can you two please, get along once?” Chan laughs, not knowing of the events that had transpired less than a day before. “Also, why are you wearing that scarf, it’s so hot in here!”

“It’s a fashion statement.” I grumble at him, walking next to him as we make our way to our first class.

I knew he would also be there, but I push that into the back of my thoughts, focusing on Chan’s conversation.

I watch the door nervously, hoping he wouldn’t walk through and that he would hopefully moved schools, but alas, he strolls into the room immediately looking up to me as he finds his desk, his eyes not leaving mine until he has to face the front.

“What was that?” Chan asks in a shocked tone.

“What was what?” I turn to him, raising an eyebrow at his question.

“That was a longing gaze right there.” Chan giggles like a school boy as he gently pushes my shoulder.

“Chan, you are seeing things.” I roll my eyes, focusing on the paper in front of me.

I hear nothing else from the boy next to me, but I know he is smiling excitedly at his theory of ‘sexual tension’ being correct.

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The rest of the morning classes go over without incident. Byeongkwan wasn’t in any of the classes, giving my mind a break to actually focus on school. I was thankful for the lunch period, being able to eat with Chan and Chan alone bringing me relief over my tense body. I had told Chan to go ahead of me, him having to buy his lunch while I just needed to retrieve mine from my locker. I waited for the halls to die down before braving them, the foot traffic much lighter after everyone had made their way to the cafeteria.

I walk to empty halls, traveling slowly to bask in the quietness.

I hear footsteps approaching me, turning to face the owner of said footsteps. I stagger backwards as I see Byeongkwan approaching.

“No.” I tell him, turning back around to continue walking away from him. His footsteps continue to follow me as I reach my locker, opening it in the hopes that the door would block me from him.

“Nice scarf.” He says, a smirk clearly evident in his voice.

“Nice turtle neck.” I retort back with monotone, not looking up at him as I close my door having retrieved my lunch.

“Dont you think the artist would like to see his work?” He asks, pulling at the scarf gently.

“Byeongkwan.” I warn, stepping back from him.

He leans closer to me, his mouth leaning down to my ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to run up my spine.

“I want everyone to see.” He whispers, one of his hands resting on my waist. His closeness causes me to freeze, not being able to stop his hand that reaches for my scarf, unwrapping ti from my neck to let the marks be on display.

He steps back from me, the scarf hanging from his hand as a smirk appears on his face. I blush, bringing my hands to my neck in an attempt to mask all the marks.

“Give it back.” I growl as I make an attempt to grab the scarf.

“No, I prefer you without it.” He bites his lip, running off in the other direction with my scarf in hand. I groan out angrily, feeling my body heat up from anger.

I enter the cafeteria, looking for Chan as I cover my neck with both hands, hiding the majority of the dark bruises. I find Chan sitting at a table, eating his food by himself as his backpack saves a seat next to him. I walk quickly towards him, my head down so as not to draw any attention to myself. I hear Chan call my name as I approach him, looking into his eyes.

“Chan, I need your jacket.” I tell him, only keeping eye contact with him as I sit next to him.

“My jacket?” He asks confused. “Why?”

I squeeze my eyes shut as I sigh out in defeat. I face him directly, blocking the view for everyone else as I slowly uncover my hands to reveal my neck.

Chan gasps loudly. “Who gave you hickeys?” His voice was loud, catching some other students attention, making me shush him loudly.

“I just need your jacket.” I plead him. His eyes dart behind me, looking past my shoulder before his eyes widen.

“BK is wearing a turtleneck…” Chan states, the pieces connecting in his mind.

"BK gave you hickeys…” His eyes focused on what I assume to be Byeongkwan behind me.

“And you gave him hickeys…”

“Chan, please.” I whine, covering my neck again.

Chan shakes his head, handing me his jacket with a smirk on his face.

“So, there was sexual tension.” Chan notes as he goes back to his food.

“Chan, I will hit you.”

“I hate to tell you this…” Chan trails off as he stares at my neck as I put his jacket on. “That jacket cant cover everything.”

I sigh out as I zip the jacket as much as I could, the top of my neck still visible, but nothing my hair couldn’t cover.

“Are they hidden?”

Chan furrows his eyebrows. “If you don’t look too closely.”

“I’ll take it.” I huff, finally ready to start eating. 

When I look up I see Byeongkwan in my sight, him and his friends sitting at the table just across from Chan and I’s. 

His jaw was clenched as he looked at my attire, clearly frustrated I had covered my neck again. His eyes connect with mine as he glares. I smirk back at him, feeling proud. 

Byeongkwan reaches up the the collar of his turtle neck, looping his fingers to the inside. He holds my eye contact as he gently folds the fabric down a few times, revealing light red marks on the upper part of his neck. I glare at him, turning back to my food to ignore him.

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I avoided Byeongkwan for the majority of the day. I avoided his eyes and side stepped his advances as best I could. Chan’s jacket covered my neck, but it wasn’t full proof, many other students saw the marks, staring at them once they realized what they were. 

The one class I had to interact with Byeongkwan was biology. We had to finish taking notes on our dissection project. 

I had been taking notes quietly, telling Byeongkwan to make his own notes since he didn’t help me with the dissection in the first place. I was doing okay, until I felt him breath on my neck as he looked over my shoulder to copy my notes. I felt a wave of nervousness as my body heated up as my mind drifted to yesterday, making me anxious. 

I quickly stood up from my chair, asking the teacher if I could be excused to the bathroom, which she granted. 

