#i don’t want anybody to fucking tell me i don’t know my body ever again. i TOLD you people it was the tendon and did anybody listen???? no

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Only I would get diagnosed with a hamstring tear and feel smug about it

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SOMETHING DIFFERENT !!! OSCAR P. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oscar piastri wasn’t usually like this, but she was so lost in her feeling that all she could do was listen to him.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, mean dom!oscar (heavy on dom), fingering, brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, short smut because i just wrote this lol

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it was as if she had lost her lungs from writhing and whining. 

her legs violently shook as she came for the fifth time tonight, her eyes glistening with overwhelming pleasure and her mouth letting out nothing but a silent whine. her body was on fire from the endless orgasms she had gotten through the night.

yet oscar piastri kneeled in front of her with his thick cock still stiff as ever, his chest rising as his head beaded with sweat. he looked at her as if he hadn’t just fucked her brain out for ages. 

he wasn’t usually like this. he looked like a man on a mission— a mission to give his girlfriend endless orgasms until she’s unable to walk for a whole month. he just came home from a long double header and here he was now— waiting for her to calm a little bit before his fingers started to touch her glistening cunt again.

he watched her cunt clench around nothing, licking his lips when her cum dripped down to her puckered hole. his fingers slowly pressed and rubbed on her clit, eliciting a mumble of, “too much, ‘scar,” from his partner as he shushed her softly. 

he wasn’t like this. he would’ve allowed himself to cum after she’d cum all over his mouth and fingers— now he expected her to cum all over his cock repeatedly and have her beg for it. 

he wasn’t this demanding either. if anybody would dare ask what the fuck happened to the quiet and polite oscar, his girlfriend would answer with a shrug… should she come back from her high by then. 

“gonna fuck you more, baby,” he murmured, his fingers traced on her lips before sliding two fingers inside her cunt. 

she squealed, “o- oh! fuck!” pressure built up in her lower stomach as oscar’s fingers curled up against her sensitive spot. 

“oscar, ‘s too much, too- hah! fuck! ‘s too much!” her legs began to kick away from him, but his other hand had pushed her down to where she was and his fingers relently fucked her cunt. 

“you got one more,” he muttered and looked at her firmly, “stay still.”

“os- it’s too much! please!” she pleaded. she didn’t even know what the fuck she was pleading for. all she knew was that her body was desperately writhing under his touch and her cunt was throbbing around his fingers. 

he tsked, “you have more in you, baby. don’t lie to me.”

“‘m not,” she sobbed, her voice jumping an octave as she cried out, “fuck— i’m cumming again, fuck fuck! shit~”

he crooned, “see? you’re a good girl f’me aren’t you?”

“fuuuuck~ oscar, please,” her eyes were shut tightly as she begged, “i’m gonna— oh my goooood~ can i-“

“can you what, princess?” oscar’s face feigned innocence, yet his thoughts were nothing but sinful as he smirked and fucked her. “tell me. can you what?” 

“can i- i-“ she was running out of words, eyes were letting go of her tears. 

she wasn’t sure if she hated this version of oscar or not. because oscar trusted her enough to show this side of him— the more assertive and dominant one. she loved him, really. 

but god was she so fucking frustrated that he wouldn’t finish her thought process already. he wouldn’t just tell her immediately to cum before she could even say it. he was fucking her relentlessly with his fingers and he was still expecting her to answer. 

she whined, uttering incoherent words as oscar tutted and demanded quietly, “i can’t read minds, baby. tell me what you want.” 

yet she let nothing out, whining and shaking against his touch.

then… nothing. 

she almost cried when the pressure in her stomach faded away immediately, her eyes opening quickly as he looked at her with sheer disappointment in his face. 

she babbled, “b- but-“ 

“you weren’t listening, baby,” he laughed mockingly, pressing a sweet kiss that contrasted with his cruel words, “i told you. if you can’t tell me what you want i’m not gonna give it.” 

“os-“ her lips formed a deep pout as oscar scoffed. she was just so fucked out— she couldn’t find herself to even argue. 

“you should’ve tried harder, princess,” he murmured, “i would've let you cum again. and again. and again.” 

“but you didn’t listen,” he tutted again and clicked his tongue. “you’re so spoiled that you thought you could easily get things that you want without telling me, hm?” 

“‘s a good thing ‘m here,” oscar pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock prodding at her wet cunt. 

she whimpered at the feeling, wriggling against him before his hand slapped the side of her thigh. the impact left her moaning as he muttered, “you better start asking sweetheart— or else ‘m gonna have to fuck the word ‘please’ out of you.” 

so much for a quiet, polite man. 

he was so different that she wasn’t sure if she had the answer for the sudden change, either. all she knew was that she needed to behave and be vocal if she wanted to cum on his cock. 

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giving loser!ellie head for the first time

a/n: wrote this a while ago but since i havent put anything out in a bit, figured this would suffice. inspired by that one twt video...

content/warnings: 886 words, gn reader, cunnilingus (e receiving, r giving), ellie's first time, fingering

eating loser!ellie out is a religious experience

you blow lightly, the cold sting making ellie's legs shudder. it’s her first time having someone go down on her, and you think it’s a fucking shame. every other girl must be blind to not want this sensitive, soaked pussy that clenches around nothing.

then again, you’re glad nobody else has done this for her, because you have the privilege of being first. thank god for that, you think, because you don’t want anyone else to get this kind of perfect view.

closest to you is her clit, puffy and pink with arousal. your eyes gaze next to the trail of neatly-trimmed hair leading up to her navel. just earlier, you’d teased her, licking down that line as she squealed and put her head in her hands. you’d just laughed. “i’ve never been touched there-"

she’d never been touched anywhere. it’s why she was so ecstatic every time you laid a hand on her. originally, you’d thought ellie was just introverted. that she didn’t like anybody touching her.

and then you’d learned she didn’t dislike your touch- on the contrary, she fucking loved it. she loved it so much she had to shy away from it, otherwise her clit would throb and she'd feel the familiar wet spot grow in her panties and her mind would start to wander and think of that time you bent down in front of her in that tiny, slutty skirt and-

ellie shakes again, face flushing the prettiest scarlet you've ever seen. it brings out the ambers and forest greens of her eyes. you lick a stripe up her entrance and she brings both hands up to clutch her face.

"oh shit- oh fuck, oh my god. holy-" her reactions are so cute that you almost feel bad for laughing at her so much, but the embarrassment she gets from it all is just too delicious to stop.

you pinch her clit in between two fingers and her hips jump up into your face. you suck harder and she yelps- is it mean? maybe. but you can tell that even though she's sensitive and nearly overstimulated, she feels amazing.

as your tongue continues its assault on her, she begins to move away. you know it's purely reflex, but you're persistent. ellie, despite being so sensitive, hasn't cum yet and you desperately need her to. when she props herself on her elbows and begins to throw her body backwards to try to shy from your touch, your arms hook around her thighs, encasing her. she can't get away, and this position allows your hands to further spread her open.

"pleasepleaseplease babe, come on, be nice to me." she rambles. despite her pleas, she was just as desperate as you, eagerly wanting to come undone on your tongue. knowing this, you don't repent.

she's still on her elbows, eyes transfixed on the way your mouth fucks her, how you look just as pleased as she does, like she's the best meal you've had. it very well might be, you think. her noises turn incomprehensible. you can make out vague "please"s and "fuck"s, but other than that, she's fully gone. ellie's breath is heavy and shallow. you hope this is a sign that's she about to finish.

your feel her clit twitch on your tongue, and you realize that, yes, she's getting closer. you speed up and ellie starts to thrash around. you look up at her, making eye contact, and she moans, throwing herself back against the bed. "babe, please! fuck- oh shit-!"

ellie's movements become more violent and you let go of her for a moment. she whines, thinking you're stopping to punishing her for being so defiant. as you lean back and sit on your legs, she begins to stutter out an apology that's cut off when you grip her waist and pull her up towards your mouth.

your lips start their assault again. ellie's legs are over your shoulders and her hips are elevated above the bed, allowing you to get into just the right angle that makes her scream. she grinds herself against your face and lets out more indistinguishable noises that you can only assume is ellie begging you to stop, but the way she pushes herself further into you, grinding her clit on your tongue, is telling you something different.

she squeals and you laugh into her cunt, sending vibrations through her body. the way she clenches tightly around your face, clamps down, and all but screams your name tells you that she's about to cum.

