#fuck let her take everything she deserves it

[artemisiasmuse]

princess treatment | rafe x low maintenance gf

cw: fluff, mentions of emotionally abusive family dynamics, slightly suggestive (mentions of sex but no details)

you’d always been treated as some sort of third parent, a therapist, a friend but never what you were: a daughter

that all changed when you started dating rafe

on top of being mistreated by your family, you’d never had a bf who treated you right

the first time rafe brought you flowers you cried, he thought he’d done something wrong but you were so touched you couldn’t say anything as you hugged him tight

he made sure to bring you flowers often, making sure you never ran out. you remember finding a flower from your bouquet in his car, asking him why he had it. “when it wilts i know i gotta get you more.” you’d proceeded to make him pull over.

it was like he was dead set on making you fall even more in love when he said, “as fucking great as that was, i don’t do these things for sex baby, i don’t expect anything okay?” you told him you knew that, which you didn’t actually since all the guys you had been with before seemed to be like that, and proceeded to kiss him some more.

to him treating you like a princess came naturally, he was never good at expressing himself so buying you presents, taking care of you, doing things for you was just second nature

in the beginning he thought it was cute how appreciative you were but when you still got shocked from his actions after months he realized you had just never been treated how you deserve

and that pissess him off

he makes it a point to treat you like an absolute princess, not even letting you open a single door by yourself, you don’t even remember the last time you put your heels on by yourself because he was always crouching down to help you before you could think about it

“rafe if you spoil me so much ill get used to it.” you murmured as you watched your 6’2 gently place your heeled foot on his knee so he could buckle the shoe. his touch was always so gentle, as if he’d hurt you like this.

“that’s kinda the point angel,” he says it without hesitation, brows a bit furrowed as he looks for the best notch that won’t cause you discomfort. you think you might start crying again but you bite the inside of your cheek and kiss him when he stands up

rafe hates how your family treats you, but he holds his tongue because he knows you love them it doesn’t matter to him if your family hates them, he know he should seek their approval but he doesn’t think they deserve to dictate any part of your life

he’s holding back until your mom oversteps her bounds in front of him and he just has to step in, taking over whatever thing she told you to do even though he knew your mother was perfectly capable. he guises it as being a good future son-in-law

“it’s okay rafe-“ you say it without realizing, so used to taking the load off of others.

“you can ask me from now on if you need anything,” he looks pointedly at your mother with a smile you know is fake. you just brush it off and think rafe is just trying to make a good impression. you don’t know he doesn’t give a fuck what your parents think. he even starts hating your sibling.

your brother is older than you but never acts that way. when you mentioned an older brother he expected someone protective of you. he was met with someone doted on by your mother, irresponsible and immature and uncaring of his sister. it seemed like you were the older sibling.

you’d been living with your parents while you both dated, you hadn’t seen anything wrong with it until rafe gets you to move out to live with him. your parents are against it at first but with the help rafe has been they have little reason to refuse him.

when you do move out you realize how much better everything is. you’re not your mother’s caretaker, or your parent’s marriage counselor, or even your brother’s mom. you’re you. and you can finally breathe. rafe doesn’t expect anything from you and it slightly unnerves you, how could he take care of you without expecting anything in return?

he pays for everything, even if you push back at first, he replaces your card in your wallet with his going as far as hiding your card and he knows you have a job and that you can afford it yourself but he doesn’t see why you have to

you’d gotten your nails done and shown them to him and when he didn’t see a charge on his card he pouted for a whole day until you gave in and agreed to use it next time

but rafe knows you’re holding back, he can see that you’re spending frugally. he doesn’t want you to, in fact nothing would make him happier than seeing a dent taken out of his bank account because of his beautiful caring girlfriend

you remember your first date when he got offended that you’d offered to split the bill, he was even more shocked when you thanked him profusely after for paying

when you whine about him taking your card he finally has to speak up, “baby, what’s yours is mine right?” you nod without pause, you loved when rafe drove your car or used your skincare. it felt so intimate and domestic like you were a married couple, the thought bringing heat to your face. “right, so what’s mine is yours.” and you can’t really refute that.

one day when he’s drying your hair after your shower, you can’t help but ask, “why are you so nice to me rafey?”

“i love you, s’that simple”

“i love you too but no one’s ever been this nice to me.”

“no ones ever been as nice to me as you are either, that doesn’t mean it’s wrong right?” he always has a way of making you see his side so effortlessly you have to agree. you could never argue that rafe didn’t deserve the amount of love you gave him or more.

“yeah, thank you for taking care of me”

“‘you gonna thank me for the rest of our lives?” you just stare at him blankly and rafe watches the tears well up in your eyes. “hey don’t cry baby, you can thank me as many times as you want okay? just don’t go thinking you deserve any less than this.”

“i’m never letting you go.”

“i’m counting on it.”

on your anniversary, rafe buys you a car and even though you do thank him profusely and maybe cry a little it doesn’t turn your stomach with anxiety on how to thank him properly or that you don’t deserve it. instead you spend the night loving your boyfriend as much as he loves you. you realize rafe just has a different way of showing it.

a/n: instead of crashing out ab my family i wrote this :)

taglist: @ggraycelynn @clar2aa

[lostintheuniverseslies]

Part 1 • Part 2

This was only supposed to be one part but y’all’s feedback has me excited to write more.

He doesn’t remember ordering the Uber, getting into the car, or the drive to the hospital. All he can think about is Evan. Dying.

Evan. Alone.

Evan. Thinking he wasn’t the person Tommy was meant to spend his life with. Because of course, he didn’t. Tommy walked away like a coward.

He shouldn’t go to the hospital. He broke up with Evan. They’ve been apart for almost three months. He doesn’t have a right to be here. Doesn’t have a right to worry. Doesn’t have a right to sit with the people who didn’t leave Evan.

But he needs to make sure Evan is okay. He needs to hear it from a doctor, needs to see Evan with his own eyes—just once—to confirm he’s alive.

And then he can walk away.

Maybe.

But he doubts he will. Not after spending the entire minute and thirty seconds of that voicemail believing Evan was already gone.

The hospital is a blur. He barely registers thanking the Uber driver, taking the elevator up to the floor Howie texted him. He has only a moment to doubt his place here before Maddie spots him. She’s up from her chair in an instant, arms outstretched.

He expects her to be angry, to tell him to leave. But she wraps her arms around him instead, holding him tight.

And Tommy doesn’t hesitate. He holds on just as tightly, feels her body shake with silent sobs, and it unravels him all over again.

He’s never been good at showing emotions. His father, the army, Gerrard—all taught him that feelings were weaknesses. Being a boy meant sucking it up. Being a man meant swallowing it down.

It took a long time to unlearn that. But crying? That was something he only did in the shower, late into the night, where no one could see. No one could hear.

But today, he cried in his garage. And now, he’s crying in Maddie’s arms.

And he knows—if Evan dies, it will break him into pieces he’ll never be able to repair.

The breakup was supposed to protect him. Self-preservation.

But it meant absolutely fucking nothing when he knows, deep down, he was completely gone on Evan Buckley the moment he asked for a second chance over coffee.

“Do they know what happened?” Tommy asks when they pull apart.

Howie steps in, hugging him without hesitation and Tommy is too emotionally frayed to be surprised.

