#but now im like shaking and cant breath right and feel like my heart is gonna explode out of my chest

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

My neighbors are either setting off their very illegal professional grade fireworks down the block or just straight up firing guns into the air and I don't care either way I'm having a panic attack

[klipkillakai]

that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

[sttoru]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 .

⟣ sypnosis. a nightmare of your lover’s disappearance wakes you from your sleep.

⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. angst, comfort, fluff. takes place after gojo’s unsealed but before dec 24th, bits of spoilers jjk leaks 236 at the end. mentions of death, blood.

⟣ note. based on it’s happening again by agnes obel. coping rn dhmu . . . not proofread bcs i cant read through my tears anyways hope u enjoy im gonna cry myself to sleep now

everyone has to die at one point — not even the strongest of all could avoid that tragical fate. not even the strongest sorcerer you call your lover.

no, not even him. the universe couldn’t spare him. you thought that maybe, it would. maybe fate wouldn’t apply to him. oh, how wrong you were.

blood splatter—a stream of red liquid. right at your feet. right in front of your eyes. a man in half. and not just any regular man;

“satoru !”

your dark surroundings become blurry with tears, your body jolts out of its current dreaming state. you could feel your heart in your chest—in your throat. your brain shut itself off for a few seconds as your eyes try to make out shapes and figures in the room you’re in. your bedroom.

you only then realises that it was all just a gruesome nightmare. a hyperrealistic one at that; one that will haunt you for years.

“hmmh.. ‘m right here, baby.” a groggy voice next to you replies to your yell in agony. the yell that was the shape of your lover’s name leaving your lips—

you instantly turn your head to the right and there he was; the man whom just met death in your dreams. gojo satoru, all alive and well. in your bed, in your presence, in your life.

satoru’s hand aimlessly pats the space next to him in search of your body whilst he rubbed his eyes with the other, trying to adjust his sight to the dark so he could find you. you seemed to be in complete distress. which he does not like.

“it’s okay, shh, shh,” your lover hums, hand finally finding your arm. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you on top of him—your head laying on his chest.

his body was warm. his heartbeat was there. loud and clear in your right ear.

“satoru. . .” a river of tears flows down your cheeks like a dam that has been broken into. your body trembles, lungs feeling like they couldn’t get any air in them from how hard you were sobbing. the pain of losing your loved one; it all came flowing back to you.

satoru frowns, “hey, hey. look at me — sweetheart, c’mon.”

he instantly sits up and pulls you along with him. his hands find your cheeks, tilting your head up. this time it was his turn to feel his heart break in pieces. you looked absolutely distraught. as if you just went through a traumatic experience of some kind. he hated it.

“shit,” satoru mutters under his breath before pulling you into his embrace again, arms circling your waist with his head buried in the crook of your neck, “it’s okay, i’m here now. you’re safe.”

it wasn’t the first time you had nightmares when he was with you. you had them regularly after satoru had gotten sealed in the prison realm for nineteen days—nineteen days of dread for you. of an empty bed, an empty house and an empty life.

when satoru had finally been released from the prison realm it was like a dream come true. a happy dream, that is. not those repetitive, bad ones you have every now and then. you still get those nightmares of your lover being either taken away from you by force or by death itself. your brain couldn’t give you a break — even after his return.

“take a deep breath in,” satoru instructs and sets an example by doing the breathing exercise with you, “hold it for three seconds . . . breathe out for six. mhmm, good—jus’ like that.”

you repeat it a couple more times, sobbing and shaking throughout the entirety of the exercise, but eventually manage to calm down a little. satoru sighs in relief at this;

“you okay, baby?”

you nod weakly and sniff, wanting nothing more than to be held by the man you thought had vanished from your life forever. you had that scare once, when he was sealed, and you never want to go back to those dark times. ever.

“it’s— i, just—“ you hiccup once, unable to complete entire sentences, “i thought you w-were gone. i thought you had died.”

it was silent after that (except for the sound your silent sobs and sniffles). satoru had guessed by now that you saw him die in your dream — that much was pretty obvious. but, the thought that you were this distressed because of it makes him. . . happy in a way.

happy that someone would mourn over him at least.

“well,” satoru pensively replies, hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, “everyone has to meet their end one day, you know?”

that sentence was one that was meant to lighten up the grim mood somehow. one of his many lighthearted remarks that were supposed distract you from your tears. it would work during other moments like these — were you’d be too baffled by the things satoru says to care about what you were crying for — yet today it only worsens your misery.

“shut up.” you weakly punch his chest to which the white haired male chuckles softly, his slender fingers instantly interlocking with yours. satoru’s thumb brushes against your wrist before pulling it up to his lips, placing ticklish kisses among your skin.

another silence hangs in the air.

“seriously though. . . if i were to somehow die, i’d want you to live and move on, yeah?” your lover whispers in such a quiet tone that it was almost inaudible. satoru had looked death right in the eye before — he didn’t care back then if it were actually his end.

he does now. he has the world to lose — his world — his everything. you.

satoru wants to live a happy life with you. he doesn’t want to die now that he has you. the love of his life which he wants to grow old with. maybe have kids with. start an own family away from the busy streets, away from the swarming curses in the city and away from all that sorcerer stuff. it was a nice dream.

“shut it!” you huff and satoru takes another weak punch to the chest. his gaze lands upon your tear struck face and he instantly drops the serious ‘act’.

the sorcerer laughs, his usual boyish laugh that makes you feel better, and he flips you both over so that he has you pinned underneath him. satoru grins before kissing your tummy all over, making you giggle from the ticklish feeling;

“i’m playin’, baby! i’m not going anywhereeee!” he promises through wet pecks against your skin, the smile on his evident even if you couldn’t see it — you could hear it in his voice.

satoru leaves your tummy and moves on to your neck and face. he was smothering you in affection in hopes you’d cheer up some way. he just wants you to forget about anything bad happening to him. you didn’t deserve to think about all that stuff — you deserve to be happy and full of joy.

even without him one day.

“i’d never leave my princess all alone.” satoru shakes his head and pouts dramatically, “who else is gonna spoil you? or kiss and cuddle you to bed, huh?”

you finally show an ounce of joy. a tiny smile. that was all satoru had needed to see. he wasn’t going to stop there, however. his goal was to turn that small smile into a full blown fit of laughter.

“i’m one of a kind, baby. you’re never gonna meet a man like me.” he continues with a proud grin, putting all of his body weight on top of you which causes you to groan and grumble a lighthearted complain.

satoru knows you like it whenever he clings to you and thus he uses that piece of knowledge to help you feel better. his head was buried into your shoulder, limbs enveloping your body like a koala.

“whatever.” you roll your eyes and snuggle up to your lover, closing your eyes as the tiredness hits your body after all that crying.

“whatever !” satoru mocks you in a high-pitched tone, followed by a pair of giggles from the two of you. a third and final punch to the chest finally shuts him up for the rest of the night.

the sorcerer made sure you had fallen asleep first before he whispered the next words in your ear, hoping they’d calm your mind and body so that no nightmares would ever bother you again;

“don’t you worry, sweets. i’m not leaving you. ever.”

. . .

those were the same exact words satoru wished he could utter to you one last time before the current date — 24th of december.

[satssssbash]

co-parent bakugou

katsuki bakugou x reader (part two)

   fwb! bakugou who often came by your dorm during college to drop off school work when you missed lectures and loads when you missed him.

fwb! bakugou who came by before bed to fuck you into your pillow and listen to your hushed moans, hushed so your roommates wouldn’t hear. (they did)

fwb! bakugou who’s scared of committing because he “couldn’t see you in his future” and was too focused on his.

fwb! bakugou who’s late night visits became more and more scarce.

fwb! bakugou who months later soft launches his new partner on his story after telling you he’s not ready for a relationship.

fwb! bakugou who stops breathing at the sight of your name popping up on his phone as he cuddles his partner while watching movies, and nearly has a stroke at the “Im pregnant.” text. 