I walk to the hall quickly, rushing to the bathroom so I could splash cold water on my face. AS I look into the mirror, I can see the hickeys darkening in color. I gently run my finger over my collarbone, feeling a twinge of pain at the contact. I huff out in annoyance, trying to cover them back over with my hair.

“I hate him.” I tell myself in the mirror, glaring at the thought of him. I shake my thoughts, focusing back to the dissection and the class, hoping to finish it without anymore distractions. I make my way out of the bathroom, immediately spotting Byeongkwan resting against the wall.

“They never let two students go at the same time.” I glare at him, the heat coming back through my body.

“I have my ways.” He smiles, pushing off the wall to make his way over to me. “Im sad you covered up.” He feigns a frown, flicking the zipper of Chan’s jacket as his eyes focus on his handiwork.

“You look real broken up about it.” I roll my eyes, pushing past him to walk back to class. 

Before I make it too far, Byeongkwan grabs my wrist dragging me past our classroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask him in irritation, being dragged into a dark room that I recognized to be the third music room that no one seemed to use.

“You have been avoiding me all day.” Byeongkwan remarks, releasing my wrist to face me fully.

“I wonder why?” I glare at him.

“You were 100% willing yesterday, in fact, you started it.” Byeongkwan lets out, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I just…” He sighs out, looking me in the eye. “I don’t care how, I just want you attention.”

My eyes widen, not sure if I understood his words.

“If you want to go back to screaming at me fine, just please give me something.” He admits, his eyes never leaving mine.

I stay silent awhile, trying to process his words in my mind. I open my mouth to say something but no words come out, making me look down at the floor.

He sighs again, his voice sharp as he speaks again. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“I’m annoying?” I scoff at him as I unzip Chan's jacket. “Do you know how annoying it to have marks this dark? Im going to get in trouble by the teachers!” Byeongkwan’s lips turn up into a small smile making me realize he had said those words to get a reaction from me. I glare at him as he walks closer to me, his fingers reach up to his collar.

“You haven’t seen your work have you?” He asks darkly, slowing pulling down the neck of his sweater past his collarbones and part of his chest. Dark purple bruises cover his chest and collarbones, making my breath catch in my throat as I realize I had made those marks and that I was the one that marked him. I gulp nervously as he steps closer to me, our bodies nearly flush by his close proximity.

I reach my fingers out, running them gently along his chest, making him wince in pain. I suck in a breath as I watch his body react to me, making me feel hot again. I trace my fingers up his neck, watching his skin tense under my fingertips until I reach the back of his neck, my hand wrapping around it to pull him down. My lips meet his as I run my fingers through his hair and his move to my waist. He deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth as it dances with mine. I breath through my nose as I wrap my arms full around his neck, standing on my tip toes to reach more of him. He pulls away, quickly pushing the jacket off my body as he begins to kiss the tender skin of my neck.

I gasp from the twinge of pain. “Byeongkwan.”

He hums against my jaw, starting another mark below it.  

“We are going to get in trouble.” I whisper to him as I push his head to my skin, keeping him on my neck.

“I don’t think you care.” He pushes, trailing kisses up to my ear.

His hands travels down my waist, leaning down slight to grip my thighs. “I- I do care.” I stutter out weakly, helping him wrap my legs around his waist.

“Then tell me to stop.” He challenges, kissing along my jawline as he awaits my answer.

I strain my neck backwards, giving Byeongkwan more access to my neck. He breathes against my neck causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“Byeongkwan.” I pant, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “We should go back.”

He kisses the bruises over my neck. “I don’t want to.”

I pull his hair to look into my eyes. “I would rather make out with you in a more secluded place.”

He groans out. “Meet me after school in this room.”

I bite my lip as I smile. “Okay.”

Previous Part ~ Next Part

MASTERLIST

[intellijuice]

Malfixation

A malicious fixation on a person animal or object that damages the relationship with that particular person, animal or object.

What started as a quick jot down so I would not forget the details of a regular life lesson that I repetitively fail at spawned a poem writing sesh with no food substance or breaks par a few sips of water 👍 at which point I could not remember what started the whole thing which is generally a good cue to break. Time flys when your cheating doves hey? (If you don't get that ask me it will be on the tip of your tongue I swear)

Often I am afraid to address some of the themes inside my poems that concern and investigate the war on drugs. The war on drugs is the worlds longest global conflict and the most deadly conflict of the 21st century and it continues everyday across the globe with no cease fire on a battlefield where the lines between chemistry and humanity are blurred and the victims and enemies share the same title. No matter who you are if you live on planet earth the war on drugs affects you either through psychological or physical addiction and dependancy based issues that have a wide reaching effect across the entire spectrum of society or because our most trusted public and private health providers are in oblivious to the notion that they might not only be ripping us off... but they could also be slowly killing us while we pay for the luxery. I am not an advocate for drugs but i am an advocate for harm minimisation and education. I have seen and experienced an overwhelming amount if pain caused not just these substances but the restrictions and poor regulation that has proven itself as ineffective and causing greater harm while ignoring the deeper issues that connect this problem to the rest of the problems the world faces this very instant. And so I am further inspired to continue my journey to stable sobriety and allow these experiences to serve as lessons to help others on their journey as well.

Right now we have this raw as fuck piece and I have to let it go for at least a day otherwise I might go insane perfecting this bad boy (im going to take some time with this one) So enjoy it in its raw infancy (i honestly cant stand it) before I cull the cheesy bits leaving only the finest mature vintage cheese for your ears to enjoy (that is also an original line and i am claiming it if no one else has). That and the flow needs heaps of tuning because it pops once it gets going and i want it to roll the whole way through but i keep making small edits and yeh I need that break haha. I really like where this is heading but maybe I am just giddy to have some words coming back into my life after and during a time of darkness. I was worried a part of myself was about to be lost and its a great relief to have that feeling come back strong.