“I called him to see if he could pick something up on his way over for dinner tonight,” Maddie says, voice tight. “A paramedic answered. She told me he was hit by a car while saving a little girl.”

Despite everything, pride swells in Tommy’s chest.

Of course Evan would throw himself in front of danger for someone without thinking about the outcome.

“Is she okay?” Tommy asks.

“As far as I know,” Maddie answers.

“And Evan’s injuries?”

Maddie exhales shakily. “His surgeon just updated us. He’s stable enough for surgery but still critical. They’re trying to control the internal bleeding first. It could take three or four hours. The CT scan didn’t show any brain swelling, which is good. But that’s all we know right now.”

Tommy nods. None if it settles him.

Yes, Evan is in surgery.

Yes, Evan is stable enough to be operated on.

But people still die in surgery.

Maddie takes his hand, guiding him to sit and she doesn’t let him go. He doesn’t mind. It keeps him tethered. Keeps him from running.

He’s so fucking sick of running.

If Evan makes it through this, if he meant what he said on that voicemail, Tommy will never run from him again.

Within the hour, everyone who loves Evan arrives.

Bobby. Athena. Eddie. Hen. Karen.

Tommy feels like a fraud. Like he doesn’t deserve to be here. He can’t lift his head. Can’t meet their eyes. If he does, he might see them agree.

Maddie squeezes his hand. “You okay?” she asks, reading his turmoil instantly.

Something compels him to tell the truth.

“No.” His voice cracks. “What right do I have to be here? I left him.”

The words sit heavy between them, and when he finally looks up, Maddie is already watching him. Her eyes are still watery but she doesn’t look at him with pity.

“Wanna know a secret?” She asks.

The shift in topic throws him, but he nods hesitantly.

“I left him once too. Not just once but twice,” she admits.

Tommy stares. She says it like a confession. Like she knows exactly what he’s feeling.

“But I came back,” Maddie continues. “And he forgave me.” A small, knowing smile tugs at her lips. “Because Buck has a big heart, and he forgives. He’ll forgive you, too.”

Tommy lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “It’s different. You’re his sister.”

“And you’re the love of his life.”

That knocks the breath from his lungs. He makes a sound—something broken, wet, barely a laugh, mostly a sob. He doesn’t feel worthy of that title.

“He called me before help came,” Tommy whispers, voice thick. The waiting room goes quiet. He knows they’re all pretending not to listen. But he doesn’t care.

“He left a voicemail.” Tommy swipes a hand across his face, smudging away tears and grime, forgetting he didn’t clean up after changing the oil in his truck. “He called me.” His throat tightens as he struggles to make sense of it. “He was more worried about me being alone than the fact that he was dying. I don’t understand. I left, Maddie. And he called me.” He shakes his head, barely breathing through it. “I don’t deserve it.”

Maddie doesn’t argue. She just tilts her head slightly, searching his face. “Why?”

The question knocks him off balance. He blinks at her. “What?”

“Why don’t you deserve it?” She repeats, unwavering. “Why don’t you deserve to be here for him? To love him? Because you left?” Her voice remains calm, measured. “Did you leave him because you didn’t love him?”

“No. God, no. I love him.” The words come out rough, desperate. “I love him with everything I have.”

“Then why?”

“Because I’m not worth it.” The confession tears out of him, raw and unfiltered.

Maddie’s gaze remains steady as she asks, “Shouldn’t that be for him to decide?”

The question shouldn’t hit him as hard as it does.

“If he told you he wasn’t worth loving, would you agree?”

“God, no.”

“Then why is it different when it’s you?”

Tommy doesn’t have an answer.

Maddie lets the silence settle for a beat before glancing around the room. “Look around,” she says. “Every single person here has made mistakes. But we fought for the people we love. We didn’t let the mistakes be the end of the story.”

Tommy swallows hard, his chest tight.

“Relationships aren’t mean to be easy every single day. You think Bobby and Athena never struggled?” She continues. “You think Hen and Karen haven’t had their battles? Me and Howie? I left him. I left him and Jee-Yun.”

Tommy blinks at her. He didn’t know that. But maybe that was the point—Maddie’s history wasn’t Evan’s to tell.

“When we’re scared, we run,” Maddie says, voice gentler now. “But people like Howie and Buck? They don’t keep that as a weapon to use against us. They remind us—every single day—of all the reasons we should stay. Until we stop wondering if running would be better.” She squeezes his hand again. “You just have to give him the chance.”

Tommy closes his eyes, exhaling shakily.

Maybe, just maybe, he can.

Hour Four: They’ve stopped the lung bleeding and removed his spleen.

Hour Six: Tommy stretches his legs and Eddie follows. He gives Tommy a hug and they don’t have to exchange any words because the pain is clear on both of their faces.

Hour Eight: Athena checks for updates on the hit-and-run.

Hour Ten: Pelvic and arm surgery complete. ICU next. And Evan’s family are allowed to visit him one by one.

Hour Seventeen: Tommy stands outside his room.

It feels like a nightmare. Machines help Evan breathe and there are wires everywhere. He doesn’t want to enter but he has something to say.

He steps inside. Takes Evan’s hand. Already feels tears welling again.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he whispers, voice thick. “I need you to come back to me. Please.”

One more?

Final part

[miyuhpapayuh]

When he's not there.

He just left.

Five minutes later, taller, darker and extremely handsome is closing her back door behind himself, walking around her place like he paid bills.

Well… anyways.

Stopping in her doorway, he smirks at the sight before him.

She'd been teasing him all week about this pink set she bought and how she couldn't wait to model it for him, since her boyfriend wasn't the slightest bit interested.

Stupid, stupid man.

Rose petals trailed to the foot of her bed, where she sat pretty in pink, the color popping against her sable skin.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat.”

Closing her door, he strides over to her, pressing kisses to the backs of her hands before pulling her up and spinning her around, watching her giggle and jiggle.

“Thank you, baby!”

“Mmm, it's almost coverin’ too much,” he jokes, making her eyes roll in faux annoyance.

“At least you like it,” she pouts, plopping down on the bed as he towers over her, flipping her chocolate curls over her shoulders.

“He didn't like it??” He asks, making her suck her teeth.

“He said I always wear pink, and that's nothing special anymore. And you'd think he'd be sad that we can't spend Valentine's Day together because of a stupid business trip! But, it's just another day to him.” She frowns.

“You are an angel, because I would have killed him.” He huffs, kissing her forehead.

She laughed it off like always, but she was running out of poker faces to wear.

“Yeah,” she shrugs, “guess I don't deserve much better… but anyway,” she mumbles, looking up at him with sad eyes, hoping he couldn't tell.

But he was appalled at the way she viewed her self worth, due to her asshole boyfriend.

“What?” She asks after a moment of him just staring at her.

“I know I just come around to show you some fun and give you attention like you want, but I also want you to know that you deserve that in your actual relationship. To be shown off, adored and desired. I don't understand how or why you're still with him, but you deserve any and everything in the world. Even if it's not me that gives it to you.”

She opened her mouth to say something– anything, but she'd be lying if she said this wasn't the conversation they'd been having since the beginning of their fun— six months ago.

He was just supposed to come over and take her mind off her shifty man, but he found himself desperately wanting to know everything about her, outside of her sweet spots or how many times she could cum before blacking out.

That scared her, because she wasn't sure if she believed that she deserved such a man and all he was willing to hand over without fuss.