"fuck, oh fuck, please- please! a little more i'm almost- i'm so close to- haaaaah!" she finishes with a loud groan that fizzles out into pants. you fuck her through it, tongue slowing down as her head lolls to the side. her eyes are crossed and her legs shake slightly as you pull off of her, putting her thighs on the bed.

you kiss her forehead and she smiles softly. "you did so good for me, els. how was that?"

she grins cheekily, heavily lidded eyes focusing on you now. she bites her lip when she sees the gleaming slick covering your lips.

"it was fucking amazing, is what is was. you think i can do that to you sometime?"

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[viranellee]

you'd never guess (i'd never know)

synopsis: the only thing eddie roundtree likes about billy dunne is his younger sister.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill, but it's never mentioned)

a/n: the lack of eddie smut on here is appalling

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“Where are you going?”

Frozen in your tracks, you slowly turn around and meet Eddie’s still sleepy but inquisitive gaze, and as his eyes look you over from head to toe, it morphs into a distinctive shade of lustful. You allow yourself the liberty to admire him as he does the same to you - unguarded and vulnerable in his half-awake state, the nest of tangled light brown hair on top of his head, his naked body painted with love bites underneath the white hotel sheets.

You want to kiss him.

“Sweetheart, c’mon. Come ‘ere.” He tries coaxing you, but you know the rules by now. No matter how sweet the temptation is, no matter the things his deep, husky morning voice does to your insides, no matter the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest everytime you lay eyes on him, you need to be unfailingly secretive about this, whatever it is, between you two. Otherwise the deadly tornado of a man your brother Billy is will turn it into ruin with a single flick of his hand.

Even still, it seems that you’re the only one rightfully worried.

"Eds, I have to leave, you know this.”

Something hardens in his gaze for a moment, but it quickly slips away. It pains you to watch it. You lean down to kiss his cheek in an attempt to make him feel better, but he turns his head around, capturing your lips with his. You gasp and instinctively fist your hands into his hair as he rearranges you to sit on his lap. There’s something desperate about the way he holds you and kisses you this particular morning and it sets everything in you on fire. You moan into his kiss despite your brain screaming at you to get the fuck up and leave before anybody finds out you’re not in your room. Eddie seems to sense your overthinking, as he usually does, and slips his cold hands underneath your blouse, letting his long fingers trace your spine, trying to soothe you.

"Focus on me. Don’t think about anything else.” Eddie instructs and you suddenly feel lighter.

You kiss him again, a silent thanks for bringing you back to the present, and it’s his turn to moan as he presses you down on his hard-on.

"A couple of kisses and I’m already rock hard like a fuckin’ teenager. Jesus, the things you do to me.” He mutters, more to himself than you, but the words still manage to leave their impact on your nether regions.

“Eddie, Eddie…” you pant as his mouth begins to place greedy kisses down your neck. “We’re…we’re going to be late for breakfast.”

He laughs against your skin and you swear you’ve never felt something so good.

“I’m already having my breakfast, sweetheart, and it’s much better than the shit they serve down there.”

Fuck.

---

“Anyone got any idea where Eddie and my sister are?” Graham asks his friends, in the midst of swallowing his piece of omelet.   

Warren shrugs.

“Eddie’s probably still sleeping. I mean, when has he ever shown up for breakfast on time? Let the guy get some sleep, man.” 

Graham nods a couple of times, deeming the explanation logical. It doesn't stop him from thinking about the person left out from it.

"Yeah, sure," he starts "but my sister always shows up. I...I don't know, maybe she slept in this time, but maybe I should go up and check." 

Karen suddenly pipes in from her place next to Graham, putting her hand on his thigh. 

"Don't. For we all know, she's just sleeping in." She says, looking at Warren from across the table pointedly, who takes the hint and nods reassuringly at Graham. "And you know how she gets when someone wakes her up. Let her rest." 

"But what if she's hungry when she wakes up?" 

Karen sighs, closing her eyes for a couple of seconds. Warren inhales sharply, a tell-tale sign of him holding in his laughter. 

"Graham. She isn't an infant. I'm sure your sister is fully capable of getting breakfast for herself." She says, but he still doesn't look entirely convinced.

"Yeah, but I don't want her to be alone." Graham pauses. "I don't want her to feel lonely, y'know." 

"Hey, chill man. She and Eddie wake up around the same time anyway, they usually get breakfast together, don't they? I really don't think there's anything to worry about." Warren adds, as he takes the last bite of his P&J sandwich. 

Graham silently leans back in his chair and Karen takes the opportunity to change the subject.

"Anyway, uh, how's Lisa, Warren?" 

KAREN SIRKO: I knew she and Eddie were fucking from the moment I saw them together. 

WARREN ROJAS: For the record, I had no idea they were fucking. 

GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs] Can we not talk about this, please? 

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"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so good bouncing on my cock like that." 

You don't know how long you two have been going at it. What you do know, however, is that Eddie Roundtree, the insatiable sex maniac, has already put you through five different positions and this is the sixth one.

"Eddie, I…I don't think I can..." You start saying as you feel your strength leaving your body, but he knows. He always knows. 

He tightens his hold on your hips and drags you up and down his cock and you have to physically put a hand over your mouth when he hits that spot inside of you. 

"Found it, huh?" He comments, with that goddamn cocky glint in his eye and you would have normally rolled your eyes at him if it weren't for the fact that they were already rolling towards the back of your head. 

"Shut...up!" You pant, and he smirks. As soon as you see that smirk, you involuntarily tighten around him. Eddie groans when he feels it and you lean down to kiss his Adam's apple, and then - him. He cups the back of your neck with one large hand and you shiver.

"I'm, I'm close. Eddie, fuck!" You barely manage to stutter out and he goes even faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. He presses a sweet kiss to your collarbone and immediately goes back to whispering filthy things into your ear.

"Cum for me, love. Cum on my cock." He urges, breathless, something swimming in his eyes you've never seen before, and you do just that. 

You think you might have screamed. You don't know. All you remember is Eddie.

You hide your face in his shoulder, sensitive and exhausted - he cums shortly after, your name on his lips like a prayer. You sigh when you feel him soften inside of you. He falls back on the pillows and you fall along with him, head on his chest and his hand playing with your hair. 

It's comfortably silent after that, so silent in fact, that for a second you think Eddie might have fallen asleep. You tilt your head upwards to place a kiss on his jawline, but you find him already staring back at you, an uncharacteristically contemplative look on his gorgeous face. 

"What?" You question, growing increasingly worried. 

This is it, you think, this is when he ends things. 

My worst fear is coming true.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Y'know, I've played in front of hundreds of thousands of people. I know what anxiety feels like. But laying in that bed with her, looking at her, was the most nervous I'd ever felt in my entire life. 

"I…" He begins and closes his mouth, as if carefully choosing his words, but doing nothing to ease the pit in your stomach. "Well..." 

You stand up upright, a typical "Dunne frown", as he liked calling it, on your face. 

He should look me in the eyes, at the very fucking least. 

"Oh, is this what you're doing now? Fucking me one last time before you reject me? You've had your fun, is that it?" 

Y/N ROUNDTREE: I do admit that I... misjudged the situation. But when you've been with assholes in the past, sometimes you come to conclusions a bit too quickly. 

Eddie's face scrunches up into a mixture of shock, confusion and slight sadness.

"What?" He asks so loudly that it makes you feel embarrassed. "What in the actual fuck are you on about? Why would you even think that? Sweetheart, I was going to say I love you."  

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I'll never forget the look on her face, swear to God. [laughs] 

"What?" You parrot back, just as loudly. It takes a beat or two for the words to sink in.  When they do, you start laughing like you've never heard anything funnier. 

Eddie simply looks at you like you've grown two heads. 

"Oh, Eds. Please don't lie to me like this." You cover your face with your hands.

Suddenly, your hands are being gently pulled away - he's staring at you so softly you think you might die. You might have actually died and this is your heaven. It certainly feels like it. 

He whispers your name and you whisper his back. 

"I love you." He says, cupping your cheeks,  and keeps repeating it as if trying to get it through your head. 