And to my close friend and favourite fan who knows who they are. Please also know that I am very sorry and I miss you dearly. I hope you enjoy this poem in progress

Drug malfixiation creates a paradoxical relationship with the truth

Unfortunately the law doesn't always reflect the truth

Some lawful truths are built on a foundation of criminal misunderstandings

And some truths are so wrong they can not possibly be right

So what happens to people when their relationship with a particular truth threatens to expose them in an unforgiving world

How can we accept the phantom of an honest life while we are lead by the faults of our misgivings towards dishonoured hand shakes

Sculpting delusions to sleep inside these delusions we sculpted somewhere out of touch

As we press each other for so much for truth we fall under our weight of of our chests as they break

Forgotten is a beauty found entangled in the pearling of white lies and honest tests of faith

Blackened with protection and providing for redemption covered up with labels for conceptions

A journey started early will find no comfort if its late

Feeding rot stained paint into finite graves and turning powder into cakes

Left to learn from our mistakes and find safety in misdirection

Spinning up he stories told to find the pride we lost in honour and rejection

We find so much fault in failing because we succeed so much at decaying

We created extremes so separated we rarely see the child inside the adult or the human inside the crime

Following poisoned code written by the rot of skeletons who found taste in twisting adolescent minds

Who paid more for the gifts and curses of flesh and bone then keeping the words they scribbled on notes

Leaving the bitter taste of sitting on a throne when we gave up a priceless stream for the price of dams and because sometimes we only listen to what we think know

Strangling mountains for throw away vouchers to a life built by choices we mistook for power

Giving gifts to ill made saints we cry for pity and shed no tears for

Without proper education or dignified incentive

With little sense and heavy dollars

We are rewarded for chocking oceans

From a lifestyle that leaves a trail of orphans

Brought economy is a game that turns men into mouses and women into closets

People do drugs

To swim in the feelings that where stolen

In ways that make my heart sing

In ways that make mt heart weep

And in ways that make my heart bleed

Amplified by a scale so large we can no longer read the details that we need

Stolen by the wants we did not breed

The birthing if our choices is a fantasy that must fail to be conceived

Detailed by the extent of deceit and decency

And met by the breadth of charity when life mistakes our curse for our misery

To make cures we have to balance the toxicity

From the greed that burns through knowledge and turns suffering to mystery

So we cannot see

Only we could

Speak the ghost that haunts truths we lay for paths to foiled treachery

And fly without the boats we sail in births with ideal tendencies

Blind to brittle brutes who fight for empty souls

Masked by fractured glass we are freed by misplaced fools and fractured entities

The carless tracks we paint behind we hope might haunt they who gave more truth to pennies

While we drown in lost gold turning fire into frozen electricity

Atoms into farms and symbols into tools for blood tied by rope dripped in kerosene

Leaving scars on mastered tempered brass so large our warmth lost the moment we let the cold in

Shivering in denial when the mind drys up from being buried by a breaths so heavy it turns the tide

Where matter matters most is when it can be a ladder that we can climb

Before we forget we forgot how to die

[jawnjendes]

bonus: why is their luck in a deeply sad moment? | shawn mendes

some type of au idk man, shawn x goth ex gf

WARNING: there is talk of death and suicide in this chapter. read at your own risk.

AN: i cant squeeze this into the next big fic nor can i fit it into shawn meets bc everyone hated it so its a bonus in the gg story lmao also im starying the Next Big Fic in a few days :)

masterlist | annalise’s playlist

2026.

"Sometimes I think about the what ifs,"  Ann said, “but I like where I am. I like what I’ve made for myself.”

Shawn had to invite her over to his house a second time, because the first time left him with many questions unanswered. He couldn’t be mad at what she said, though. He was in the same boat; he liked the life he made. You know, without the crushing loss and run in with the supernatural.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” he told her, and he really meant it. “I’m glad we were able to successfully do our own things straight after breaking up.”

“Nothing like filling the void in your heart with work!” Ann replied with a giggle. She moved a strand of hair behind her ear, and that’s when Shawn noticed something.

He took her hand and noticed a tattoo on the side of her middle finger: The Triforce.

“You got inked?” he asked, impressed.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” she replied, grabbing her sleeve to roll it up.

There was a sword on her inner arm. It was varying in shades of blue, and it also had the Triforce on it. Shawn recognized it as the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda games.

“All this is is proof that I’m a nerd,” Ann said as she rolled her sleeve back down. “I notice you have some more ink also… and that you still wear shirts half buttoned.” She pointed to his chest.

Her finger poked the exposed skin. It shouldn’t have been as tingly as it was. Shawn smiled and placed his hand over his chest.

“More than just that,” he told her. “But I can’t show you all of them.”

Maybe it was a little risky to say that. Shawn would have taken it back if Ann’s cheeks hadn’t gone a shade of pink.

“I could say the same thing…”

Shawn quickly came to learn just how many tattoos Ann had gotten over the years. A snake and tombstones on her other arm. Feather on her collarbone, roses on her shoulder. A quote reading, “...but I’m not anymore” with stars around it on her ribcage. Something on her wrist that Shawn didn’t catch because he was busy pressing his lips to her hips and taking off her pants, where he found another tattoo. “Lucky you.” He certainly felt it.