“I'm n-not ready to go there,” she sighs, dropping her gaze to her lap.

“Been beatin’ around the bush for too long, princess. We'll talk after I finish.” He says, lifting her chin up so she can meet his eyes.

She nods before his lips find hers for sweet and soft kisses, melting her sadness into puddles of arousal.

Kneeling down, pushing her thighs apart and hooking her panties to the side, his fingers gather her wetness and rub sinful circles on her clit.

“Babe..” she whimpers, tossing her head back as he continues, making her thighs quiver.

“What is it, princess?”

“Feels so good,” she breathes, reaching out for his wrist as her body begins to tense up.

“You cummin’, hmm?” He asks.

“Not yet.. I need your mouth,” she moans, her nails playing with his beard, “let me wet this up.”

His thick, wet tongue was driving her insane as it wagged up and down her slit, leaving her squirming.

Her mouth drops open at the rapid lick of his tongue on her spot, his groans vibrating through her.

“Right there, fuckkkk, right there,” she moans, eyes crossing as her orgasm rips through.

Her hands keep him in place as she ascends into bliss all over again, unintelligible noises leaving her.

“Gonna cum againnnn,” she whines, “that's sooo goood, babyyyy!”

“Mmmhm, keep cummin’,” he commands, smacking her ass as she continues to leak everywhere.

“Fuck me… please, fuck me!”

“How you want it, mama?”

Folded up at the edge of the bed, her feet are braced against his broad chest as he digs deep inside her.

Her low lids and dropped jaw held his gaze, letting him know she was enjoying herself like she deserves.

“Fuckin’ you good, baby?” He asks, pecking her open mouth.

“Uhn, ye— yessss,” she hisses, squeezing him tight, “that's my spot!”

“Mmm, I feel you squeezin’, baby,” he teases, pounding faster and making her squeal.

A hand squeezes her throat, making her leak double time, the squelch echoing through her room.

“There it is,” he smiles, “there you go, baby!”

“Oh my— god! I'm g— I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” She whimpers, scratching his arms and hips.

“Give it to me,” he chants, encouraging another orgasm right at the tail end of the first, snatching her breath completely away.

“Take it, baby!”

Laying his weight on her, his lips find her neck and their fingers intertwine as he slows down, still grinding on her spot.

Her body vibrates between her soft bed and his rock hard one, begging for a reprieve from the nonstop pleasure running through it.

Short gasps leave with every pump of his hips, her teary eyes stare up at the ceiling as she wonders what she did to get fucked this good.

“Like this?”

“Yes, fuck meee,” she whines, holding onto him tight.

Soft sucks to her sweet and sweaty skin as he begins digging a little deeper, making her mouth fall completely open.

“Shit!”

“Mmmm, let me hear it,” he moans in her ear.

“So good! It's so.. good,” she whimpers.

“You deserve it,” he kisses beneath her lobe.

She whimpers again, closing her eyes tightly.

“You deserve all this good dick, baby.”

The slap of their juices echoes through the room, turning her on even more.

“You're gonna make me cum!” She squeals, burying her face into his shoulder as her legs quiver.

“Give it to me,” he grunts, pulling it right out of her, “mmm, there you go, princess.. gimme all that shit.”

His hand finds its way around her throat, making her cum all over again, her juices leaking down her ass.

“Nasty, nasty girl,” he chuckles, kissing her parted lips.

She smiles, her body wracked from the pleasure she's receiving.

She was arched like a cat above him as he rutted her back and forth on his dick, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced in his face.

“So fucking sexy,” he mumbles, biting his lip and reaching up to punch her nipples.

She pouts, dropping her ass in his lap, loving the way his fingers are digging into her skin.

“You like that, baby?”

“Fuck yess,” he groans, “mmf, he don't deserve this ass,” he says, slapping her backside a few times.

She giggles, wholeheartedly agreeing.

“I know,” she moans back, placing a hand at his neck, “you deserve it, though daddy.”

Smirking like he'd won the lottery, he pulls her closer in his lap and moves his hands to her neck.

“Tell daddy what he deserves, princess,” he says with a squeeze.

“Mmmm, you deserve this ass,” she moans, dropping it harder on him for emphasis, proud of how loud the slap of her skin is against his.

“Mmm, fat juicy ass,” he smacks it again, “keep goin’.”

“You deserve this pussy, daddyyy,”

“Yeah? That sweet, gushy pussy is all mine?”

“Yessss,”

“Say it.”

“It's yours, baby, fuckkk it's yours!” She yells, feeling her orgasm creep up her toes as she continues bouncing, her wet smacks sounding through the air.

“Mmmm, I feel you squeezin’ baby,”

“Oh my god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!”

“Tell me it's mine, again.”

“Unh, it's yours, b-babyyy, it's yours!!”

“Cum for daddy,” he commands, “give me all that shit, baby.”

Her screams of pleasure almost overpowered his praises as she collapsed into his arms, writhing beyond her control.

Flipping her back over on her back, he presses his lips or hers in a searing kiss, pulling on her heartstrings and making her wet all over again.

Coming up for air, he smiles at her as his hips begin moving again, making her eyes roll back.

“You make me feel so good,” she whispers, afraid of her own voice.

“You deserve to feel good, princess,” he nods, pecking her lips again.

“Can I…” she trails off, sighing at the lovely tingles in her bones, her hands gripping onto him tighter.

“Can you what, baby?”

“Can I be yours?”

Pressing his forehead to hers, he briefly closes his eyes and lets out a breath, like he'd been waiting forever to hear those words.

“You've always been mine,” he answers, kissing her deeply as their grinding turns desperate and clumsy.

“I'm yours,” she repeats. “I'm yours, daddy.”

“Fuckkk, I'm gonna nut all in my pussy,” he grunts, setting her off again with a holler.

Spurt after spurt of his hot cum bathes her insides, bruises left on her thighs from him bearing down.

“Fuckkk, we finna call him right now.” He grunts, making her full on laugh.

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Let's Get Physical Pt.4

Pt.3

Author's note: Last chapter was angst so let's make it better 😭I recommend listening to Losin' Control by Russ. Gets a bit steamy in this one but not smut. This part is a bit longer than the other ones.

Four hours. Four hours spent watching YouTube, not paying attention to a single thing going on in the video. Four hours thinking of anything but the fact that he's balls deep in some woman that isn't you. Four hours trying to swallow the boulder sized lump in your throat. Four hours waiting for his text.

What were you supposed to do? Ignore the smell of her on him? Take his praise as if you weren't the only one to hear it that night? How could you compete?

It wasn't until 8pm that you heard from him.

Glasgow Marriott Hotel, room 38, in an hour

And just like that, like a fisherman to a siren call, you got ready. Peeling yourself off of your bed, walking into the bathroom, and stripping your clothes off. The water runs scorching in the shower, steam filling the room. You scrub every inch of you, using your matching bodywash and body scrub, and try to make yourself as desirable as possible. No one wants a girl who's plain.

After you do everything you need to in the shower, you dry off and stand in front of your closet trying to figure out what to wear.

Too flashy

Too boring

Too try hard

You eventually pick a cute dress that doesn't cover up like a saint but doesn't show too much cleavage. Desirable but not something a slut would wear. God, you're trying too much. A little clothing won't make him want you more than his job, but maybe he'll want you enough to keep you around.