"Eddie…" you breathe against his lips. He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, pupils dilated like you're his new favorite drug. You might actually be. "Eddie, I lo-"

"SOUNDCHECK IS IN 30 MINUTES, ROUNDTREE, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE DAMN BED!"  

Fuck.

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EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She might not have told me she loved me that day, but - [shows wedding ring] - I know. I know.

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cotton candy princess and her peppermint knight

gojo satoru x black fem reader

tw + — semi rushed , two timeskips, smut, more plot than smut, onomatopoeia used, candyland fantasy au ,

cw + — reader has a nightmare before, reader has a wet dream , reader and gojo having a past fling is mentioned , candyland fantasy au , slightly ooc, satoru’s hair is white with red highlights, gojo has a slight personality switch in the later half, gojo calls reader princess teasingly, gojo is a full human,

syn — reader helps his dear princess when she wakes up from a very detailed dream,

a / n 🍭 : had one hand on the phone and the other on my hoohah .

back to candyland . ​divider creds : @ / anitalenia

17+ ( but I can’t control anybody’s fingers so beware . )

When nanami wasn’t there gojo was for your lonley nights in the kingdom. He knew your frequent nightmares and he thought this would be one of those nights. Sitting outside of your door on guard for you tonight.

On this particular sunday knight while just fooling around on patrol outside of your room he heard you finally make a concerning noise made him jump up and open your doors.

You were there in your bed sitting up, your eyes wide, pink jello bonnet off, your pink cotton candy fro showing and you breathing heavily in a frightened state.

gojo ran over to you immediately coming to your aid. “Princess?! Are you alright?” His blue eyes were as wide and his aquamarine pupils small. If this was a different scenario he’d joke on you but now was not this time as your personal knight.

Seeing him come to your comfort made your heart beat relax. You coughed, clearing your throat. “I-I…- I think I’m fine, just a nightmare.”

gojo made a small chuckle, not at your feelings but just how he could relate.“know that all too, some monster came in your dreams or something?” He half joked now sitting on the edge of your bed.

His small quip got a smile on your face, joking in a serious situation was inappropriate but gojo knew just the perfect timing.

“Worse but I wouldn’t want them to bore that bjg head of yours.” your jest was more of you wanting to really not worry gojo, you knew how he wouldn’t keep quiet and tell the closest person to you that worries enough.

He whirred, scratching his white hair and the red highlights in them. He badly wanted to press the issue further but he knew just how you were and left it alone.

Still, he pouted at your little quip but played.“aw.. just when I wanted to fill this big head of mine with some juicy information.”

You made some small tittering at that.“wellll.. could use my good buddy as my personal body pillow, don’t think you mind do you? Not that you’ve ever mind the other nights…” the last part you murmured but that was loud and clear to gojo making him now grin like a Cheshire Cat.

“Oh? So now I’ve resorted from now the friend you fuck to your personal plushie.”

See, unbeknownst to nanami or anybody else you and gojo’s had such a good princess and knight relationship because you two had such a history of having a fling and such. You wouldn’t dare to announce this fling to the public because only god knows how terrifying the public spectacle would be. Nanami should know of this but you just wouldn’t.

“Just get that shiny peppermint armor off and join me in bed you ass.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.

You woke up again. This time from a very detailed dream about your friend gojo right next to you. You couldn’t help but just sit looking at his gorgeous face, it was rare to see him in just his white t-shirt instead of his white and red scented armor. His hair was messy with one strand of his red highlighted hair sticking up and light snoring.

On one hand you wanted to just let your knight sleep for once but on the other hand, your pussy just had to want attention after that vivid dream.

And you would unfortunately listen to the thing between your legs.

You thought gojo would be pissed that he had to be waken up just from you being needy but gojo wasn’t a normal man, he could be just as lustful as you and for you.

It didn’t take any convincing to get gojo to coax the aching warm feeling between your legs. Matter a fact he actually took action to put your leg on his shoulders to feast better.

When you looked down at him he had a toothy grin on his handsome face then did a tsking sound looking at your cunt.“tsk.. if it was this big a problem you should’ve woke me up a little while ago.” His tone was so cocking just tapping at your brown thighs that were on his shoulders.

a slight blush was on your cheeks at his almost teasing tone.“I’m not so hungry for it as you satoru, I can pace myself.”

“And yet you woke me up with your pretty face in my view.” You didn’t have any good bite back to that and just turned your face waiting for him.

He took you by surprise when his licking your cunt went from soft and slow to fast and him sucking your clit and holding onto your thighs more with his hands.

You gasped at how he was eating and licking at your box like he was starving for it as if he didn’t eat for days.

You couldn’t make out any words but sounds of moans and babbling while you looked for a loc of his hair to grab onto and pull for some comfort against him eating you out with such hunger.

“Mmph satoru! Please!” you didn’t know what you were begging for, just something to make him slow down but that just made him giggle and stop making you whine.

No amount of your whines and unintelligible babbles stopped him though. He was a knight, when you told him what you needed he was getting the job done.

While still munching and licking at you like a dinner plate his blue eyes met yours for one moment.

splat !

There was silence from gojo while he swallowed what cum you splattered on his tongue, an embarrassed look on your face then his boisterous laugh.

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Pretty like the sun

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a/n This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨

warning: blood, fighting, injuries, drinking.

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Nyx’s pov:

"Again", his voice sounded unfamiliar to him. He had flinched at it after the concept of time had started slipping. For a split moment, Nyx thought that it was his high lord who had spoken. That had caused him a solid punch to the jaw. The boy in front of him looked Nyx over worriedly, as his stance shifted. “You’re in or you're out? I won’t wait forever”, Nyx snarled, leaping forward. Once again, he didn’t remember when they had abandoned their swords. But he preferred it like that. Close and personal. Physical.

Another blow landed against his nose, and Nyx's head flew back. He was well aware that on his good days, the poor chap wouldn’t have landed any of the punches at all. He got close only because Nyx let him. "Enough," an annoyed voice sounded from behind him. A welcome destination for the boy in front of Nyx. It was good enough for princes’s cracked knuckles to meet the target. “Flying fuck," a rough palm gripped Nyx’s shoulder, “You are the most stupid...", a growl. Nyx tried to open his left eye, one that was now too puffed up and throbbed like a bitch. “I suggest you bugger off before I make sure that you’re eating dirt for the rest of the week," Axel’s deep growl echoed, making Nyx chuckle lightly. “Man, he asked for it", the guy lifted his palms in defiance. “And if he told you to jump from the cliff, would you do it?", the boy shrugged, only making Axel let out yet another frustrated sigh, and the other Illyrian took it as his chance to leave.

“You will make a wonderful advisor in the future," Nyx skittered. “I think I will have your ass six feet under before that could even happen," Axel grumbled, pulling at his friend’s arms and trying to help him up. “I left you for a fucking hour, Nyx," he huffed, draping Nyx’s arm over his shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you. I had to settle for a fight with an idiot”. Nyx huffed. “Do I need to remind you that you have an important high-lord party to attend soon?"—that was one of the reads Nyx had let his rails loose. He hoped that if he misbehaved badly enough and looked like a walking corpse when the day chimed, he could wiggle his ass out of it. The thought alone made him want to bend over and vomit. He wasn’t built to be a prince. He didn’t want it. It wasn’t him. Wasn’t the life he envisioned for himself.

“You’ve been acting like an absolute fool ever since we came back from Velaris; what has gotten into you?", Axel kicked the door to their cabin before guiding Nyx toward his bed. Your sister happened to me, he thought, but bit his tongue. “I just wanted to fight," Nyx growled instead. Only now did he feel how badly his body hurt. That fucker had landed more blows than Nyx had initially counted. “I know you, and this ain’t you. You can talk to me. We always talk about it”, Axel shoved Nyx’s hand away from his face before dragging a warm cloth over the swollen eye. And what would he tell him? I can't get your fucking sister out of my head. Do you know why we cannot see each other for a bit? Why is she even pulling away? Nyx grunted, pulling the cloth out of Axel’s hands.

