#hi i havent slept all night

[so-very-small]

sewing small pieces of metal into my tiny friend’s clothes so whenever i need to pick them up quickly i can just hover a magnet over them

[thenighttrain]

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[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Ted Spankoffski is Jackin It In San Diego coded

[enluv]

good morning everyone I had the worst night last night and it was all because of a cricket in my room that I can’t find 😐

[onepiexe]

ive not been on here at all oh my god

[ravenhairedgoldenretriever]

@snug-as-bugalugs-in-rugalugs you are so correct about the brothers and his sister but also his Jewishness! Like when he ran away to find himself he ran away to, well, a not Jewish community? like I would love to see him experience his culture. Even in the Jewish epsiode it's acknowledged that everyone "does it differently" ie he was worried about being bad at it but is told by having a Jewish mother, he is family!!! The emotions of having a culture he was born into but doesn't know, not really. But then again his brother were more familiar than his birth sister ever was, but also then again his sister left him and his brothers were both murdered. The emotional turmoil he could experience of having learned after a place he finally belongs after years of suffering, he went through his whole life losing to just learn of this.

Add on top that he's "new" to the faith but he would assume they have similar views of homosexuality that most of the world does. The idea of trying to find a place to belong only to go into that world all alone, truly alone, would be terrifying. His mother is dead but sang to him, his only real memory of her and he seemed surprised by the song itself, he was shocked to hear it like it was a memory that electrocuted him. He would normally be infodumping on how each culture has its own songs but maybe it's one that is translated or shared, etc etc and waxing poetic about how everyone us different but all humans are humans in the end, but no instead he hears the song and stops to listen to be sure. He stopped and just- listened. He went to the house at the end of the epsiode and he was so happy!! His smile was so small but bright! It's also very childlike almost, like how trauma victims will revert to an age they experienced trauma (I have personal experience, it doesn't happen to everyone or everytime and I'm projecting but it is a real thing) so it's understandable for Watts to be a little shy like a child because he would be feeling the trauma of his frankly stacks on stacks on stacks of trauma that is his childhood! Or maybe he's just shy! Would love to see how he would be with them long term.

Back to the part of it being the mothers last name. Did Clarissa choose to take the mothers name when they were left with the Marks'? Clarissa hates men even as a teen so of course she would never take a man's name, did she blame their father for their accident and it kick started her on her path, just a general resentment of being a girl in a man's world and wanted to take more "from the mother's side"? Or did their father willingly choose to take the mother's name? Was he progressive or was it just her name was easier to shorten to a more "acceptable name" i.e. Wattenbergs to Watts and that's what everyone knew them as prior to their deaths?

His parents are gone, we never see the woman who cares for him, the boarding house woman or something, so it's safe to assume she is gone in his adulthood conisdering she isn't there to mourn the loss of her second son and Watts was put working a full career at 16 while doing his best to care for them.

His sister left him, and his brothers were taken from him. And now he's to enter a community truly, utterly alone? Being acceptable warmly to a dinner/ceremony is one thing, but to be accepted into the community on the whole? Watts isn't great with communicating with others so he would know who to ask or how to just, roll up? Rent a place in the neighborhood? Go up to a stranger "hey, I'm Jewish btw. On my (dead) moms side. I'm not an orphan, I'm an adult who just has a dead family excluding my sister that willingly left me as both a child and an adult"??

This entire rant got me onto the fact he never got to be- or conisder or talk about considering and decide not to be- open with his sexuality with anyone important in his life outside of a few choice colleagues and a few men who seem to not want just/all of him? He never got to tell his family about his sexuailty, he never got to celebrate his new culture with his brothers!! He never got to try pretzels with them!! Did he pay for his brothers (the first) burial or was the mom still around? I know Watts did the second. Also what is Watts' like post life plans? His will and what have you. Does he plan to be bury next to them? Who does he trust to make sure this happens? I'm losing my mine.

Also I want him to meet Emily! Adopting Felix the boy from the orphanage!! Like???? Aaaa!!

rewatching Brother's Keeper and noticing that (like me) Watts hunches/bends over often but he normally had to when speaking to his brother(s). He's also way taller than his siblings, like me, and probably often does his best to seem smaller with most people. Unconnected to the brothers directly, but Watts gives off energy of hunching over to not take up space for multiple reasons.

Shoutout to Watts' comment about how some people "can't change the way they are" when talking of Nigel as a child hitting different post later episodes. Watts defends his brothers for being intelligent and insightful and wonderful even though with Down's Syndrome people of the time (and still today let's be real 😒), they would be dismissed as not being capable of committing crimes due to their disabilities. Watts would later go on to try and change his own "ways" dealing with his sexuality and question ways to change it.

Watts literally hates how society views himself and learns to accept it over time, but he never wavered in brothers. He loved them so much he knew they were better than what the world saw, but saw himself as the one who has "issues".

I'm overly exhausted so my words don't make sense, but in my head I have connections of Watts seeing the best in his brothers but the worst in the world due to the fact people could hate parts of himself he can't change (and he's tried!) but also the world sees the worst in the best people, people like his brothers, due to the fact they are different than the norm. He probably only became a constable to search for his sister but also to protect his family. His position probably deferred others not as aggressive as Nigel by giving him more "standing"; he wasn't just the "fake older brother, taken in out of pity" but a man of the law who cared deeply for his younger brothers and was as smart as a whip and just as dangerous when given the proper information.

[lunaria-maharlika]

Pt 2. EXTRA Danny accidentally becomes the president

P2 extra: Danny becomes the president

Danny slept for ONLY a few days and when he woke up he was healed of all injury. Oh, and also, he wasn't in his room. NO, he was in a mansion, a FRUITLOOP type of mansion. A beautiful gothic inspired mansion that screamed "I AM ELEGANCE, I AM BEAUTY I AM MONEY" it was only when he one of the workers in the mansion came in did he get informed about what happened these last few days.

APPARENTLY this wasn't just a mansion, it was a WHITE HOUSE. Except it was panted like a black and green galaxy because everyone hates white now

And also he's the president.

A Fenton is either EXTREMELY SUCCESSFUL or EXTREMELY UNSUCCESSFUL.

All he wanted to keep to protect his town from the GIW. But considering that fainted he was... unsuccessful? But that slight failure did help the amity parkers decide to help themselves and finally accept him as hero so maybe not??

He was happy that they accepted him and protected him but he really wasn't expecting this at all. Why in the world did they make him president??? He didn't think they liked him that much! Also! How is he president??? Amity park is just a random town in the middle of nowhere Illinois!