_____

“well are ya sure it’s mine?” he asks, not daring to look away from you. you break eye contact and look outside the coffee shops’ window to focus on anything other than this conversation you’ve been dreading. “are you serious? you should know i’m not exactly one to sleep around,” you say to the man. he nods and his grip on his mug gets tighter, knuckles visibly whiter. “well, are ya keepin’ it,” he asks, “i don’t think  that’d be a bright idea for either of us.” you kind of glare but think over his words. “you know how my parents feel about abortion kats.. i’d be disowned. the second the press found out about it, my family would be done for,” your eyes start to water and a tear threatens to fall, you pause “.. i thought you said you don’t do relationships?”

katsuki stares at you and shakes his head, “those fuckin’ hormones already getting to your brain or somethin?“ he sighs, “you know i can’t do this *nickname*. i’m in a committed relationship with raya, we’re getting engaged next month. on top of that, i can’t be number one with a baby leechin’ of me.” your heart drops, “you’re.. getting engaged? i.. um.. well, congratulations. i’m sorry to burden you with all of this… and i can’t abort it anyway.. i.. i’m too far along.. and i cant do this.” you finish & get up from the table and leave.

________

baby daddy! bakugou who ends up losing contact with you for months after you block him on everything a refuse to meet up per your family’s request.

baby daddy! bakugou who nearly forgets about you years later til kirishima brings you up and shows him your instagram.

baby daddy! bakugou who gets home and stalks you from a burner account, finds out you still talk to everyone from college but him.

baby daddy! bakugou who sees a pretty little ruby-eyed girl down your timeline, her resemblance to him uncanny.

baby daddy! bakugou who pulls some strings and texts your number asking to meet his daughter, hana. 

___________

hana is 2 years old by now, forming choppy sentences and now waddling on her feet. after a week of texting, you finally fold and let him come over to meet his daughter. when you open the door to let him in he nearly finds himself choking on his spit at how beautiful you are. you looked even better than your posts, if that’s possible. you greeted him with a nod and invited him in. he takes his shoes off and head to the living room you led him to. you exchange stale pleasantries and small talk til you decide to go get your baby girl. “her name is ‘hana lei bakugou,’ as much as i wanted her to have my last name.”

you walk over to him and hand her to him, noticing the wedding band resting around his ring finger. you scoff, “wow so you two actually got married?” he nods and analyzes his daughters’ features. “shes so pretty, just like ‘er momma,” he half smiles and look up at you. “so i’ll have her back later tonight, gonna take ‘er home to meet the wife and all of that.” he goes to get off the couch. “woah, you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to come back back after all this time like nothing happened.” he looks frustrated for a second, “you can’t just- … yea yer right, ‘m sorry.’’

you nod, “how about we go up to her room and play?” he agrees and follows you into his daughter’s bedroom while carrying her.

“So.. how long have you two been in the area?” he asks, scanning his daughter's room. “I never really left, just moved closer to the city i guess,” you reply; putting hana down to the floor. She waddles over to katsuki. “hana, baby this is your father,” you look down at the little girl. At first she looks up at you with her glowing beady eyes then she looks over to Katsuki sitting over on a couch. “papa?” she asks and she points her dainty finger at him. you nod and smile. “yes baby, that's your papa.” 

katsuki looks at the little girl and she reaches up for him. “up.” she says, and he obliges. you two talk and rekindle for what seemed to be days. In reality it was just about 4 hours. “*name* it was really nice to see you again, let's go out for dinner sometime. with hana of course.” you lead him downstairs while he says his goodbyes to hana. 

-- 

“I told ya about this years ago raya, you can't be mad about this. What did you expect? for them to disappear?” bakugou yells at his wife. “well i didnt fucking expect you to go out of your way to to reach out either!” she pouts, anger and jealousy laced in her tone. “I have to own up to this responsibility now whether you like it or not, stop fuckin’ cursin’ at me. ‘m already stressed as is; ‘ion need yer bitchin’.” 

“oh so now i'm bitching because you went out and got some slut pregnant.. you're just full of it katsuki.” raya says, glaring at him now. “ya cant get mad at me because I wanna be a father, ‘nd not just leave some kid stranded out here.” 

“it's not just about the kid is it? do you miss the bitch or something? do you miss the sex? did she give you better head than I do?” raya accuses, bakugou sighs and goes to leave the room, “‘nd yea- she did give better head.” as he walks to their shared room he can hear her still yelling in the distance.

katsuki bakugou goes to sleep confused tonight. He wonders why was he such a prick. he wonders why did his heart pound so fast- why were his hands so sweaty when he saw you.

he couldn't do this. he has a wife. hes happily married, regardless of any arguments. his wife was the mayors daughter and promised him various things, she promised him glory. of course he didn't need her but it's definitely more helpful to have more "support." plus you hated him, only putting up with him for the sake of his daughter. no, it wasn't attraction- it was just nervousness. he loved his wife.

katsuki woke up to his wife, raya in his arms. she looked so pretty and peaceful like this. he snapped out of his daze and got out of bed to catch a shower. he couldn't help but find his hand reaching down to take care of himself. usually when he finds himself touching himself; its of thoughts of his wife from the night prior. but today it was you. he felt shameful but he just couldnt help it. he couldn't stop himself from thinking about you. hes only human.    

[zbis]

first time ; k.gv

* ˚ ✦ when a normal cuddle session with your boyfriend turns into something he didn't expect.

* ˚ ✦ minors dni : contains smut, tiny bit of overstimulation, virgin!gyuvin, experienced!reader, afab!reader, no penetration just guided(?) masturbation, implied sub gyuvin but like who knows, im a fan of the switch gyuvin community so don't k!ll me, i wrote this on a whim since i cant stop thinking about him today, not proofread just had to get this out of my head

"god you're so nervous.." you tease. you run your hand down his chest, making sure to lightly scratch him with your recently manicured nails. "i-im not" he huffs, clearly worked up.

you chuckle at his conviction. "why is your heart beating so fast then?" you hum, tracing back up to where his heart is. you can clearly feel it.

"i swear im not nervous- just-" he grunts. "excited.. i guess." your eyebrow quirks up at what he admits. "have you wanted this for a while then? wanted me to be on top of you like this?" you trace around his nipple and tug at it cheekily. his breath shakes as he breathes out.

"maybe.."

he doesn't give you an in this time.

"you don't have to play hard to get you know, we're practically already there right now~" you sigh. "yeah but I've never.." he looks away, embarrassed.

he knows that before him you were already sexually active but gyuvin has barely even felt the touch of a woman before you came along. "just do whatever feels right, do whatever you want." you urge.

with your prompting he sits up, the tent in his pants is so obvious and tight. the flannel he was wearing is partially unbuttoned and practically falling off at this point. earlier it had been all fun and games, playfully making out and giving each other light kisses here and there. gyuvin never thought it would progress this much.

his breathing is heavy as he looks you up and down. you looked so hot to him. your hair is all over the place but in a controlled chaos kind of way. your shirt, just like his, is pretty much falling off your shoulders and since it was hot in his room, you took the liberty of taking off your pants and only wearing one of his baggy shirts. "woah.." he breaths. if it was even possible he felt his erection get even tighter. "can you come here?" he tentatively asks.

you crawl over to him and sit on his lap. "shit-" he grits. "what now?" you want him to take control but you realize you might have to guide him through everything, which you don't mind. "i- maybe im not ready to put it in but.." he pauses, looking down at how you are situated on his lap. "maybe you can jack me off?" his ears go red at what he just said. "or something.." he mutters.

you smile at him while taking his cock out of his sweats and sitting back a bit. "don't be so embarrassed gyuv" you stroke his dick slowly, trying to spread the precum around the length of it. "can't help it" he mumbles and hisses. "ah! faster-" he lets out a choked moan. your hands feel cold around him.

his moans are so pretty and thankfully he doesn't hold back.

his head falls forward and he buries it into your shoulder. his left hand grips your arm tightly as his right one trails down and envelopes your tinier one that holds his length. "like this" he groans out. he pumps his cock at a faster pace than how you'd been doing, almost as if he were demonstrating how he masturbates. "fuuck" he moans.

all that can be heard in his room is his moans and some lewd wet sounds. "ah...ah..i-i might come right now, "he rasps into your shoulder. "come then," you whisper. he helps you jerk him off harder, rutting closer to your hips. soon enough you feel him bite down on your shoulder and moan loudly into your ear.

you feel some liquid drip down your hand and look down as he pants and shakes a bit. "k-keep-" his voice cracks when you play with the head and cum continues to shoot out and drip down your hand. "gyuv-" "fuck!" he cuts you off, wincing and groaning as he bucks his hips up a bit.

it takes him a couple minutes to recover but once he does, he looks down pathetically and goes back to burying his head in your shoulder. "sorry" he mumbles. you realize he's apologizing not only for getting you dirty but also for biting you quite harshly. "its ok" you chuckle.