“Why don’t you start by telling me who you’ve been running around with instead?”. It was low. Axel had a right to have a life outside of being Nyx’s right-hand man. And his love life didn’t need to be accounted for. But Nyx was so angry. Angry at everything and everyone. People constantly kept him in the dark. And then threw a bucket of news in his face while expecting him to receive it with open hands. “I ain’t running around with anybody," Axel shook his head, throwing a jar of salve Nyx’s way. But the scowl on the young prince’s face only deepened, “So, Piper doesn’t ring a bell?”. And bingo. Axel’s whole body got ridged. Did Nyx have no right to go and dig into the new arrival papers? Probably. But here they were. “Keep her name out of your fucking mouth," Axel pointed a warning finger at him, clearly not finding this one bit amusing. “And you stand here giving me lectures about sharing things," Nyx chuckled, “So why aren’t you talking, friend?" Axel shook his head, “Clean yourself up and sober up while you’re at it." He moved towards the door, and something in Nyx shifted. Axel never left. Not even when Nyx was in his shittest of moods. He had always been the only one to not leave him. Sit through his temper tantrums. "Axel," Nyx breathed, panic rising in his chest. He didn’t want to be alone right now. His head was too busy. He was too full of things he didn’t want to think of. “I’m only going to grab you some fresh water; lay down you twat," Axel grumbled back, easing the rising tide within Nyx. He nodded simply, slumping back on the mattress. His hand instantly moved beneath his pillow, where he always kept a stitched napkin that Zofie had given him. The crooked moon and stars greeted him like they always did. The stick figures holding hands. The flowers. Even the wonky sun on the far left side was perfect. Always perfect. “I’m thinking about you," Nyx muttered, brushing his fingers over the stick figure that was supposed to represent Zofie, “It’s one never-ending night over here without you, Sunny."

Zofie’s pov:

It’s only been a week, but it felt like forever. She never usually felt so desperate when they left. At least not after the first week. But she had grown restless. The cry that left Nyx’s lips as he shot up to the sky was still ringing loud and clear. Zofie heard it even through her hammering heartbeat. With her back pressed against the door, as she covered her mouth. And now it felt as if she hadn’t seen Nyx in a lifetime. It clawed at her. She knew that Axel would look after him, but... What if something happened, and that’s how they would have separated?

Zofie didn’t know what she was feeling. It all seemed too mushy and jumbled up. Now, instead of seeing a different aura around people, she simply saw black. It was impossible to distinguish between different feelings.

“Zo, do you want more pancakes?", her father’s voice made her almost drop her fork as she nodded. Azriel gave her a concerned look before plopping one of his signature breakfast goods onto her plate. “You excited to see the girls?", he asked, throwing a glance your way, only earning a slight shrug in return. “Yeah, am… It will be nice”, even if she didn’t want to see anyone. Well, maybe Piper. Axel had said that she was one of the nice girls. One Zofie could get to know if only she chose to.

“Ah, yes. You’ll be able to show them around; you can even go down to the market in the city," you chimed in, “and buy something nice or show them the good spots." But Zofie didn’t want to do that. Most spots had been hers and Nyx’s. They felt too personal to just be handed out. The same pinch in her chest made the hallow darkness spread even more. Her brows knitted as she pushed the plate further away from her. “You didn’t like it?", Azriel stopped mid-bite, almost making Zofie feel guilty. Almost. “Just not hungry," she shrugged, getting up from the table. She caught a glimpse of worry in her father’s eyes as she moved towards the stairs. The way you had reached out to squeeze his hand. And while Zofie didn’t want to keep you two in the dark, she didn’t know how to explain the emptiness inside her.

Just the fresh air and change of scenery didn’t help. It was nice to see her aunts and introduce herself to Piper, but socializing was never her thing. Nyx did most of the talking when they were out in public. He was born for that. It baffled her how quickly he managed to come up with a snarky remark as if he stored them all within his brain with special labels for just the right moment. Zofie tried to suffocate thoughts of him. Tried. But failed miserably. Everything she did or thought of was always in one way or another related to him. The thing was that she didn’t want to leave him like that. She didn't want to make him upset, but she also didn’t know how to make everyone happy. So, until she could come up with a solution, it would have to be like that.

“In my opinion, he is so much more attractive," one of the girls giggled into her palms. Attractive? How long has Zofie been out of this conversation? They were talking about the market day the last time she listened. “Well, Piper is the one who got to talk to him," the brow haired girl nudged the poor Piper, who had practically curled into herself by now, “Is he really hot up close?”.

Zofie shook her head. “Who’s hot?", she cut in, making all four sets of eyes dart up to her. And now she realized why she hated speaking in the first place. “Piper here had the prince’s second man carry her boxes”, Lina’s blond curls bobbed as she turned. But that was Axel? Why was Axel even here in the first place? He told her they could... Of course, he had met her. “Well, that’s my brother, so can we not talk weirdly about him?", Zofie scrunched up her nose, making the other two girls roll their eyes. But at least Piper’s shoulders sagged in relief. "Bore," the copycat next to Lina chirped. Zofie just couldn’t remember her name.

“We sure can talk about the prince himself," Lina smirked, and something snapped deep within Zofie, “There’s nothing to talk about." Suddenly, the prospect of having girls her age seemed like the worst idea ever. “As if... I’m determined to meet him," Lina said. The green mist rose in Zofie’s vision. “Gonna swoon him off his feet; heard he’s a proper flirt two," she elbowed her double ganger as they both chuckled.

“He will not fall for your shit," Zofie bit back, not even realizing that her hands were now firmly clenched by angry fists. “And how would you know that?", Lina fluffed her lashes. How did she know? She didn’t. Lina was pretty; you couldn’t take that from her. From the hair to her lean body. She was the embodiment of how any girl wanted to look. While Zofie… “He is my friend," she muttered, biting out the nagging thoughts. Lina chuckled, “Yeah, a friend. So, clearly, if you’re not girlfriend material, I will be."

It felt as if a bomb had exploded all around her. Vision glazing over. She saw nothing. Only Lina. She heard no one. Only Lina. And surprisingly, the girl wasn’t smiling. She looked petrified. Grasping at her throat. It felt static. As if the time had come to a halt. And then someone yanked her back. Pulling Zofie away from the neatly placed picnic blanket.

"Zofie", it sounded muffled, but her eyes did follow the sound. Only to be met with Feyre’s concerned ones. She blinked a couple of times. The fuzzy feeling cleared out. “She’s insane," a shriek sounded from behind her, making Zofie twist back. “You are dangerous, you stupid..." it was Lina, her cheeks still red, eyes wide. “Don’t finish that sentence," Cassian was gripping her shoulder, but he didn’t look too concerned with the girl. His eyes were on Zofie.

Zofie blinks a couple of times, black spots dancing in the corners of her vision. What had she done? Was it even her? Why did she... “Why don’t we go drink some tea, dear?", Feyre wrapped a hand around her shoulders. "I...", Zofie barely muttered before Feyre cut in, “Some tea with lots of honey, yes, yes." A part of Zofie wanted to run. Like she always did. Run away and hide. But Feyre pushed some of hair behind her ear, “We’ll have a nice conversation you and I”, she muttered almost ti herself, “Bake cookies even. Cookies always help”.

Nyx’s pov:

“Give me that," Axel said, snatching the glass out of Nyx’s hand, “You’ve been here for an hour." An hour too long. The hustle of the people was making Nyx sick. It was bad enough that he had to stand for the majority of that hour next to his parents, smiling as if he was thrilled to be there while he was slowly dying inside. Nyx kept dead-eye contact with Axel through it all, even if there was a sea of females who were trying to catch his eyes.

“I still think that you should cover for me so I can sneak out," Nyx grumbled. He had made at least five escape plans; he even planned to fake an allergic reaction, but Axel hadn’t been as thrilled about that. “Midnight. We had a deal”, Axel muttered, scanning the crowd. He was Nyx’s hawk, noting slipped past Axel. And as much as Nyx hated to admit it, Azriel was the one who had taught him all of it. “But you’ll dance with half of the girls in that line," Nyx nodded towards the girls who hadn’t stopped staring at him ever since the night began. “They ain’t her for me, kitten," Axel mused, making Nyx roll his eyes. “I’ll put a good word out for you," the prince said with a tap on his friend’s shoulder.