Everything about their time together was so familiar, so easy and almost home-like. Ann’s skin touching his. Her lips perfectly molding over his. The quiet, needy gasps they both released into the bedroom. It was like going back in time, and they were in Shawn’s Toronto apartment instead of his multimillion dollar condo in LA. It was soft and slow, despite Shawn pinning Ann’s arms above her head. He didn’t outgrow that particular move, and she still seemed to like it.

Shawn had never been happier to have been on a break more than now. Most one night stands in the past began and ended very quickly, because he was on tour or in between interviews or on a break for one day. This was one person that he didn’t want to leave behind. They lied down, sweaty and dazed, facing each other. It was silent, but not awkward. Everything had a nice haze around it.

That was also when Shawn finally made out what the tattoo on Ann’s wrist was. He picked his head up in confusion.

“Is… are those torches?” he asked. “Upside down? Just like mine… and are those my initials?”

It was simple line art, less intricate than his own. Torches in an X, with “SM” right below them. Shawn has been floored many times, and this was no exception.

Ann picked her head up as well. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Shawn looked down at his chest, his torches were exactly the same, sans the initials. He wanted to give Ann the benefit of the doubt, that this wasn’t some creepy fangirl thing. Some of his one night stands ended up like that, and it wasn’t exactly easy to forget.

“It’s for a friend of mine,” Ann explained, sitting up and covering her front with the blanket. She took note of the look on Shawn’s face. “Keeping someone’s light on beyond death, remember? I assume yours is for someone too.”

They were both sitting up now, and Shawn relaxed. However, he only relaxed a little bit because now it was time to get deep.

“Mine’s for Brian. He died last year.”

Ann’s face fell. “No. Brian, your best friend? Brian, the one who constantly took the piss outta me?”

He nodded. “He was… there was an accident. Flight of stairs. Instantly killed.” It was all lies, but no human would understand.

A hand went over his, squeezing. “I’m so sorry. He just, he just fell down some stairs?”

“A lot of stairs. I don’t know I guess he was running or something. There was no way to save him. People in the house heard the crash, but by the time they found him - when I found him - it was too late.” He had told this version many times, enough times to where he could almost believe it himself.

“Fuck, man. That’s… that’s fucking terrible,” Ann said sympathetically. “But I seriously can’t believe you just told me that.”

“Why?”

“Because now I have to tell you that mine is for Stella. Those are her initials.”

Stella Martinez. Now Shawn felt a little stupid… but surprised, and he was met with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He couldn’t believe it for a second, but it fully processed in his head, and his heart began to break.

“Stella from college? Stella, who was your literal opposite and also your best friend?”

Ann solemnly nodded. Then she looked down. “She… she killed herself.”

Shawn was stunned into silence, the tightness in his chest only intensifying. The entire time he knew Stella, she was always so positive and bubbly. She was the opposite of suicidal. That’s why it was such a shock… and so sad. Oh god, who was going to tell Camila?

“When did Brian go to the other side?” Ann asked after a moment.

“A year ago last month,” Shawn replied. “And Stella?”

Ann raised an eyebrow. “Two years ago last month...”

It was a strange coincidence, but still upsetting. Both Shawn and Ann lost their best friends at the same time of the year. The urge to spill everything was thick in the air. Still, neither of them said anything for a while.

Instead, Ann reached down to the floor to pick up her clothes. Shawn’s eyes were stuck on her and that was when he spotted another word on her back. Nightmare. Small font, right shoulder blade, surrounded by a cluster of skulls. Then, he realized what she was doing.

“Are you leaving?”

She looked up, bra in hand. She was quiet as she put it back on.

“No. No, I’m not going anywhere.”

And she crawled back into bed. She made the point to keep a distance from Shawn, who was still naked. He was on his side, looking at the woman before him. Only Ann could have sex with him and bring up the subject of death. That brought a new point to mind.

“How do you enjoy death?” he asked. “I think I’ve asked you this before, but after losing someone and attending their funeral, I’m having a hard time understanding your perspective.”

Ann took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t enjoy the act of dying. People die every day in horrible ways. People mourn and fall into depression because of death. That’s not something to enjoy.”

“So what’s your deal with it?”

“I’m just embracing the face that it’s inevitable. I do that for myself. I will die eventually, or tomorrow-”

Shawn made a face; he didn’t like that thought.

“It doesn’t make it any easier when someone I know goes,” Ann continued. “You’d think with all the research I’ve done it would be. The ones we love leave this mortal plane, and all they leave is their absence. And that alone is a lot to process.”

“What’s the hardest part?”

“The what if’s.”

Shawn asked because he really wanted to know more about what happened to Stella. He had to know the things that led up to the tragedy, mostly because he knew Camila would ask for details, even if they were hard to hear.

He figured he should spill his side first.

“The last thing I said to Brian was to get the hell out of my room,” he began. “We were fighting, fighting over something so fucking stupid, and I was so pissed at him. That was our last interaction. He fell down the stairs because he was trying to find me in this big huge mansion…”

Ann sat up a little bit, hand over her chest. “Here?”

“Oh no, not here. I was staying at a friend’s house in London for a work thing. Place was huge, easy to get lost in,” Shawn clarified. “Brian, Andrew, all of them were leaving back to Toronto and I didn’t want to go just yet. Part of it was because I was still pissed. Maybe if I had run into him first before he fell… If I hadn’t kicked him out of my room a few nights prior… If I was less of an asshole…”

“Maybe you would have slipped on the stairs,” Ann told him. “Maybe you guys would have had an even bigger argument later that would have ended your friendship. There’s no way to tell, and sometimes that’s what sucks the most.”