"shit i should clean up, its all over yo-" you stop him and help him lay down. "lets just lay down here for a sec ok?" it comes out like a command than a suggestion but he takes it. somehow you guys end up falling asleep and you have to laugh at how despite still being a virgin this little session made gyuvin look so rejuvenated in the morning.

[tocinoandkamatis]

can you really blame me?

your sat in your office chair, hunched over the same paperwork again and again until someone had offered you a box of chocolates.

it was your boss- your oh so incredibly hot boss. you dont know why but youve always had a thing for him.

so you thank him- taking the chocolate in your hands and popping it in your mouth.

only for a few minutes later, your left feeling uneasy, hot and bothered.. uncomfortably shifting in your seat and biting your lip. sighing, you pick up your mirror and- well your flushed. pink cheeks and lips with neediness written all over your face. your mind wanders- why? what did i do? i was only ever focused on the paperwork- and then it snapped the chocolate.

you stare at the trashcan and dig out the cover plastic of the small treat, you read it and- 'aphrodisiac'...there imprinted with heart dots for the i right on the back of the wrapper.

and to make sure.. you ask your boss.

and thats when it happens. your lying on his desk with your top buttons undone and your trousers slung over your heels. his big fat cock bullying into your cervix in an excruciating pace. you dont really know whats gotten to this- really, you dont. you just knocked on his office to ask about something and the next second you sat on his desk, his greedy hands trying to tug off your clothes as fast as he can.

your crying and moaning clenching down on him, milking him completely dry. his hand cover your face as an attempt to shush you up- not that he doesnt want you to scream his name. its just that his grandfather is outside right now, talking business with other important men.

but my god he cant stop. hes completely drunk in pleasure- maybe due to the aphrodisiac? but you may find he never ate that chocolate and this event is only because of his need for you.

so your clawing at his back, arching yours as he thrust into you as deep as he could. youve came- what, two times? your sure this would be your fourth. your shaking and moaning but he doesnt stop.

"you like that sweetheart? hm? you like the way im fucking ya hard?"

he grunts as he burries his nose into your neck. you cant do anything but let out a string of whines and whimpers. nodding frantically as his movements get sloppy and uncoordinated, a shrill sign of his impending release. a few things had fallen off the desk but at this point, none of you cared.

"fuck- so tight and warm, just 'f me"

he groans, his small noises laced with a small whine and high pitched whimper as he comes. his hot sead spilling inside of you while your eyes roll to the back of your head.

and finally, he manages to catch his breath and pull out.

"such a pretty little pussy..."

he sighs and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

but your left wondering 'what the fuck just happened and what the fuck is happening?' because hes now in a meeting- pointing out the proposal of his company and back to his serious and cold character.

seriously? did he not just wreck me? you wonder how strong this guy is because- well your still sensitive and shaking slightly and he just looked like he just had cake and coffee at his favourite restaurant.

my thoughts are occupied on the past events though... but then again can you really blame me?

kuroo, geto, osamu, aizawa, kyoya ootori, kenma, nanami

[ben-pincus]

my love is a life taker (ben pincus x darius bowman)

(pre chaos theory season 1)

tags : ben in denial of being a boy kisser, nightmares, trauma from isla nublar, mention of being eaten alive by pteranodons, fluff, a pinch of angst??? maybe ?????, idk i love benrius sobs, theyre so cute

the time was 3:06AM. ben was awoken by his usual nightmares of pteranodons in a cold sweat, disorientated and convinced those winged creatures were coming for him. again.

his breaths were heavy, eyes wide as he sat upright in his bed, the college dorms quiet. he felt light, weak, like he was falling from the monorail again.

he clutched at his chest, willing himself to calm down. his dreams, or nightmares for a better word always end with him dying, either from hitting the ground too hard, or being painfully torn apart by the pteranodons, and the only thoughts going through his head then are;

i wont be able to see darius again.

he doesnt know why darius is the first person to come to mind when he thinks about dying. everytime he thinks about darius, he gets nervous, and giddy.

but hes not gay. or, at least he thinks so. hes been with girls before but.. darius is different. more special.

ben sighs, running his hands down his face as he inhales shakily. he picks up his phone, checking through his messages, unaware that darius was also doing the same.

darius, distracted from late night work from the dpw, texts ben,

"you up?"

bens heart almost explodes out of his chest. but there it is, that feeling again. like his heart is going to explode.

ben texts back in an instant, his fingers fumbling over the screen,

"yeah"

darius takes a minute to respond,

"nightmares again?"

ben mentally curses himself. the fact that darius knew how often his nightmares were made him feel embarrassed.

"yeah, and just thinking about stuff"

that stuff being you, ben thought. but what was he meant to say? hey! you're my best friend and i think im gay for you! hope this doesnt make things awkward!

of course its gonna make things awkward, he tells himself. hes cool with gay people, hell, he even helped yaz and sammy. but why is it so hard to accept that he might like guys too?

he almost forgets hes texting darius. almost.

"what stuff?"

darius responds. ben lowers his phone, resisting the urge to just smash it into pieces, but he also wants to tell darius whats going on.

so he lies.

"college :/"

he doesnt give a shit about college right now. hes been so preoccupied with trying to figure himself out.

he even went to sammy.

they met up for a 'coffee', but ben just wanted to get her advice.

"ben? what's eatin' ya? you're never this quiet.." sammy notices, her eyebrows furrow as she slightly leans over the small table.

ben sighs, running his hand through his hair, "i... its about darius." he says quietly.

"what? he not pickin' up again? because i swear to god i told him!-"

"no! no.. its.. god.." he groans, leaning back in the chair and covering his face with his hands.

"ben.." sammy drags out, wanting to know whats going on. ben suddenly leans forward, looking down at the coffee cup in his hands before looking up at sammy,

"how.. how did you know you were lesbian?" he whispers.

a flash of confusion appears on sammys face, before her eyes widen, the pieces fitting together.

"you.. like darius..?" she asks quietly, to which ben nods.

"i- i know you can like both guys and girls but i.. why cant i accept it as easily as you did?" he whispers, the frustration evident in his voice.

sammy puts her hand over bens,

"i didnt accept it right away." she admits quietly, "nearly no one does."

ben looks at her, his eyes slightly widened.

"you didnt?" he whispers, to which sammy shakes her head.

"it took a while.." she shrugs, "but.. y'know. i got there! and i got the best girlfriend in the world!" she smiles.

ben wants to smile, but he cant.

"sammy, i- i dont know if darius swings that way. what if i tell him and it ruins everything?" he whispers, all these thoughts swirling in his head.

"you wont know unless ya tell him." she says, squeezing bens hand reassuringly.

"how?" ben asks, his voice strained.

"just tell him." sammy nods, "you dont gotta know what ya are right away... jus' know what you're feelin'."

he doesnt know the amount of times hes typed out a paragraph to darius, and then deleted it out of fear of being shunned.

bens fingers hover over the call button. he doesnt wanna do it over text, its too.. sleazy..

bens finger accidentally presses the call button, and before he can cancel it, darius picks up.

"hey, ben. you okay? you dont usually call." darius' voice rings out from the phone.

"yeah- yeah, i'm uh, fine-" ben mentally slaps himself for sounding like he just ran a marathon and back.

"you dont sound it." darius hums.

"i gotta tell you something, d." the words slip out of bens mouth before he can even catch the letters from falling out.

theres a beat before darius responds,

"...what is it?" darius says quietly.

ben doesnt know how to respond, so he rambles. says whatever his heart is telling him.

"d. i love you. and not in like, a-a friend way. i wanna hold your hand, and kiss you, and be seen with you as your boyfriend. i wanna hold you and sleep next to you and take you out on dates and treat you how you deserve to be treated-" he stops himself with a shaky breath.

darius is quiet. too quiet.

fuck. ben thinks.

"really?" darius muses, ben cant read his tone.

"yeah.. really." ben swallows nervously.

ben really is hoping darius swings that way right now, to save him from the embarrassment.

"well.. uh.. yeah, yeah.. so do i." darius says quietly, tripping over his words. bens heart almost stops.

"what?" he asks.

darius laughs, "i feel the same, ben."

"well, uh.. thats um.. great." ben says, unsure on how to react now.

he can hear darius moving around,

"can i drop by tomorrow? figure things out between us?" darius asks.

bens voice catches in his throat, "yes-" he clears his throat,

"yeah. you can. you- you need directions?" ben asks.

"already know where you are. and uh... sammy told me already." darius chuckles,

"sam- oh my god.." bens face burns up, and he hears darius laughing again.

and by god, is it the most beautiful sound ben has ever heard.