“Is your family coming?", Nyx scanned the crowd for familiar face. Well, correction. Is Zofie coming? He had tried to sneak back to Velaris before all this. He had to because his brain was going into overdrive. It had been eleven days, eighteen hours, forty-seven minutes, and 45... 46 seconds till he had laid eyes on her. And by now, he was more than okay with just catching a glimpse. He could do with that. He would settle for that. “Papa should," Axel said calmly, “Ma’ wasn’t feeling too well, so she’s back at the cottage." Translation: Zofie didn’t want to go, so Y/N stayed back with her. Nyx clenched his jaw. “Everyone’s healthy and well?", he was fishing for straws here, and he knew it. “Yeah, it’s all well; little one is growing too fast, though. Could have sworn she fit in my palm before we left," Axel muttered, and a part of Nyx was glad that he hadn’t caught onto his real intentions.

“Here you are”, a strong palm landed on Nyx’s shoulder, making the boy look to the side. His smug father stood there, way too happy with himself. “High Lord," Axel said, lowering his head in greeting, even though Nyx had specifically told him to not kiss his father with flatly. “You two are hiding in the back as if this is a funeral," Rhys shook his head with a smile, “Come up to the front tables; quite a couple of people are looking for you." Nyx’s eye twitched. If only he could scream now. He was convinced all the windows would shatter. He wanted out. Why was no one catching onto the fact that he was suffocating? He didn’t want to be a part of his father’s plans. He didn’t want to be a perfect son. A one-day-crowned prince.

Nyx was sure that Rhys could see the malice burning through his eyes, considering that his face went dead serious. Nyx knew that his father would stomp his foot, and he would have to do it. Or that pleading look on his mother’s face would claw at his heart till he gave in. He felt Axel’s hand on his shoulder blade. He was spiraling then. His magic was flaring up and Axel was warning him like he always did. Nyx was about to open his mouth when his eye caught movement behind his father. His eyes narrowed. Vision sharpening, and then it all died down.

The ringing in his ears faded. The choking feeling subsided. “Nyx, I am talking to you," Rhys said, gripping his upper hand, but Nyx shook it off as he stepped forward. Smile tugging at his lips. She was a vision. There might have been hundreds of females here tonight. Wrapped in the most expensive silks and velvet. But he hadn’t given them a second glance. And now she stood there at the top of the staircase. Looking over the hall. Nyx only hoped that she was looking for him.

And then her gaze found his. As if he had brought it right back to him. As if in a sea of bodies, she knew where he would be. And then she smiled. And Nyx was convinced that someone had spiked the wine because she shouldn’t be smiling. He moved faster, his hands gripping the railing as he jogged up the stairs. He missed every other step as he went. Was it appropriate? No. Was he making a spectacle considering that they were right above everyone and had nowhere to blend in? Yes. But did he care? No. Because even with twenty stairs separating them, she was too far away, and at the same time, she was in front of him way too quickly, leaving him no time to pick through his thoughts.

“You came?", Nyx breathed heavily. Zofie crossed her arms over her chest, looking him up and down. "I had a feeling you were struggling to get through this," she said casually, “Axel said that your sassiness has been off lately." Nyx wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry at this point as he stepped closer to her, shielding her tiny frame from any curious glances. "Sunny," he muttered, ready to watch her fade away the same way she always did in his dreams.

“Your hands are trembling," she breathed, reaching out for his palms, “Why are your hands trembling?" Her worried eyes looked up at him, and he was ready to sink to his knees in front of her. “I… I am nervous”, he muttered like a teenager, looking at his first-ever crush. “You never get nervous around me," Zofie frowned, shaking her head. And then there was one heartbeat. One. Nyx’s left hand reached behind her as he pulled her into his chest, wrapping her up in his embrace.

He was shivering all over. But all the systems in his body that had been flashing red for days now were finally running smoothly. It felt as if he could finally breathe. That lavender sugar scent that she carried drowned him in her. “We need to get out of here," Nyx breathed again, her hair neatly braided with daisies. “I didn’t spend an hour lacing this for nothing," Zofie muttered, pulling back from his embrace. Both of their eyes fall onto the deep purple and black bodice. A vision. Nyx reached for her hand. “I’ll appreciate the hell out of it for you, Zof; I will," he muttered, dragging her towards the double-sided door. He heard gasps as he moved. Pretty sure he even heard his name being called. Pret sure he heard footsteps. But the moment he was out in the cold night air, he wrapped his arms around Zofie once more. Bringing her as close as he possibly could before shooting up at the sky and winnowing halfway through the plush clouds. Now that he had gotten his sun back, not even the devil himself was strong enough to take her away.

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[memelleity]

abigail sentence starters

i’m sorry about what’s gonna happen to you.

our game ends here.

how many bodies we talking?

i thought i heard someone out here.

let’s just leave. get the fuck out of dodge.

i love you so much. and i’m so proud of you.

vampire on my ass! vampire!

a deal’s a deal.

i can smell your blood.

i like your tattoos. do they have a meaning, or…

you got bullied in school? probably by dad, too. so when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables.

i’ve always hated this room. lot of painful memories.

you’ve made a mistake.

are you lying to me?

so, you got a boyfriend or… something like that?

what’s happening?

___’s not here.

promise me you’re not gonna let anybody hurt me?

you’re the one good thing i did in life. and i just needed you to hear that.

what can i say? i like playing with my food.

you in recovery or something? how many days you got?

my dad, well… he thought he wanted a child, but then he just lost interest.

please, please let me out.

you literally got nothing right.

can we not do this, please?

you’re not as smart as you think you are.

i saw the way you were looking at me earlier.

all right, let’s go kill us a fuckin’ vampire.

i’m scared.

you don’t get your hands dirty and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. good luck when the illusion wears off.

fucking bullshit. it’s not about the money. the money’s an excuse.

you backstabbing son of a…

i couldn’t sleep. i heard something.

here’s the thing about being a vampire. it takes a long fucking time to learn how to do all the cool shit.

something doesn’t add up.

listen, you sit here and bleed… or you trust me.

i didn’t mean to scare you.

you want to have some fun? all right. let’s have some fun.

you’re just in time for dinner.

there’s a secret door in the library. the bookshelf on the right wall.

why do you have a dick on your face?

this whole thing is a trap.

you’re so bloody and so gross.

getting shot hurts!

how much do you trust ___?

shut the fuck up!

oh, you’re a fucking priest now?

i came when you needed me. i’m here now.

i don’t scare easy. so when i do, i pay attention.

i feel like i got bit by a fucking vampire!

tell me one true thing about me.

what color are my eyes?

i can’t breathe.

i just, um… i can’t do it.

if this is about revenge, why didn’t you just kill us?

you fucking set me up.

the hard part is already over.

with that money… i can start over, you know?

that wasn’t a lie.

i like you. you’re scary, though.

god, everybody’s got to be a fucking victim now.

if you fucking say, ‘i told you so’…

you could be the richest headless man in america.

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but you don’t sound very calm right now.

you’re mine. you’re mine.

wow. you got a lot going on up there, but your brain’s not quite putting it together, huh?

do you have any kids?

nothing different about you. nothing special. just something to help me pass the time.

___ was here when you weren’t.

i just want to get to the bottom of this, you know?

i’ve had a few centuries of experience.

we got a real fucking situation here. so i don’t give a shit what you think. either you’re helping us, or you’re dead weight.

i feel sick.

i’d really prefer not to have to fucking shoot you.

this is so fucking disgusting.

you changed your name, you left town, and you never saw your family again… but it wasn’t for their safety, was it?

keep an eye on the door.

you grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh?

you’re gonna be a real pain in my ass, aren’t you?

looking for some light reading?

i’m not gonna touch you.

can you take the blindfold off? it’s really tight.

this isn’t the time for sarcasm, okay?

let’s watch each other’s backs.

that’s an urban legend. calm down.

i fucking hate ballet.

you shot me! you shot me!

i brought you here to offer you a deal.

just had to do your little magic trick, didn’t you?

you think i could do that?

maybe it’s worth a try.

you’re my friend.

wow. you might be the least perceptive person i’ve ever met.

i’m sorry. did i hit a fucking nerve?

no. i’m not betting our lives on your fucking hunch.

we’ve got to get out of here. there’s got to be another way.

i’ve gone by many names over the countless years.

you can have anything you fucking want.

bite me.

what the fuck?