Huh. Most people tell him not to dwell on it. No wonder Ann was a shrink now.

“Losing someone is one of the hardest things we, as humans, have to face,” she said. “It’s not easy in the slightest. Besides, the grieving period takes about three to five years, so you - we - are still in the beginning stages of it. Thinking about the what ifs, what you want to change, what you wish you could say to Brian - all of that is normal.”

The two of them let those words settle for a moment. Shawn’s eyes were a little misty, and redirecting the topic was probably not going to help. But he laid his stuff out on the table.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Me?”

“Your what ifs?”

Ann paused, looking around the room. “What if I had put my Master’s to use and noticed the goddamn signs?”

Shawn watched her, hoping she would at least return the eye contact.

“I’m an expert in this shit,” she said. “I have the years of school, the degrees, and the licenses for detecting things like this. I only figured it out the moment her dad called me.”

“How do you detect when someone is suicidal?”

“In her case, she was elated. When someone makes that decision, they reach a state of euphoria because they know their pain is about to end.”

“But Stella was always-”

“Believe me, I know. I hadn’t talked to her since graduating in Toronto, so I thought she hadn’t changed at all. But I would see on her social media, she just moved back to her parents’ house in Florida, and she hinted that she wasn’t happy about it.”

As if Shawn couldn’t take another blow. Come to think of it, he never heard much about Stella’s home life. He didn’t even think that it could be a negative place for her.

“I was in Jacksonville for work,” Ann continued, “so I hit her up, and we met up for lunch. We talked for about an hour, and she said that I was always a good friend and college wife and that she’ll always love me. And my stone hearted ass just said ‘cool, you don’t suck’ and that was that. A month later, she’s as blue as the pills she took.”

“Ooo…” Shawn sighed, cringing at that mental image. Sweet, warm hearted Stella cold and lifeless. Call it morbid, awful thinking, but Shawn wished Brian looked like that in death instead of the bloody mess he turned out to be.

“Yeah. And her parents had her embalmed and put in an airtight casket, but that’s a whole other rant.” Ann waved it off and lied back down.

Shawn didn’t know what else to do except lie down as well. While sharing the stories of how their friends died, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit closer to Ann. The first time they met, it took fighting tooth and nail to get her to open up. Now, Shawn felt okay silently reached for her hand, and tenderly holding it in his.

Both of them winded up at the same awards show. Both lost their best friends. Both got the same type of tattoo to honor them. Neither of them anticipated meeting again. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

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[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 17

IN THIS EPISODE OF CRYING CAT GALLERY:

“Nice?” Cinder laughed under her breath once, and returned to examining her threads. “Oh, come on, Glynda. Favor isn’t in my vocabulary, remember? It’s just a shame about your cape. The emblem looked good, and your new outfit would look much better with it. That’s all.”

CINDER FALL IS REALLY BAD AT NOT BEING GAY ON MAIN

we’re bacc baby B) let’s hop right in

When Glynda awoke from her dream of being consumed,

alright calm down we’ve literally JUST started we’ve literally JUST woken up can we chill Out,

“Cinder?” she yawned, surveying the room.

sneak peek of that Sweet Domestic Life we dream of once this enemies-to-lovers malarkey reaches the ‘lovers’ bit but no we’re just surrounded by enemies. two of them being the writers!

Still, she couldn’t go wandering around Cinder’s apartment in only her underwear, but rooting through the drawers and closet didn’t seem— 

STEAL HER CLOTHES BABY!!!! PRACTICALLY MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The clothes didn’t seem Cinder’s size or style; they were casual and soft, a black t-shirt and steel-gray sweatpants.

okay but the idea of cinder getting up and being like ‘do i have ANYTHING this Unit of a woman will fit into’ and like actually having to think abt it and then folding em up and leaving em there like ‘hope she finds em okay’????? peak. absolutely peak. shes so gay but does she know it? no,

The fabric had enough give to make it work, even if only barely, and she looked in the mirror to see the loungewear looking more like tight athletic wear. Funny that.

kc and diesel envisioning this: oh yes. oh YES. ohhohughohguhghuhu yessssssssss--

She had—trusted? Been trusted? She had told Cinder fragile little things, and had heard similarly earnest words in return. It had been strange. Nice.

i love glynda like. feeling out of the edges of her own comfort and Pleasant Feelings with this almost-wariness? like every word she uses to describe it just Edges a little closer to Softness but she has to taste the word first to see if it fits. her narration is SO fun 2 read yall what the shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

This was Cinder’s house. It wasn’t just any house. These were Cinder’s belongings, Cinder’s resting places, and she was wandering around without Cinder.

Voyeuristic was putting it mildly. Glynda needed to find Cinder, fast.

HJGDKJGHDFSSDF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glynda just. losing it at such LITTLE THINGS is so goddamn funny jesus christ. this is cinders house!!! her THINGS!!! fuck she NAPS IN HERE. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

god i love how soft this is. i know exactly why this is happening and i know exactly how [REDACTED], but i’m living for this moment. living IN it.

Spread out on the table was a wanted poster with a mugshot of Cinder on it, defaced with black permanent marker and crease marks.

cinder: yeah they didnt get the eyebrows sharp enough and im mad abt it

“Well, your clothes are in the wash.” Cinder said, turning around, coffee in hand. It was so…domestic. “It would help if you had more than one set.”

shouting from a distance: you two should get MARRIED

“You’ve been wearing the same dress the entire time I’ve known you.”

look at these lil JABS... the JESTS... the JOQUES... i cant believe theyve been married 10 years already. im also deeply enjoying how very indulgent this section is. I Am Seeing,

Glynda scoffed, and when Cinder reached for the sugar on the counter, she gave it a subtle nudge with her Semblance. It slid out of Cinder’s reach.