This is just for homework, at least that's what you tell yourself. Just homework.

He all but shoved Bianca out of the room, not wanting to see her longer than he had too. He had already rented another room before she left and made his way to room 38. He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, doing what he could to get her god-awful perfume off of his skin. The hot water almost burned off the fingerprints she left behind, yet not entirely. He felt dirty. Head hanging with water cascading down his forehead, he exhaled.

He could leave. He could put up with shitty food, no Netflix, and cheap shampoo. His bills are what held him back. With you in the picture, he wanted to be able to afford dates and surprises. He knows what he wants and it's you.

You hold a place in him that he hadn't expected and wasn't sure he deserved. He'll never be able to explain to others how you first met, or what he does for a living. He won't even be able to explain to Price how he manages to afford the things he has.

What a shitty hand to be dealt.

Luckily, he's stubborn. He brought an extra pair of clothes, one without her lipstick stains on it. Yanking on the dark green jumper and trousers, he quickly leaves to go get drinks from the cafe down the street, like usual. He makes it back in time to get everything set up before you get there.

It's just for homework. You managed to convince yourself for the better part of the evening, but standing in front of the room door, the statement isn't so convincing. Was it even a good idea to come? Would this only hurt you?

Knock knock

Silence

Knock knock knock

Foot steps

The door jiggles open and you're greeted with a smile that almost makes you forget you aren't the only one to receive it. Almost.

"Hi hen"

"Hi", you say quietly.

He stares at you a little longer before pulling you inside. Your eyes land on the drinks and a small smile escapes your blank expression.

"Old habits die hard, hm?", you tease.

"Who would I be to not get my bird her drink?", he replies so smoothly you almost miss what he says.

My bird

Mine

Your chest tightens, the words reminding you that you're his but he isn't yours.

"Yours?", you ask, turning to him.

Shit

"I uh", he clears his throat, "so what homework do ye have?"

"Oh, right", you grab your backpack and search in it for your assignments, but they aren't there.

Fuck, how could you have forgotten them? All you payed attention to was how you looked, not remembering to grab them off your desk.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I forgot them at my dorm", you grimace, turning to walk towards the door, "We can just see eachother some other day"

He grabs your wrist and pulls you back, personal space no longer between you two.

"We could watch a movie if you'd like? Already here 'n all", He smiles, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist.

You freeze. This is a bad idea. You take a deep breath in and- fuck. Is that Bianca's perfume? You can't do this, you need to just get out of there, but you can't move. It's like you're glued to the ground you're on and his hand is burning you.

"I can still smell her", you say in an almost whisper, lip slightly quivering.

God, don't cry. Don't fucking cry.

Fuck that woman for having such obnoxious scent choices. It's fitting. He doesn't say anything, his hand dropping. His face is blank and as much as it hurts, you take that as your cue to leave. You get to the door before his brain stops lagging and he grabs you again.

"Soap please, just let me leave. This was a mista-", you plead before he cuts you off.

"I don't like doin' it", he blurts.

"What?", you look at him, baffled.

He pauses.

"Makes me feel cheap, like it's all I'm good for. I only do it as a necessity, I promise"

oh.

"Why?", you ask, not understanding.

He gently pulls you to the bed and sits you down, taking a seat beside you.

He takes a deep breath in, "I'm on disability because of the military. The pay's shit, so in order to pay my bills, I do this. I can't have a documented job, or the 'benefits' go away", he explains, grabbing your hand again before kissing it softly.

"I know I made an unspoken commitment to ye but if I stop, I won't be able to afford what I need to. It's not like I enjoy it. Sure, in the beginning it was okay, but my ma raised me differently and now that you're in my life, I cannae even get it up. Had to pop a pill in order to even go on with the lass earlier", he rambles, "And I ken ye don't like what I do but if I had another option, I promise I wouldn't even look at another woman. It's hard to go through with it knowing it's not ye I'm touching. Had to put her face in the pillow so I could imagine it was-"

You push forward and kiss him before you even register you did. Barely leaving a second to spare, he cups the back of your head and pulls you in. His lips mold over yours, effectively stealing your breath. He gently pushes you down onto the bed, hand moving from your head to your waist, the other arm supporting him. A quiet moan escapes you when he gently bites your lip. One of your hands holds the back of his head like a lifeline, carding over the short hair there.

You're the first one to pull away, lungs burning for air.

"Hen-"

You push him back up, putting space between the two of you. He moves the headboard and pulls you onto his lap, softly gripping your throat and pulling your lips to his again. Your hands reach up to his chest, resting against the muscle beneath. Your hips push down on his in attempt to get more comfortable and a groan escapes him. You smile into the kiss and do it again, wanting to hear that again. Your lips move down to his neck and you gently suck his pulse point, light enough to not leave a mark.

"h-hen, gotta stop", he moans, trying to softly lift your head from the space between his head and shoulder.

You pull closer, the hardening in his pants motivating you further.

He pulls you back completely and gently grips your faces, panting, "can't do that just yet, gotta take ye out on a nice date first. Let me, please?", he pleads, despite his pupils being blown out and lips blushing.

"Soap-"

"John. My name's John, hen"

"Johnny-"

His cock twitches at the nickname and his grip on your waist tightens, "Please, just let me take ye out. Somewhere nice. Want you so bad, hen. Promise I'll make it work"

"Do you promise it's only me you really want?" you ask quietly.

He huffs out a laugh, his head hitting the headboard before bringing his head back level with yours, "Need pills to get it done with them, and ye managed to get me hard like a virgin from just a little bit of kissing. If I want anyone, it's ye"

A small smile breaks out on your face as you take in his words.

"I'll take less clients, make 'em more expensive, do less. Just let me be yours, hen", he says softly, "please?'

You nod, thumb stroking his throat, before kissing him again, "Yeah, okay"

Taglist: @herdarkangel @lostintransist @lilpothoscuttings @echos-muses @starfish-sandwich @babey-fruit-bat

[nanaminxs]

Hi!!

I love your writing🥹

I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a best friend!Dick Grayson x fem!reader smut where she comes over & complains to him about another bad hookup where she didn’t get to cum & he tells her he wants to make her feel good😩😩

eats her out and maybe fucks her slow & deep ,,

heavy praise😩🙏🏻

I’m such a slut for him I can’ttt . thanks for reading heh love ur blog🥹

Dick Grayson is always there for you. Has been since age 12. You go to him for everything, including every single bad hookup.

Most of the time you wouldn’t complain because at least the dick is decent, but the guy you were seeing was just too fucking focused on himself to care about your own needs.

Naturally, you sought out help from your closest friend.

“I just don’t get it,” You sulk, body slumping down into his couch wishing it would swallow you whole.

“He texts me to come over, I ride him til my legs are numb and he can’t even return the favor. I cannot count how many times he came just from a finger light touch. It was pathetic.”

Dick nods and occasionally lets out small hums in acknowledgment as he listened to you.

“Let me make you feel good then.” He blurts out, mentally face palming himself because—did he really just say that to you?

A beat of silence passes before you’re actually registering what he said to you.

“I’m..sorry?” Your head tilts to the side as it that’ll help you hear better.

“Let ME make you feel good.” He stands to his feet, cocking his head over to the hallway that stops at his room.

It’s so surreal. To him anyway—I mean he literally has the person he’s been silently inlove with for years in his bed while he ate her out like a man starved.