[norizz-nation]

can i request smut with celebrating carlos bday, pole, and Monza podium all at once because there was no time for individual celebrations so you do it at the end of the weekend. can there be a part where reader rides his face too if you’re comfy?

I was thinking about writing a Carlos smut and this gives me a great idea. Hope you like it ❤️

Birthday present ❤️

Summary: after his birthday, pole position and podium in monza, you wanted to give him a little surprise

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, slut shaming, daddy kink, spanking, dacryphilia, choking

Since you and carlos were apart from each other this race week in monza, you couldn’t celebrate his birthday with him. You were at home for some work and that made you so upset because you were there all the time for him. And after qualifying p1 and getting a podium on race day was everything Carlos needed. It was just a perfect week for him. But you weren’t there. That was the shit part.

After he finally came home after the race week you wanted to make it quite special for him. Since you weren’t there to celebrate with him. You and Carlos had a kinky sex life but carlos was always the dominant one so this time you wanted to handcuff him and be on top.

You wore his favorite dark red lacy lingerie that was so see through that you could practically see everything, this one’s carlos’ favorite. After getting ready you got the handcuffs out of the closet and texted carlos to come home quickly. After he came home he gave him a hug and said “I’ve got a surprise for my birthday boy” he looked at you smiling “really? what is it?” “come with me”

You sat carlos on the edge of the bed and handed him the handcuffs saying “since its your birthday, i get to be on top.” He then placed the handcuffs aside as he pulled you close to him “sit” he said. As you sat on his lap and looked at him. “Now tell me baby. Who do you belong to?” “Of course you” he then caressed your cheek and then caressing your lower lip saying “and are you my good little slut?” That question made your heart skip a beat. “Yes daddy, i am your good little slut” you could already feel so submissive in front of him, so weak for him. He then smiled and said “so i get to taste my birthday present by handcuffing you” he then told you to get on the bed as he handcuffed you to the bed. But you were facing the headboard which made you confused as you tried to look at him. You were on your knees as carlos said “spread your knees baby” you did. As he went between your knees and pushed your ass down.

“Dont fucking half sit on my face. Sit properly like a good slut you are for me” you then sat on his face as you could feel his nose brushing your clit making you move your hips up but carlos holds it down tightly spanking it hard. His breath making it much harder for you to stay strong as you could feel your whole body weakening. You tried to grab his hair but you couldn’t because you were handcuffed. You were so high right now that you couldn’t take it anymore as carlos kept on circling his tongue on your clit. You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you squirmed more and more. “Nghh daddy i-im gonna c-cum” he then pulled you away as your whole body froze, confused. He then removed your handcuffs and wiped the tear with his thumb as he said “you cant cum yet. im not done with my birthday present”

He then spread your legs apart and placed your legs on his shoulders getting a full access inside of you. He pushed inside without any warning making you scream and grabbing his arm tightly. “Oh f-fuck d-daddy” he was fucking you in such a fast pace that made your legs shake already. You could feel your orgasm coming again. “Daddy im g-gonna cum, c-can i please cum?” You pleaded sobbing because of the pleasure as his hand went around your neck saying “such a good girl asking for my permission. of course you can cum baby” you then came around his dick, legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back. After staying in that position for a while you got up and sucked his dick taking him full. As he groaned. “Such a little slut.” You looked at him still sucking on his dick as he came inside your mouth and swallowed his cum, all of it. “Happy birthday daddy” you said looking at him smiling as he kissed your forehead.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask me what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[l4brvtality]

Hi. I hope you are having a good day or night. I would like to request a Rhea Ripley X fem!reader where it's Rhea and Readers wedding day and Reader is panicking and won't listen to anyone and ends up having a little panic attack and requests to talk to Rhea but the bridesmaids ( Liv Morgan and Bianca Belair if possible ) try to talk to her and calm her down but Reader starts crying and begging for someone to get Rhea and once everyone leaves, Reader closes and locks the door before sitting behind it and crying and Rhea gets the word about Reader and starts getting concerned and runs to the Brides room but ends up talking to Reader thro the door ( Fluff and Love all around ❤️ ) If Not That'll be completely understand. Thanks you. Peace and Love

Pink Matter / Like A Tattoo

Pairings - Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Word count - 0.7k

Warnings - Crying, mentions of anxiety, sort of a panic attack, fluff at the end!!

PROOFREAD :)

You looked in the mirror, seeing your just done makeup. Completely ruined. 

Mascara was running down your cheeks. You were supposed to be excited. After all, it was your wedding day. But you felt the dread haunting you as you thought about it.

You felt panic rise as the door of your bathroom opened. You couldn’t let anyone see you like this. Not on your wedding day. You quickly tried wiping the running mascara off with the back of your hands. 

“You guys have to leave— you cant see me like this.” You spoke in a shaky tone.

But Liv, and Bianca had already saw you. They sat calmly next to you. The worry spreading on their faces. 

“my love whats wrong?” Liv was quick to comfort you, while Bianca rubbed you back. Bianca’s face read sympathy and confusion.

You felt your breath hitch as you tried answering. You felt panic as your breathing became more hitched. 

Bianca’s arm wrapped around your waist as she tried lifting you up. Liv soon getting the memo and doing the same.

“Come here lets get you fixed up-“ Liv was cut short when you shook both of them off. A look of sadness on your face.

Liv and Bianca exchanged worried looks as they tried to find out what made you feel this way. 

“R..Rhea.” You said in a low tone. You felt as if you were loosing oxygen.

Liv and Bianca knew what that meant. Liv leapt up from the bathroom floor as Bianca stayed, rubbing your arm up and down to sooth you. Hoping to lessen the anxiety you felt.

A few minutes later, Liv came back into the room. A water bottle in hand. 

“lets just relax. Here.” Liv gave you the water bottle as she looked at you.

You turned away from her as more tears flooded your eyes. 

“No I cant.. please I-I J..ust- I-I need Rhea please.” You felt the anxiety run through your veins as you spoke.

“Please.” You begged once more.

“Don’t worry, shes on her way.” Bianca whispered as she rested her head on your shoulder.

Liv gave Bianca a look.

“Look I know she must’ve heard, I mean its her wife.” Liv rolled her eyes while shaking her head

as Bianca spoke.

You felt your hands shake as your breathing hitched.

“Honey are you ok-“ Liv was cut off when you spoke.

“N-No im not okay just leave.” You replied before Liv could continue.

Liv and Bianca got up, panicking they began to leave the room. They gave you sympathetic glance as they did.

As soon as the door closed , you leaped up, walking into the bedroom and locking the door. 

You sat on the bed, feeling the tears pour onto your blush painted cheeks.

Your breathing was rapid and so was your heart.

Your hands shook as you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby its me.” I heard Rhea talk to me through the door.

I didn’t want her to see me like this. She couldn’t. I looked a mess my makeup and mascara smeared. 

“I-I cant let you in.” I replied. I wanted her to be in here with me. I did. But I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. 

“Baby please, I need to know whats wrong. I hate seeing and heating how you’re feeling right now.” She answered me with a soft voice from what I could hear through the door.

I slowly got up. Stumbling on my way to the door, I found myself unlocking the lock. As soon as Rhea hears the door unlock, she couldn’t have opened it faster.

I saw Rhea gaze at me and seeing my current state, she felt a pang of heartbreak. She hated seeing her girl like this. Not because it was their wedding day. No. But because of how much she cares and loves you.

Rhea enveloped you into a sweet embrace. Leading you to the bed as you two sat down together. 

“Tell me whats wrong love.” Rhea whispered to you. A soft hand laying on your thigh. God you loved hearing her voice

You explained to her what had caused your outburst and change of mood. She sat there next to you, a comforting hand rubbing your arm. In those last minutes, you felt happy that this was the woman you would be marrying. And you knew nothing could break you two apart.

A/N 💬 - Im sorry this is so late lmaoo writers block has been kicking my ass :/ But anyways this is proofread and if i made any mistakes please tell me because I honestly cant handle the embarrassment.

