#crying screaming throwing up ripping my hair out rolling on the floor

[brunneraleo]

I am back! And with an owl house post because I love this show and I am enduring big sad right now I love this show, all the characters, the humour, the aesthetics, storylines, etc etc and seeing it go is so sad to me but I am glad I got to experience it at all. I drew Luz, because I love this specific design of hers (though all the S3 designs were pretty damn good so it was hard to decide. My other main picks were Amity, Eda or Willow but I just went for the protag). All I did was add a few extra details because I love making things more difficult for myself lmfao I hope you like this piece! and thank you to the owl house team for making such an amazing show. now excuse me while i go stare at a wall for 16 hours straight and then ramble incoherently to my friends about how much I like this show. Watch it if you haven't. pls <3 Please do not repost or trace (Reblogs are fine though, and very much appreciated!) Character is Luz from The Owl House

[the-kinning-hour]

Ok now where are the ao3 authors that will rewrite the entire last arc of the my hero manga 😋 I know you’re lurking somewhere

[iliketangerines]

So I’ve been thinking- Kung Lao gets treated so unfairly and had every chance to become a villain. It makes me so sad I know he has so much burden- I just want to hug him close to my chest and let him cry his heart out while telling him it’s ok to cry and be vulnerable- ((Raidens probably told him not to show weakness and been really hard on him)) I would sacrifice everything for Kung Lao-

So the request is- maybe Kung Lao and reader are fighting on one of the boats ((mk11 aftermath)) and reader sees shao khan heading towards Kung Lao and they see red. They then jump shao khan and beat the every living shit out of him- killing him and by the end they’re out of breath- fist covered in blood and by the end of the whole battle they tell Kung Lao that they couldn’t have anyone take him away.

i can't lose you

a/n: mmmmmm kung lao....

pairing: kung lao x gn!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence

it’s bloody as you rip through the Netherrealm spawn

they’re easy enough to dispose of, mindless soldiers who only knew how to slash and claw, none of the tact that warriors usually possessed

you slice through another one of the soldiers, making your way to the railing and scanning the area for any specific spots you can target

and then you see it, Shao Kahn with his clawed hands around Kung Lao’s neck, laughing boisterously with Sindel by his side and throwing Kung Lao against the railing, making the wood crack with the force

you can see Kung Lao cough, blood spurting from his mouth, and he wipes it away, getting back onto his feet and taking a fighting stance

but his shoulder is bleeding, one of his arms is injured, and you’re sure that he can’t see out of his left eye with the way blood flows into it

you can see them cornering him, and you can’t, you can’t lose him

balancing yourself on the railing, you jump as far as you can, landing on a Netherrealm spawn and killing it as it cushions your fall

you stumble up as fast as you can, throwing one of your daggers and letting it bury itself in Shao Kahn’s exposed calf, and the tyrant roars, looking back at you

his eyes are trained on you, and he raises his axe toward your bleeding figure before charging and leaving Sindel alone with Kung Lao

he’s relentless, swinging and tearing holes into the wooden flooring as you dash and dodge, only getting a few swipes in

but he’s slow and bulky with his swings, and you use it to your advantage to have him kill off the Netherrealm spawn that you stand in front of or bring forward to throw into the axe

he’s getting frustrated and runs toward you, nearly flattening you as you dodge in just the nick of time, and he rams into the large wooden mast of the ship

but he’s back on his feet, running towards you, and you run in the opposite direction, weaving in between the fighting opponents

you can hear him barrelling through them, his heavy footstep never faltering as he chases you through the battle

running toward the edge of the ship, you hold onto the railing and look over the endless bloody sea and turn to Shao Kahn roaring at you and gaining speed

and just as his axe swings in your direction, you fall off to the side, scrambling to get away from his attack, and he barrels through the railing and into the sea

he would die like that, you know he will as you hear his screams drown in the commotion of battle

and then you look back to Sindel, Kung Lao steadily chopping off her hair with his bladed hat, and you run toward her, attempting to distract her

her hair fights back, and you momentarily snort at the thought of fighting hair, before you’re whipped away into a soldier

you apologize quickly, grabbing onto them and rolling you and them out of the way of a Netherrealm soldier’s claws ripping through the wooden floors, and you push them back up to their feet to let them continue their fight

and you scramble to your feet again when you realize her hair is coming down on you to whip you back into the ground

it’s a game of dodge as her hair whips in all kinds of directions, and you try to dance around her and get herself to tangle herself in her hair

but she’s smarter than Shao Kahn and simply throws you to the side when you manage to get caught by one of her traps

and so you rush her, Kung Lao drawing her hair away, and you tackle her to the ground, fumbling for your weapons with one hand, but they’re all gone

the last one must’ve been the one you flung into Shao Kahn’s leg

she strangles you with her hands, crushing your windpipe, and you struggle to breathe as you similarly try to choke her

you can feel your breathe fading away, and you can hear her laughter in your ears

and then there’s a spray of blood against your face, and you can breathe again, your lungs taking in deep gulps of air as you stare at a beheaded Sindel

and then there’s Kung Lao kneeling down next to you, hands running over your figure and checking that you’re okay and if everything was alright

you throw your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a tight hug, and he hugs you back, burying his head into your shoulder

he murmurs that he thought he was going to lose you, and you laugh and say you thought the same

a gunshot flies by your head, shooting right through the head of a nearing Netherrealm beast and you look up and find Cassie Cage nearby and rolling her eyes

she tells you both to save the kissing for after the war and holds her hand out for you to grab and help yourself up

you do so, and then help Kung Lao up, keeping a hold of his hand as you brought it up and kiss the back of his fingers

you promise him a date after all of this was after, and he smiles at you, flicking the rimming of his hat and saying that you better not back out

and then the both of you were back to fighting, side by side

[dottcre]

LITTLE DROPS OF HEAVEN

# track 03 of my fapbruary event || prev track || next track

contains : abo, afab!omega!dottore, amab!alpha!reader, heat cycle, fingering, eating out, mention of mpreg, cervix kissing, breeding, bonding, injuries and teeny bit of blood kink, he passes out after sexy time

“Dottore! Are you alright? Answer me!” You pounded on the door, concern for him growing by the second. He’d locked himself in two days ago, and you had no idea if he even had a source of food or water. He’s been getting reckless recently, no less. “Dott-” The door flew open before you could finish your sentence, and you were pulled into his lab.

Instantly, a sickeningly sweet scent mixed with the metallic scent of blood flooded your senses, causing blood to rush south as you started feeling lightheaded. Dottore’s pupils were dilated, his expression angry as he glared at you, tears in his eyes. “What… fuck…” you hissed out, heart beating so quickly that you were sure he’d be able to hear it. Omega pheromones, his pheromones, and you had to force yourself to hold back against your instincts. “You’re an omega?”

“Help me.” He practically demanded, voice and legs shaky. He was completely naked, his skin burning. His nails dug into the flesh of your arm hard, but you ignored the sting of pain. Your mind was starting to get cloudy, incredibly so, as you fought against Dottore’s scent. It was suffocating, and the scent stuck to every single inch of his lab, your cock painfully hard as you stared at his pitiful, fuckable face. You were sure that you were releasing a fairly large amount of pheromones as well, the way it mixed with his making you lean in, inching closer to him.

The moment you did so, he shoved your back against the door, lips latching onto your skin feverishly as he whined, pressing himself into you as much as possible. Your legs gave out as you slid to the floor, Dottore following you as his hands clawed at your clothes. You could feel his slick through your pants, staining the fabric as he sat on your thigh, grinding his leaking cunt on it. The sight was beyond erotic as you practically ripped your pants open, freeing your cock and sighing in slight relief. His eyes, glazed over with his tears, seemed to light up as he eyed your cock. Before he could grab onto your cock, you picked him up, throwing him over your shoulder and making him cry out at the loss of friction on his pussy.

You headed straight for his large metal table, and in a split second shoving everything off of it. The sound of breaking glass and papers hitting the ground filled the room as you set him down on the cold surface, only to sink onto your knees, pulling his hips toward you as you pressed a kiss to his clit. He cried out, hips bucking into your lips as he screamed for you to do something. You obliged, shoving two fingers into his cunt as you sucked on his clit harshly. He struggled against your strong grip, his pheromones choking you as you craved for more of him. Soon, you replaced your fingers with your tongue, lapping up and drinking in every drop of him. He was sweet as honey, his arousal like drops of heaven on your tongue. He whined, hands tangled in your hair as he forced your head against him, chanting “more” like a mantra.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, licking your lips and moaning at how he tasted. Your head was slightly clearer now, but Dottore seemed to only fall deeper. He tried to sit up, but you pushed him down easily, almost pressing your bodies together as you teased him with the head of your cock, running it up and down his pussy. He was full on wailing now, the utter need to feel full fucking with his mind as he thrust down as much as he could, the most pathetic noise ripped from his throat as he felt you inside of his hot, wet cunt. His hands had a deathgrip on your shoulder blades as his sharp nails dug into the flesh of them, causing rivulets of blood to roll down your body and mix with the sweat. He was fucking himself into you, beyond the point where he could feel the embarrassment his desperation would bring him later on, and you were beyond the point of simply watching as he humped your cock just like the bitch in heat he was.

You adjusted your positions ever so slightly before starting to fuck him, the tip of your cock occasionally kissing his cervix and making him wail with pleasure. His legs had turned to jelly, eyes rolled back and face flushed with redness. Moans were practically ripped out from his throat, hoarse from overuse, but he couldn’t stop. Every sound was a melody to your sex-crazed brain, like cries of joy and relief from the man being thoroughly railed by you.