Your moans were like a lullaby to him, and he’d do anything he could to keep them going.

His teeth graze your clit, taking the small bud between his lips.

He lets go with a wet sound and his tongue darts out to cover your entire mound.

Your hands dug into his hair, back arching off the sheets you know you shouldn’t be on—but man does he treat you better than any prick you’ve fucked with before.

His thumbs spread your pussy lips and when you look down he’s staring right back at you with a pleading look that just screams ‘cum on my face’

You’ve probably never cum that hard in your life. Especially not from a guy.

Dick spits messily on your cunt, lips glossy and coated in the two of you.

He frees himself from his jeans and nestles right between your legs.

“I can take care of you. Better than everyone who hasn’t gotten a chance to worship you, pretty girl.”

His lips meet with yours. A mix of your slick and his spit mingling on your tongue. The head of his cock pushes into gummy walls and soon he’s burried balls deep into you.

Dick doesn’t shut up. But in that moment he found himself tongue tied—at a lost for words.

“Thereee you go. Jus’ like that. S’a nice fit, yeah?”

He pants out, eyes flickering from where u met to your face with a cheeky grin.

You scowl at him and he’s nodding in understandment.

His hips snap into yours at a slow pace, each stroke so deep his tip kissed your cervix.

“Fuck, Dick!” You moaned out, his lips found your jaw. Soft and simple.

“I know. Lemme take care of you baby—fuck! Let me be yours, let me fuck you how you deserve to be fucked.”

He’s so fixated on the way your cunt pulled him back in after he pulled out, and he’s wondering how on earth he’s managed to get your pretty ass into his bed.

“I got you—lemme feel you. M’right here.” He presses your thighs to your chest, smushed by his frame as he’s fucking into you slightly faster and with much more desperation.

He’d make you cum for the first time during a hookup, and it’s safe to say you’re stuck now because—who can resist a man who knows what he’s doing?

[goldenboywrites]

Apollo turned at the sound of Cassio’s voice; he eyed his best friend for a moment, trying to decipher the look on his face. He still didn’t know why there was thick tension between them or why he felt like Cassio had his guard up. He didn’t know what happened, but there was one thing Apollo was sure of. Cassio was the one who had knocked him out. Everything pointed to that. Apollo had woken face down on the floor; he imagined he had been blasted backward, considering the broken table pieces surrounding his body when he was in the basement. He knew that Oliver would never be able to take him down physically; Isaac wouldn’t be able to bring himself to do it. That left Cassio. His closet and oldest friend. He was the only one with enough training to catch Apollo off guard.

But with that, Apollo knew, deep down, that Cassio would only physically attack him if he had exhausted all other options. He hated not knowing what had happened or what he had done, but there were bigger things than the past. His primary focus was on Theo’s future. 

He moved past Cassio and threw the clothes in his hands on the dresser. “We both know what my next move is,” He said, reaching up and grabbing the back of his shirt, pulling it off his body in one fluid motion. “I’m going to track down that fucking monster and make sure he can never lay a hand on that boy again.” He turned to look at Cassio after pulling on his shirt. “We both know men like him don’t stop. He’s probably working on tracking Theo down as we speak. I can’t..” He swallowed hard, turning away from Cassio and focusing on dressing himself. He popped open the button of his jeans and slid them down his legs, exchanging them for more flexible, black-fitted pants. “I can’t,” He tried again, shaking his head as if that would do away with the overwhelming bubble of emotion he felt. “I can’t let Alexandria’s sacrifice be in vain, Cassio.”

Apollo bent down, tugging a small chest from beneath the bed. After waving his hand over it, the chest popped open. He pulled a dagger from it, sheathing it in the strap at his thigh. “I don’t expect you to come with me,” He said as he stood back up, turning to face Cassio, studying his face for details about what was wrong between them. “Especially not at a time when you can barely look at me. I take full responsibility for what I’m about to do.” They had done things like this before, back during their uni days—always the two of them, always together. He was the only person Apollo trusted to have his back. It would kill him to do this alone, but he would for his son. 

“But I’m asking that you don’t stand there and lecture me or try and stall me. You saw what Theo went through. It’s written all over your boyfriend’s body. We're all in danger if I don’t act now, and he tracks us down, including Oliver. All it takes is that fuck demanding a DNA test, and Theo goes back to him. And,” Apollo cleared his throat, feeling the thick swell of grief overtake him. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots over to him, slipping them on, and lacing them up tightly. “And Alexandria…wherever her body is deserves to be properly buried. Theo might one day need a place to be with her. She doesn’t deserve to be in an unmarked grave. So,” He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s it going to be, Cassio?”

If anyone knew what was about to happen, it was that blonde helping the other two get up those stairs. The headache threatening to explode from behind his eyes did little to help his irritation with tonight's events. And even more so because he just wanted to be with Oliver. After everything he just wanted to relax and unwind and process what happened throughout the day. And mostly, he just wanted to decenter himself from the world and enter his own.

It felt like an eternity once the three of them got into the room and Oliver settled onto the bed. This wasn't the first time they'd spent the night. Could be the last. And so it was nice to see that Oliver could at least relax enough. Isaac was prattling on about a possible concussion and it only made Cass feel worse for him wanting to leave as quickly as they'd gotten in. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed while Oliver was fussed over and he couldn't help but smile at it. Even with as frustrating as this all was, that man was still able to put a smile on his face and he loved him all the more for it.

Cassio scooted in and pressed a soft kiss to Oliver's cheek, giving Isaac a soft smile. "I'm going to go check on Apollo an make sure he's okay and not going to jump off the house or find another mystery for us to solve in his spare time." Oliver gave a soft whine in protest but Cass shushed him and insisted he'd be back quickly. Though he didn't miss that look that Isaac leveled at him but he was far beyond worrying about that small of an issue. Well, that small to him anyway.

It felt like he had blocks on his feet, the walk over to their bedroom was agonizing. At least this time he wouldn't have to worry about seeing Apollo's bare ass this time. A sigh of relief left his lips as he slipped in the still open door and found the little boy asleep in the bed. "Apollo?" He whispered, noticing some movement coming from the closet and he took a step towards it and then another. Part of him was still very on edge from earlier and the behavior he'd displayed earlier but honestly, he seemed less ... horny. "Apollo, what the fuck are you doing in there?" He questioned a bit louder this time, putting his hand on the door and pulling it fully open. His brow furrowed seeing his friend just standing there with clothes in his hands. Maybe they both really needed to sit down and figure their shit out.

[temporarywelcome]

Drunk - Leon Kennedy

Words: 2.3k

Summary: (set not long after the Raccoon City Incident) Leon is busy being sad at the bar, shocked to finally see a familiar face.

CW: alcohol consumption, also written by someone who doesn't know anything about alcohol consumption lol, language, I headcanon Leon did football in high school.

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It was safe to say the life of Leon Kennedy was absolute ass. 

His life pretty much just started too, finally graduating the police academy and given the opportunity to live out his dream as a police officer. Which didn’t work out. Big zombie-virus outbreak and all. 

Being forced to work for the US government was not on his bucket list. He was honestly ready to move to a small town with a population of, like, a thousand people, and be an officer there. No drama. Just sitting in a police cruiser looking for traffic violations. After everything that happened at Racoon City, he was in need of a boring life. 