Wait...what??! WHAT DO YOU MEAN AMITY IS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY???!! I WAS OUT FOR 3 DAYS! THEY HAVENT EVEN STARTED CLEANING UP YET HOW IN THE NAME OF THEY ANCIENTS DID WE GET DECLARED AS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY????!

"I see..." Danny nodded after finally calming down. "So let me get this straight..." He counted on his fingers, "You," he looks at the woman in front of him "along side other people and ghosts, and mom and dad, and fright night, and Pandora...kidnapped the us president"

She nodded.

"Took him to UN headquarters, then Bribed, blackmailed, and harrased the UN members into declaring us a country"

.she nodded.

"Then declared me as king and president of amity"

She nodded.

"You know this new development is gonna attract the league of bitches right?"

"Oh we won't have to worry about that for now, but when they do then we'll be prepared." She smiled innocently.

Danny stared at her with tired eyes as he channeled his inner amity parker, the power to say well, I guess this is happening now. He sighed "Fine, but I can't be king and president at the same time. I can be king since you're all liminal, so technically all of amity is part of the whole ghost king territory." He sighed, "but I can't be president, too much responsibility, I'm already in charge of a whole ass realm"

So now they needed a new president, preferably some uncorrupt, someone who doesn't care much about the money and will always look for ways to improve the living standard, someone kind but not a push over.

Next day it was declared that.

MADDIE AND JACK FENTON, PRESIDENTS OF AMITY.

Danny was stunned when he saw the news. Did they seriously pick the resident mad scientists as president.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his parents and know that they're awesome but can they do this???

Turns out they can.

The president Drs Fenton's first move was healthcare for Both ghosts and humans and a free class dedicated to helping yourself.

Helping yourself classes include:

How to stitch your self up

How to use fudge as a weapon

How to fight the world most dangerous villains.

How to fight the worlds strongest heroes

Etch.

They launched some programs that might seem weird at first.

Programs like:

A defence class against sentient food.

Making friends with the realms

A school for the liminal

A class for avoiding the fae.

Using the blob ghosts as construction workers.

Etch

They might be weird but the end results turned out to be pretty usefull for the amity parkers.

At some point they decided to build a wall around the countrys property. It would ensure that only the amity parkers and people with permission would be able to enter/leave the town. There would be no gate and the only way out would be trough the portal system built by the Fenton's.

Danny thought it was too much

The amity parkers thought it was perfect, they didn't want anyone in their country, this was the kings haunt, this was their home and they would die and then come back as ghosts just to protect it.

And so the wall was raised..

Amity park continued to live in harmony and peace for many years...

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A couple of years later.

Flash had come across the wall.

And of course, alerted the league of bitches.

Batman was having a headache, no matter where he looked, no matter how many government systems he hacked, there was nothing. Not a single piece of info, not a single paper trail on what could possibly be whats behind the wall, and when it was built.

But it's impossible for something that big to just appear out of nowhere.

So the JL had suggested looking over Illinois via satellite, the wall didn't have a roof so they should be able to see the inside.

"What the heck" Oracle cursed as she looked at the camera. "Hey RR, look at this"

"what is it?" Red Robin walked closer, coffee mug in hand.

"Somethings interfering, I can't get a view of the wall at all" she took a sip of her own coffee as she tried hacking. Emphasis on TRIED.

The batcomputer was covered in static, then turned black. After that it flashed gold with a Egyptian like gold simbol and a message.

"NU UH"

" Get wrecked ".

Suddenly whoever was On the other side started hacking the batcomputer.

It turned into a nearly 24 hour, (Oracle: does this hacker not sleep??) battle of trying to keep the hacker away from their bat systems.

It only stopped when the hacker sent a message.

"Nice as this little war was, im getting bored so bye (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)"

Seizing the opportunity they tried to hack in. Only to be hit with a firewall and a virus.

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Life was good, life was stressful but it was good for Danny.

He thought to himself as he walked towards the wall that kept them safe.

Appearantly the clan of glorified furrys tried hacking them last night. Unfortunately for them not only was Tucker incredibly good at hacking, his liminality also gave him less need for sleep so he just kept messing with them until they were exhausted.

But this little occurrence made Danny think a bit. Now that the GIW was gone and the Anti ecto acts were basically burned without a trace , there was no need to hide. There was never a need to isolate their little country in the first place.

The amity parkers are free come and go whenever they want, the wall isn't here to keep them in, it's to keep the outsiders out. The rich familys often go out, they can't just disappear from society after all, but the other amity parkers, they don't. They haven't left at all, claiming that it was better for them here as they probably won't be accepted. Just because the Anti ecto laws are gone doesn't change the fact that liminals and ghost aren't recognized as species, they were closer to myths than metas and the world, (especially the league of bitches) werent like them, they were terrified of change. So they stayed in amity.

The people just wanted to feel safe for a while, lay low until they're sure that no one would hurt them any more. But they're stronger now, better than before and more ...magical.

Danny stops waking and looks back at the town. Liminals, ghost, blobs, and humans with ghostly features from the ecto walked, talked and played together. He grinned so what if the world would have a hard time accepting them? The worlds opinion doesn't matter, destroying it or fleeing to another dimension was always a choice and his people aren't the type to back down from a fight.

Yeah, It was time to reintroduce Amity to the world. He flipped the switch and the walls portal gate opened to Gotham.

Now then? They had a plan, his people suggested he take the lead in the plan and they will follow.

The plan? The plan was to become a head ache for Bruce Wayne, aka the The Furry knight.

Rich fruitloop with a plan to takeover the business world style.

_________

Tim is stressed not only is he stressed with the whole random Illinois wall situation he's also stressing out about this random Business man that appeared out of nowhere And is competing against WE!

Okay, maybe not competing but still!! It's only been two months, TWO MONTHS since this company appeared and it was already competing for one of the richest companys in America! How?????

So he tried looking into the owner. The owner looked like about his age! Looked like a fresh 18 year old but his file says he's 25, something about slow aging that runs in the family, maybe a meta gene? But theres no way he could build a billionaire company from scratch at only 25 so hes definitely born in a rich family. Daniel Fenton, his name, a perfectly normal name. Only issue is that, THERE ARE NO BILLIONAIRE FAMILIES NAMED FENTON!.

He looked deeper, he found an interview that said he was from a country called Amity when asked where it was, he gave coordinates. Not an address, not a continent, but COORDINATES. And Guess where the coordinates led?

THE FREAKING WALL OF ILLINOIS!!!!.

This man came from the wall! Well... Most likely INSIDE the wall. But from the wall nonetheless.

So he told Bruce, and what was the best way to get a business mans attention without being suspicious?

A GALA

Tags, I'm not gonna do tags anymore, might make a masterpost so look out for that instead.