His neck looked so inviting, like it was just begging to be bitten, for you to bond with Dottore and mark him as yours only. You tried to snap out of it, knowing that it was the sympathy rut talking, but the way he craned his neck and tilted his head back made it harder than it originally was. He squeezed down on your cock as yet another wrecked sob escaped him, words along the lines of “cum” and “breed” slipping from his bitten, bloody lips.

“Want me to breed you?” You rasped, your voice sounding strange to your own ears, and he shuddered. “Make you swell with my children?”

“Yes, yes!” Dottore nodded enthusiastically, finding the strength in his legs to clamp them around your waist, pulling you into him. You could barely laugh as your vision zeroed in on his neck again, and you let yourself teeth at it slightly.

It took all the control within you to not bite down, but it also took Dottore one sentence to fling that control out the window.

“Make me yours!”

Everything was blurry as you went lightheaded, cum filling up his insides as you let your teeth sink into his tender flesh, the slight zing of blood on your tongue making your high even better. Dottore let out a long, drawn out moan as he clenched down on your cock one last time, euphoria filling his body as he finally got the release he needed.

Your head was clearer, now that you and your now mate were both sated, and you managed to catch him as he fell him in your arms, passing out from the intensity of his orgasm. You sighed, pressing your body against his tenderly as you licked around the bite mark, hoping that it didn’t hurt much for him, even if he was into it. You both would have a very long talk about this tomorrow, but for now, you had to clean your tired omega up.

[snowyballlz]

|| Lip Gallagher x reader

Requested by my friend @quacksilvxr xx

Warnings: F!oral sex, P in V sex, Pet names(sweetheart and darling)

Summary: your failing math and your teacher has given you a partner to tutor with, little do you know its your best friends older brother that you hate.

“This is the fifth time you have failed math y/n!” your teacher says in a disappointing tone. you prop yourself up onto your desk and roll your eyes “i couldn’t give two shits miss” you lean you head back.

“language young miss!” your teacher rolls her eyes, i’ve found you a tutor and he’s going to help you, “but miss-” you say in an exaggerated tone “no buts young miss ill send him out to find you when school is over”.

you groan as you slide off the desk walking out the classroom flipping off the teacher, you walk out of the school lighting a cigarette taking a drag from it.

“hey you shouldn’t be smoking in school” a familiar voice says, “oh go cry about it” you chuckle talking another long drag from the cigarette, the person sits beside you and its none other then your best friend Ian.

you hand him the cigarette watching him as he takes a drag from it “ugh my teacher got me a tutor because i’m failing math” you grab the cigarette from your best friend taking another drag from it.

“why not just skip?” the red haired boy suggests, you sigh laying your head on his shoulder “my parents will kill me if i fail again you know what their like” you hand him the cigarette.

it was after school and you were putting your books into your locker “your teacher said i needed to tutor you” a voice says, you slam your locker door shut looking at the figure in front of you.

“oh fuck no” you roll your eyes walking away “cmon y/n i don’t like this anymore then you do, just come over and we can get this over and done with” he follows you.

you turn around to face him “whatever phillip Gallagher ill be around later” you flip him off walking away.

you had just arrived at the Gallagher house trying to mentally prepare yourself for whats about to come, you knock on the door and Fiona answers.

“Oh hi y/n!” she greets excitedly “Ian isn’t here he’s actually at work” you roll your eyes and sigh “actually I’m here for lip” you cross your arms together “oh um well okay” she says confused “LIP!” fiona screams out “Y/NS HERE FOR YOU” you scoff as you watch him walk down the stairs sliding a shirt on over his head.

“hey just come upstairs” he grins. you were sitting on his bed and grabbed your bag and pulled out some books “so math huh?” lip chuckles “yeah i know I’m failing you don’t have to rub it in”.

some time had passed and you had started to get the hang of it “it’s getting hot you don’t mind if i take my shirt off?” lip questions, you scoff “yeah whatever”.

he takes his shirt off and you couldn’t help but stare at his body, the way his abs looked, his triangle tattoo, you were so focused on the boys body.

“huh like what you see?” lip smirks and raises his eyebrows, you quickly snap back to reality looking up at him “fuck off Phillip” you scoff looking away from him.

“thats it” lip sits by your side throwing your books onto the floor “why do you hate me so much y/n” his brow furrowed, “your annoying” she groans looking at him in the eyes.

you look down at his lips then back up to his eyes and before you knew it your lips were on his, lip began to kiss back “wait what will Ian think of this?” he looks down at you.

“i don’t care” you says as you quickly put your lips on his shoving your tongues down eachothers throats, you climbed on his lap straddling him. he puts his hands on your waist kissing you back before ripping off your shirt.

you quickly unclasp your bra and he kisses you down your neck leaving deep purple marks then sucks on your breasts, you let out a moan and quickly cover your mouth.

“don’t cover your mouth sweetheart” he looks up to you, he stops and lays you down on the bed pulling your pants down and begins playing with your clit through the fabric.

“look at how wet you are for me and i didn’t even think you liked me” lip chuckles as he props your knees up and gets between your legs. he begins kissing your thighs leaving purple marks yet again.

you moan at the friction and tilt your head backwards. he then gets to your wet cunt and licks your pussy with the fabric in between him and your cunt.

you moan once again “please” you grip his hair and tilt your head backwards. “please what darling?” he questions “e-eat me out please” you plead.

he moves your panties exposing your cunt, he licks your clit causing you to moan more, he sticks one finger in your hole causing you to gasp at the sudden feeling gripping his hair harder.

he soon inserts another finger causing you to almost go over the edge “i-i’m gonna cum” you say between shaky breaths

“cum on my fingers you can do it” he says while licking your clit. before you knew it your thighs clasped around his head, your head tilted backwards and your legs were shaking.

he pulled his fingers out and licked them right in front of you. kissing you hard once more him shoving his tongue down your throat. you heard the sound of a belt unbuckle and before you knew it his pants and boxers were on the floor.

he slid into your already really wet hole slowly going back and forth to get you adjusted to his cock, once you were comfortable with the feeling he began to thrust into you hard.

you wrapped your legs around his back making out with him hard. you soon felt another orgasam coming on “i-i’m gonna cum again” you moan loudly into his mouth

��just wait a little longer y/n im about to finish” he says. he starts thrusting harder and faster making you hit your climax and as you were riding that high he came into your hole breathing heavily.

he slides out and lays down next to you. “Ians gonna kill me” you look over towards lip “he doesn’t have to know” lip winks at you and smiles “i cant believe i just did that” you stare into his eyes “i knew you wanted this darling” he chuckles looking up at the roof.

[wehaveimagineshere]

First time doing this, hope I'm doing It right. I was curious If I could request some Astarion x Male!Tav Rogue scenarios ? Just some angst and fluff, whatever crosses your mind c:

Heya! Ren here! I saw "scenario" and figured you were looking for me. You didn't specify an admin, so hopefully we guessed right!

You didn't give a specified prompt, so I went with the first thing that came to mind! A little angst, a little fluff, hopefully it's up your alley!

~*~*~

With just the moonlight filtering through the windows to guide your aim, you line up your dagger once more, the makeshift target at the other end of the common room already littered with holes.

A steady inhale. Aim. A steady exhale. Throw.

Bullseye. The blade slides easily into the wood, right next to the two other daggers already thrown true.

With a sigh, you plop down onto the nearby chair, the awaiting bottle of wine quickly in your hand, the drink sliding down your throat, an attempt to ease the thoughts circling over and over in your mind.

Astarion broken underneath that mansion. That cry that had ripped from him had nearly shattered your heart, his dead abuser's blood soaking into your knees as you settled beside him, fingers digging into your pants at the want to comfort but not knowing if he wanted touch.

Karlach's sob behind you. Astarion's forced levity as he ushered everyone to leave. The turmoil in his eyes, the tightness in his smile.

It all kept circling around and around and around.

He'd went straight to his room upon return and hadn't come out since. He needed time to process, to figure out his thoughts and emotions, and you didn't fault him for it. Not for one second.

It just left you restless. Worried. So you'd taken to mindless, quiet activity on the Inn's second floor's common room, anything to keep your hands busy and your mind just a little quieter.

Taking up another dagger from your obscene collection, you start fiddling with the table, digging the point into the wood. Spin the blade. Run your fingers over the hilt. Carve out a small dick into the wood. Spin the blade again. Add a pair of balls to your dick.

A latch unlocking has you going still, obscene artwork forgotten as you peer behind you.

You weren't sure if Astarion could ever look anything but freshly kept. Even with blood splattering his face and clothes on many occasion, cuts and bruises peppering his skin that thankfully quickly healed, his hair had always stayed put. His eyes had always had that amused crinkle, his lips pulled into a small, knowing smile.

Even in the poor lighting you can see his dead eyes, his tired face. His ruffled hair as if he hasn't stopped running his fingers through it since you'd last seen him. The paleness to an already pale complexion.

You stay seated, quiet, allowing him the opportunity to pretend he hasn't seen you, even as your hands start to shake, your chest tighten. Twitchy fingers flip the dagger in familiar tricks instead of reaching out.

He crosses the room on silent feet, slowly sliding into the seat next to you, head bowing, shoulders hunching and elbows keeping his upper body upraised.

Setting down your dagger, you ask quietly, "Want to talk about it?"

A half hearted scoff escapes him. "Talk about it?" A pause, then quietly, "Where would I even begin?"

Leaning forward casually and shifting so you're facing him, you lay a hand down on the table, palm up. When he doesn't move, you wiggle your fingers. Shift your hand closer and wiggle them again.

"What are you doing?" he snipes, the bite missing.

"Letting you know my hand is ready for prime holding time."