[pepsiluvr0209]

*shuffling...*

Now playing: Step on me by pepsiluvr0209

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of alcohol and cheating

FAKE CHRIS!!!

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

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"Oh, I think you're standing on my left foot."

He loves me. He gives me flowers, he says I’m pretty. He holds me at night and hugs me in the mornings. He opens the door for me and carries me to bed. He kisses my forehead and tells me how much he can’t live without me.

But he also lies. He shouts and throws things. He makes me believe something I know is not right. And he cries. He breaks down and sobs.

Sometimes he doesn't talk to me but when he does it’s like honey dripping from his soft lips. He loves me-

“I don’t fucking love you!” His soft hair is strewn everywhere, eyes blown out wide and hands shaking in overwhelming emotion.

Fame got to my baby’s head. He stumbles through the door late, belt undone and beer in his unsteady hand. Sometimes he doesn’t even make it to the bed, so I make his home the couch.

"It's hurting but that's okay…

I was in your way."

“It hurts.” “I know.” I coo, using all my force to lift him up from his underarms, dragging his seemingly lifeless body to the sofa, acquiring all of my strength to rest his soft head on the pillow. Swallowing the pride I desperately lost all those years ago, I reached for a blanket, knowing that putting him in what was once our bed, would result in me on the floor. Again, and again, and again. As I’m tucking him in, he opens his eyes and I see ‘him’. The boy I met in freshman year. Wide eyed and full of excitement. Before he even wanted to touch a single drink, shrinking up in disgust everytime someone mentioned alcohol, before he had everyone at his feet and it was just me and him. My happy boy. Full of hopes and dreams, and I think, 7 years later, only he knows what life is like once you’ve achieved the things you’ve dreamt about. Is it dull? Does it make you neglect me? Or did you just fall out of love? “I don’t understand how you don’t hate me.” He whispers. I glance up at him, and he seems sincere. “I could never hate you.” A pathetic lie, but at this moment I love him and I fear I always will, no matter how many girls he sleeps with, no matter how many days he hates me, my love only gets heartbreakingly stronger and it kills me inside. You're not who you once were, but then again, neither is he.

"Oh, I think your holding the heart of mine."

“God Y/N, what do you actually bring to the table? I’ve got girls fucking me left and right and what the actual fuck do you do here?” He drops his gaze to stare you dead in the eyes. “Are you really that pathetic Y/N?” He tilts his head. “Waiting for me… If your whole fucking existence is to pick me up when I fall, do you know how fucking sad that is!?” He’s picked up into a shout, letting everything out. And I let him. “I know you're not dumb, you never were. Fuck, you were the smartest person I knew in school. You,” And he threw a finger at me. “Would never, ever let anybody run over you but what are you doing now!? Being a fucking housewife? A fucking caretaker? Do. You. Know. How. Selfish. That. Is? Do you!? Because I’ll tell you what, now you’ve left me with guilt Y/N… you have… And this,” And he gestures to the scenery around him. The gloomy kitchen walls, the freezing breeze which you can’t tell if it’s coming from the open window or the dark stare he has trained on you. The marks on the carefully painted walls and the shards of shattered porcelain and glass, creating a mosaic of pure heartbreak around you. He takes a deep breath. “This is what my life is now. You hear me? Mine. N-Not yours, it was never meant to be yours.”

“It could’ve been ours, Chris. It could’ve been-”.

“No it fucking couldn’t.” He casually walks up to you, crouching down slightly to be directly at your level. “And you know why Y/N? You fucking know why? Because I don’t fucking love you!”

"Squeeze it apart that’s fine."

"Go on and step on me…."

He could barely hear it. But it was there. Regardless of the cracks in your voice and the muted decibels he could hear it, and did it break his goddamn fucking heart. “I do.”

“No you don’t.” He mutters, shaking his head and moving away from you facing the wall. “Anybody with fucking braincells would’ve left by now,” He tilts his head, “But you still stay and I don’t know why.”

“Because you're still you Chris, I know it.” You softly cry. Your plea carries through your own waves of sorrow and neglect.

He just stares at the wall ahead of him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

You sniffle and catch your breath. “I just… You broke me Chris.”

He turns to look at you, eyes softening. Your sweet boy’s on the verge of breaking. “I don’t know how it got this way.” He whispers.

You step up to your broken boy and wrap your arms around him. He’s forgotten what it’s like to touch you, to smell your perfume and god, is it enough for him to just start bawling. He knows how bad he’s treated his girl, fuck he hasn’t even treated you, it’s just been you. Always been you.

“Chris, I don’t know who I am anymore. But I lost myself ages ago. You made me someone I know people would sh-shake their head at and laugh at. ‘Poor girl. Waiting around for someone who doesn’t love her. Who treats her like shit.’” He only holds you tighter. “You're right.” You sob. “Do whatever you want, do whatever you fucking want because I’ve earned my title now.”

He inhales and I hear it. “Don’t let me go.”

He loves me.

"Free to be all that you want to be.

...Do what you want with me"

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Fuck step on me, play DEATH my melanie fr bc guess whose backkk!

Also sorry this is so short, I just wanted to write something hehe

Thank you for all the love of white ferrari, I hope this is good and made you feel something 😭

Also thanks sm for over 100 followers <3

[mystinkylefttoe26]

A proposition - Tom Riddle

cw : blowjob, kissing, mentions of smoking, virgin!tom

summary : after head boy Tom catches you sneaking around you offer him a proposition…

You were currently tiptoeing your way through the dark corridors of Hogwarts.

You wanted to walk to the astronomy tower for a quick smoke.

Your ripped out of your thoughts by an ice cold hand on your shoulder 

“What are you doing here ?” 

“-fuck” the voice of Tom riddle, Slytherin head boy. 

“Indeed, fuck, but I won’t ask again what are you doing here,at this time ?” 

You turn around and smile sheepishly 

“I forgot my wallet at the astronomy tower and I was just about to go get it”

“Aha” Tom responds with a raised eyebrow “well then I’ll accompany to go retrieve it”

Fuck you groan in your head, obviously there wasn’t your wallet waiting at the top of the astronomy tower stairs.

To be honest if it were anybody else Tom would’ve subtracted a couple of points and sent them back to there. 

But with you it was different he had always found quite…attractive.

So he decided to just stay with you a little while longer. 

You and Tom were currently walking towards the astronomy tower in silence.

‘Fuck i gotta think of something’ 

You suddenly stop and turn to tom 

“So…tom..how’s it going ?”

“Good, but I’d rather just get this over with”

You scoff and roll your eyes ‘thanks for nothing’.

You’re starting to walk up the stairs and the panic starts getting more intense.

You turn around to Tom before blurting out 

“I-was-lying-there’s-no-wallet-just-wanted-to-smoke” 

“What ?” Tom asks looking at you surprised 

“I was lying there’s no wallet, I just wanted to go out for a smoke…”

You say while looking while smiling apologizingly at Tom. 

“Ok I mean I’ll have to report you for lying and subtract points…” Tom mutters

“No Tom please” you try to plead with him.

“I’m sorry but it’s the procedure” Tom says strictly.

“No come on I’ll do everything you want me to” you respond while looking up at him seductively hoping he catches the hint. 

“I’m sorry but-“ Tom tries to say before you cut him off.

“I’ll blow you one” 

Tom chokes on a cough 

“W-what ?” Tom asks while looking at you with a red face.

“You know a blowjob” you say while moving closer to him and running your hand up and down his chest seductively.

“Uhm I uh” Tom stutters, clearly affected by your sudden moving closer to him.

And that’s when it clicks…he’s a…virgin…

“Tommy tell me something” you ask still not having taken your hands off his surprisingly sculpted chest “have you ever gotten one before ?”

“I-I… uh of course” Tom lies…

“Really mhm, I don’t think I believe you…”

“You know it’d be really bad for your reputation if somebody found out that mister riddle is still a…virgin” you say teasingly.

Tom just gulps audibly his Addams apple bobbing while doing so. 

“So you know cause I’m a nice girl, I’ll make a proposition. I’ll give you a blowjob and you’ll forget all about your reporting stuff’s shit alright ?”