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[cyberrose2001]

Hi hi! Your op drawings are so good?? My bby aaa drawing him (bots in gen) is so tough, I get too caught up in the details TT

Anyway, since I miss him lol I was wondering if I could request some... uh, gosh I hate this word but idk anything synonymous. Could I request pussydrunk tfp op?

Hope you're having a nice day/night btw <3

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TFP pussydrunk!Optimus x reader

Hi hello!!I am very proud of this and it's probably up there with my list of my favourite fics I have ever written. Thank you so much for requesting and liking my silly sketches of the blorbo. I've written this as gender neutral <3

(lowkey ive been writing heaps of OP eating pussy,,, its a canon event for me i cannot intervene..... anyway its 11AM and i havent slept yet but i needed to finish hggggh *dies of horny*)

Warnings: Oral sex (reader receiving), edging, reader has a vagina.

Word count: 657

18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI

Spending time alone with you has learned to be one of Optimus' most treasured past times. But as much as it pains him, relaxing with you is a rare treat. The usual business of the base either keeps him up all night, or he genuinely has no time. However, he tries his best to make the most of it, whether he's relaxing with you, cuddling you, or with his head glued between your inner thighs. 

Like right now. It was nearing two AM. Optimus has you sprawled out on your shared berth, his face pressed against your aching heat, finally finding sweet relief from his built-up arousal. It's been too fragging long since his face was buried in you. He misses it, and if Optimus had a choice, he would sacrifice everything he's worked for to keep you bare before him.

Two hours. Optimus had been lazily lapping at you for two hours now. At one point, his helm had lulled to the side to rest against your right inner thigh to not strain his neck. His glossa grows tired, and his energon roars through his hot frame.

His stamina is almost depleted compared to when he initially delved into your drenched pussy. Despite this, Optimus still has the capacity to tightly grip your hips, gently massaging them as you lie still for him. He is weary, yet he perseveres, ignoring his aching joints and pulsing spike painfully pressed against the berth because tonight is about you. He will make up for all those lonely nights you've spent in berth alone in one lengthy oral session.

It's very often that when Optimus gives you oral, his mind feels like he's been transported to a higher plane of existence, one where he has no responsibilities or obligations to lead a team, just the mind-numbing taste of you. It makes him dizzy and light-headed, similar to the buzz he gets when he has a high grade or two, but Optimus prefers revelling in you instead to get his high. 

As ever patient as you are with your star-crossed lover, your hips still gently roll and shudder involuntarily against his glossa, and Optimus fucking loves it. He loves your soft cries when he sucks on your clit, and he loves when you clamp your legs around his helm when your orgasm is merely within reach. But he won't let you finish just yet, not when he's yet to relish and thoroughly drown himself in your sticky sweet.  

His warm optics remain lazily trained on your face, only fluttering close when you squeeze his helm. The pressure from your thighs only heightens his hunger, a carnal desire to swallow every drop of your aphrodisiac juices. 

"Mmmmm," You mewl, sweaty palms digging into the berth, "Fuck, I missed this… why don't we do this - aah - more often, baby…."

Optimus doesn't respond, and he can't because his processor is so intoxicated and aroused that he can't even form a single coherent sentence. It's quite ironic, he thinks. A mech of his nature that is so poised and articulate in his vocable is conned by his own desperate need to surrender his intake to his humans' essence.

"Mmmffh," He purrs into your heat, parting your sensitive lips with his glossa, lazily swirling around your bud before pressing a gentle kiss against it. He can't help but grind his spike into the berth below at your whimpers, servos kneading into your soft flesh, "More… Primus, I need more…."

You titter breathlessly, snaking a hand to the top of his helm to lightly press his face further into your pulsing heat, and Optimus delightfully grunts. You shiver, biting back a moan at the vibrations, "Go ahead, hun, you've got me for the rest of the night."

Optimus may need to blow a hole into the sun to prevent it from rising, since one night will never be enough to satisfy his thirst for you.

[notthatmultifandomwhore]

Hugh surprises you (NSFW/18+)

Warnings: Vibrator used, Smut w/ plot, Drinking, voyeurism (kinda), no protection (wrap it before you tap it), use of nicknames (princess, babygirl)

Hugh and I have been seeing each other for a couple of months now while he's doing press for his new movie, "Deadpool and Wolverine". He's been working non-stop and has been doing countless interviews to promote the movie with with co-worker and best friend, Ryan. I haven't really gotten the chance to see him or talked to him because of how busy he is. And even though I havent been together long, I really miss him.

I was at home, relaxing after a long week of working and errands. I was spending some time in your bedroom late at night when you start thinking about Hugh. I thought about our first date, where he took me to dinner to a really nice place. I thought about how kind he was on his first date and how handsome he was. I remember I was so nervous because of how attractive he was. He wore a blue, tight button down shirt that showed off his muscles with denim jeans that complimented his body so well. Next thing I know, I start thinking about what happened after dinner. 

We drank a little too much wine, so he arranged for a car to bring us to his house, with my consent of course. When we got to his house, he pulled me in close and kissed me. He had my arms wrapped around my waist and gently pushed me against the back of the door. His lips traveled from my lips down my jaw to my neck as he left soft kisses. Once he got close to my ear, he whispered, "I've been wanting to do that all night."

As I continue to think about  our first date, I start feeling a familiar heat between my thighs. I get into my bed and I turn off the lights so I can continue to get in the mood. I reach into my bedside table drawer to find a bullet vibrator that I got from a friend's bachelorette party. I never thought I'd use it, but desperate time call for desperate measures. I strip down to nothing but a big t-shirt I had around, and turn it on. As I start to slowly press it against my clit, I continue to think about Hugh. He has such a nice figure, and he always knew to pleasure me. Even though we only slept together a couple times, each time had me weak for days. 

As I continue to think dirty thoughts about him, I start feeling a familiar pit in my stomach, and I get too distracted to the point where I don't hear my front door open and close. 

(Switch to 3rd Person POV)

Hugh walks in to the apartment, wanting to surprise his lovely girlfriend. He quietly sets down his luggage from his trip, thinking your asleep and not wanting to wake you up. As he walks closer to your bedroom, he stops dead in his tracks as he hears you moan and whimper. He immediately got concerned because he felt so bad for being away for so long, and thought that maybe you weren't alone in the room.

So he quickly, but quietly, started picking up his luggage again to leave, but as he was about to leave, he heard you moaning his name. And as much as it could've been a coincidence, he became curious. So he put all of his stuff back down, and come up to the bedroom door to find it cracked open. When he looked though the crack in the door, his throat become dry at the sight in front of him. There you were, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. He was shocked to see you like this, but then he started thinking about your first date and how wild you were while he was thrusting into you. He found his pants getting tighter and his knees feeling weaker as he realized that you don't know that he's watching you. And the thought of that drove Hugh wild. 