His eyes meet yours, a small indignant spark lighting his hues that make you smile. "That is the stupidest thing I've heard, darling."

Now you lift your hand between you, raising an eyebrow and wiggle your fingers once more. The look he gives you screams more of his usual self as he rolls his eyes, fighting a smile as he takes your hand and presses it against the table.

Palm against palm. Fingers sliding to interlock.

"I hate that it works," you hear him murmurs, and you can't help but chuckle.

Quiet settles again and you let it, your thumb sliding over his hand as you give him all the time he needs.

"For years," he starts quietly, eyes staring at your hands, "I've wanted nothing more than to tear his heart out. To give him just a taste of the pain he'd given me. It kept me sane, as sane as I could be." A pause. "I've done it. He'd dead. I've killed him."

"But?" you prompt when he falls silent again.

"But, I..." He looks to you fully then, expression so open and lost it cleaves your chest in two. "I thought I would feel...powerful. In control. But all I feel is... Emptiness. Relief, yes, yet..." His brows furrow. "What do I do now?"

"Anything you want," you respond. Gesturing to the table, you add, "I carved a dick in the table."

He blinks. "Yes," he says dryly. "You did."

A shrug. "And Cazador can't say shit about it."

"Why did I come to you for advice?" he asks with a sigh, amusement lighting his eyes. "I pour my heart out and you tell me about a table dick."

"I think it's a nice dick."

"Yes, yes, it's a nice dick, now can we go back to the part where I was talking about myself?"

You grin. "By all means."

He huffs, but his voice is lighter. "Cazador's gone, and I find myself with a future I only dared dream of."

"You have the chance to figure it out now," you say. "There's no timeline."

He hums in quiet approval. "You're right. I no longer have to look over my shoulder." Another pause. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"You always make me voice everything, don't you?" He shakes your joined hands in mock irritation. "You helped. You trusted me when it was an objectively stupid thing to do. And I'm here now because of it."

Another shrug. "Give me a kiss and we'll call it even."

That smile crosses his lips, the one that always makes your heart sing. "You are an idiot, I hope you know." He leans in. "I would request a much more favorable gift if I were in your shoes."

"Yeah?" you ask, voice dropping. "Like what?"

"Money. A favor." You can feel his breath mingle with your own. "Nothing as simple as a single kiss."

"I wouldn't ask for a kiss from anyone else."

"Good."

The trust he showed you tonight fills your heart and you can only hope he can feel just half of that gratitude as you slide your hand to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss that sends tingles through every inch of your body.

[louloulemons-posts]

Oil At The Coffee Shop V

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Someone new comes to work at the shop and you see Eddie again.

Word Count : 2.7k

Warnings : Not proofread, no use of Y/N, petnames, sad eddie, wayne comforts him, cuteness, fluff, more eddie x reader in this part.

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“Oh uh Hi,” you spoke awkwardly, trying not to stare. “Hi,” he grunted, taking a one step back, then fully retreating to his room. “I uh, I think that’s my cue to leave,” you said to Wayne.

“I hate to admit it, but I think you’re right Honey. Thank you for stopping by and for the treats.”

“Thank you for the tea, it was nice seeing you again Mr Mun-,” he gave you a raised brow, “Wayne.”

“You too Honey, I’ll be sure to stop by the shop soon.” You hummed, bidding the man goodnight and went back to your car, only then noticing Eddies van around the back of the trailer.

Well you had tried to make things better, but could only feel like you’d just made them a whole lot worse.

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His body was screaming, his head was too. He ripped the towel off his body, running to his draws to find clothes. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants he paused in front of the mirror.

They were everywhere. Thick pale marks coated his skin, from his neck to his legs. Completely covered, they hadn’t faded in the last year. He let out a sob.

Falling to the floor he felt arms wrap around him, “It’s okay, Wayne’s got you. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you again, I got you son, I got you,” the man spoke into his curls.

He didn’t know why he was crying. Maybe because she’d seen his ugliness and her face hadn’t changed. There was no malice. No disgust. Just surprise at him being there.

He’d been so cruel. So horrible. Shouted at her. Hurt her feelings. She just wanted to be kind and he pushed her away. Did that make him a monster too?

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Sunday rolled around, the last sunlight of Summer dancing through the windows. Robin had been right, Steve called her this morning inviting her to a barbecue on Tuesday night. Which she happily accepted.

Opening another box, she emptied out more take away coffee cups and lids, taking the back stock to the storage room. The bell on the door rang, “Sorry we’re closed,” you said, walking to the main shop floor.

You smiled at who you came across, “Max! What are you doing here, it’s your day off!” you playfully scolded. “I have someone I want you to meet, this is El. She’s a friend of mine and is looking for a job.”

“Nice to meet you Honey,” you introduced yourself to the curly haired girl with dark ways. “Wait El? Your Hopper and Joyce’s daughter?” She nodded, a small smile on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet you, so do you have any experience?”

“Uh not really, but I’m a quick learner.”

“She’s a good baker, maybe she could help more with the pastries and cakes. Her and Joyce make the best banana bread,” Max told you.

You noticed how the redhead had decided to wear her glasses today - she wasn’t lying when she said her body needed to rest.

“Well if you’re not busy tomorrow, you’re more than welcome to have a trial morning. Me and Max can show you the ropes.”

“I would really like that.”

“Great I’ll see you both at 8am, now go and enjoy the rest of your day,” you ushered them out of the store, hushing Max when she said she’d stay and help with unloading and restocking.

You had to bake a lot today, things that needed to cool over night and be finished tomorrow. Along with changing up the Weekly Special menu, adding your aunts famous Pecan Pie with Maple Ice-cream.

Tying your hair up, you put on your apron and washed your hands. Preparing to bake cakes, and cookies along with many different fruity turnovers (mainly cherry).

Along with that you made some sandwich fillings, like pesto and put some meets into cook. It was a busy, warm and productive day. You knew Callie would be proud, you knew Scotty and the rest of your family would be too.

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When your alarm went off at 6:30 you whined, not wanting to leave the soft comfort of your bed. Pulling yourself up you headed straight to the bathroom, washing your face, and brushing your teeth.

Sliding on a tighter pair of dark slacks, you tucked in your long sleeved white top, rolling the sleeves to your elbows. Tying your hair up and putting on your work shoes.

Taking a punnet of cherries out of the fridge, you headed down to the shop. Switching on the lights, you headed to the kitchen. The ovens were on straight away and you began finishing off what you began the day before.

Shortly after a knock came at the front door, heading it you were greeted by Max and El. “Morning ladies.”

“Morning,” El spoke in a sing song tone.

“Hm,” Max grunted, you’d learnt she didn’t enjoy an early rise.

You also noticed how she wore her glasses again. “Okay, so Max if you could make a start on getting the chairs down and starting up the coffee machine. I’m going to explain to El and show her the basics.”

The red head nodded, yawning into her hand and walked over to the chairs and tables. “Follow me,” you smiled at El. “So here is the kitchen, Max said you’re good at baking so you may become familiar with it very soon.

“People tend to have fruit and warm drinks in the mornings, so savoury you don’t have to worry about until the afternoon. Where I really need you is the counter - helping Max with taking orders and drinks.”

You picked up a finished tray of cookies, and heading back to the front. “You’ll be shadowing Max for today, mainly writing orders and helping her out with coffees and other hot drinks. I’ll show you how to do the cash too.”

After giving the girl a quick run down of what she had to do she smiled. “I think I can do that,” she spoke, her tone very gentle.

“Good, it’ll be great to have you. If you have any questions feel free to ask. I’m just going to finish up in the back, so you can help Max carry on setting up.”

She nodded and walked to her friend, who was labelling cakes. The pair fell into easy conversation, it was nice to see, the only ‘girlfriend’ you’d had was Diane, but she was an in-law, so you didn’t know if it counted.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Monday and Tuesday went around quickly, El did amazing on her training and started full time later on in the week. She wasn’t lying when she said she was a quick learner.

Her and Max worked great together too, you were a bit scared that they’d stand and chat all day, but they were hard workers. You were now headed to Steve’s for his barbecue.

He had said you’d meet his friends again along with some others. Max and El would be there, along with Lucas. You were looking forward to it, but could only assume that Eddie would be there - your stomach turned at the thought.

You understood why he panicked you really did, his scars weren’t anything to be ashamed off. You knew that, they’re healed wounds, but maybe Eddie was still healing from what caused them.

Pulling up to Steve’s you saw Jonathan’s car, along with Steve’s and Vickies. Eddies van nowhere to be seen. Heading to the door you knocked a few times.

“You made it!” Steve said, as he opened the door and gave you a huge hug. “You knew I was coming!” you laughed, allowing him to lead you inside. “Everyone’s out back, I’ll introduce you.”

The garden was full of new faces and familiar ones. Jonathan waved at you, coming over to greet you. “Hey,” he smiled, giving you a hug. “How’s it going?”

“Good how are you settling in?”

“I’ve jumped right into it so it’s great.”

A voice shouted your name, “Hey Robin.”

She came to you, her fingers linked with Vickies. “I wanted to formally introduce you to my wonderful girlfriend, Vickie.”

“Yeah introduce her before you get over the limit of tipsy,” Steve teased.

“Shut up Dingus,” she said, pinching the boys side. “It’s nice to meet you properly,” you said.

“You too, sorry we couldn’t last time. Bambi legs and all,” she motioned to Robin, which made you chuckled. “Hey Steve who’s this?” a curly haired teen asked.

Steve introduced you, “This is Dustin.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said.

“You’re the one everyone’s been talking about!” he exclaimed.

“Dude don’t make her uncomfortable,” Steve nudged him.