[volturiprincess]

Rain

Demetri Volturi x human mate reader

Summary: Reader gets overwhelmed with stress and he's there to support her Warnings: mentions of an anxiety attack, but mostly fluff A/N: Omg someone stop me😁, another one-shot post?? I had to write this because as I was taking my breaks I would work on this, its not proofread but the idea of Demetri calling the reader Spanish nicknames is a must have but throw rainy weather into the topic and muah *chefs kiss*. Enjoy and there will be a second A/N in the end. A little translation for my non-Spanish speakers: Mi cariño: dear or darling Mi vida: My life Princessa: princess Mi amado hermoso: My beautiful lover

(I cant believe it took me a while to write a Demetri one-shot)

I burst through our shared room in a panic state and I saw my lovely mate on his special chair. Before I could even react he was already wrapping his arms around me and cuddling me into his chest. I felt the build up tears I was holding back cascade down my cheeks. Demetri was rubbing my back in comfort and I heard him mumble

“Mi cariño, let it all out, I know you need this”

I sure did need this, all of today I was working on a project for a class and I ended up deleting about half of it and couldn't recover it at all. I always threw my computer out the window but instead I stared at the blank page that was staring back at me with what I could assume was mockery. I did manage to remember a good amount of what I had done and it's back to how it is, but I spent a while in a state of shock and denial.

Suddenly I felt myself shaking physically, my heart increase in palpitation and worst of all I could feel my breath becoming shorter. Demetri picked up right away that I was dealing with an anxiety attack and he guided me toward the balcony to the fresh air and the light rain. 

“Mi vida, look its raining, you love the rain, hey look at how pretty it looks”

I turn my head to be able to face the scenery instead of his very well built chest to see how soft and calming it is currently. I told Demetri before that I love the rain, it's my personal safe haven other than his arms. I felt my trembling and shaking diminished slightly, my heart rate started to slow down to a more reasonable way but my breathing was still a problem.

I felt him tilt my head up so I was looking at him and my breath for a minute hitch, he looked breathtaking right now. There were small droplets of rain running down his face which caused his hair to stick to his forehead and his eyes were full of adoration. He looked beautiful at that moment, well he always looks beautiful, I heard him one time arguing with Felix and he ended the conversation with “Dont hate me because im beautiful”. 

I smiled at the memory and soon enough he had a look of curiosity with a matching smile

“What's got you smiling like that princessa?”

“I was just think about your statement to end an argument with Felix, the don't hate because i'm beautiful”

His laughter filled the gloomy atmosphere that the rain created, his laugh sounding like music to my ears. One of his hands started to caress my cheek gently, his coldness immediately sending a small shiver down my spine but also somehow started to steady my breathing.

“Look at you princessa, your doing so good in breathing, such a good girl”

I blush at the praise which he never fails to miss, he knows what praises from him does to me, many thoughts come to mind but I push them away for now since I am still recovering from the earlier events.

“Do you want to talk about it/”

“My computer decided to throw me a whole 360 today”

“A whole 360? Im sorry cariño, but you need to explain that to me”

I giggled at his dumbfounded look, it's always fun to be able to still catch a vampire as old as him off guard with my modern language “Right forgot your like a million years old, I was working on a project today for one of my classes on my computer and I accidentally deleted like half of it but like I barely started it so it was no big deal because I remember what I had so far but it was just so frustrating you know”

He continued to caress my cheek as he nods along to my explanation 

“And it just so stressful in thinking I have so much to do still before this week ends and I feel like I have done what I needed to do but its not enough still and and—”

He placed his finger on my lips to silence me and I tiled my head to the side from curiosity, this is new. His signature smirk spread onto his face at my reaction

“Sorry love, but you started to spiral into chaos and as much as adore to hear you ramble, I started to feel stress myself from your stress”

I looked down in embarrassment but he tilted my head up once again 

“Hey don't be embarrassed cara, it's good for you to talk about what stresses you out, better out and in you know?”

“Your right metri”

“Now care to have a dance with me in the rain then?”

Whining at his request, even if that has secretly been a dream of mine to do “Demi you know i'm not even a good dancer, heck I don't even know how to”

“But that's the fun part princessa, I can teach you and we will be dancing in your favorite type of weather”

“Fair point”

As the rain intensified slightly, he guided my moves with such elegance that I almost felt like I myself am an expert to begin with. The rain at that moment was not a bother, my main focus was my casanova of a vampire that I call mi amado hermoso.

A/N: You know I don't know why I haven't added any Spanish nicknames to my writings, but I will in future (I feel like Demetri would just know all of the most romantic languages). I know I mentioned this in my Alec one-shot but I am working on a Caius one, its a work in progress indeed maybe in the end of this week I might have part one done, who knows?

[doumadono]

emergency request!

ive been having these just horrible nightmares the past month. i wake up around 6 times a night cause of them, and cant take any supplements like melatonin cause of health issues right now. its horrible. i wake up shaking and in tears. im getting horrible sleep. i keep having the nightmares of dying, being kidnapped, or my mother passing. are you able to write an izuku x f!reader with him comforting reader, please?

sorry if this is too specific. 🫶

In safe arms - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: nightmares can be incredibly distressing and exhausting. Try some relaxation techniques before bed, like deep breathing exercises, soothing music, or a calming bedtime routine. You are stronger than your fears, and you will get through this!

EMERGENCY REQS - PART 2

You wake up again, drenched in cold sweat, your heart racing and your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. The images from the nightmare are still vivid in your mind - flashes of dark alleys, sinister faces, and the gut-wrenching fear of losing someone you love. You can feel the tears streaming down your face, and all you want is to feel safe, to feel like everything is going to be okay.

Beside you, Izuku stirs. He must have sensed your distress even in his sleep. His emerald eyes flutter open, and he immediately reaches out to you. "Hey, are you okay, love?" His voice is soft and full of concern, a stark contrast to the terror that had just gripped you.

You shake your head, unable to form words through the sobs.

Izuku sits up and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "It's okay," he whispers, his hand gently rubbing your back. "I'm here. You're safe."

His presence is like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. You cling to him, burying your face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I... I had another nightmare," you manage to choke out.

Izuku's grip tightens, and he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "I'm so sorry you're going through this," he says. "I wish I could take all your fears away."

You look up at him, his green eyes filled with such genuine worry and love that it makes your heart ache. "I just... I keep dreaming about dying or being kidnapped. And sometimes, it's about mom... It's always so real."

Izuku nods, understanding the depth of your fear. "Nightmares can feel incredibly real, but I promise you, they’re not. They're just your mind playing tricks on you." He strokes your hair, his touch calming. "You're here with me, and I won’t let anything happen to you."

"What if I can't get rid of them?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll work through this together," Izuku assures you. "Maybe we can try some relaxation techniques before bed, like deep breathing or listening to calming music. And if it gets too much, we can talk to someone who might be able to help more."

You nod, feeling a bit more hopeful. "That sounds like a good idea."

Izuku smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always makes you feel a little better. "For now, let’s just focus on calming down." He shifts, reaching over to turn on the small bedside lamp, casting a soft, warm glow around the room. "Wait here for a moment."

You watch as he gets up and heads out of the room.

Moments later, he returns with a glass of water. "Here, drink this. It might help you feel a little better," he says, handing it to you with a reassuring smile.

You take the glass, sipping the cool water, and it does help to steady your nerves. "Thank you, Izuku."

"Of course, my baby" he replies, sitting back down beside you. "How about I read to you for a bit? Something light and happy."

You manage a small smile at his suggestion. "I'd like that."

Izuku grabs a book from the nightstand - a collection of feel-good poems that you both enjoy. He starts reading, his voice steady and soothing, lulling you into a state of relaxation.

As he reads, you find your body gradually unwinding, the remnants of the nightmare fading away like shadows in the morning light.

You don’t know when you fall asleep again, but the next thing you’re aware of is the gentle touch of Izuku’s hand, still holding yours, and the sound of his steady breathing. You feel safe, wrapped in his warmth, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the nightmares don't return.

You wake up to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains, feeling more rested than you have in weeks.

Izuku has his arm wrapped around your waist from behind. "Good morning," he whispers into your ear, noticing you're awake. His smile is soft and loving.

"Good morning," you reply, squeezing his hand. "Thank you, Izuku."

"Always," he says, pulling you close for a tender kiss. "I'll always be here for you."

[z0mb13zzbl00d]

'Found' (Leon Kennedy x Reader) Part 1(?)

Content: a bit angsty, gender neutral reader, cop reader, you're slightly older than leon, no use of y/n, re2!leon

Summary: Leon finds you, the only other RPD officer left alive in the station.