To be honest you’d be surprised if Tom could even think once you’d be done with him. 

 Tom stays silently clearly still in Schock before he nods slowly.

“Ok, perfect come on” 

You push him against the wall, before pressing your body against him and whispering seductively.

“You ever kissed somebody ?” 

“Y-yes” Tom replies quickly 

“Mhmm that’s good” you say before pressing a quick kiss onto his neck and moving upwards.

You kiss him softly at first, before Tom grips the back of your neck and presses you more onto him

You slip your tongue inside his mouth and starting making out with him.

To be fair Tom was a surprisingly good kisser.

You move your hand down from his chest towards the bulge in his pants before starting to palm him.

And then Tom fucking whimpers…

‘Fuck Tom perfect, mysterious boy is out here whimpering from a little palming’.

You quickly unbuckle his belt before freeing his erection from his pants and sliding down to your knees.

You spit into your palm before stroking his length a couple times, Tom letting out a couple low groans at this.

You start kitten licking his dripping tip before fully taking the tip into your mouth and well starting to suck.

“Fuck, feels so much better than imagined..” Tom groans.

You pull away from his cock “you imagined me blowing you ?” You giggle.

“W-what I uh” 

Before Tom can fully respond your back to working on his cock 

Your deep throating him now and you can tell he won’t last long…

Tom moaning whining and panting like a pathetic mess just from a blowjob…

You imagined what he’d sound like when your doing more intimate stuff…

Maybe you should safe that question for another time you’re caught sneaking out. 

“F-fuck I’m gonna cum hmm” 

Tom whines while pushing your face further down and shooting ropes of hot sticky cum down your awaiting throat.

You pull away before swallowing and sticking your tongue out to show Tom. 

“Fuck that was uhm amazing” Tom mutters still a bit dazed.

You just giggle softly while tucking his member back into his pants. 

“I’ll give you extra points”

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[coltishcaterpillar]

Unmasked / Platonic!Alastor x Teen! Daughter Reader

Chapter II: Sneaking Suspicion

Summary:

After reading over thirty-one entries, three disturbing pages are brought to light….or the darkness, depending on how Emily wants to look at it.

WARNING: This entire chapter (and probably the next one) depicts a very disturbed, traumatized, paranoid child (who is you, the reader.), who has just lost the person she loved most in the world. A HUGE deterioration in her psyche is seen here.

Look out for: Murder, Mental Illness, Paranoia, Anxiety, Delusions, Cannibalism, etc….

November 12th, 1933

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, my dear diary. Please, Jesus, please help me find my way back, I’m…I’m shaking relentlessly and the monsters at night won’t leave me alone.

My Pa….he’s not come home in three weeks. I know he will never open that door again, but I wish he would just one last time.

It started with a simple hunting trip. I saw him bringing a large trash bag over his shoulder whilst he was going out, and I just assumed it held his gun and other necessities.

A few hours later, people heard gunshots go off in the area he hunted and now he’s…..

When they opened the bag they found another mangled body….and concluded that my Papa was the serial killer terrorizing New Orleans since 1922.

No, he couldn’t have done anything of the sort. He was a good man. PAPA was a good man. He was. He is.

I read it in the papers…nobody wants to see me anymore. I’ve tried contacting everyone I knew and loved, and they told me to never set foot on their property again, they thought I was involved in this hellish situation!

Anne, James, Elbert, Carol, Mr. Devereaux, Charlotte, Martin…..EVERYBODY has abandoned me!

I wanted to desperately contact Grandma, so I wrote her a series of letters. Her caretaker wrote me a letter back that she went into shock after finding out Pa died, and she’s….well, she’s in Heaven now too.

I just turned sixteen, please. I need my Papa back….my Grandma….

I’ve been in the house surviving off of scraps. I’m afraid to leave again; I don’t want to be shot, I don’t want people coming after me because of what my Papa allegedly did. I’ve lost so much weight, I’m tired, I feel sick….

I’m not ready to be a woman, to grow up, quite yet. I grew up taking things for granted; I thought I would have my family and friends for life. How will I find a job? Will anybody take me in? Can I find a new family?

I’m still here, I’m still here, my dear friend. My beautiful…I’ve not lost my mind, not yet. I’m not crazy, am I? No, no….I’m just….going through some traumatic moments!

I’m hungry….

My stomach is hurting so bad, I’m perspiring and my toes are curled…I need more food. I’ve eaten nearly everything, I have no money to purchase anything else…

Every time it growls, there’s a new tang of pain….

Papa, you would never….you’re a good man, Pa. I love you, I’ll always love you….

Oh, it all makes sense now! Why you never wanted me to see what you brought home, why you were always out late, why you were so secretive…oh, Pa, why didn’t you tell me?! I…I would’ve….contacted the authorities.

Which is what you didn’t want.

I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING DEMON! HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS UPON ME AND GRANDMA, I HOPE YOU ROT YOU SICK, TWISTED, SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN-

I miss your kisses and your hugs, Pa. Please….please come back. At least tell me where your grave is so I can hug your body one last time….I’ve never wanted to hear your voice more, whether it be in real life or the radios, please!

Oh my god, what are we having for dinner? I’m starving, Pa….

I have a headache, Pa….please give me some medicine to ease the pain…..

I need you, I need somebody. Anybody. Please….

I never want to see you again. If I ever see you again after this lifetime I will do everything in my power to slaughter you a second time for all the pain that you’ve caused….

I’m going to take a breather soon, my dear friend. I need to let off some steam. I’m….I just need to find an energy source. I’ll be back, I promise.

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November 13th, 1933

Oh, I’ve found something to eat, finally. It didn’t taste as terribly as I thought, and in fact, it tasted similar to how you cooked our meat, Pa. So tender….so, so, tender…..

The gangster didn’t even see it coming. I don’t think he liked me, he was looking at me like I did something wrong. I hushed him, hushed him well, and said,

“No, no, sir. Why are you giving me that look?? I’m only hungry! I’m just trying to survive! Please don’t let me starve!”

I hated that gaze. That look on his face made me feel like a monster, like I wasn’t justified in my action to cut him into tiny little pieces-

Pa, it’s just like you used to make. I never knew how…similar the meat tasted until now. Why did you do that? To so many innocent people….this man was not innocent, Pa. He was part of a cartel, I was doing this world a favour!

I feel better, I think. My stomach feels more satisfied than it has in days.

I don’t feel any better, though. I just…I just ate somebody….

I don’t know what to do! How is….how is his family going to react when they find this out?! I….I caused him pain, so much pain….

But I need more. I want to live….I have so much goodness to offer to the world, I promise I can be better! I’m not usually like this! I promise to make you proud! To make everybody proud…like I’ve always tried to do!

I know how much I was lacking in performance, I’ve never been cut out for the big leagues, but I am positive I can amount to something! If this world will give me a chance, I’ll be the best version of myself I can ever be. I can, I can! You always said I could do anything I put my mind to, I can do this. I can still be a happy girl and young woman, I can still grow up, I can make new friends. Perhaps I’ll move? Yes, maybe that’s a good idea…

I miss you. I miss Grandma, I miss our talks. The things you would do with me…how you used to sing to me when I was scared of the monsters under my bed, our weekly theatre nights; we’d always go to see Charlie Chaplin, that was your favourite; and it grew to be mine too.

I miss how close we were to each other. We were like….we were like two peas in a pod. We couldn’t be one without the other.

1917, was the year of my birth. How well do you remember picking me up that day? When I was alone, cold, nearly dead…in a dumpster? You saved me.

That’s why….I don’t want to believe you did those things, Papa. I don’t. I have a very strong sense of morality, you know that. I….I can’t fathom you ever being capable of something like that.

I…I don’t think I knew you, Papa. You…

You betrayed me.

Everybody was right, you know. The suspicions people had about you. Anne…she always talked about you with a certain look of fear in her eyes, and I always made the time to defend you to anybody who ever judged.

How was it, that the only person who never saw the signs, was me? The person who lived with you for sixteen years?

Maybe I just didn’t want to believe it.

And now look at what you’ve done. You’ve killed a part of me…you killed Grandma; your mother! I was supposed to meet her up for tea a few days after your death, but time had beaten me to it. What ever will I do, without your love?