“Sorry,” he said, before turning to his friends and shouting, “Guys come here and meet her!” You face flushed slightly, but you calmed when you saw the familiar faces of Max, El and Lucas.

“Hi guys,” you waved to them. They all greeted you back. There were two more boys with them, one slightly familiar and another you were unsure of. “This is Mike,” El said.

Ah Nancy’s brother. “It’s nice to meet you Mike.”

“And you.”

“And this is my Will,” Jonathan spoke from beside you. “Oh my gosh, no way!” you exclaimed. “You’ve gotten so big!”

“It’s been a while,” he laughed shyly.

“Now all the introductions are done, would you like a beer?” he asked.

“Just the one,” you smiled. “I’m just going to say hi to Nancy and Argyle,I’ll come see you guys in a bit,” you said to the younger teens.

“How’s it going guys.” You say down next to Argyle, smiling at the pair. “Babe! It’s so good to see you again,” the boy gave you a smile, his eyes slightly red. “You too,” you smiled and the thoroughly relaxed boy.

“It’s nice to see you,” Nancy spoke.

“You too, oh my gosh I read your article yesterday. It was so interesting!” You had discovered that Nancy was a journalist for the local newspaper.

Jonathan often took the photos that would appear above her pieces, on the side of his own job. Steve plonked himself besides you, handing you a beer and resting his head on your shoulder.

“How’s Scott?” he asked.

“Good.”

“The kids?”

“Good.”

“Missing them?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” you sighed. Letting your head rest on his own.

“They’ll have to come and visit soon, they could all stay here. I have enough room,” he motioned to the large house. “I’ll tell him next time we talk.”

Steve went to continue talking when you heard more greetings being exchanged. “Munson! My man you made it!” Steve smiled, greeting the boy, you’d been so nervous to see.

Dressed in an old band tee, some jeans, a leather jacket. Your stomach flipped but in a very different way that you didn’t understand. You jumped when someone whispered in your ear, “Did you manage to make up?” Max.

“Well I spoke to Wayne. I need to talk to Eddie,” you told her quietly. She nodded and walked away from you, wrapping her arms around the taller boy. “Hey Red,” he smiled, like actually smiled.

He had deep smile lines near his mouth, dimples that sat perfectly on his cheeks, and slight crinkles by his eyes that you knew would result in crows feet as he got older.

It was beautiful.

Sharing greetings with everyone else, he spoke to you, “Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“I’m doing good, you?”

“Good.” You nodded and he hummed. It was awkwardly silent.

“Well let’s start grilling,” Steve broke the tension. “I’ll come help,” you said, walking to the house with the boy. “What the hell was that?” he asked, raising his brow.

“What was what?”

“You and Eddie in the garden. What the hell?”

“It was nothing.” You began putting peppers, onions and tomatoes on skewers to make kebabs.

“Oh my god you like him!” You dropped a piece of pepper. “N-no I don’t!”

“Okay you think he’s cute at least and don’t even deny it I saw how goo-goo eyed you went when he was with Max.”

“Oh my god shush.”

“It’s true then.”

“This conversations done, go start the fire you shit head.”

“Okay okay, but we’re talking about this again.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were all sat around together, some people on the ground and others on loungers, all happily munching away on delicious food.

“So you’re running the cafe?” Dustin spoke to you. “Yeah, along with Max and now El.”

Everyone smiled at that, proud of the pair of them. “How come you moved here?” he asked, taking a bite out of his food.

“Oh uh,” you began to speak.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Steve said, giving Dustin a stern look. “No it’s okay, I inherited the shop when my Aunt Callie passed, but I could only move recently.”

“Steve said you used to be a decorator.”

“I did. I decorated the whole store with his help.”

“In one week?”

“Mhm.”

“And now two of our friends work with you?”

“They do.”

“Do we get friend discounts?”

“If I say yes will you stop making me feel like I’m being interrogated by Hop?”

“Sure.”

“Then yes, you can have a friend discount.”

“Wicked.” You chuckled at the boy, he had nerve you’d give him that.

Everyone laughed at the interaction between the pair of you and the evening went on. Helping Steve clear up plates and wrap up leftovers you hear and squeal and a splash followed by, “LUCAS!”

“You coming in?” Steve asked, motioning to the water. “Probably not, might just roll up my jeans and dip my feet.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

You did just that, sliding off your shoes and socks. Rolling up your jeans a few times, you laughed at the younger kids, currently playing chicken in the water. Max on Lucas’ shoulders and Will on Mikes.

Robin and Vickie were lounging away, smiling at one another. Argyle taking a drag of a cigarette that clearly wasn’t just a cigarette. Dustin and Steve stood in the water chatting. El held onto the side, talking to her big brother and his girlfriend.

Everyone seemed so content.

“Hi,” A voice came from behind you. Turning you head you spoke, “Hi.” It was Eddie, he began to get down next to you. “I um … I was just wondering if we could talk?”

“Yeah of course.”

Meeting the ground next to you, he sat with his knees up to his chest. “Before you say anything, I just want to say I’m sorry,” you said quickly, before he got a word out.

“Y-you’re sorry? What on earth for?”

“Well I didn’t mean to offended you, and then I was rude and then I was just at your home.”

“Sweetheart I was a dick to you. I snapped at you just because I felt insecure. You’ve been nothing, but kind and I’ve taken advantage of that. I can only apologise.”

“You have nothing to apologi-“

“Yes I do, and the trailer. I’m sorry I ran away. I just wasn’t expecting you to get there and um … my scars aren’t the nicest thing to see.”

“There’s nothing wrong with them. They’re pretty fucking cool actually. I noticed your tattoos too. How many do you have?” He seemed taken aback by your reply, “Oh uh, I’ve lost count now, when I remember I’ll let you know.”

“I’m thinking of getting one, right here,” you motioned to a space on your upper forearm. “Oh yeah, what would you get?”

“I’m looking for inspiration.”

“It’s where my first one is,” he said.

“Really?” He nodded, pulling his arm out of his jacket. His shirt was long sleeved so he rolled it up slightly so you could see. It was a demonic looking puppet with a hand controlling it.

“Wow that’s so cool,” you said, gently tracing the line work. You could feel the bumps and dips of scaring as you did so. His breath hitched and you met his gaze. Deep chocolate eyes. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know. Just thought it was really fucking metal.” You huffed a laugh at that, “It is, fucking metal.”

“Hey Sweetheart?” He said, rolling down his sleeve and tugging his jacket back on.

“Hm?”

“Do you think we could start over?” he asks. You smiled, introducing yourself to him. “I’m Eddie,” he grinned.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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[konstya]

finally wrote angst

His already bitter expression soured a bit more. “Do you really mean this? That this, all we’ve been through, is ending here. Just because of your goddamned attitude?!” he yelled. He screamed, even. His shrill voice made my ears hurt and ring with pain. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin and die. Feel the wind and soft spring air, something so pleasant and human, hit my skin-less flesh. To feel myself bleed. To hear my own voice for once. But, i was here. In front of Chuuya. A Chuuya on the brink of throwing the broken wine bottle in his hand at me.

“Hello? Answer me! You really want to leave everything we built, together, double black, behind because of some old geezer? He was in the mafia, it was due to happen!”

It was then. Then I decided it was best if I leave. The sentence that gave me a reason to truly leave. A reason to throw everything I worked for, my ‘family’ behind. The part where I wanted to kill the only, barely visible thing in front of me. I wanted all hell to strike down on him.

I stomped over, tears clouding my fucked-up vision, pointing a long, bony finger in his direction. I couldn't tell if I was crying. My whole face was permanently warm and cold, cold were Oda held. My hand was still reddish-brown with his now lukewarm and crusted blood. I screeched like never before, like a siren. It scratched my throat devilishly, but i kept on. Only after a few moments was i able to hear through my own thoughts.

“GOD, CHUUYA! THIS IS WHY! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY NOBODY CARED FOR YOU! THIS IS WHY YOU ONLY EVER GET THROWN IN THE TRASH LIKE THE FUCKING GARBAGE YOU ARE! WHY WOULD I EXPECT ANYTHING OF SOMEONE WHO ISN’T HUMAN?!”

He was speechless. He stepped back, winding his arm down, letting them fall to his side with a stunned expression. He was still angered, of all things, it was more visible now. His blue and brown eyes widened and pupils twitched, lips threatening to split. He was on the verge of tears, eyelids opening and closing at an alarming pace as a single bead of sweat dripped down his temple.

"w-what?"

His breathing sped up, he started sweating more and more, tears started forming in his eyes. he swallowed bitterly, still staring into my eyes.

"what-t the fuck, dazai? what THE FUCK?!"

in a few moments, his voice threatened to raise, voice scratchy. the ends of his hair stuck to his sweating face, tears pouring.

I looked at him with a life less expression, yet, on the inside, I was scratching at my face, ripping off and killing every little thing breezing my skin. I clenched my jaw, waiting for him to begin again.

"WHAT THE FUCK? DAZAI, WHY WOULD YOU EVEN-" he wiped his face. he was sweating badly. "ITS NOT MY FAULT HE DIED! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIM! ALL I KNOW IS THAT HES 'SO MUCH BETTER' THEN ME!? WHY WOULD I BE SORRY THAT MY COMPETITION DIED?!"

he raised his arm with the wine bottle back up, threatening to throw it at him, tears streaming down his face before he turned around, stomping off and throwing the bottle onto the ground. it shattered into millions of pieces, a few hitting my legs, as well as some maroon liquid. it spilled onto the floor, staining the tip of my shoe. I crouched over to inspect the glass, only to be met with my reflection. my hair was so greasy that the lamplight reflected off it, casting a dull glow on my tear covered face. it had a droplet of wine rolling down my lower jaw. my eyes were lifeless, half lidded with no light in them. I picked up one of the shards, slipping it against the pad of my thumb, leaving a small cut.