The US government had different plans. 

And he hated it. 

So, there he was, at his favorite place ever now since moving to Washington D.C…. this bar filled to the brim with sad bikers and businessmen. A strange mix, but the drunken stories he heard were always interesting. At least, in his own drunken mind. 

Tonight, the usual cast was there. Tony, this biker who was always getting into troubles with his ol’ lady (and the mob), Juan, another biker who felt ever so lonely due to never being able to find a woman, and Don, a guy who worked at this tech company who felt bad for constantly cheating on his wife. 

Leon did not like Don. 

But he took his seat with them, the small group taking turns detailing their woes and despair as they drank their beers. Tony’s ol’ lady wanted him to leave his motorcycle club. Juan had a date who stood him up. Don had gone fifteen days not cheating on his wife, but was getting “urges”. 

“Why don’t you just get a divorce already?” Leon had asked gruffly, taking a large swig of his drink, “You obviously don’t like your wife. Let the poor woman go, she deserves better,” 

“No no no,” the older man shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. What was left of it. He was beginning to bald, a large patch of hair already long gone. “I love her, I do. I just have to control these urges.”

Weirdo. 

Leon bit his tongue. He thought cheaters were scum. He thought Don was scum. But he did not want to lose a drinking buddy. No matter how gross Leon thought this guy was. 

Don opened his mouth to say something else, pausing when he very noticeably craned his head past Leon’s shoulder, looking past not just him, but Tony and Juan as well. “Shit. It’s so hard to control myself. That woman is a beauty,”

“Don, are you serious?” Tony rolled his eyes in disgust. Leon was sure none of them really liked this guy. “Is this chronic or something? How the hell-”

As soon as Leon turned his head in curiosity, he wasn’t listening. The bickering of his drinking pals was background noise as his eyes landed on the woman Don was eyeing. The most beautiful woman Leon has ever seen in his twenty-two years of living. 

His fucking high school crush. 

Y/N. The stereotypical popular girl. A cheerleader who dated this football player. Homecoming and prom queen. Popular, but also incredibly smart and kind and just so perfect. Leon was a football player himself back in high school, and was actually friends with her boyfriend. So he never dared make a move on her. He respected his friend too much. 

Last he heard, Y/N and her boyfriend had broken up. Not because of anything malicious, but they were going to different universities and didn’t want to do long distance. Respectable reasoning. Considering how much of a wonderful woman Y/N was, Leon was sure she was seeing someone else right now. 

But then… why would she be by herself at a bar? 

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking straight in front of him. An array of different liquors and bottles of alcohol lined up neatly on shelves. Yes, yes, he will look at that. 

“God,” Don groaned dramatically, head going into his hands, “She’s gorgeous,”

“She's too young for you,” Leon interjected immediately, suddenly feeling quite protective over Y/N, as if he were in high school again. The girl he always stared at from across the classroom, across the lunch table, across the street. They were fucking neighbors.

Always being around her, but not being able to have her was complete torture. 

“Girls love older men,” 

He rolled his eyes, “Not her,”

“How would you know?” Now the older man was getting annoyed, gesturing for the bartender to get him another bottle of beer. 

“Um, just a feeling,” Leon took this as a chance to get his third bottle, politely thanking the bartender. “She just doesn’t look like the type-”

“-Leon?”

Ohhhh shit. He didn’t need to turn around to figure out who the owner of that melodic voice was. Who was the owner of that sweet sound he used to hear every day for four years straight. He knew right away. 

“Oh!” he tried to play it cool as he turned around to face her, “Y/N! You live in D.C. now?” 

Juan was the first of his little friend group to speak, “You know her?” Why did he sound so shocked Leon knew a gorgeous woman? To be fair, Leon did constantly complain about loneliness. The whole point of this little group was to complain about their sad, lonely lives. 

“Yeah!” Leon tried to hide his excitement, hide the joy he felt seeing her. Playing cool completely flew out the window as soon as she smiled at him. It was that easy. “We knew each other in high school!” 

“It’s so nice to see you, especially right now,” Y/N groaned, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

Damn, he didn’t realize how much he needed that. A hug. A familiar face. 

Comfort. 

“What happened?” his arms went around her waist tightly, bringing her against him. Practically on his lap, but he was feeling rather typsy and didn’t think much of it. 

“Ooh, you worked out a lot,” she ignored the question, poking at his bicep, “You’re so much bigger than I remember!”  Her words made his cheeks flush red, and she continued: “Oh, and I’m here because I’ve been broken hearted and in need of getting drunk. You?”

“Well, I’m here because I’m incredibly lonely and in need of getting drunk,” With a grin, he stood up, hands still placed boldly on her hips, “How about we get ourselves a table?” He faced his drinking buddies, who were all looking at him in confusion (Tony), sadness (Juan), and jealousy (Don), “I’ll see you guys around,” 

Slipping his hands from her hips, one took hold of her own, leading her to an empty table. “Thanks,” she said with a small giggle, taking a seat. 

“What would the lady like to drink?” 

“Shots,” she replied right away.

And so he got them some shots, sitting across from her. “Together?” 

Her eyes brightened, “Okay!” She took a glass in her hand, waiting for him to do the same. When he did, she began to count down, “Okay, on three. One… two… three!” 

Together, they both downed their drinks. 

“God, I really need to get shit-faced,” she grumbled, placing down the glass, “Can I vent?”

“Vent away, babe,” He would never call her that in any other instance, but with the alcohol in his system, he wasn’t exactly thinking straight. 

“Okay,” she said okay a lot, “I was dating this guy, right? In law school, promising guy. Supported my career goals, he had his own. Wanted to be a senator one day. Good shit, right? Good shit till I came to his place to find him fucking around with some chick. And get this, we looked alike too! Well, I didn’t really get much of a look at her when I was throwing punches,” 

His jaw dropped, “What? How could someone cheat on you? You’re like… perfection!” he was acting much more dramatic than usual, splaying his arms around expressively, “But… did the other girl know she was the other woman?”

“I’m pretty sure, considering she was laughing at me when I walked in. Made me more pissed. Made me want to beat her ass even more,” she grabbed another shot glass, “Again?”

“Again!” Leon confirmed, grabbing his. 

After they drank their other shot, she continued, “Can’t believe I wasted my time on this guy. No offense, but why is your kind,” she wiggled her fingers at him, “so nasty,” 

He shrugged, “I haven’t been in a relationship in over a year. I haven’t been nasty,”

“Were you nasty before that?” she teased. 

“Wha- no! I’m not like that,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I pride myself in being a respectable and loyal man-”

“-I’m just playin’ with ya,” Y/N laughed, “I remember how you treated that one girl you dated junior year. Like she was a queen! It was so sweet,” 

Now he was blushing again, scratching the back of his neck and refusing to meet her gaze. “Ah, jeez, thank you. I just did what I was supposed to as a boyfriend. Anything less would have been completely stupid. Why date someone if I’m not gonna give them my all?” 

“See, that’s how everyone should look at dating,” Y/N nodded in approval, “How everyone… yeah. Yeah, right. Hm,” She grabbed her last glass, not even waiting for him before bringing it to her lips. 