JESUS CHRIST LOOK AT THIS WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! soulmates.

Cinder shrugged, still looking elsewhere. “Mercury thought it was funny.”

“Mercury?”

cinder: my son and BOY. and, one day, yr son and boy, tho he won’t take it lying down.

Cinder scoffed. “You just don’t appreciate my good tastes.”

i feel like the evidence is truly stacking up to very much prove this statement wrong but u kno what lets let her figure that one out for herself

“A souvenir from the brats,” she said. “And a letter excusing the mess they made of the place.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS

She said, “I just didn’t know you had kids.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS

“It’s fine,” said Cinder tersely, but not harshly. “It isn’t wise to advertise in my business, so keep it to yourself.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD YES that little like... indirect admittance that em and merc r basically her own kids is a fucking BLESSING from ON HIGH are you SEEING THIS SHIT????????????? we have been fed today. my crops r watered and my lambs bouncing over the green fields as we feast. what a moment. wow. what a chapter.

When Cinder finally finished hers and rose to get another cup, Glynda allowed some of her thoughts to solidify. She said, “I want new clothes.”

as a side note, i think it rly shows the strength of the writing that the feeling of the narrative can change so much, esp when u take into consideration that we jump between the points of view of TWO characters? like with cinder we’ve gone from sheer fury to gruesome sickness, and with glynda we’ve gone from Complete Dissociation to this gentle and soft morning and you can feel it absolutely fluffing up in every word! still love how good the writing in this fic is its NUTS

Cinder shrugged. Her usual clothes were still in the wash; right now, she was wearing high-waisted black pants and a loose top tucked in.

diesel i want you to know im thinking abt what u said abt the high-waisted pants mods in sims 4 and im giggling

The necklace with Glynda’s earring hung from her throat.

i didnt mention it before but this is the... second time this chapter its been explicitly mentioned? and i know we could be like ‘ah the MEANING’ but honestly im like glynda r u rly not over the bobbies y

“You aren’t dead in there, are you?” came Cinder’s voice.

“No.”

“Well. At this pace, I will be before we get out of here.”

cinder, who probably once spent 7+ hours choosing an outfit: look its only cool if i do it, dipshit,

Unsnapping the lone earring left to her, she brought it to her collar and fixed it there, under the clasped button to dangle just over her sternum.

When she stepped out of the changing room, Cinder looked up. A slow dawn of interest eclipsed the boredom on her face. Glynda stood very still as her gaze flowed up and down again, pausing over the earring.

Cinder touched the matching one hanging from her own neck, almost in surprise. She cleared her throat. Her tone was very deliberately mocking: “Cute.”

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD are we for SERIOUS right now??? jesus christ. jesus christ. we’ve moved on past married now this is ride-or-die shit right here what the FUCK. jesus CHRIST. theres- i- i have THOUGHTS on this matter that are spoilery and so i will SIT ON THIS EGG but HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT

“Nothing,” Cinder said, smoothing her expression into something unreadable. “I was just thinking—nevermind.” 

no, no, go on, speak yr mind, please do, because if u were abt to offer to embroider that shit then PLEASE say it aloud for the audience at home

“If I was a cop, you’d already be in jail.”

“You’re welcome to try to take me in, darling.”

im sure its obvious but im BESIDE myself @ this flirting. im losing it. this is SUCH a treat and i KNOW that [REDACTED] [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“That’s because of your—” Cinder was already gone. Glynda pressed her lips together, but watched her go. Rolling her eyes, she finished, “—Grimm tattoos.”

Whatever. She could gloat about figuring it out later.

/CHOKES

WHAT

@kc and diesel: CALL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK

okay okay. wait. okay. wait. theres. wait. okay. i cant. am i safe to say anything. probably not. so. im not gonna. but. you WILL be seeing me in dms, friends,

okay okay im moving on im gonna. keep going. okay. okay. im going. (but i will be in dms)

there was a brief discussion of dinner: namely, that neither of them wanted to make it.

oh god why is this me

“Give me your new cape.”

“What?”

Finally looking up, Cinder said, “Your cape. Let me have it, and I’ll put your emblem on it.”

THANK YOU MA’AM AND THANK YOU FOR READING THE FIC HAS ENDED ITS ALL OVER WITH!!!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!!! WE RODE THIS WHOLE TRAIN TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORTUNATELY IF ONLY IT WERE SO EASY.

Glynda ignored it for the time being and sent the vector of her emblem to Cinder.

i deeply love the idea of all hunters and huntresses carrying a vector of their emblem JUST IN CASE,,, SMTHNG HAPPENS,,, its right alongside the list of their next of kin and their will and testament,

Cinder Fall was a name built on Dust and money and extravagant demonstrations.

But Cinder Fall was also a woman with a family. A home. A favorite blend of coffee.

this is absolutely kicking me in the dick for reasons i cant say but also for reasons of SNOFT because oh my god. this is. like. this is why i rly vibe w. cinder in this fic and is also like one of my favourite characterisations of cinder of ALL TIME (which is why all my fav cinder fics typically have it as a Theme). shes SO good and SO dimensional and i just. god. GOD. i LOVE HER!!!!!!!!! ID DIE FOR HER!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA CINDER FALL IS MY ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL

It felt like being told a secret, like being told a thousand secrets, and not knowing what to do with them. All she could do was hold them in her palms, delicate as she could, trying not to break anything.