"ah!"

I hissed. I threw the glass against the wall at the sight of blood slipping off my hand.

after a few more moments, I accepted it, getting- no, stumbling- back on my feet. I was already in my 'living space', a shipping container, and fell onto the bed. I hadn't even cared to wash Oda's blood off my hand- it was the last trace of him. mori took his body. ango erased his files a long time ago. he hadn't ever existed, even the owner of the ramen shop was gone. the orphans too-

thinking about it left a horrid feeling in my mouth. made me want to puke, peel off my skin, gauge out my eyes...

he kept thinking back and back to his memories of him. him saying goodnight on his first night meeting him, saying his last 'bye', the feeling of his hand still slightly present in the ruffled side of his hair, the small, pained smile that graced him while he passed.

I felt guilt, but I had done the right thing, right...? if I had kept him around, he would have suffered longer. if I stopped him joining this hell, he wouldn't have died.

"goodnight, dazai."

I let his voice echo in my ears as I closed my eyes tightly.

[mochiwrites]

the demons possessed me so here’s a short drabble based on @idioddyssey and I’s fanlife characters reuniting in the afterlife <3

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A pair of dull, red eyes stare at the ruined remains of a home she once considered a safe haven. The front door has been blown clean off, the walls now rumbled remains in the grass, terracotta spilling into the water below. Part of the ceiling has been torn away, singed from the blast of the End Crystal. Their chests are damaged, items spilling onto the floor. And the floorboards are burned or have been blown up into pieces.

Looking at the remains of their home, Minnie’s heart is in her throat. Her eyes fill with tears, and grief settles in her chest. She clenches her fists as she stands on the edge of the pond, standing right at her grave, the place she loved and lost. The place where she screamed to see her partner until her throat went raw and TNT rained down on her head.

She can still see the crater in the sand.

Fresh tears well up in her eyes and she sniffles.

“I figured I’d find you here,” a voice says behind her, and Minnie whirls around. Behind her is her partner, her love, her life. And Cerenci looks at her, lips quirking up in a little smile when she notices that she has Minnie’s attention. “Hello, darling.”

The moment her eyes meet Cerenci’s soft magenta ones, she breaks.

A sob rips itself from her throat, and she’s throwing herself at the other. She wraps her arms tight around her partner, the tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry!” she cries out, “Cerenci I-I’m so sorry!”

“Min–”

Without giving Cerenci a chance to speak or even return her hug, Minnie pulls herself back and grips her by the shoulders, her fingers desperate as they cling to her. “I didn’t know!” she exclaims quickly, “I-I didn’t know they were going to do that, I didn’t want you to die! Not like that!” She stares at Cerenci’s eyes, her own wide and frantic and pained as her lips wobble and her body shakes from her cries. “I swear to you, Cerenci, I didn’t know!”

“I know, I trust you.” Cerenci’s voice breaks through Minnie’s tears, lifting a hand to wipe away some of Minnie’s tears. Her fingers move to brush a few stray strands of hair behind Minnie’s ear, the action gentle and comforting. “Don’t worry.”

Even with Cerenci’s hand in her hair, Minnie shakes her head, “No, no I am going to worry!” She sniffles loudly, shoulders still trembling. “I killed you! I-I had been trying so hard to ignore it, to deny those damn voices in my head and the bloodlust.” Her voice breaks as she speaks.

The moment replays in her mind, it has been replaying in her mind. Along with her final death. The rush of adrenaline. The weight of her axe in her hands. Cerenci’s voice echoing in her ears, “Are we doing this right now?!” She hadn’t expected to win. She was ready to die, but at least it would have been to the hands of her love. But she did. She killed Cerenci. And she hates the way that she could feel her blood croon and sing in pleasure. The way that the voices in her head cheered at the betrayal and she herself laughed.

The guilt had been immediate. A hollow feeling had settled over her, wrapping her in a thick blanket of remorse. Everything from that point on felt muffled, and she never quite got the taste of copper out of her mouth.

The realization of what she had done was enough to break her from the fog in her mind, but not quite. Even as she stood beside Cerenci, after apologizing and giving her those flowers and arrows, the ghosts had only demanded more from her. They screamed at her, wanting blood and a second betrayal and Minnie just didn’t have it in her. Not again. All she wanted was to collapse against Cerenci and hold her and cry until there were no tears left.

“You’re forgiven,” Cerenci says, her hand moving back down to Minnie’s cheek. She cups it, fingers kind and loving.

It makes Minnie’s heart break, and she feels like wailing. “You should’ve betrayed me,” she croaks.

“Oh, love.” Cerenci’s voice is gentle as she looks at Minnie, her gaze soft but empathetic. “Look at me, Minnie,” she commands firmly but still kind in the way she speaks. Raising her other hand, Cerenci holds Minnie’s face in her hands, “I spared you because of love and because it was worth lasting with you. Betraying you wasn’t on the table.”

What neither of them say is that it was expected. Minnie’s betrayal was something they both saw coming the moment she turned red. Even if they joked about it, and even if Minnie asked Cerenci to join her, they knew it would happen.

One can only ignore the voices for so long.

Minnie sniffles, whining in her throat as she stares at Cerenci’s loving expression before tucking her face into the crook of her neck. She wraps her arms around Cerenci, and it is relieving to finally hug her without the urge to stab her in the back. To hug her without blood rushing in her ears, to finally be rid of the taste of copper.

When she feels Cerenci press a kiss to her hair and arms snake around her, Minnie squeezes her eyes shut tightly and sinks into her embrace.

They stand there like that for who knows how long, no longer working with the ever present fear of turning the corner and meeting the end of someone’s weapon: enemy or ally. They stand there in each other’s arms, letting their hearts begin to heal without the fear of dying.

“‘Renci?” Minnie speaks up, not moving her head.

“Hmmm?” Cerenci hums, dragging her fingers up and down Minnie’s spine.

Lifting her head up to look at her partner, Minnie takes a soft breath. “Can we go home now?” she asks, something pleading.

Cerenci’s gaze softens, briefly flickering over to their ruined home before looking back at Minnie, and she nods. “Of course, hon.”

Separating, Minnie takes Cerenci’s hand in her own, and the two of them turn toward their home. It may be ruined, but it is theirs. They built it and made it their own, and it is a place of love. It is their final resting place.

And on the ground where they once stood, sitting on top of the grass, is a golden feather and a torn, blood covered bow. They are together.

[morphelse]

im turning eighteen tomorrow,,,, this is so sick and twisted im screaming, crying, sobbing, bawling, shaking, throwing up, punching the walls, pulling out my hair, rolling on the floor, sliding down to the wall, dramatically banging my head on the wall, ripping my hair out, punching air coughing shattered into pieces mentally

[levithestripper]

screaming crying rolling on the floor throwing up ripping my hair out

day 1: favourite character s

Was speaking today to @darksidekylux about how I always miss @vikingsevents Autumnal Equinox.

Shortly after, I saw that it starts today and seized the opportunity to sit down and draw this piece. I felt a bit rusty because I haven't drawn Athelstan and Ragnar in so long but I am pleased with the colours!

Happy Vikings event, everyone!

[vikingstoner69]

Peter Hale/Reader: His

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Peter hale/reader

Summery: peter calms you in the way you have always wanted 

Rating:Smut

You sigh and dry off throwing on Peter's shirt and boxer shirts. You walk into the living room to find Peter sitting on the couch shirtless. You walk over to him till you touch his knee and you straddle him.

"I missed you" you say kissing his neck. His hands go to your hips and you bite your lip.

"I had to hold Derek's hand today while looking for that body" he huffs and you grin. You play with the hair at the base of his neck and run your nails down his neck.

"Maybe you should come to the bedroom and I'll rub your back?" You grin, nipping his neck and his hold tightens.

"Kitten behave" he growls in warning but you don't listen and suck a mark on his neck making him growl.

"What if I don't want to behave? What if I want to be your bad girl?" You say nipping his ear and you grind down on the growing bulge. Peter chuckles and his hand lands on your thigh and his other around your throat making you moan.

"You just can't help yourself can you?" He chuckles and you bite your lip. You both knew this was because of the super full moon but the other part is you loved to fuck Peter.

"Oh please we both know you want me" you smirk moaning as you roll your hips and his hand gose to your hip holding you still making you growl and he flashes his eyes in warning.

"There is something I want even more" he growls, he pulls your mouth to his and he kisses you deeply biting your lip when he breaks the kiss. At this point you are soaking your panties and his pants as you try to catch your breath.

"What's that?" You pant catching your breath. You felt your cunt throb painfully and whine when he held you still.

"Your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock" he growls against your neck and ear making you moan and whine. He pulls back till your lips are almost touching and he nips your lip and you moan.

"You know I always love to suck your cock" you smirk and slide to the floor and undoes his pants and pulls them down letting his cock spring free. You reach up and grab his cock and slowly start to stroke him. You lean forward and suck the head of his cock and you both moan.

"Fuck! Good girl" he growls as you deep throat him. You Moan at his words and you look up at him as you gag a bit and you pull off for some air.

"I love how your cock feel in my mouth" you say before sucking his head back into your mouth and his free hand winds in your hair and he holds your hair still as he fucks your mouth and throat. Peter lets out a growl as he cums down your throat. He lets you go and you pull off him and swallow down everything he has given you.

"Come here!" He growls pulling you back in his lap and ripping your soaked panties in the process.