“Only three shots and you’re already acting funny,” he teased, leaning forward and fucking booping her nose. “Silly. Silly billy,” 

“I’m only tipsy,” she swatted his hand away, but he just chuckled and booped her again. “You’re drunk,” 

“I think so,”

“I know so,” 

“Yeah yeah yeah, smartypants,” he reached for his third glass, but she stopped him. “Heyyyy,”

“No more for you, buddy,” She smirked, taking the drink herself. 

“Heyyyy,” he repeated, “That was mine!”

“Too late. In my stomach now,” 

“Ughhh,” he laid his head onto the table, forehead pressed against the cold surface, “My driiiiiink,” he began mumbling to himself before raising his head again, “My drink,”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Y/N waved the thought off in disinterest, “So, I said why I was here. What brings you to a bar, Kennedy?” 

He looked away, trying to remember why he was even there in the first place, “Oh! Oh, yes. Sad. I was very sad,” he replied, “It’s really lonely here. I have no actual friends. No girlfriend. Haven’t had a family in years,” 

“No girlfriend? How? Look at you now! Even better than in high school!” 

Shrugging, he began tapping his fingers on the table nervously. He was used to talking to Tony, Juan, and Don about his troubles, not his high school crush! “I’ve been busy with work.”

“Are you living that police officer dream of yours?” 

“No,” Leon remembered the beer he never even finished, snatching it up before Y/N could realize what he was doing, and taking a long swig, “Was an officer for a day,” 

“A day!” she exclaimed, “What happened?”

“I was an officer in Raccoon City,” 

That was all he needed to say for it to dawn on her what had happened to him. “...Raccoon City?” she said slowly, “Oh my God! You survived that big explosion?! I thought there were no survivors!”

“Of course-” he paused. Yes, he was drunk, but he knew the rules. The things he had to lie about to keep Sherry safe. The fact he admitted he was at Raccoon City during the Incident was already a mistake on its own. “Um, the only survivor. Yeah.”

“I didn’t see it on the news or anything-”

“-Because everyone needs to think there were no survivors,”

“Oh…” she took the hint, clearing her throat awkwardly. “No survivors. I don’t want to mysteriously vanish because I knew something I shouldn’t, so, back to your loneliness. No hot women at, uh, wherever you work at now?”

“No,”

“That’s a shame,” 

He hummed softly, propping his elbow up and resting his chin on his hand, staring at her. Analysing her. Drinking in every inch of the woman he used to be oh-so in love with. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I always thought so,” 

“Oh, Leon!” she laughed, cheeks rosy as she playfully hit his arm, “You’re so drunk,”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I don’t need alcohol in my system to think so,” he insisted, before downing the last of his beer. He then let out a childish giggle, getting up from his seat.

“Where are you-?” she didn’t even have time to question him, the dirty blonde plopping down next to her and laying his head in her lap. “What are you doing?”

“Hmmmmm,” he nuzzled his nose against her stomach, eyes fluttering shut. He had long lashes. What was with men and having the prettiest lashes imaginable? “Cuddling,”

“In a bar?”

“Mhmmmmm,” he nodded softly, “You’re my girlfriend now,” 

“Well, Leon, I don’t think it works that way,” she laughed, trying to resist the urge to just run her fingers through his hair and- she failed. Reaching out, her fingers tangled in the thick strands, combing out the blonde locks gently. “You didn’t even ask me out on a date!”

He pouted, eyes snapping open. Two globes of cerulean making contact with her. “Go out on a date with me then,” 

A sad smile formed on her lips, pushing some hair from his annoyingly handsome face, “You’re drunk, Leon,” 

“And? I still wanna go out with you,” he began poking at her cheek, “Say yes,”

“Or what?” Y/N teased gently, poking his cheek back. 

“I don’t know. I’ll die,” 

“Hm,” gripping his wrist to stop the annoying pokes to her cheek, she rested his palm against her cheek, “You’re probably not even going to remember this in the morning, but, yes, I’ll go out with you,” 

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Where's everyone going? :( Bingo? :(

[sturniololuvz]

Can you make a story on how the triplets little sister is super insecure about her weight and she’s always trying to turn down food and constantly on a scale. But then she faints in front of the triplets from not eating food, and she finally tells them the truth? Also I loveee your story’s!����🏼

okayyyy tw: this study will have the things the anon asked for.

“Heavy on My Mind”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : Ed, passing out, think that’s it.

Y/N had always been good at hiding things. She smiled in their videos, laughed at their jokes, and made sure her brothers never worried about her. But lately, it had become harder to keep up the act.

The number on the scale dictated her mood every morning. If it was lower, she felt a little lighter—both physically and mentally. If it wasn’t, she spent the day consumed by guilt. She started skipping meals, pushing food around her plate, and making excuses.

“Not hungry.”

“I ate earlier.”

“My stomach hurts.”

Chris, Matt, and Nick never pried too much. They trusted her. But trust didn’t stop the dizzy spells, the headaches, or the exhaustion that followed her everywhere.

Today, it finally caught up to her.

They were filming in the living room, arguing over something stupid for the vlog. Y/N was standing next to Chris, laughing along even though her vision was starting to blur. She blinked a few times, trying to focus, but the world was tilting—spinning—until suddenly, everything went black.

“Y/N?—Yo! What the—”

Chris barely caught her before she hit the floor.

“Holy shit—Nick, help!” Matt’s voice was frantic.

Nick was already there, kneeling beside them. “She just collapsed—what the hell?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her body feeling weak and disconnected. She could hear their panicked voices, see their worried faces hovering above her.

“Y/N, what the fuck? Are you okay?” Chris’s voice was unsteady.

“I—” She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Matt said, shaking his head. “What’s going on? Why’d you pass out?”

She hesitated, but there was no point in lying anymore. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “I haven’t really been eating…”

Silence. The kind that felt suffocating.

“What?” Nick’s voice was barely above a whisper, his expression a mix of shock and concern.

Chris’s grip on her tightened. “Y/N… why?”

Her breath hitched. “I just… I don’t like how I look. I feel like I need to lose weight. So I’ve been trying to eat less, but I didn’t think—” She broke off, unable to finish.

Matt ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “Dude, are you serious? You think starving yourself is the answer?”

Nick exhaled sharply, his eyes glistening. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want you guys to worry,” she admitted.

Chris shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “Of course we’re gonna worry, Y/N. We love you. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

Matt pulled her into a hug, and she felt his arms tighten around her like he was afraid to let go. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone,” he murmured.

Nick reached for her hand, squeezing it. “You’re literally perfect the way you are. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I swear—if you could see yourself the way we see you, you’d never think this way.”

Chris, still kneeling beside her, rubbed his hands over his face, trying to process everything. “You’ve been skipping meals? Not eating at all?”

Y/N sniffled and nodded. “I just… every time I eat, I feel guilty. Like I don’t deserve it.”

Chris’s face twisted with heartbreak and frustration. “That’s not true. That’s never been true. Your body needs food. You need food.” His voice softened, but his eyes were pleading. “Please, Y/N. Don’t do this to yourself.”

She let out a shaky breath, guilt settling deep in her chest. “I didn’t think it was that bad,” she admitted. “But I—I feel awful all the time. And I guess I didn’t realize how much it was affecting me until now.”

Nick sighed, shaking his head. “That’s because your body is literally begging you to take care of it. You deserve to eat, Y/N. No matter what.”

Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice gentle but firm. “We’re gonna help you, okay? Whatever it takes. We’ll figure this out together.”