GIMME ARMS TO PRAY WITH INSTEAD OF ONES THAT HOLD TOO TIGHTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /goes apeshit

And because of that, Glynda asked, “Do you have any more stories?”

Without looking up, Cinder drawled, “About Witches?”

“Or dragons.”

Gold flickered her way.

👈😳👈

“They’d already been built by the Witches that came before her,” Cinder replied. “But she’d been a headmaster at one of them, and a teacher before that.”

Something in Glynda’s chest gleamed.

lore lore lore lore LORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lets GET THAT LORE as i peer blearily thru tears,

“...You haven’t just been pretending not to remember things, have you?”

firstly: called out lmao JHGSDFKJHGFSD and SECONDLY:

“The moon?” Cinder made a face. “I’m not sure if it’s that literal. Your soul is powerful, but it’s not a physical thing. Besides, the moon is…”

“Broken,” Glynda finished for her.

“Yeah.”

hm what a fascinating thing hm how interesting hm hm HMMMM 👈🤔👈

Even as they ate, they both seemed lost in their own heads, but somehow, to Glynda, it seemed perfectly clear that both of them were wondering the same thing.

wait glynda. hey glynda. did u uh. ever. did u uh. text winter back or w

WE DID IT CHAPTER 17!!!!!!!!!!! this was a Lot (4,500 words? yall better be careful before those 10k chapters return to Haunt Us) and was also, a Lot. holy shit. theres. i. id make a spoiler edition but tbh its just the SAME SPOILER thats like. rly driving this chapter. i know what its for. i know it. i feel it. dont trust winter more like dont trust the writers

ANYWAY I LOOK FORWARD (?) EAGERLY (???) to chapter 18, unsure when the vibes will turn rancid for the worse. when. honey. theres a big storm coming.

[hwangskz]

winning loss | street racer! changbin

a big fat shoutout to my bby @chanhee-bby for helping me out on choosing a member for this oof,, also no the title isn't related to the story JSHSCSSV

• seoul is a..... pretty wildt city

• and so is ur school .wildt

• and ur house is just?? nowhere to be found?? 

• like ur house is basically just hidden somewhere in the city, where even the Lord google maps himself can’t find it DJNDJNDJJDJJDDJJ

• “hey y/n is there possibly some kind of construction going on beside ur place?” - one of ur friends, once when they tried to come to ur house

• “no..??? send me a pic of where u r rn on kkt- BRO THAT PLACE IS HALF AN HOUR AWAY FROM MY HOUSE WHAT THE HECK???????”

• “i- I ONLY FOLLOWED THE DIRECTIONS THAT GOOGLE MAPS GAVE ME TO UR PLACE!!!!!!!! THROUGH THE LINK!!!!!!!”

• “oH YEAH??????? AND WHO SENT U THAT LINK?”

• “yOU”

• “..............oh...........”

•  yeah the condition IS that bad

• anyways

• this also means that any dangers happening to u is more likely to happen than u urself can imagine

• “yo y/n did u watch the news? apparently that prisoner got away and is probably now hiding in ur area, bcs it is suspected to be the place where he will find his next victim”

• and now that ur walking to ur home with a bunch of ramen noodles and some strawberry milk in that grocery bag, u cant help but feel nervous

• after all there IS A FUCKING CRIMINAL OUT THERE U READERS

• wait

• what's that….. sound?

• u probably would’ve brushed it off if not for the fact that u had ur Precious food in ur hands

• not gonna let that one go, u fucking murderer (◣_◢)

• "um excuse me-"

•"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

• "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

• LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON MS. Y/N AND MR-

• OH IT'S A BOY???????????

• y/n shut up it's not a murderer

• "JESUS CHRIST I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE"

• "ME TOO"

• "U THOUGHT THAT I WILL D I E????"

• "WELL YEAH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ANYONE CAN GET MURDERED U DUMBASS LADY"

• "......... right"

• both of u sigh at the fact that the other wasn't a murderer and an actual sane human

• (well.... can't assure u abt the sane part tho..)

• ANYWAYS

• "STOP SCREAMING IN MY EAR BOY"

• "SAYS THE ONE WHO SCREAMED FIRST????? AND IM NOT JUST SOME BOY IM SEO CHANGBIN OK ONE GREAT STREET RACER"

• u eye him from top to bottom ; he has a black leather jacket on (very sleek..hm), with brown boots, and his hair looks all gel-ed, and he owns some ?? bike ??

• cool bike tho (つ▀¯▀)つ

• "obviously, this bike is known for its-"

• "sounds like ur flexing bro"

• "im enlightening u"

• "PFT"

• u snort, followed by him laughing at u as u cough bcs damn u shouldn't have snorted, when after a while, the laughter seems to die down, resulting in silence

• "so, uh....are u going home alone? at this hour?"

• "yeah?"

• "u know there's a criminal on loose right.."

• "yeah"

• changbin sighs and then gets on his bike, followed by him patting the space behind him

• "get on. ill take u home."

• "u don't even know where i live"

• "but u know where u live"

• "...."

• changbin probably senses the tension in u, to which he gives u a smile

• "don't worry, ill drop u a few blocks away, if that makes u feel better"

• so here u are, sitting behind him, hands wrapped around his waist because ur scared u might fall off (but are u even complaining amirite)

• when he drops u off at the signboard, ur still gazing at the trees rhythmic movements to the wind

• "hey? we're here"

• "huh-"

• before u can comprehend, changbin takes u in his arms and keeps u down

• "t-thanks"

• "no problem, uh-"

• u look up too fast

• "y/n! y/n l/n!"