"Peter!" You cry out when he rubs your clit. Peter bites your lip and you lean down and kiss him deeply. Peter's other hand touches your breasts making you moan.

"Strip and get in the bed" he growls letting you go and you whine at the loss of his touch. But you walk with shaky legs to his room and strip naked and you crawl in the middle of his bed and you let out a whimper when his scent fills your nose and you feel hot and needy.

"Spread your legs show me what's mine" he growls stroking his cock. You moan and spread your legs showing him your soaked pusay and he groans.

"Please" you moan as your cunt burns and throbs for him.

"What do you want?" He groans, stroking his cock faster.

"I want you to fuck me till I can't move" you moan your hands roaming your own body. You moan as you rub your clit as you watch Peter jerk off over you. Peter let his cock go and he crawled over you.

"But first i'm hungry" he growls as he sucks your clit in his mouth and you grab his hair as you thrust up. Peter holds you I still and you moan and scream for him.

"Fuck! Peter! Please fuck me!" You scream as he shoves his tongue deep inside of you. Peter growls and kisses and bites up your hips and stomach to your breasts where he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard as you wrap your legs around his waist. Peter kisses up to your neck where he sucks and bites making you moan.

"Who do you belong to princess?" He growls in your ear pulling back to look down at you. His blue eyes shining electric blue, your own eyes shining just as bright.

"You Peter! My alpha I'm yours!" You cry out as he bites your neck leaving his mark claiming you as his. You moan as he thrusts into you making you cry out.

"You're mine!" He snarls as he pounds into you. Your nails leave bloody marks behind. You lean up and kiss him deeply and nip his lip as you flip you both over.

"And you're mine!" You snarl as you ride him. Peter's hands hold your thigh and hip as you bounce on his dick.

"Fuck your tight!" He growls as your sharp nails leave marks down his chest as you moan feeling closer to cummung. Peter snarls and you are on your back once again making you moan loudly.

"Please" you moan as he fucks you hard. Your claws in his back making him growl and snarl. Peter grabs your throat as he fucks into you his bright blue eyes shine in the dark making your cunt clench around him and he groans.

"You wanna cum? Then be a good girl and beg for me" he growls, kissing you sloppily making you moan when he pulls back.

"Peter Please!" You whine and he starts to slow his thrusts and you growl.

"You can do better than that baby girl" he growls, slapping your breasts making you cry out.

"Fuck Peter Please! I want to cum! I want to cum so I can feel you cum deep inside of me! Cum so much I have your pup" you cry out Peter snarls and pulls out and flips you over onto hands and knees. He pushes back in as he grabs your hair pulling you back into his thrusts.

"Fuck! Such a good girl! Cum on my cock" he growls smacking your ass making you cry out. You scream as you cum hard your cunt clamps down on him and he moans deeply. You knew Peter was close.

"Fuck Peter give it to Me fill me full!" You moan and he growls and stiffens up as he cums you moan and bite your lip when you feel his hot cum. Peter flops onto his back and looks over to you with a cocky smirk on his face as he tries to catch his breath.

"I think maybe you should help me with a shower and maybe a rub down?" You grin and lean down to kiss him and he grabs your lip with his teeth making you shiver.

"You just can't get enough can you?" He smirks as you straddle him.

"Well what can I say? You make me so wet all the time. Now let's go get in the shower while I suck your cock" you grin standing up and walking naked to his bathroom leaving him staring after your.

"Your asking for it" he chuckles as he gets up to follow you.

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: hard to let go | hrj

summary | your high school friend group had an ambiguous and messy end, and you never got any closure for anything. two years later, and lee donghyuck’s girlfriend lives on the same floor as you, and you’re forced to face huang renjun, whose abandonment hurt you the most.

genre | huang renjun x fem!reader, haechan & reader (platonic, also incredibly negative), most intense situationship ever, non-idol! au, college!au, angst

warnings | alcohol, throwing up, haechan (and jaemin) are terrible people, victimization, villainization, toxic friendships, a bad fight between y/n and her mom is briefly depicted

wc | 4.3k

a/n: huang renjun marry me please i’m free thursday and every thursday after that i also don’t have classes on monday if you would like to hang out then.

ft. people i made up

THERE IS NOTHING GOOD ABOUT LOVE, OR COLLEGE.

You should’ve realized how much you hated school before you’d gone and put your all into college applications, but it was too late now, and you were already here. The clock was getting closer and closer to 3 am, and you had an 8 am lecture you needed to be up and prepped for.

The equations in front of you didn’t care about your 8 am lecture, though.

As you took a deep breath, resolving to take one more stab at the gibberish in front of you, the door to your dorm room flew open. You practically jumped out of your seat, your pencil flying out of your hands. A boy you’d never seen before stood behind her, gently trying to lead her into the room.

“Oh my god, Koeun,” you said, standing up from your desk chair. You had to stop for a moment, brushing off the wave of dizziness caused by your exhaustion. Then, you walked over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and taking her away from the poor boy who’d gotten her here.

She tried to push you away, but you’d dealt with this more times than you could count; you grabbed her wrists as she tried to push you, pulling her over to her bed and practically pushing her onto it. The moment she laid down, she passed out and slumped over onto the hard, university-complimentary mattress.

“I’m so sorry for the trouble,” you said frantically, rushing back up to the boy. “I’ve got it from here, so you can go ahead and go home. Thank you so much for bringing her back.

“Uh, no problem.”

The boy looked down at you with a confused look on his face, chewing on his lip as he did so. He smelled like cigarettes and alcohol, more than Koeun did—it was impressive to meet someone who bested her in that.

“Do I know you?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “I swear, you look so familiar.”

“Sorry, but I don’t recognize you at all,” you replied, suddenly wanting him to leave a lot more than you originally did. “Have a good night.”

You slammed the door on his face, glad to be free from the smell of illegal parties. Koeun rolled over on the bed, letting out a loud snore, and all you could do was thank the lord above that you wouldn’t have to deal with her puking all over the room.

A sigh escaped your lips as you approached your desk, flopping back down onto your desk chair. What a bore this was—while Koeun went out and got drunk every night, you were here, bogged down by the pressure of your chemistry homework.

You wanted to scream and cry and jump around the room, rip your hair out strand by strand, cry until you couldn’t read the problems on the page; Koeun wanted to frolic in flower fields and go to expensive cafés to take pictures.

“You wanna know something, [First]?”

The sound of Koeun’s slurring made your previous relief vanish in the second, so you pushed yourself up from your chair, seeking out the bucket you recently bought.

“What do I want to know, Koeun?”

She giggled, grabbing the bucket from your arms and hugging it to her chest. “Kim Yeona lives on our floor.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yup, she does. Two doors down.”

“Kim Yeona is dating Donghyuck.”

You felt yourself tense, and your knees weakened substantially. That was a name you hadn’t heard since three years ago, when you were a bright-eyed, seventeen-year-old girl who floated through life like a duck on a pond.

Yeona was a sweet girl—you could see why Donghyuck would choose her of all the people who probably threw themselves onto him. But, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had known, if he knew what dating Yeona would do to you. He’d been a main offender in the end, and you were unsure he ever got the closure he truly wanted.

“Is she?”

“Mhmm…Yeona doesn’t know about you. Nobody’s told her. Donghyuck—” Koeun hiccuped, and you cringed, hoping she wouldn’t open the floodgates. “Donghyuck hasn’t told her what he did to you. He knows Yeona would break up with him. But—get this—he said he doesn’t regret it, [First]. I heard it with my own ears, as I chugged another glass off…um…whatever I chugged, and—he was there, [First]. In the flesh. He was there. And he ignored me, too. He pretends like he never did anything wrong.”

You took a step back, mind racing and heart pounding. He said he doesn’t regret it. What a joke that was—how could he not regret it? In what world could someone be so heartless?

“Go to bed, Koeun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She hiccuped, reaching out towards you. “Renjun—” she slurred, exhaustion lacing her voice. “Renjun should’ve chosen you.

You wished Lee Donghyuck had just killed you—pushed you out a window, thrown you out of a car, accidentally tripped you off the side of a pier—before he’d begun the campaign to destroy your existence.

“Oi, [First],” Donghyuck called, catching up to you in the hallway. The sound of students chattering and doors sliding filled your ears, nearly drowning out his calls, but you could hear them just enough to stop and turn. He half-smiled, draping a loose arm around your shoulder when he caught up to you. “D’ya got the answers to the calc homework?”

“When have I ever done the calc homework?” you snorted, hugging your books closer to your chest. Donghyuck sighed so heavily you could feel his chest expand into your shoulder, causing your heart to speed up a bit. You weren’t into Donghyuck—not in the slightest, given the situation you’d found yourself in—but he always made you a bit nervous.

You could never tell what he was thinking. You’d been friends since your first year of high school, so you’d watched him build people up just to drag them down with the same hands he’d used to build. It was scary. Sometimes, you wondered if you were next, but from the way he treated you and the way Mark insisted you weren’t, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“I wish we were friends with more people in our class. I feel stupid every time I walk in ‘cause I always gotta do the homework as she’s walking around to collect it.”

“Yeah, well, our class is stuck-up city. Bunch of rule-follower teachers' pets. Plus, Haeun hates me, so she’d never give you answers.”

“Haeun, hm,” he hummed, forcefully turning you towards the front doors of the school. “We’re skipping today, by the way.”

“What?”

“You never skip with us,” he said, so nonchalantly you could have thrown up. Your boundaries had officially been crossed; you ducked down, losing Donghyuck’s arm from your shoulders and causing him to stop and turn.

“That’s because my parents will kill me, Hyuck. Skipping class would get me grounded for weeks,” you replied, frowning. “Sometime after exams, I will, but for now…I just need to be consistent. Okay?”