As he kept watching you, he started palming himself through his pants. You moaned his name again, and that's when he couldn't take it anymore.

(Switch to 1st POV) 

I feel the pit in my stomach grow bigger, and the noises I make become more desperate. And while I keep going, I begin to feel like I'm not alone. But I brush the feeling off since I was so close. 

Then that's when I hear him.

"That's it babygirl. Just like that."

I jump and grab the covers as I open my eyes to see Hugh standing there. As much as I was shocked that he was there, I was in so much heat that I needed him right then and there. So I got out of bed and grabbed him by the shirt and started kissing him. By the way his arms wrapped around me, I knew he felt the same hunger. He wrapped my legs around his waist and carries me to the bed. A few seconds later, he stopped kissing me.

"As much as I want to say hi and ask how you've been, I really need to feel you on my cock." He says as he takes off his shirt. I then follow his lead and take off my shirt, leaving me in nothing. 

(Switch to 3rd person POV)

He takes a few seconds to admire the view in front him, and then returns to kissing you. His lips feel so soft and warm against your skin, as they travel down your neck, down your stomach, and he goes between your legs. He lifts your legs on top of his shoulders, and wraps his arms around your thighs so you can move around as much. He then slowly kisses your thighs and travels down until he gets to your wet center. He licks as the way around, as you place your hands in your hair and pull a little.

"Fuuccck princess, you really missed me, huh?" He says in-between licks.

"Y-y-yes!" You managed to say as he continues to attack your clit.

"Fuck, I need you so bad princess." He stops what he's doing and takes of his pants and boxers, making his cock spring up while it throbs and aches for attention. He then gets in top of you, and slowly, yet some what aggressively puts it in, making you both make the most pornographic moans ever. He then thrusts in you at a somewhat fast pace, wanting to make up for lost time but not wanting to hurt you. As he's pounding into you, he places both his hands in yours and kisses you so passionately.

"Fuck, I had millions of women and men trying to throw themselves these past couple weeks, but all I think about was you." He says as he goes a little harder, hitting spots that make your eyes to the back of your head. He kisses down your jaw and makes small marks on your neck as you feel yourself getting close. It also like he sensed you feeling close .

"Oh fuck, cum for me princess."

You both reach your highs as you both moan and hold each other close. You both sit there for a few seconds to collect yourselfs, and as you open your eyes, you see him admiring you with a twinkle in his eyes.

"God, I missed you, princess."

A/N: Y'all, this is my first smut (we don't count the One Direction smut from 2011) so please let me know if y'all like this! I will try to write more if you do ❤️

[dragonakito360]

Counting Cats

Lyney x Overworked!gn!reader

Lyney visits your home after you miss his show, thinking something was amiss. He finds you still awake, busy with work, looking like you havent slept in days. And so, he helps you catch some sleep. I got this idea from Lyney's good night voiceline in the teapot. It's a little strange I couldn't find that like anywhere online?

CW: None, just pure wholesome fluff.

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"Lyney, you're overreacting." Lynette spoke, following her brother who was headed to your house. They had just finished a show at Opera Epiclese, and Lyney was looking forward to seeing you there. You always came to his shows, yet this night was different. It was the first time he had seen your seat empty.

"I'm not overreacting, Lynette!" Lyney explained. "[Name] never misses my shows, maybe they fell sick or maybe there's an emergency."

"Or maybe they're busy. Like a normal person." Lynette sighed, knowing that her brother wouldn't listen to reason. Not when it came to you, anyway. "I'll be heading home."

"Ah, yes. Go get some sleep, Lynette. I'll head home after making sure [Name] is alright."

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Finally making it to your house, Lyney knocked on the door. He hummed to himself as he waited for you. It was taking quite a while, perhaps you were already asleep? No, it wasn't that late yet, maybe you were getting ready?

"Just a minute!" He heard you call from inside. Not long after, you opened the door and found your boyfriend with his signature charming smile. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. "... Lyney?"

"It's lovely to see you, ma chérie!" He beamed, pulling a rainbow rose out of thin air and pinning it onto your shirt. "You missed my show, I was a little worried."

"Your show?" You reiterated, confused at first until it hit you. "Archons, that was tonight! I'm so sorry, Lyney, I didn't mean to miss it-" a finger was placed upon your lips, shushing you. You looked at the blonde, he had a sympathetic look on his face.

"I'm not upset, I'm just glad nothing serious happened to you, that's all." He leaned in, placing a soft kiss upon your cheek. You felt your shoulders loosen as you let out a content sigh. This man truly had a way with you, able to make stress go away with just a kiss. "But more importantly, you look exhausted, mon amour. Are you alright?"

"I'm alright, I just... Didn't get enough sleep the past few days. Work's been too much lately, I can't sleep well because of it."

"Well that simply won't do!" Lyney took your hand in his, bringing you back inside and into your bedroom. The desk and floor of your room was littered with all kinds of work related powers, and the sheets of your bed were just haphazardly thrown to the side. You hadn't noticed how messy had things had gotten till now.

"Let me clean up, then we can-"

"Tut-tut-tut! No objections." He quickly placed a finger to your lips. With a playful smirk, he headed over to your bed, fluffing up the pillows and tidying the sheets before sitting down upon it. Humming contently to himself, he patted the spot on the bed next to him. "Come to bed, dear, you won't regret it. It's comfy, warm, and best of all, I'm here!"

You playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. You indulged him, not like you had much choice— you know he would've dragged you to bed anyway. As soon as you sat down, Lyney took you in his arms, embracing you tight around the waist and climbing onto the bed. With his back against a pillow and the bed's headboard, he pulled you close. Your head rested against his chest, as you felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the soft beats of his heart. 'It beats only for you.' He'd often remind you. And you believe him, of course. How could you not? From the gifts to his kisses, and the charming words that leave you hanging on every single one, you had no doubt his love for you was true.

"[Name]? Are you alright? You've been spacing out for a while now." You snapped out of your thoughts upon hearing Lyney's voice.

"I'm fine, Lyney." You smiled reassuringly, snuggling closer to him. "I really appreciate that you want to help me sleep, but I don't think that's going to be easy."

"Well, I always do love a challenge. But this is beyond that." Lyney brushed his fingers through your hair, untangling some of the knots in your hair but took care not to tug too hard. "Not getting enough sleep is bad for your health. I don't want you falling asleep at my shows, too."

"Oh? So that's your true motive?" You couldn't help but laugh, with Lyney laughing along with you. "What's your plan on helping me fall asleep, hm?"