Disclaimer: IM A FRESHMAN IN HIGH SCHOOL AND THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SO PLEASE BE NICE 😭😭 also if anyone likes this I'll make a part 2 maybe

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Your hands have been shaking non-stop for God knows how long now. Your flashlight is out of batteries, and your handgun has 2 shots left. The feeling of the weapon in your tight grip is all that's grounding you at the moment. Your back hurts like hell, you must have been crammed in this locker for hours. It's the first place you had thought to hide, you mentally curse yourself. 'At least I'm not being eaten alive' you think. What a horrible way to go....God, it sounded agonizing. You feel your stomach turn with burning guilt. I can not believe I'm upset about my back hurting right now considering the horrific pain the others must have gone through, you think. Im so selfish. You're thrown out of your thoughts in an instant when you hear footsteps. You hold your gun tight, your heart beating fast in your ears.

The footsteps get louder and closer, till they're right in front of the locker. Your hands are shaking so hard your dead flashlight slips from your hand and you feel your blood go cold. It hits the metal floor of the locker with a deafening crash. You feel your knees go weak and your heart sink. This is it. I'm going to die. What was the point? You'd made no impact in the world, but maybe arresting a few drunk people on patrol. Nothing of importance. Not one person will be left to miss you, no boyfriend, no family, no friends...they are probably already dead. And you'd never even had a boyfriend in the first place. I can't die yet, there's so much i haven't done, you think to yourself. The locker opens and you scream and ready your gun, eyes clamping shut with all the force you can muster.

"Augh, jesus-! D-dont shoot!"

You register the words just before you squeeze the trigger! You open your eyes, and standing in front of you is a young, attractive man, looks like he's in his early 20's. You'd never seen him before, but he's in an RPD uniform. You sigh and shakily bring your gun back down to your belt. You clear your throat,

"Sorry, sorry...um, who-" You pause to swallow and take a breath. "who are you? Is it safe out- out there?"

He shakes his head no. He opens his mouth to speak.

"No, sorry...it's not safe."

"Thought so...and you are?"

"Leon, Leon Kennedy. I'm new here." He says with a small smile.

You smile back weakly. "Nice to meet you, Leon...so, uhm, do you know a way out of here?"

He nods! "Yeah, I might. But I'll need some help...I got this notebook, it has some notes from another officer about 3 medallions opening up a door to the parking garage. It seems a little far fetched but I geuss it's worth a try, right?"

You chuckle dryly. "Anything to get out of this hell hole."

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You're searching high and low for the final medallion, but you can't focus on the search. Leon notices.

"Is everything okay? You...aren't bit, are you? Or hurt?"

You turn around.

"Huh? No im okay, its...everything is okay."

He gives an unsure nod then gets back to searching around the room. Your mind is plauged with the memories of your friend's final screams, and desperate pleas for help. There's nothing you could have done, you tell yourself. Nothing you could have done...no, stop thinking about it! Pushing the memories back into your head is all you can do right now. You cant afford a mental breakdown, not now. Not here.

Leon knows what you're thinking, because he's feeling that way too. Maybe not to the same extreme as you, but the memory of that officers death...his legs, or rather the lack of legs...his organs...made Leon feel weak and queasy. If he'd only been quicker, or if he hadn't hesitated. Maybe things would be different for him. He should be getting out with us, but he's not. He'll be here forever, this station is his tomb. Leon hopes that it wont be his too.

You see the look of guilt in his eyes, and you place a hand on his shoulder. You rub his shoulder and give him an empathetic look, a look that speaks louder than words can, as if to say 'i know. it's not your fault.' You let go and continue to search. Leon is touched by the gesture but can't control the warmth spreading in his heart and on his soft cheeks.

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[livlaughloveluke]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ever since that night on the rooftop, you’ve known

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a little cursing, brief mention of past toxic relationship, ethan being an absolute sweetheart

𝐚/𝐧- clearing out my drafts rn so im kinda posting a lot! this ones kinda short and sweet, but i think its cute 💗 also, you might want to listen to margaret by lana del rey, it will help this make sense 😭

margaret (feat. bleachers) by lana del rey

02:45 ━━━━●───── 05:40 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

ethan’s heart sunk at the sight of someone on the roof, where he normally he spent his sleepless nights, thinking alone. he cautiously approached the mysterious figure, only to find out that it was a women who looked to be around his age, dressed in a lengthy white dress, with gorgeous shimmery pearls hanging loosely around your neck. 

there was something enchanting about this moonlight. you looked incredible, despite your glossy eyes and runny mascara, which had given away the fact that you had been crying. 

“you okay?” ethan muttered, unsure of what to do or say to the dazzling young girl. you jump, startled by the presence of another person. you wipe away what was left of your mascara, trying to clean up a little.

“yeah..? yeah.” you said, the first word sounding like you were trying to convince yourself, while the second ‘yeah’ sounding more persuasive and firm.

 “wanna talk about it?” the brown eyed boy suggested, unsure where he got his confidence from. something about the stranger on the rooftop made him want to learn more. 

“well, my boyfriend just broke up with me on our 6 month anniversary. he said he was taking me out to celebrate, but ended up dumping me while we were eating, elle woods style.” you shared. 

“he sounds like a real asshole. maybe it was for the best.” ethan stated. 

“i think you’re right. he was kind of an asshole.” the girl giggled in response. 

ethan grinned, taking in her beauty as they stared at each other. 

“well, i shared my story, now what about you? why are you here tonight? your girlfriend dump you?” you jokes, although you remained curious to what he reply was.

“uhm- no, no girlfriend. i like to come out here when i cant sleep. it helps me think.” he answers, taking a deep breath of the crisp, chilly air. he approached the ledge, and sat down, legs hanging off the building. it was scary the first few times, but recently he came to enjoy it. there was something so freeing about the risks of being this high up.

you mirror his actions and sit next to him. you look at the breathtaking view, before realizing there was a much better view right beside you.

you face him to ask a question. 

“how do you know?” 

ethan tilted his head in confusion, your question was to vague for him to answer. you continue talking, giving more context.

“what if he was the love of my life? how do i know?” this time, ethan can answer your question easily.

“that’s your answer, the answer is no. if you have to ask, then he wasn’t your true love. when you know, you’ll know.” 

you just hummed in response. 

“we never properly introduced ourselves. I don’t even know your name.” you inform him.

“we don’t even know each others names, and yet i still feel closer to you than anyone else in my life.” he added, letting out a dry chuckle, trying to hide how pathetic that was.

“i feel the same. you probably know more about my feelings than any of my friends, and we’ve known each other for what, five minutes?” you added. he was relieved that you shared the same emotions as him. 

you stuck out your hand. “my name is y/n.”

ethan got the memo and reached to shake your hand. the contact made butterflies fill his stomach. “my name is ethan.” he replied.

“ethan? i would have never guessed that was your name. don’t get me wrong, i think its lovely, but you look more like a conner to me.” 

ethan laughed at your comment, and swiftly formed a response. “conner? really? i think i look more like an axel.” 

“i could see that i guess, but all i can think about when i hear the name axel is this kid who bullied me in second grade.” you giggle.

“you were bullied by a kid named axel?” he teases. 

“yes!! and every day he would tell the teacher on me for something I didn’t even do!! and worse, the teacher believed him!” you were now full blown laughing, along with ethan who was starting to really enjoy talking to you.

you and him continued chatting a little longer, asking basic questions, but you wanted more. you wanted to know the real ethan.

“im tired of all these simple questions. lets go more in depth. for starters, if you only had one day left to live, would you tell anyone? why or why not?” you ask him. 

“woah. to be honest, i don’t think i would tell anyone until the end of the day, you know? why ruin your last day alive by being constantly pitied, if you could spend it happily with the people you love most?” he announced, and you nodded your head in agreement.

“now i ask you something. if were getting murdered, and got to choose the way you were killed, what would you pick?”

“wow, that took a turn. i would probably choose to get poisoned. its not painful really, and its pretty quick. just don’t poison me with bleach. i hate the smell of it.” you declared. 

this caused you both to start laughing again, to the point where your stomach hurt. after your giggle fest, your exhaustion got the best of you, and you yawned, sleepily. your actions did not go unnoticed by ethan, and he decided to call it a night. he helped walk you home, making sure to keep you safe. 

you talked the whole way home, mainly about your music taste. he was into the alternative indie kinda music, and you bonded over a few artists. then, you reached your dorm. you exchanged numbers, none of you wanting this relationship to end.

for the next week, you texted each other constantly, giving song recommendations, and just learning about one another in general. you figured out you both went to blackmore university, and took a few of the same classes. you were surprised you hadn’t seen him before, but then again, two weeks ago you weren’t looking. 

you were supposed to meet him on the rooftop again tonight. this time however, you wouldn’t be caught sulking in a dress. you changed into a more comfortable, yet gorgeous look.

eleven pm rolled around, and you headed up to the roof. ethan was already waiting for you, a bouquet of tulips in his hands. he handed them to you, and you couldn’t hold your smile back. 