“What about if I had Renjun come get you?” he asked, taking another step towards you. The presence of your classmates in the halls began to fade, with more and more people returning to their classrooms as lunch approached its end. “If I had star student Na Jaemin take you to the nurse? Or would you still turn it down?”

“I—”

“I feel like I’m losing you, [First]. We never hang out, not like we used to. We never talk. You never meet up with us after school, no matter how much we invite you. Even Koeun comes with us, but never you. Even Mark came with us last year, and he’s more stingy than you. Do you even care about us anymore?”

“Of course I care, Donghyuck. I just need to think about the future for a bit.”

“What future is there to think about if you’ll marry Huang Renjun and get a cut of Chenle’s dad’s billions?”

You looked at him, hurt building up in your heart. You didn’t want to be an extension of Renjun and Chenle; you wanted to be yourself, wholly, with a life you built by yourself. Not a life built by Chenle’s birth luck and Renjun’s family-friend status.

That didn’t overtake your pure want to be accepted by Donghyuck.

“Go get Jaemin, then.”

He smiled a devious smile, lips curling up and eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sounds good. Wait here.”

It only took a day for you to see him on campus. He was across the main quad, sitting on a picnic blanket with your neighbor, Yeona, and feeding her strawberries.

His smile was so genuine it made your heart want to shrivel up into nothing, his happiness was so real it made you want to march over and ruin it. Lee Donghyuck made you feel a lot of emotions—anger, sadness, betrayal, nostalgia—but you couldn’t pull one ahead of the others, and that was the reason you couldn’t fight back against him way back when.

Part of you hoped Koeun heard him wrong. That she mistook the does regret it for doesn’t regret it. That, if he could, he would apologize, and he would give your new number to Jaemin so he could apologize, too. “Mark got through to me,” he’d say, referencing the boy who protected you from Lee Donghyuck’s meaningless wrath until he couldn’t anymore. “I wasn’t in the right place.”

You looked away when Yeona saw you staring, rushing towards the sciences building with tears already building in your eyes. You knew you didn’t miss Donghyuck—you could never miss him, after what he did to you—and that you were missing someone close to him, but an apology from Donghyuck meant an apology from him.

An emotional one. A pleading one. A “please, let’s finish what we started” apology that could only be given to you.

It would never happen. You hoped Yeona either broke up with him or moved out soon.

You felt like your stomach was caving in on itself.

You hated skipping class; the more you pushed, the closer you got to your parents finding out. The nurse never questioned the fabricated fever on the thermometer, not when Na Jaemin was behind you, frowning and patting your shoulder. But, the more you feigned sickness, the more likely it was going to be for the nurse to call your parents and ask how you were doing at home.

They’d find out after that. Even if you used Donghyuck’s lie, which was telling her you didn’t want to get in trouble so you’d been staying at his house during the school day. Not only would you be destroyed for going to a boy’s house without permission, but you’d also be destroyed after your mom took you to the hospital and found nothing was wrong.

Nevertheless, you kept coming. Like today. You sat on a cold, large rock next to Renjun, who was smiling and laughing with the rest of the group. Koeun and you were sitting back to back as she slept, head resting on your shoulder.

Despite how people surrounded you, you still felt cold.

“I just don’t get why she thought it would be a good idea to ask me out. I mean, if she wasn’t so ugly, I’d say yes, but…” Jaemin sighed, throwing a rock at Jeno, who was also nodding off and for good reason. According to Koeun, after you left early last night to make sure your parents didn’t suspect anything of you, they’d all stayed up together until Jeno caught a shooting star on camera. You felt left out, but it was for your self-preservation, so you didn’t care too much.

Jeno jerked awake as the rock hit his knee, a loud yelp escaping his lips. “What the fuck, Jaemin? That fucking hurt, holy shit,” Jeno swore, holding his knee. Jaemin just laughed, which was followed by Donghyuck and Chenle joining in. Jeno hopped up, beginning to run towards Jaemin, who also pushed himself off the ground and began to run.

Mostly everyone followed, except for Renjun, who stayed next to you, and Koeun, who stayed asleep. Renjun looked at you, taking your mostly-alone-ness to cover your hand with his and initiate a conversation.

“Are you okay, [First]?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Renjun said, immediately calling you out on your bluff. Koeun shifted against you, and you could tell she was awake now, but you didn’t say anything. “You don’t like skipping—I know you don’t. You don’t have to come with us, you know. You care about school a lot more than the rest of us do, and that’s okay. We’re still your friends.”

“But Donghyuck said—”

Renjun cut you off by squeezing your hand, a lot tighter than you would’ve liked him to. “You did this with Mark, too, but Mark was nicer and less of a tyrant,” he said, turning to make sure none of the other boys were coming back. Koeun shifted again, firmly pressing her back against yours. “[First], just because Donghyuck is our quasi-leader now that Mark is in college doesn’t mean you need to follow his word like it’s sacred scripture. He does not decide how things go around here. Don’t risk your parents getting mad just to sit in a park and do nothing all day, okay?”

“Okay.”

Maybe you should’ve noticed how jealous Renjun was, and how it was already too late.

“I’d rather see you after school and on the weekends than never see you at all because your parents grounded you, [First].”

The unspeakable was going to happen at some point, no denying it, so maybe you should’ve tried to prepare for it more.

You had an empty laundry bag draped around your arm as you descended the stairs from the fifth floor of your dorms, where the laundry room was. The sound of quarters jingled in your pocket, excited for when you’d go back up to move your laundry from the washer to the dryer.

You had headphones on your head, music blasting loudly. You whistled the tune, taking the lanyard off your neck to unlock your door as you emerged into the third-floor corridor and found yourself opposite Lee Donghyuck.

His eyes widened as you skidded to a stop, almost running into him. Yeona stood behind him, purse on her shoulder, and you assumed you were running into them as they were about to leave.

How unlucky were you?

The difference between Yeona’s and Donghyuck’s facial expressions was palpable, so much so you could’ve laughed. His eyes were filled with malice, mixed with a sick sense of accomplishment; nevertheless, he looked disgusted. Yeona looked overjoyed to be seeing you.

“[First]!” Yeona exclaimed, stepping in front of Donghyuck. She drew you into a tight hug, a smile drawn on her face. “I haven’t seen you in a while! How’s Orgo treating you?”

“Miserably,” you mumbled, clearing your throat. “Not to rain on your parade, but I’ve got an online class in a few minutes…”

“Oh, before you go, let me introduce—”

“I know him,” you cut her off, ignoring how Donghyuck’s smile seemed to grow at your discomfort and Yeona’s seemed to fade. “We went to high school together.”

And you brushed past her, marching towards your room and not looking back.

“Mom, you can’t do this to me!” you screeched, lunging and just barely managing to grab your phone out of her hands. “Take away my free time, my stuffed animals, whatever you want, but you can’t take my phone.”

“Why not, huh?” she yelled back, getting in your face. “Your awful friends are who did this to you! They’re ruining my daughter, [First]! I should be able to take away your friends if they’re getting in the way of your education!”

“I will not let you isolate me again! I’ll never leave the house outside of school, hell, you can pick me up and drop me off, but I will not let you isolate me!”

“Fine! Let’s see what happens when that awful Lee Donghyuck unfriends you because you can’t destroy your future, and you have no friends at all because he’s the leader of the pack! You’re better off rotting away in your room than you are talking to him.”

Koeun sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and giving you the most pitiful look she’d ever given you.

“I should’ve punched him. Gotten myself expelled. I should’ve beat the shit out of Lee Donghyuck,” she finally said. “Renjun, too.”

You frowned. “Renjun didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Since when was abandoning your almost-girlfriend the right decision, [First]? Do you remember what you told me after you snuck out with him that night? You said you could spend the entire rest of your life with him, and he left you the next day—just like that. Stop forgiving his mistakes without an apology.”

You stayed quiet, listening to the commotion in the hall. They were out there—at least three or four of them—hanging out with Yeona. You’d heard them call it a “first meeting,” meaning Yeona was new, and there was no way she’d known anything.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you heard Yeona say, giggling as she did. There was a beat of silence, and then a chorus of loud ews and get a rooms, which you assumed meant Yeona and Donghyuck had shared a quick kiss.

“Be back soon, baby.”

Your stomach churned, and Koeun angrily got up and stomped over to where her headphones were charging. A few more beats of silence occurred as Koeun put the headphones over her ears, drowning out the noise of your ex-friends.

“Is that really [First] and Koeun’s room?”

“Watched [First] walk into it. Pathetic, right? How uncomfortable they must be knowing I’m dating their neighbor,” you heard Donghyuck say, laughing as he spoke. “If they were here right now, I’d suggest we pop in for a visit, but I doubt it. Koeun’s an alcoholic and [First] is obsessed with her books.”

“Are they popular, or something?”

“Incredibly. [First] is a campus favorite, according to Yeona—”

You shoved your airpods in your ears, pressing play on the first song you saw.

The night sky was so pretty during the winter. It was clear and cloudless, a break from the constant snow and clouds that seemed to assault Seoul.

This was, quite possibly, the first time you’d felt comfortable sneaking out. When you skipped school with Donghyuck, you always felt so unsafe, like your mom would show up and scream at you any minute. But, when you were with Renjun, you felt safer than you ever had.

“I wish it was easier to take pictures of the stars,” Renjun sighed, reaching his hand up to the sky. You both laid on a random blanket he managed to unearth from a closet in his house, out in a field near your house. You’d managed to sneak pillows out, too, making a makeshift bed on the open, grassy land. It was calm and quiet, the only noise being whatever you two decided to say.