"It's simple, we'll count cats. Now close your eyes, and let your imagination take hold of you." You follow his instruction, shutting your eyes and focusing on his voice. "There we are. Now imagine... The bed is a fluffy cloud, cozy and warm. And on that cloud are floating grin-malkin cats, ready to jump over a ring, like at a circus show, mon amour. Oh, there's a grin-malkin cat, ready to jump. That's one grin-malkin, two grin-malkin, three grin- malkin..."

Lyney continued to count and by the 20th cat, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, seeing you finally sound asleep. He smiled softly, getting under the covers to cuddle with you, resting your head on his chest. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he closed his eyes to join you in slumber.

"Sweet dreams, [Name]."

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Hope you guys enjoyed reading this, to be honest, I was a little scared to post more but seeing as a lot of people liked my first Lyney x reader, I got the confidence to write more. I have an idea for a Kabukimono x reader, it'll be up hopefully before the end of the week!

[b0g-b0y]

Is It So Hard To Believe?

Price x M reader NSFW

“I got to say Y/n i'm surprised you really haven't slept with anyone?” Gaz spoke as the water fell from the group showers. “ Why is it so hard to believe that I haven't?” Y/n asked. This time Soap spoke. “ Your a bonnie Y/n” Soap said with a small chuckle. “ Think you have all gone mad” Y/n said. Throughout this whole conversation Ghost and Price havent said a word.

It wasn't long until Y/n was drying his hair with a towel. “ Think you need to go out more Y/n '' Gaz said as he walked by. “ Think you need to mind your own business Gaz, I don't put myself out there but I do have someone and we are taking things slow” Y/n said with a small sigh. “Whatever you say Y/n '' Gaz said.

Later that night y/n stood in the captain's room taking off his jeans he had on throwing them on a chair in the room. Price came into his room not to long after he finished brushing his teeth. “Don't give me that look, John.” Y/n spoke as he sat down on the bed with a small sigh. “ You really never had sex before?” Price asked as he looked at his lover with curiosity. “No i havent. Is it really that big of a deal that I haven't?” Y/ns eyes met Prices for a moment. “ No it's not a big deal, just surprised, Soap was right you're a pretty guy it's just surprising is all. I think you'd at least have a few partners in bed. I mean look at you doll.” Price spoke as his hand held Y/n's face softly. “ I'm not that pretty, and yeah i've dated other people just as far as i ever got was sexting that's it.” Y/n says as he grabbed John's hand and held it. John's blue eyes looked Y/ns body up and down. “ Would you ever want to try anything like that… maybe I don't want to make you do anything, I'm just asking for a doll” Price spoke.

And that's how/n ended up under Price as Price softly kissed down his body before he gently sucked and nipped at Y/n's nipple earning a small whine from Y/n. “ That's it making pretty sounds for me, didnt think youd be so sensitive doll” Price spoke before going up for a quick kiss. “ Me either, it's just different when it's someone else” Y/n said as he reached out to hold one of John's hands. The moment was intimate but sweet at the same time soft moans fell from Y/n's lips as Price loved him worshiping him, there was a smile on John's face as he looked at his work Y/n's chest rising and following as he panted softly. Y/ns stomach and chest were covered in marks that john left behind. Johns hand pulled down Y/ns boxers, John brought up the hand he held and kissed it softly before he started to stroke Y/ns cock. The sounds that fell from Y/ns mouth was like music to his ears, Y/ns yes were half lidded as he watched John stroked him. It wasn't long until Y/n came.

After a few minutes of coming down from cumming Y/n looked at John. “ What about you?” Y/n asked. “ What about me? This isn't about me it's about you doll” John spoke. “ But It would only be fair- '' Y/n said before Price cut him off. “ We can go all the way a diffrent night doll, I just wanted to please you. But don't worry love, I've made a mess in my boxers.” Price said as he showed his pre cum covered boxers.

It didn't take much convincing him that it was ok if he wanted to finish himself off. And after a quick clean up the both of you snuggled together, John kissed y/ns neck softly a few times. “ I love you for more than your body. You know that right. You know that I love you and no matter what I'll be here for you, and that my body is yours. I love you Y/n get some rest” Price said before the both of you fell asleep.

[datesinredink]

Heyyy so maybe I'm insane but. Do NOT Take This Cat Home (which I'll shorten to Dnttch) yandere rottmnt au. Hmmm. I havent slept in 24 hours so I don't know how you would meet them but I do know that it would be very fun to think about how the weird eldritch horror/"OH NO THEY EAT PEOPLE" part would come into play.

Oh wait actually IDEA you could start off meeting one of the turtles (probably Mikey, he'd be most likely to stick around instead of eating you and convince you to take him home because he's so lost and hungry in this new place, couldn't you pleeaaase take pity on this poor turtle?) and then over time, since we know in the Dnttch universe, the cat multiplies in at least two ways (I, in fact have not seen all the endings yet), so the first turtle could gather the other three over time. One could be from a plushie in the pet shop or won at the carnival (prob Raph), the second could be from the movie theater (Leo, I think the hypnosis is weirdly fitting for him), and the final one... Wait. I'm not sure. THERES A LITTLE LIVE PETS TURTLE???? YEAH OK THATS FUNNY I'LL PUT IT IN.

Buuuuuuttttt after the four are all gathered and living in your house (despite your insistence that you couldn't possibly afford to support them. luckily, despite occasionally waking up and seeing one of them in the corner of your room drooling, they've never shown any need to eat) they've gotten a bit attached. They saw you as a possible meal, at first, then a convenient hiding place, but they seem to have found themselves getting attached. They decide that since you've helped them soo much, that they should at least return the favor before they decide to eat you(something you're frighteningly aware they've almost done- the still healing scar from the last time the red one visited your room) or leave.

Now, you feel constant eyes staring holes into your back, and your rude coworkers now either show up on the news with their bones picked almost clean or don't turn up at all. Now, sometimes they'll bring back one of their kills to share with you (after all, aren't you hungry? They've seen you eat, but surely it isn't filling enough to really sustain you- to them, that's why you seem so tired all the time). Since you always turn them down, maybe instead they'll just have you help them store the leftovers!

Raph, as they've taken to calling the biggest of them, eats more frequently than the others to sustain his growth, so there can sometimes be extras that the other three don't particularly want at the time. He even goes out of his way to help you with tearing and cutting apart the meat! It's almost sweet, if only for the weight of what exactly you're putting in Tupperware right now.

Leo gets more aggressive about your attention now, always begging you to play games or watch TV with him. Sometimes he's even fine with just reading comics in the same place, as long as he gets to hold onto you in some way. It's annoying at best in the morning when you have to go to work, but downright terrifying when his marks flare up late at night after you've just insisted for the 10th time that you're tired and don't want to deal with him. Usually, the threat of flickering blue light vaguely forming some kind of sword is enough to convince you otherwise.