Y/N blinked back more tears as she looked at her brothers—her family, the people who loved her no matter what. Maybe she wasn’t alone in this after all.

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Matt let out a relieved breath. “First step? You’re eating something. Right now.”

Nick stood up, already heading toward the kitchen. “I’m making you food, and you’re not arguing.”

Chris smiled softly, nudging her. “And after that, we talk about how we make sure this never happens again.”

Y/N swallowed hard, but for the first time in a long time, the idea of eating didn’t feel like failure. It felt like a step forward.

Maybe, just maybe, she could start seeing herself the way they saw her.

[ptewie]

really enjoying the mindwave demo for a variety of reasons but my favorite microgame so far is unquestionably the ME WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU one

[autumnshowell]

Autumn's arm is locked for a moment before she pulls Aria closer, tasting her own essence on the Vampire's lips and tongue , taking in flashes of memory; two times now she's run through the world as an animal, two times she's had blood and raw meat in her mouth. As a human, she'd only ever been allowed blood and forced to forget it save once - in that memory is locked little more than fear and disgust, but here, she fucking wants more. Drips of blood have trickled down, over the contours of her collarbone and shoulder; Aria's mark is already healing though; already preserved in marred flesh. Aria's movements become faster, more staccato, more forceful and heavy, and Autumn's breath picks up, faster, harder - she contributes to the effort, bloody teeth cinching Aria's lip before they pull back, and then press in again. Autumn's body is pent up electricity, and she groans, half choking as everything tumbles close and closer and finally up and over the edge.

Aria doesn't stop her work though, and then snarls out, snatches her throat - Autumn feels it restrict under her grip, and so she works one exploratory hand down from where it'd perched on Aria's shoulder, down her arm, over her chest, along the curve of her breast, ever in a mile in her mind until she gets lower, dragging her fingertips down, across the surface before she delves - it's her first time giving, her first time providing. "Then..." she says, "fucking... let me."

Autumn squeezes the two of them close together, using her strength to shift Aria with her leg, tear her hand away from her throat to sway them sidelong in the cramped space and to push herself into more equal footing, making sure to keep her thigh where it is, Aria's back to her belly, wrapping her other arm around her to play at her belly, and then up, along her side before she cups her breast, playing at it, pinching and rolling and using the other hand, palm pressure massaging and fingers working to continue giving back, thumb circling around, searching for the right rhythm, the correct pressure, for Aria, trying so desperately to resist the urge to lay her bloodied teeth into her neck, resisting only by whispering whispering into her instead. "I missed you, so fucking... much. I didn't mean it, what I said. I didn't." The words are smeared along Aria's neck, her shoulder, Autumn lays kisses into them all. "We deserve... some fucking good. You deserve some good. I ... fucking love you."

Before, Autumn couldn't do much against the onslaught of Aria's hunger - she just had to take it. Weak, human prey. Only now, she has the strength to stop it, hold her at bay. When she pushes and grips at her - wrenches Aria free from her neck, she knows she looks a sight and the hunger makes her snarl at being separated from the source of it.

It only lasts a moment before their lips are crashing together, smearing blood like lipstick all over their faces. Aria moans, loud and unbridled, into the kiss and she doubles her efforts to make Autumn cum. She shifts so her thumb presses into her clit, circling while she thrusts with three fingers - the slick sounds doing nothing to help her own arousal (both between Autumn's legs, and the blood between their lips).

She growls into it, still feeling animalistic. "If you don't -" Heaving breath, biting into her lip. "Fucking touch me." Her free hand goes up to Autumn's throat, squeezing slightly at the issued threat.

Aria grinds her hips down, seeking relief, "Please."

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

My mom always complaining about how I never spend time with her.... ma'am the last time we had a serious conversation you told me you thought i was making traumatic memories of my childhood up just to demonize you

[zouisalmightie]

sometimes i am put in situations that only could happen on tv but you can’t make this up

sonon wednesday my coworker called me during my prep period and was like hey can you come to my room really quick. and that’s normal like 1 im department lead so if they need something i told them to hmu and i got them 2. we’re friends so if you have to pee well fall each other to cover. so im like yeah sure what do you need. and this bitch goes [name of student i hate] keeps saying the n word with the hard er and i bet him he wouldn’t say that to a black persons face so can you come to my room to prove a point’ and she’s like laughing as she says this. with her whole class there like it’s some sort of joke; when she’s acting like she’s shaming this child. and like…. what the actual fuck. mind you, this kids that i hate HAS called me the n word with the hard er before my coworker KNOWS this because we all went out drinking afterward and i cried cuz i was so angry. so I was like what the fuck no and hung up on her. then like 30 mins later she texts me and says “that was such a silly call! i didn’t actually expect you to come lmaoooo. i just like to fluster them when they do things like that” and i didn’t respond and haven’t spoken to her since.

and we are in a bunch of group chats so i left the chats that aren’t work specific and blocked her number and blocked her on ig. and i don’t say anything to anyone at work cuz im grown and i can stop being friends with people without making it an announcement. and so today she texts one of our other coworkers that ive been friends with for almost 5 years now, like omg have you talked to asyah i think she blocked me on ig and idk what i could have done to deserve this it just makes me so sad cuz ive had people just stop being my friend for no reason before and i have abandonment issues please ask her if i did anything wrong. and so my friend came up to me like girl wtf and so i told her what happened and my friend was like this is the last straw for me she’s been saying fucked up shit for a while and i didn’t want to rock the boat but im tired of her.

and then my coworker texted one of my OTHER work friends like omg woe is me everyone is being so mean to me cue white woman tears™️ and im like…. i would have NEVER asked you to be in a position like this. when students do antisemitic things i stop that shit right then and there and never tell you about it because that’s harmful to you! and i thought we were friends i would never put you in a place of harm but you have the nerve to call me and ask me if i want a child to call me a nigger to my face? you laugh while you say it, then send me some fucked up not apology and then when im not fucking with your ass you drag my friends into your pity party? bitch fucking CHOKE.

i was just going to ignore her and leave it as it is but now she’s trying to play the victim like im the one in the wrong here. like im so mad! ive been mad since my homegirl came and told me what she texted her. im going to go to my union rep and let her know what happened too before this girl tries to tell the whole school im bullying her no one would believe her cuz ive been there for 6 years and have no problems with no one but i don’t like people being in my business and would rather get ahead of this but my GOD.

[hearts401]

raises my hand i actually like the concept of a shitty parent getting better i just hate when its used to be like "im good now so you should forgive me."

people grow and change and hurt people!!! and those hurt people deserve to move on without having to forgive their abuser!!!

[orcelito]

Honestly tho it's the "I don't love you" and "every time I said it was just automatic impulse" that's got me the most messed up. Like u couldn't even let me down softly by saying it just wasn't working out? You had to essentially tell me the whole thing was a lie??? After I TOLD you I had trust issues and felt like everyone is just going to leave me in the end???

Way to make me feel unlovable lol

[pepprs]

feeling despair i don’t know how to put into words. im trying to figure out why im like this and how i got to be this way but i can’t even do it bc of the way i am and what im like. if that makes sense. like the problem prevents me from fixing the problem bc i can’t get to the root of it. despair despair despair

[dukeofthomas]

Why Jason Todd doesn't believe in Batman's idea of ''justice'', or his way of doing things.