“Maybe it’s better for it to be difficult. The night sky is best viewed in real life, you know.”

You picked up your phone, checking the time—2:03 am. You had another hour with Renjun until your dad could possibly wake up, and you didn’t want to risk getting caught because your dad decided to do his morning workout an hour early.

“I take a lot of pictures of you,” Renjun began, turning over on his side to look at you. You turned over as well, feeling your heart warm up at the proximity between you. “But you’re best viewed in real life, too.”

“How cheesy,” you giggled, staring at him. Renjun smiled back at you, shuffling closer so he could rest your forehead on yours and wrap his arms around you. It was uncomfortable to lay on his arm—you’re sure it was the same for him—but you would rather have him closer than not.

“I wish I could hang out with just you more,” Renjun sighed, his breath tickling your face. “Everyone’s so much work. You remind me of home.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I’m honored,” you smiled, cupping his face with your hands. “I want to spend more time with you, too.”

“If only exams could come faster,” Renjun said, inching closer to you. “Then, we can spend as much time with each other as we want.”

With that, Renjun did what he had done many, many times before. He pressed a kiss to your nose, and then pulled you into a kiss. Renjun’s kisses were soft and sweet, like kissing a cloud. His chapstick was berry flavored, so you’d grown used to a slight blackberry taste mixed in with mint—it always lingered on your lips afterward.

You liked kissing Renjun. A lot.

But, as fast as it began, it ended, and he suddenly looked a lot more conflicted than he had before. With a furrowed brow and worried eyes, you asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I know we planned to stay out until 3,” he began, removing his arms from you entirely. He sat up, almost in a panic—like you’d slip through his fingers at any second. “But I don’t want you to get into more trouble. Okay? Next time, we can stay out later.”

You sat up, frowning. You should’ve rejected Donghyuck, through and through.

“Okay. We can leave. That’s okay.”

You wondered which of the boys told Renjun where you lived.

If you had to guess, it was probably Jeno. He’d always felt bad—you could tell from the way he looked at you at graduation—but never had the guts to do anything about it; maybe this was him doing something about it.

“You’ve got ten seconds before I slam the door in your face,” you said, mustering the most malicious look you could. It wouldn’t be a lie to say you never let go of Huang Renjun—he’d been your first love. He’d ruined every other date you’d gone on since because nobody would ever manage to be better than him. He was, in many ways, your everything, and with your lack of end, it always felt wrong to move on.

“Please, let’s just talk. Okay? We’re grown up now. We can talk about this rationally.”

“One good reason why?”

“Because I want closure, [First]. That’s all I want.”

It was all you wanted too.

Knowing Koeun was at a party, you stepped to the side, allowing Renjun to enter your dorm albeit hesitantly. He looked around, standing awkwardly as you returned to your seat on the bed, next to your laptop and phone.

You stared as he gently pulled your desk chair away from the desk, positioning it across from you, and sat down. Silence overtook you both, and you figured this was your only chance to have the first word.

“You left me. You didn’t even talk to me, Renjun, you just stopped picking up your phone and answering my texts. Avoided my daily route at school. Everything you could to not see me, you did.”

“You’re right, yes.”

“Not even an I’m choosing you over Donghyuck text. Nothing.”

“And I’m sorry. I was stupid and selfish. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Oh, for sure,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “He forced me out, Renjun. Told people petty lies to look at me in a bad way. Slowly stopped talking to me, but not before constantly shoving how boring I was down my throat all the time. Not before Jaemin told me I was the worst friend he’d ever had. And you just watched.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Renjun finally snapped, his voice nearly cracking. “I didn’t know what to do; I asked Mark for help, but he never responded, and I—I felt so alone. Jeno didn’t know what to do either. Donghyuck was a tyrant, but he’s not anymore. Mark beat his ass when he found out.”

“Seems like you’re still friends, though, and they still have it in them to talk shit about me. What’s your point?”

“What? I didn't know they—that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is…can we just end things here and now? Forget about each other after I say this? I just want to move on.”

“Meaning you want to get rid of your guilt, yes.”

“Whatever you want to call it, I’ll agree. I don’t care. I just want you to know that I really, truly was in love with you, [First],” Renjun said, clenching his fists. “Once upon a time, you were my entire world. My whole life revolved around you, and when Donghyuck led you into that trap—I felt like I’d been lured, too. Every day without seeing you was painful, and I thought things would get better if I tried to forget as Donghyuck phased you out. I never forgot, and things only got harder. I was wrong.”

“So you were.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” Renjun continued, sighing. “Nothing at all. I just needed you to know it was never fake. I was never fake. The only time I’ve truly understood what it was like to love someone was when I was with you. I’d move mountains for you—I still would. Even now.”

You would never say it, but you would too.

“That doesn’t change what happened. So, thanks for letting me know, but never come back here. And let Donghyuck know I’ll spill everything to Yeona if he ever comes back here.”

Renjun stood, understanding you were essentially telling him to get out. “I will.”

“Thanks.” You stood too, approaching the door and opening it. “I’ll see you, maybe.”

“I’ll see you too.”

Renjun stepped out of your room, hesitating as you kept your door open. And, with a surge of idiocy and confidence mixed into some sort of mystery potion, you spoke.

“By the way,” you paused, sucking in a deep breath. “I loved you too.”

thank you for reading!

[countrymusiclover]

22 - Missy was right about Babysitting

Part 23

Texas Romance

Tags - @tyrionsprincess30 @bvbwestfall

"Y/n, please. I'm beggin' ya. Don't leave me alone with the baby." Georgie begged almost on his knees as I pulled on a jacket tying my shoes. Rolling my eyes I eyed my husband while our little girl is asleep in the crib near the bed. I had promised Missy that we would hang out with Veronica today. "Georgie, it's only for a few hours. And I promised your sister. I'm not breaking a promise." Walking through the house Sheldon was busy doing homework. Foosteps ran down the hallway with my best friend jumping onto my back. "We're going to see Veronica. Thank you, thank you!" Missy cheers when I stumbled almost falling onto the floor. The doctors had checked me out the other day saying I still needed to take it easy. "Missy calm down. I'm excited to see her too. Now get off my back." She climbed down glancing to her brother.

Georgie has the same look on his face when she came home with throw up on her shirt. Complaining about never babysitting ever again loudly. Grabbing the car keys I followed Missy to the front door calling over my shoulder. "You'll be fine, darlin'." Closing the door we drove to the ice cream shop seeing Veronica waiting with a table already picked out. Shutting the truck door I immediately hugged her and Missy nearly tackled her to the ground. The three of us sat down getting different types of ice cream. Missy got chocolate, I got peanut butter and Veronica got vanilla. Eating my ice cream Veronica broke the silence seeing the ring on my other hand. "Woah girl. Who tied you down right out of school?" I blushed remembering that I hadn't told her everything. She isn't one to snooping anymore like she used too.

"Georgie. He got her pregnant." Missy just spoke with her mouth full of chocolate ice cream. My cheeks immediately turned red like a tomato. Veronica made an o shape with her mouth her gaze moving between me and Missy. Running a hand through my hair Veronica put her spoon back in her ice cream. "I wouldn't have expected that from you. So...I guess that means he's off the market?" Knitting my eyebrows together I take a few more bites letting awkward silence fall. I knew that he had passed relationships but it was rumored she wasn't interested in him. Until now apparently when I say he's married to me and is the father of my child. Then she acts all interested in him all the sudden. I only hope Georgie I'd having an easier time then me.

Georgie's POV

"Sheldon, make her stop ripping the couch up. Mom's gonna kill me!" I shouted while he was just frozen in his place. Aurora had woken up from her nap immediately throwing a destructive terror moment. I tried feeding her and changing her diaper but she still wouldn't stop crying. I try pulling her off the couch but she gripped it in her tiny hands holding on for dear life. "This is why I will never babysit!" Sheldon screamed over her wailing. I was afraid something like this would happen. Her screaming wasn't the only problem. She refused to eat the formula and decided to fling it all across the kitchen. Jerking my head towards my younger brother I glared at him needing his help while our parents were out with Meemaw for dinner tonight.

"Sheldon do something. Like uh - clean the kitchen and under no circumstance are you allowed to call mom or Y/n!" He started to argue back until I managed to yank her off the couch. I gasped doing a barrel roll into the coffee table. Shaking my head I feel myself a little dizzy but hear Aurora just started clapping her hands with a odd little laugh. Sheldon ran into the kitchen trying to clean up the food splatters before I heard the backdoor opened. Missy walked in yelling through the house until she noticed the mess we'd made. "Georgie, Y/n knows about Veronica  - woah you made a baby tornado." Getting to my feet Aurora starts pulling on my hair when I finally saw my wife walk inside slamming the door closed. She didn't really look around at the mess our daughter had made. But a I could see was tears in her eyes.

"Darlin' I know this looks bad but let me explain-" She stomped up slapping me across the face suddenly. "Veronica said you tried to give her expensive jewelry once but she turned you down. It that why you asked me to marry you so you could prove her wrong!" Blinking my eyes I really had no idea what she was talking about. Y/n takes Aurora from my arms and the infant curled up I'm her mother's chest where she walks away from me. "Y/n, hold up. I'm not seeing anyone else anymore." But she didn't let me finish slamming Missy's bedroom door. Sheldon pipes his head up replying. "It's probably just the hormones still." Missy hit him in the arm crossing her arms over her chest glaring at me. "No brain boy. It means Y/n thinks he's cheating on her." Running a hand through my hair I flopped back on the couch trying to figure out how I could fix this mess.

This is my attempt to make Veronica come between the two

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[peachycoreroo]

i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”