Mikey tries his best to help you adjust to your new roommates! He knows how stressed out you are about work, you should tell him about it! He'll even take notes about how they can all brighten your day, so feel free to speak your mind about that horrible lady who yelled at you today. Was she your boss? A coworker? Maybe a customer who asked for the manager? He'll give you a warm hug and reassure you that everything will be ok, and that maybe you should teach him a new recipe from granny's cookbook tonight to take your mind off things! The scene you wake up to the next morning is Mikey humming to himself while the girl's flesh sizzles in the pan you let him borrow last night, Raph drooling over said slab of meat, as well as Donnie and Leo playing the most intense game of rock paper scissors (a game they're glad you taught them- how else would they make decisions) to decide who gets the first plate of food.

Donnie's always useful to have around, his fascination with human technology quickly being honed into electronic mastery. Despite his more reclusive nature, he's still gotten you out of many a pinch with malfunctioning devices, like when you sorrowfully cradled your old toaster in your arms on your way to trash it, only for him to take it from you and return it a couple days later fixed up like new. You appreciate his contributions, and though you're the beta tester for a multitude of his dangerous inventions, with the amount he does for you, it's hard to not feel like you owe him, especially when he himself openly agrees with that point. You just wish he'd give you a break from the explosions...

[xxaraaq]

𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

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Sypnosis | You had worked you ass off to build up your... distinguished business. When a powerful and crazy man strikes up a deal you can't refuse, how will your relationship with him flower?

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cw | Toxicity, death threats ig, office sex, talks about drugs and other illegal activities, unprotected sex, etc.

Brothel owner! Reader x Mafia boss! Sukuna

A/N | Hey yall. Ik i havent posted anything in a while but I hope this makes up for it. It's lowkey nasty so have fun with that.

You worked hard to get where you were. You kissed more asses than you could count, laughed at stupid men's jokes to feed their fragile egos, and laid down in satin sheets with people you wish you could strangle while they slept. 

But you had made it, and now you were thriving.

You had finally gotten your own establishment with hundreds of beautiful women to please the money right out the men that visit them once their families rest for the night, it was a truly booming business. And you treated your girls right, with ample security and consistent checking for anything out of the ordinary. So many came flocking to you, you had to turn them down. And it hurt your heart seeing good profit like that walk away, but you had a standard you had to keep. Too many girls means not enough space, and that’s where it starts to get messy.

But you have your assistant, Toji Fushiguro to help out. He was all the muscles and glares to keep any unwanted company away, but sexy enough to keep the women occupied with their daily eye candy. It also helps that he’s as obedient as a dog and obsessed with you. You tell him all the troubles you go through, and he listens with a hum, massaging the knots out your shoulder as you groan in relief. And you appreciate it, letting his rough hands roam your body as you spread your legs. It was a fair exchange, and it was easy. Practically everything was.

Until he came.

You knew who he was – everyone did. And everyone knew that death followed him everywhere he went. They called him crazy, cruel, and cynical. You just thought he was an excellent businessman. You didn’t want him knocking at your doorstep, but you couldn’t help but respect his ways. He worked in a way that people feared and respected him. It amazed you if you were being honest, for not many men could do what he does how he does it.

He came to you with a deal. You hide drugs and counterfeit money for him, he supplies you with free men for security and any pardon you want from the police. It was a fair exchange, and you knew you couldn’t reject it anyways. So you shook on it and told your managers to round up all the girls to tell them as well.

It started out as strictly business. Short, muted phone calls about when the next shipments would arrive. Then for some reason, you wound up with his personal numbers. You declined at first thinking it was beginning to get friendly, but he brushed you off, saying that it was merely a way to keep in better contact. You knew where he was trying to head with you, but you were a curious person, and you wanted to see where this headed.

He started showing up more, through the back door of course. He would interrupt your business meetings with a care in the world, and you would have to deal with it, dismissing your employees while he stood stoic and tall, as if he was a cheeky kid proud that he got his way. 

“You can’t keep bursting into my room in the middle of the evening. People will think you like me.” You say, eyes peering at him as he walks towards you. “Since when have you cared about what people thought of you? If I remember correctly, you’re the owner of a brothel.” He sneers, talking to you as if you’re below him. You’re eyebrow quirks, picking up on his attitude. “Don’t put words in my mouth Sukuna, I didn’t say I cared about what people thought of me. I said, what will people think of you if you keep acting like I'm your mistress.” You spat, face wrinkling up in annoyance. His glare at your tone did nothing but make your cunt throb, but he wouldn’t know that, not until he fucked you at least.

“You are my mistress, or have you forgotten the meaning? He says, standing between your legs. You looked up at him with a gaze full of hatred, and he smirked at that. You did hate him, truly. But you couldn’t deny that he made you feel like no other, no matter how many people you’ve slept with. “What do you want?” Your eyes meet his as you stand up. He grabs your waist with a borderline painful grip. Something must be wrong, for he’s never held you this tight. “One of my men, a very truthful man, told me that he saw you with Gojo a week ago. Is he lying?” And it was. He wasn’t the only man you entertained, he just happened to be the best. You weren’t a sex worker yourself, but you liked to endeavor in sleeping with powerful men. It was a game to you, and you love seeing them come back for more. It was an addiction, and you were an addict.

“You’re not the only strong man in my life, y'know. You’re not as special as you think.” You caressed his chin, jawline sharp and newly grown stubble coming about. “Yeah, and who else do you fuck when I’m not here, hmm?” He questioned, looking down at you as you play with his tie. “I mean, obviously there’s Gojo. Then you have Suguru, they’re like two peas in a pod,” You laugh, “They’re great when they’re apart, but those boys are such a tease when I get them together.” You can see him get more agitated by the second, and it just spurs you on more. “I also fuck Toji on occasion, seeing as he’s the one most available. Really reliable, that one.” You smile to yourself, hands moving up to his hair. “There are more, but those are the ones I remember the most.” You tease, feeling your ribcage ache as he squeezes harder. He probably doesn’t even notice himself doing it, and that reason alone makes you grin. “You got anyone else to add to your list of clients?” He asks. It strikes a nerve, and you push yourself away from him. “Don't speak to me as if I’m a prostitute.” You snide, chest contracting in anger. “Aren’t you though? I mean, you fuck people for money, you dress clad in what? A dress that your boobs are bound to spill out of? In all ways besides actual, you’re no better than the girls you employ.” He says, sitting down in your chair.