“how’d you know these were my favorite?!” you  questioned him. 

“you’re mentioned it a couple times. i researched the meaning, and it turns out they symbolize growth and new beginnings, which i thought was perfect, because of your recent relationship ending and uh i-“ 

you cut him off with a hug, holding the flowers off to the side, not wanting to crush them. you pull apart so you could face him when talking. 

“they’re beautiful, eth. I can’t believe you put so much effort into them.” you informed him.

your ex boyfriend was a total dickhead, who never really cared. you weren’t sure if he even got you flowers once in your relationship. it was new having someone that cared, and the feeling of being truly loved was definitely not unwelcome. 

you both sat on the edge and started babbling like last time. 

“you know who i’d think you’d like? faye webster. she’s really good, and while she’s well known, she’s definitely underrated.” you blurt out. 

“I’ll listen to her tonight. whats your spotify?” he asks. you share your account and both follow eachother. he starts scrolling through your playlists and reviewing them. 

“taylor swift? really, y/n? i thought you were better than this.” he sarcastically says. you act offended, before retorting back. 

“taylor swift is so good! she’s popular for a reason. maybe you just haven’t heard the right album. i feel like you would like evermore or folklore.” he shakes his head, disapprovingly. he claimed he would never listen to one of her songs. (he spent 2 hours that night listening to the albums you suggested)

eventually, it got late and he started walking you home. out of the blue, he asked you an important question. 

“would you maybe want to go out with me one night? officially?” he managed to stutter out. 

“i’d love to, eth.” you respond. 

you had never really been completely sure of something, but that night you knew one thing. you were in love with ethan landry.

[stevie-petey]

don't be shy, give us a blurb of season 1 where joyce berates jon after his & bug's fight :D

ooooh this is basically a deleted scene in my mind so thank you <3

enjoy !

"i'll go make some breakfast." jonathan needs to leave wills room. he isnt sure how long his mom has been in there staring at the lights, but he hadnt slept last night and hes exhausted and wills room has become a shadow of what it once was.

he misses wills laughter that once filled the room.

now he talks his mom down from panic attacks in wills room after spending a sleepless night wrecked with guilt for what hes said to you.

"jonathan, wait." joyce pulls gently at his arm to stop him from leaving. she wipes her eyes, sniffles. "sweetie, i-i dont want to overstep, but... i heard you last night."

"heard what?" jonathan doesnt understand what his mom is trying to say. is she still manic? is she really losing her mind like the cops all say?

joyce takes a deep breath. "i heard you and y/n last night. i... i heard what you said to her."

jonathans heart stops. he tenses, his body suddenly becomes cold. deep, bone crushing guilt settles harshly upon him.

"you were... awful to her."

he cant breathe air into his lungs. his head pounds. his hands shake.

"jonathan, honey-i know that things are-are difficult right now and i know maybe, i dont know... i know i havent been there for you but y/n has." joyce rubs the palm of her hands on her pants. "you cant push her away. not now."

jonathan needed his mom the day will disappeared. he needed her when the cops showed up at their door with his bike. he needed his mom when he made missing posters for his little brother.

among the guilt crawls the anger. the resentment. why is she doing this?

"im not pushing y/n away-"

"you told her she wasnt family."

"mom, i-can we please, just drop it. okay? lets-lets focus on will and i'll make breakfast and-"

joyce grabs his hand. its the first time shes comforted him since will went missing. he shudders at her touch. her hands are warm, soft, worn from years of taking care of him and his brother all alone. "apologize to her. she'll understand."

"but what if she doesnt?" and there, underneath the guilt and anger and resentment, lies jonathans fear that hes lost his best friend.

"she will, sweetheart. y/n... shes too good. for both of us." jonathan manages a weak laugh, and joyce smiles softly. "ive never seen a friendship like yours."

jonathan knows his mom is right. hes ashamed of himself. the words he said to you last night paint his skin in heavy hues of embarrassment and remorse. you didnt deserve them. he had been lost in his own shame for the photos of nancy.

he doesnt like who hes becoming, with all this anger in him.

"the two of you will figure it out." joyce kisses the top of jonathans head. "you always do."

but things have changed. jonathan now knows what failure feels like. he knows that he cant protect the ones he loves. it burns his skin.

and burns always fester.

[cxr0lo1]

the animal is trapped. II

warning: slight mention of homophobia, smut?(not really,just words)

It’s been now exactly 5 days since I came here,it hasn’t been so bad apart from carol glaring at me for every little thing that I do, talking to Alex and piper? Glaring. Reading? Glaring. walking? Also glaring I don’t know what her deal was.

I made my way into the library since i never looked around it when i first came here. hearing a few movements behind the shelves but i didnt think too much into it since there are a lot of girls here who love to sneak around and touch each other anywhere they find " private". i grab a random book from the shelve suddenly seeing carol sitting behind the shelve with a magazine in her hand and a jawbreaker in her mouth like always,the wall behind her had a few burt reynolds posters but ive also seen frieda with her. ive noticed these few days that they’re probably close

carol's eyes suddenly shot up to look at my face that was in between the books. her eyes narrowed as i quickly turned away and huffed while shaking my head. jesus shes actually scary i dont blame people for being afraid of her, whenever she'd look at me so coldly or glare at me with her top lip curled i feel as if my heart dropped to my panties also,whenever she'd growl when shes pissed or just mad.

this is what was running through my mind as i walked around the library until i felt a hand wrap around my throat with my back slamming against the shelve causing a few books to fall with a small wince escaping my mouth. the second i looked up my eyes were met with carol's ,her face was red and she looked pretty annoyed " have you been fucking avoiding me? huh cookie?" she spat out as she tightened her grip a little. my brows furrowed as i grip her wrist a little "n-no im just trying…trying to do my time here in peace." i stuttered due to both the lack of air and since i was honestly a bit nervous and slightly scared. i heard her scoff as she looked at me with a sneer "thats 25 years. dont fuck with me navia." my neck arched a bit as i could feel her warm breath against my face before i said " god just leave me alone i did nothing to you." i said in a slightly shaky tone as her brows raised with frieda chuckling behind her " growing some balls now arent ya?" she said before squeezing my throat a little

" dont be such a snobby little bitch." she growled before letting go of my neck as she turned and left with frieda following her

i huff as i put my hand over my throat rubbing it slightly,god she definitely left at least a bruise on my throat from how strong her grip was. normally if this ever happened to me i'd cover it with some concealer but now that im in prison i obviously cant so everyone is gonna see it. i groan softly as i made my way to the bathroom after throwing the book aside. carol was right tho, i was avoiding her as much as i can after seeing how problematic but also peaceful at the same she was justing fucking confusing i cant even tell if shes a complete psycho or just mood swings , i would be away from the cell most the time and also away from the table she plays bridge at i would only be in the cell with her whenever i wanted to go to bed. i was just trying to avoid problems as much as i can so i dont get more years added to my sentance after all im probably gonna get released by the time i turn 44/46.

i stayed in the bathroom for the past 15 minutes holding a towel that i ran under some cold water against my neck, i dont know why i thought it would make the bruise disappear but it did fade the slightest bit, i let out a small sigh before walking out as i went back to the block again since it was lunch time, the second i grabbed my trey i went over to sit with alex and piper since theyre the only sane ones here besides you can say were friends now. i sigh as i take a bite of my food noticing both of them staring at my throat which made ne raise a brow,before i could say anything alex suddenly cut me off with "what the hell happened to you..whats that on yout neck?" i press my lips togather before shrugging "its nothing serious" i said with a chuckle but piper raised her brow and crossed her arm " carol?" i sigh as i groan before giving up and nodding as i roll my eyes before spitting out "you guys already know that its carol,why'd you even ask when its clear?" i said a bit frusrated as i grab my fork and start eating until piper said " jesus what did you even do? you told us that youre avoiding her." i raise my brows as i put my hands up "exactly. she noticed and probably not happy about it thats why she uh..choked me?" i shrug before looking up at them both "but hey im still alive. the bruise will eventually disappear" i said as they just looked at each other and just kept eating silently since i was gonna probably snap if they ask more, honestly the more i stayed here the worse my anger issues get