• and he grins

• "that's....a pretty cute name actually... fits for someone as cute as u.."

• u break into a grin too and then point at a building to ur right, not very far away

• "that's my place. feel free to come by whenever u want, yeah?"

• ":D!"

• and u run off into ur place, while changbin stands there, against his bike, thinking about how glad he was that he postponed the race to today

• the next day u were pretty sad :( bcs u rlly thought he'd come by yk? but he didn't the entire day :(

• but no worries anymore!! bcs at night

• THUD!

• "i- WHO'S THERE AT THIS HOU- oh????????? hELLO"

• changbin stood there, another empty milk carton in his hand that he was about throw when he saw u finally opened the window for him

• "h-hi y/n!!!!"

• "???? what r u doing here at this hour????"

• "come down first!!!!! ill tell u everything!!!"

• so u come down and he's just standing there, leaning against his bike as he pretends to look cool for u JSGSSVS

• "what's up?"

• "do u wanna!!! go to the convenience store!! together!! they recently stacked up on ur fav strawberry milk so"

• ":D OMG YES"

• so y'all go to the store to get the strawberry milk bcs strawberry milk? Superior

• "so..why were u throwing empty milk cartons at my window?- i mean,, don't people in movies and stuff throw rocks?"

• "well what if i had thrown one and it broke ur window? that's some stalker-ass shit. i don't do that. plus, it would've caused u some damage probably, physically and/or in terms of money. so why would i?"

• changbin stop being so caring for a second before y/n falls in love with u challenge ಥ_ಥ

• needless to say, this became a routine of the both of u; coming to the convenience store late at night and talking about ur lives

• yall felt so close (and so in love with each other) after every visit

• Insane.

• when one day

• "hey changbin, don't u have that race near my area tomorrow?? ill come around ok!!"

• and changbin almost SPITS out his milk because NO Y/N U CANT

• "why not (◕︵◕)"

• oh no

• not the puppy eye attack y/n pls

• "because-"

• "(◕︵◕) (◕︵◕) (◕︵◕) but changbin (◕︵◕) (◕︵◕) (◕︵◕) i have to support u (◕︵◕) (◕︵◕) (◕︵◕)"

• ".....fine"

• ":D YEEEEEE LET'S GO LOSERS!!!!!!!"

• that night when changbin goes home to his other 8 best friends they Automatically sense Tension wow what a bond

• even minho who usually doesn't give a fuck at all was concerned JDJDJDBD

• "she's coming to the race tomorrow"

• "isn't that a good thing? i mean there'll be the love ur life giving u all that damn support u need" - hyunjin

• "did u have extra dumb bitch juice today or what,,,,,, it's the competition with jihyuk and and the others. the final race."

• "he's right. but do even have a choice anymore" - chan, as he sits down beside changbin and gives him an assuring nod

• fast forward to the race setup already there, with u and changbin (ft. his 8 best friends) standing there at the start line

• "changbin, remember. i'm here for u, okay?"

• "everyone! get ready!"

• u move away, giving him a nod, when the race starts, with changbin starting at a full speed

• u knew he could do it

• for the days u have known him, ur sure he will win

• "and changbin wins!"

• there are loud cheers coming from ur side, while the other is quiet

• HAH LOSERS!!!!! CHANGBIN STAY WINNING

• changbin runs to u and hugs u so tightly

• "congratulations dumb bitch!!!!!"

• "thank u!!!!!!"

• the guy, who ur guessing to be jihyuk, comes around, with his helmet in one hand, and the other reaching out to handshake with changbin

• "well played"

• "you too."

• jihyuk glances at u for a second

• "tell me how it goes, yeah?"

• and then he leaves

• "so....y/n........are u free today...."

• ".............. yeah"

• "!!! to the convenience store we go!!!"

• yall did the same routine again, yk

• getting strawberry milk, talking abt life

• everything felt normal for u

• can't say the same abt changbin tho,,,,,, boy was LOSING HIS MIND HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO TELL U ABT HIS FEELS

• "god;;;;;; i should've just lost,,,,,"

• "??? did u say something ??"

• "HUH NO AHAHAAHA NO I DIDN'T?????"

• u didn't think much abt his behavior

• but when u reached home

• as u were abt to open the door to ur place

• "y/n! i- i like u!"

• u pause. all of a sudden????? a confession????

• u turn around to see him fidgeting with his fingers as he looks down

• "i-i'm sorry if this is so sudden..but i wanted to maybe take some time and then confess? but bcs i wanted to prove that i wasn't a coward abt my feelings i made a bet that if i won, i would confess.

• i thought that even if i won, i probably would delay it by taking my sweet time because GOD im a coward. but then u said that u would come and then OBVIOUSLY u had seen me looking like a coward even after i won and obviously my friends saw u too..so they probably would've told u anyways if i hadn't today. so i thought it was time that i stop being a cowa-"

• u cut him off by placing a quick kiss on his lips

• "shut up. u aren't a coward, dumbass. ur really one of the most confident people i've met..and that's a huge thing."

• changbin blushes and looks down, which makes u kiss him again when he looks up

• "i- did u just kiss me aga-"

• "seo changbin, i like u too."

• at first he just stands there, his mouth hung open at ur words, but then picks himself up and smiles before placing his lips on urs

• "perhaps im very glad i postponed the race that day"