If you could kill him right now you would. But even through anger, you’re not stupid. So you relax your face and stride over to him all so calmly, like he never degraded with such harsh words. “Is my boy mad because he feels like he’s being replaced?” You taunt, voice going up an octave. You sit in his lap like you’ve done it one thousand times before. His hands come up to your waist like second nature, and you lean in to whisper in his ear. “Well you are, so if I were you I would do something about it instead a throwing a conniption fit over the other men I fuck when you’re not here.”  

He pulls you back by your hair, smashing his lips into yours. You moan into him, grinding against his clothed cock. He lifts you up into the air, swiping all the contents off your desk. “That shits important you fucking idiot.” You curse, unzipping his pants. “Stop acting like you don’t have the means to replace it. 

He was right, but that’s not the point. 

You lift your hips up for easier access as he rips your underwear clean off. He stuffs it in your mouth flipping you over before you can react. You brace yourself on your forearms as he drops to his knees, lifting your dress off your ass, spitting a glob of saliva onto your already soaked pussy. “You’re one crazy bitch, you know that? Getting all wet for me as I demean all you’ve done to get where you are.” He snides, running his thick cock over your hole. You want to chide back, but you're breathless as he thrusts into you. The desk shakes as he ruts into you from behind. Your arm mindlessly reaches for his, grasping onto his bicep. He pins it to your back, leaning closer to your ear. “You had all this to say about me acting like a baby, but you’re crying and babbling like one. I remember you saying you hated hypocrites. Where’d all the fucking atitude go now?” He kisses you back, biting after. You shudder at the pain as the force almost breaks the skin; but a deranged, primal part of you wanted him to do it again until he did. 

He flips you on your back, clasping your thighs to pull you closer. “Keep em’ up.” He grunts, rubbing your clit in big, slow circles. You pull your legs up to your chest, spreading them wide to give him a view. He chuckles, slapping his dick on your now swollen cunt. “What would the girls downstairs do if they saw their beloved madam get spread on her desk like a used slut?” He asks, kissing his way from your ankle to the front of your foot. “What would your wife say if she saw you fucking me like a ‘used slut’.” He full on laughs at your remark, slowly pushing himself back to chastise you for your slick mouth. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then do it right.” You say, grinding your hips in search of friction. “Oh?” He hums, head nodding to the side in mock confusion. 

You don’t get another word in before he fucks back into you, harder than ever before. “Ohhh shittt.” You mewl, head throwing back by the sheer power of his thrusts. He grabs the nape of your neck, pulling your forward to look into your eyes as he gives you the best fuck of your life. “You got something to say baby? I can’t hear you over your pussy y’know. You’re gonna have to speak louder.” You could say he’s tormenting you at this point. And you hated to say that you loved it. “C-cum in meee.” You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “You said what? I can't hear you baby, ya’ gonna have to speak louder than that.” He banters back and forth, thrusting getting sloppier as his core tightens too. “I s-said I want you to c-umm in mee.” You sob, tears streaming down your face. “You forgot the magic word princess.” He runs on, poking at you to set you off. “I’ll fucking kill you you son of a bitch.” You curse, reaching up to pull him towards you. You smash his face into yours as the band in your core snaps. “Fuckkkkkkk.” You wail, legs shaking as you ride out your orgasm. Sukuna follows right after you, shooting hot spurts of cum into you as his groans fill the rooms. All you hear is heavy breaths as he collapses on top of you, sweat and slick covering both of your thighs and torso. 

You draw shapes on his broad back as he rests between your legs. “If you ever sleep with Gojo again, I’ll kill the both of you.” He says, standing back up. You knew he was being serious, but you liked to press his buttons. “I’ll invite him over the next time you come then. You’ll learn how to share better that way.” You roll your eyes, closing your now aching legs. He sucks his teeth, fixing himself as you do the same. “Your mouth will be the reason someone kills you one day.” He says to himself, shaking his head with a snarky smirk gracing his face. 

You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That day will not be today, and that person will not be you. Count on it.” You whisper, pecking his lips. He will never cease to be shocked by your articulation. “Now get out.” You command, straightening yourself out in your compact mirror.

He might fuck you like a dumb whore, but he’ll always know that you’ll always beat him at his own game.

-Nene

[calamarispiderart]

wrote something.

^ ao3 link.

just for fun, out of impulse really. i havent written in a few years, so apologies if its a bit of a mess. cw for violence, strangulation and reference to self harm. will put the full thing under the cut.

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Mind awoke with a start.

This alone wasn't atypical for him; When he slept, in times like these, it was fitful. Nightmares plagued him with specifics that frequently vanished in the morning, soaking him with a sense of dread that dampened his day all the way through 'til the next night, and even in the rare moments without that dread, one of his... roommates... would swiftly repair the lapse.

Mind, of course, was not one to play favourites. Of course. Soul and Heart alike held a keenness in their actions, along with their mutual antipathy. when one so chose to drag themselves out of the tombs of their rooms, it was rarely due to a good mood.

...Although, Mind would be remiss to not acknowledge the clear and blatant fact of the matter.

Heart was worse.

There exists many things to evidence this. Heart was cruel. Heart was unreasonable. Heart was unrepentant. Heart left barely a tablespoon of milk in the bottle and put it back in the fridge without just using it and throwing the bottle out, and despite whatever lies and excuses that pathetic man gave him, Mind knew it wasn't Soul. Soul barely left his room. Heart left his room often enough to start fights, and to set things where they would most inconvenience Mind, and to bloody the few good knives they had in the kitchen.

Mind was growing tired of washing purple and blue from blades. The dull reddish-brown that occasionally muddied the otherwise cool-toned water in the sink was, most likely, from the meals Mind occasionally prepared.

Heart was worse.

Many of these complaints flashed through Mind's thoughts, practically habitually, and then were quickly replaced with the sudden awareness that he wasn't actually breathing.

He wasn't... breathing?

Other sensations struggled their way past the panic to contextualize.

He couldn't breathe.

There was something around his neck - Something soft pulled taut, like fabric.

He couldn't breathe.

There was something on his stomach - A heavy warm weight, shifting slightly. It had his bedsheets trapped too, pinning his arms down painfully so he couldn't flail much of anything.

He couldn't- His eyes were clamped shut, another habit formed from poking fingers and a strange sense of guilt, and they flung open as soon as the slightest thread of air made its way down his lungs. His vision was black for a long, terrifying moment. Blood rushed past his ears with a pounding beat that matched the sharp pain of his head and all he could hear was his own frantic wheezing as vision resolved to form a staticky shadow leaning over him.

The shadow, which had thus far been silent, broke into a hysterical laugh that Mind's addled thoughts could barely process as laughter. It sounded like crying. It leant closer, a hand shifting to press down heavily on Mind's chest for balance, and it was only once that laughter resolved into words that Mind realised it was Heart.

"Are you awake?"