********* 3 hours later **********

i was sat on the top bunk finally since there was no point of avoiding carol anymore, she'd still bother me even if i tried to i just didnt bother to try again. i had a random magazine in my hand as my upper lip curled a bit everytime i saw a extremly hairy man pop up on the magazine or any man in general since im a lesbian, its not big news almost every girl here is. except for carol i think like come on she has all that power and control but she never thought of going down on a girl? maybe shes just straight. my thoughts got interrupted when i heard carol's footsteps coming to the cell, i didnt look up from the magazine instead i just kept flipping through the pages until i heard carol say "burt reynolds is the only one worth wasting time for" she said when she saw me looking at the women in the magazine. i look at her with a slightly disgusted expression before saying "ick..hes not worth looking at" she raised a brow as she leaned on the wall " what are you a fucking dyke? who dosent like burt reynolds?." i put the magazine aside before leaning down with my arm crossed " what are you a fucking homophobic? burt reynolds is stupid,you have bad taste." she growled before grabbing my chin as our noses were almost touching "watch your fucking language when you talk to me." she scoffed before letting go of my chin and threw a ice pack next to me "here..put this on the bruise it'll help i think. and again, you better fucking watch your mouth" she said before she laid on her bunk and grabbed a magazine from under her pillow. i stared at the ice pack thinking this is probably her way of apologizing besides i dont see her as the type to actually apologize so i wasnt surprised. i put the pack against the bruise which made me grut my teeth a bit at how cold it was before i said "thank you by the way." i heard no response from her as i just shrugged it off and grab the magazine again until a random inmate stood by the door and said " uh hey carol..do you still sell horse?" she said as carol just shot her a glare " cant you fucking see that im busy?" she spat out as the girl quickly walked away after apologizing. now that i think about it she probably uses her hidey-hole to sell there and smoke otherwise why would she be there? . i started drifting off to sleep after just constantly thinking about random things in the prison with most of my thoughts running around carol.

before i knew it i woke up with a loud bang on the wall only to see ginger hitting the wall with the baton which caused me to sit up quickly " time to wake up inmate!" she yelled as i groan and rub my eyes, not finding carol in the cell she was probably in her hidey-hole in the library or playing bridge.

i got off the bunk before grabbing a towel as i walked to the bathroom,stripping off my clothes as i got into the shower, i let out a sigh of relief when the warm water hit my skin, i huff when i realized that i left my conditioner in the cell "hey uh can i use some of your conditioner?" i asked the girl in the next shower without looking at her since ive seen enough naked women these past few days ive spent in here

" alright but its gonna cost ya ,use a little i dont want it empty when i take it back." she said but i couldnt really hear her from how loud the water was until the conditioner bottle was thrown at my body and hit my collarbone. i groaned before using a little "thanks" was all i said before rinsing

after 17 minutes i stepped out the shower with a towel that barely covered anything. i was drying my hair with the towel as the girl who gave me the bottle walked out. "carol?" i said as i parted my lips a bit as she took the bottle with a smirk "you're welcome." she said sarcastically before walking past me while adjusting the towel on her body. honestly this was my first time seeing her without her glasses and the halfpart hair, i would be lying if i said she didnt look good. i thought while brushing my hair until i heard a voice next to me say " y'know for a skinny girl you got some nice tits" she said with a chuckle my eyes widened a bit as i look at carol quickly "uh..thank you?" i said with my face turning a bit red when i noticed her eyes on my cleavage. i clear my throat while brushing my hair until i felt a hand spin me around with my back hitting the wall,the brush fell out of my hand as my breath hitched when carol leaned closer. her hands pinning my wrists next to my head as my chest heaving up and down the second her lips brushing over my ear "dont forget that you owe me." she whispered as she looked at how flushed my face is, seeing her sneer as she nibbled on my lips " look at your face..so red because of this?" she spat out while looking into my eyes as i parted my lips a little i was speechless with my heart beating rapidly almost like its gonna jump out of my chest "i want you to work for me..want you to help me sell drugs." she said with her lips brushing over mine as my lips twitched a bit, i had to take a few seconds to process what was happening as she suddenly grabbed my chin and her lip curled a bit. clearly she was losing patience as she narrowed her eyes and said " did you not fucking hear me?" she growled as i nodded my head quickly " fine..i-i'll help you sell." i stutter a bit which made me feel a bit embaressed " good girl..you'll find me in the library" she said sarcastically before letting go of me and walking out the bathroom

i was walking to the library with my head running through what happened in the bathroom earlier.her lips were literally on mine and i was smelling her coconut scented shampoo..i shook the thoughts off my head before walking into the library,going behind the shelve where her hidey-hole was as the second i walked there i saw carol punching and kicking the shelve before she growled out a scream " fucking d cunt bitches! we gotta teach them a fucking lesson frieda!" my eyes widened a bit as i look at them with confusion written all over my face "what's going on?" i said as carol looked at me as she spat out between grutted teeth " the stash is gone!" .

sorry it took me so long to update. but i promise the next chapter is gonna longer and more intresting!

[god-has-entered-my-body]

im back im sorry i cant stop myself i just wanna make mpind george completely incoherent (word of the day) and get him to suck my fingers like helloooooo i just need to overstimulate him NOW

no but THIS

can imagine matty isn't in the room for this, but he's in the house still. You're in your usual position, draped over his chest as one of his arms cradles your back, face pressed into the crook of his neck as you breathe in the scent of his cologne. You start out with a few innocent, your lips pressed to his briefly before pulling away, glassy eyes meeting yours, his rapid blinking making your heart swell.

It all happens wordlessly, neither of you speaking as you go back in you kiss him again, a bit harder this time. George's little gasps only spur you on, the mood shifting as you reach under his thin t-shirt, caressing his chest softly. "Y'alright?" you whisper against his mouth, and George nods slowly, both of his hands on you hips as you scooch up to straddle him.

You don't even think, your body takes over as your fingers trail up his body, rubbing across his collarbones before moving up to stroke his jaw, the pleased sigh that falls from George's lips making you smile.

You can see his eyes droop slightly shut, very much enjoying the feeling of your body pressed up against him, shifting slightly to make the position more comfortable for you. George's quiet "I love you." is muffled by your lips on his, licking into his mouth to draw those high pitched whines you love so much, your hands greedily feeling up his chest.

Again, your hand finds his jaw, then his cheek, rubbing it softly as you pull away to breathe, both of you panting and flushed. His eyes are wide, hair sticking to his forehead as you tap his bottom lip with your index finger, and he parts them willingly, not hesitating for even a second.

The moan that he lets out as you slip two fingers into his mouth is desperate, his adam's apple bobbing as he quite literally swallows them down. You can feel his throat constricting as you press down onto his tongue, the sounds of him quietly gagging going straight to your core.

You can see tears well up in his eyes at the intrusion in his mouth, feel him hard and heavy against your thigh. The effect you have on him makes you head swim with power, loving the control. George twitches under you. Its slight, and if you weren't paying attention you would have noticed it at all. He knows you know, and that only turns him on even more.

"Look so good taking my fingers, doll," you say, lowering your voice and bringing your mouth right by his ear. Your fingers are coated in spit, George now properly gagging as you push them further down his throat. "I wonder how you'll look taking my cock, mhm?"

George's whine, and the way his hips jump makes you dizzy with need, your hips grinding down onto his lap. He only gets louder, sputtering and gagging around your fingers as he tries to formulate a response, failing miserably as pleasure takes over his body.

You finally decide to have mercy, pressing down one last time before letting him breath again, smearing his own spit down his chin as you take your fingers out of his mouth, a sickly sweet smile plastered on your face.

"Want you to be good f'me, doll, find out just how useful that pretty mouth of yours is."

George's eyes flutter pathetically, his hands gripping the fat of your hips to try and ground himself, tether himself to reality. "Please.." is the only thing he can force out, his voice cracking at the end of the one word sentence.

You click your tongue at him, shaking your head in faux disappointment, watching the slightly panicked expression on George's face grow.

"Please, what?" you say, your spit covered hand finding its way back up his shirt, reaching to twist his nipple harshly. He struggles to form words, the added stimulation definitely not helping. The gears turn in his head before it finally, finally clicks.

You cock your eyebrow expectantly as he parts his lips to speak.

"Please, ma'am." he breathes, voice shaky and choked as you press your lips to his, whispering for him to "Stay right there doll, can you do that for me? I need to go get something for us."

Safe to say George is twitching and struggling not to touch himself in the time you're gone, eyes widening and mouth falling open when you return with a gliterally, bright blue strapon harnessed to your hips xxx