The something around Mind's throat loosened further as Heart lifted his other hand to pat at his face with an unsettling gentleness that matched the careful tone of voice.

"Mind?"

His blindfold - That's what was around Mind's neck. The delay in realising that would be embarrassing, and with Mind not all there enough to control himself, embarrassment was felt with no reprimand. Heart, as if sensing Mind's momentary failure and not wanting to distract, was silent until the panic reinstated itself.

"Mind. I know you aren't dead, I can feel you breathing."

Out of spite for that murmured statement, Mind coughed hard enough to jostle the man atop him. He continued coughing, harsh and painful. Unable to curl in on himself for the knees digging into his side, each spasm was met with a sharp spike of pain through his chest. Phlegm rose to line his tongue. It was swallowed down with the acid.

Heart's hand was still patting his face, as if trying to comfort him. Mind would push it away, but his hands were twisted strangely under the sheets, one starting to go numb from where it was trapped under his own hip. He wriggled slightly, to no gain. Finally, he managed to speak.

"Did you just try to kill me?"

It felt like gravel to say, and sounded it too.

Heart laughed again in response. "Like you haven't done the same?" The words lilted like a joke, but there was no smile. More silence. As if that at all constituted in answer.

Mind tried to keep the waver out of his voice with his next words. Tried to sound firm, commanding and confident. "Ge- get off me. My arm's going numb." There was a small squeak on the third syllable.

A huff from the man above him, petulant and sounding exactly like an irritated dog; Heart leant back, and Mind almost had the stupidity to believe that was him listening. Mind wasn't stupid. Instead, the hand that had been on his face slid down to his neck, still soft and so, so gentle as fingers and thumb curled gracefully around the fragile shell of cartilage. Like they belonged.

"Why should I care, Mind." Same tone as always, but this time with the coldness of a statement, not a question.

Mind took a breath in to answer anyways, and found himself unable to breathe out the moment he tried, Heart's fingers tightening like a vice.

It didn't hurt this time, not at all. The noose of fabric was far less forgiving, and so it had hurt, but this was controlled. Mind felt a bit light headed. He'd have grit his teeth, but his jaw was relaxed in the failing instinct to gasp and he instead let out a weak little croak.

"I bet you look like a fish right now." Heart leaned in close again, searching eyes squinting and wandering past their intention until they focused just enough for him to exclaim, "Hah! You do!" A pause, hand loosening as Heart thought, and tightening again for a short moment as he clearly came to a conclusion. "You'd probably be a sunfish. Bloody useless. What do you think?"

Mind was given his voice back to respond, Heart's fingers tapping patiently along the side of his neck as he caught his breath. "Sunfish? The..." Spoke before his lungs were full. Tap, tap, tap. "I- I hate those things. Can't I be a squid or... or something?"

As if Mind needed Heart's permission. Maybe the oxygen deprivation was causing some sort of brain damage. Maybe that's what Heart was wanting - The skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, and he tightened his grip again, as if it was just for the fun of it. It probably was, for all Mind knew.

This time was held for even longer, the static filling Mind's head mixing badly with the static filling his arms. The pressure Heart was putting on his throat grew harder suddenly, as if Heart had had a particularly bad thought and was responding to it. It didn't let up until the roaring filled Mind's ears again and his vision went empty, long enough for Mind to squirm in fight and then start to fall limp. Only then did heart let go.

The blindfold burnt slightly as it was pulled away from around Mind's neck, a feeling he only vaguely registered while he wheezed in recovery. Heart moved away and off the bed. Finally Mind could curl up, turning onto his side with a hiss and a grimace at the pins and needles shooting their way up his arms.

"What- was the point in that?"

"...Don't tell soul."

Footsteps, and then Mind's bedroom door clicked shut with a quiet finality.

Heart was worse.

[lighthouseshepard]

I know you just had top surgery - how was it? How was the healing process? I’m scared to death of surgery but I desperately need these off

HI NYX!!! ok im gonna try and be as brief and concise as possible because theres honestly quite a lot i could talk about but! heres some thoughts under the cut

so honestly as someone who has had a few surgeries in the past for other medical issues - this ranked VERY low on the pain scale. maybe a 4/10 tops at its worst (although i do understand everyone is different). the surgeon kept telling me "many people do not find this operation particularly painful" and i did not believe him one bit until afterwards. i had prescription pain medicne and antibiotics to take, but honestly i only needed the prescription medicine for about 3 days, and then after that i was fine with tylenol. after a week really i didnt need to take anything consistently, it was here or there if i happened to start moving around too much.

the worst part for me overall was the BANDAGES. after you wake up youre gonna be wrapped within an inch if your life with ike 2 inches of gauze and tape and an ace wrap holding it all together. if you have drains (which i did) you can't shower until they're out and the bandages come off, anywhere from 5 to 7 days usually. mine was 7 days and i was miserable. the drain emptying wasnt that bad tbh, someone helped me the first 2 times and then i was able to do it myself afterwards. if youre bad with blood or bodily fluids then youll def need someone to help you there. the drain removal process, to be completely honest, was. also bad. it lasted maybe five seconds per drain but i didnt breathe right like they told me to and had a vasovagal reaction and passed out. i dont say this to dissuade you! but it was not pleasant

the main thing probably is gonna be stiffness and soreness. you literally won't be able to do anything with your arms for at least a few days - its bordering on 2 weeks for me and im just now able to pull a shirt over my head without stiffness. you DEFINITELY will need someone to help you with basic tasks those first few days, getting food, getting dressed, etc. some ppl get bruising on their chest just from the skin being manipulated and etc but surprisingly i havent had any bruising yet?

also!! again some places differ, but mine was a same day surgery. after a few hours of waking up i was able to be bundled into the car back to the hotel. youre gonna be really groggy but i was able to walk just fine, albeit very slowly with help. the surgery itself was the blink of an eye to me. i remember them putting an o2 mask over my face and then i was OUT. seconds later i was being dragged up out of unconscious well by the nurse's voice.

ill say too, i 100% understand the nervousness and fear. the 2 weeks leading up to the surgery were like. awful andnsnjf. i was so anxious and terrified of the pain only to find it genuinely was not that bad at all. you know the this too shall pass lighter i have. i slept with that clutched in my hand the entire night before surgery. it was very much a "do it scared" situation and having those things of comfort and reassurance whatever they are to you can help immensely. and i did do it! and the relief i felt a week after when i finally got to see made literally all of it worth it. theres still healing to go (i took a month off work also) but im taking it very slowly and trying not to rush enjoyment of this body c: most of the healing process has been letting the body do its natural work and being patient with it, a thing i am usually not. i still have to dress the area for another 2 weeks maybe, but then i can start scar care!!!

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Twenty

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

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Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

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