I miss you, Pa. And I love you, so very much. But you better pray to the devil himself; that I do not die for another five decades. I won’t be able to hold myself back…from hurting you. And I’ll hurt you bad.

To be hated….to be attacked by somebody you protected, nurtured, loved with all your heart….yes, that’s the pain I want to inflict on you. Your daughter, the person you’d kill for, turning against you.

I love you, Pa, I really do. But….a serial killer will never be somebody I bode well with.

———————

January 10th, 1934

I am sorry. For everything. It’s very frigid out here due to winter, and I’ve been camping outside for quite a while…I can’t feel my legs anymore.

To….anybody I may have scared or hurt, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry.

[wyn-n-tonic]

That's a Real Fucking Legacy: I Chose You

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/former Tommy Miller x f!reader Word Count: 2.6k+ Warnings: Unprotected PiV. Soft Joel. Talk of death. The gif is JUST a gif, there are NO descriptions of reader, it's just a visual reference of movement. Author's Note: Thanks for all the patience with this installment. I have been working very hard on DoYaM and fit in bits and bobs of other things where I can. Cannot fully convey how grateful I am for all the kind words, I really hope you like this, too.

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Everybody said it was an accident, that it could’ve happened to anybody.

But it didn’t happen to anybody, it happened to him.

Stopped for a pick up at a site out in Colorado, Joel left you and the baby to finally contribute and pull his weight—to feel useful. He’s been itching for it this whole time, getting out there and working off the energy that’s penning up inside his chest. He said he wanted to partake in something other than just keeping your daughter at peace.

You didn’t tell him he’d be taking yours away, too. 

They were ambushed by another group, a bunch of men looking for food to take back to their women and children apparently. It was a fucking gun fight and if the blood on his shirt was just from a bullet, maybe this wouldn’t feel like having all the air sucked from your lungs.

Baby could sense it, too, the fear and devastation seeping through your body as they brought him back with another goddamn hole in his body.

He’s got plenty at this point, angry red and deathly white scars pockmarking his body like some kind of topographical map. 

That’s all it is, just another scar to add to his collection and reminisce about as you trace it in the darkness of whatever shared space you end up in.

Except, they’re saying this one might not scar.

It might not even heal.

All the things he’s done throughout these years, all the things he done to protect you—to provide for you.

That’s all he was doing this time, too, and it breaks you down all over again as you pull Baby closer to your aching, carved out chest.

Everybody you have ever loved has either left or been taken away.

Tommy’s hand lands gently on your shoulder but it might as well have been a goddamn hit with the way you pull away from him.

“What do you want?”

“I brought some food,” he whispers, setting down a small plate between where you’re sitting and where Joel’s body is laying. “And I came to check on you, see if there’s anything I could do for you.”

He pulls away when you look up at him, hands falling to his side like he’s been fucking burned. You know what you must look like—bloodshot eyes and hollow cheeks.

“Yeah, Tommy, you can fucking fix this.”

You watch as he swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his eyes flicker from yours to his brother’s body and back. Not a day has gone by since he was brought back that you’ve left his side, doing your best to keep it together through every aching mile along the way to Jackson.

They look for medicine at every stop you make, coming up empty handed time and time again. If we don’t get to Jackson soon—to the doctor they have there—then he will die.

“I'm doing the best I can, sweetheart.”

“Don't you fucking dare call me that,” you tell him. Baby fusses in your arms like she can feel the hurt that’s heavy in your voice. “You were supposed to protect him, Tommy, you were supposed to bring him back to me alive.”

“He is alive,” he says, nostrils flaring as he points down at his brother. “He's right there, he’s breathing, and we are all doing the best that we can.”

Baby looks up at you, stung by the subtle anger that Tommy’s words hold. Her father may be trying to make nice with him, but you fucking won’t—you can’t. Not so long as he lays half clung to life next to you.

More words come at you—assurances and platitudes.

We’ll be in Jackson in two days.

They’re still looking.

He’s a stubborn piece of shit, he’ll make it through.

This is everything that he’s been afraid of this whole goddamn time. This is that fear come true that he’ll leave you or you’ll leave him or your daughter will leave you both and neither of you would survive that.

“Tommy,” you call his attention back on you as he turns. “I grieved for you,” you say. “God, I mourned and I wailed and I wept for days if not weeks or more.”

It’s like he’s understanding for the first time, truthfully understanding, as he stares down at your worn down body speaking all these fragile and broken words. Realization of just how much you hurt for him is dawning on him and he’s trying to give you more comfort, more words to say everybody will be okay.

But it won’t be true so long as your daughter is looking up at you with eyes that ask why your heart has stopped beating.

“I don't think you have heard me at any point that I have explained just what I feel for my family, Tommy,” you say. “I told you that I would’ve bled for you but that I would die for him so I really need for you to listen to me right now—if he goes, part of me will go with him.”

Jackson is like life before it stopped.

There is power here and children laughing.

There are babies and clothes and running water.

There are houses and furniture and trinkets and shops.

You haven’t been able to take any of this in, not really. Not when you’re walking around the halls of Tommy’s home like a ghost.

Tommy found penicillin after that night, came hauling ass into the room and injected his brother before you were even fully awake and registering what he was doing. Because, for a moment, you thought you were under attack. You though a runner had burst in and you couldn’t find the gun and this was the death you had feared beyond the walls—first Joel and then Thomi and then you. The last of those you love taken from you in the last moments that would make you welcome being ripped apart with open arms.

When you realized it was just Tommy, your heart half settled down and then you feared that maybe Joel had stopped breathing next to you. But that couldn’t have been the case because it was the shallow rise and fall of his chest as he fought against infection and the increasing cold that gave you any sort of hope or peace at all.

Joel woke up just as you made it through the gates of Jackson, one eye half cracked and already crying the moment he saw you next to him. Instead of going to the doctor, the doctor came to him. Modern medicine isn’t so modern anymore though, not the way it was when it all fell down. The penicillin likely wasn’t as potent as it once was but the doctor said it would do the trick and that the right thing was done by keeping his wound as clean as possible and bandaged tight.

Tommy said it was all you and the doctor was offering you a job before he’d even learned your name. You’ll get to that eventually, you told him so. Begged him to let you settle in and find a home, find a way to feel okay in this new space where you’re told fear doesn’t have to be your primary emotion any longer.

Now, though, Joel barely wants to sleep. He’s antsy, fidgeting and restless and begging to get out of bed and walk around.

He’s even bouncing Baby and talking with his brother on what jobs he can pull around town to earn his keep.

Fucking jobs.

You almost lost him to him pulling his own weight and he’s asking about fucking jobs with a half healed hole still gaping in his abdomen. 

Thomi’s been down for about an hour, she was your excuse away from the bathroom. With Joel up and about, the survival mode has turned off in your brain and now you want to crumble every time you look at the knotted over flesh.

But there’s only so much pacing that you can do until you’re sitting back in the room and staring down at Thomi with tears in your eyes. She came so close to being just another orphan in this fucked up world because you weren’t joking with Tommy when you said what you said. Part of you will go when Joel does, you will not be the same and you’ve prepared for it, you just hope she’s old enough to understand when that time comes.

There’s also the hope that everybody understands that it’s Joel who has to go first. Between you and him, he has to go first because he cannot watch another person he loves die; he cannot add another name to another gravestone in the cemetery of his heart.

That’s where he finds you, saying something about how he can’t believe there’s an actual crib that she actually gets to sleep in.

That fact and the exhaustion of his voice hits you, drags the tears out of you finally after all these days of having to be strong. She has a crib and she’s sleeping peacefully inside of it with a soft toy somebody in town sent over. Joel has a voice and he’s using it as if just a week ago you hadn’t convinced yourself that you’d never hear it again.

“How can I fix this?” He asks, gentle hand resting on your shoulder. “What can I do for you?”

“You're breathing,” you say, pushing the tears from your face. “That's enough, it’s all I’ve been hoping for.” Because while you want him to be the first to go, you can’t lose him yet. Not yet.

He smells good. Like himself but different, the sweet scent of the mint soap Tommy gave you mixing in with the natural musk and heat of him. You don’t even realize you’re crawling into his lap until you are.

Tears fall down on his face as your fingers thread through the slicked back hair until you’re cradling his head in your hand; holding him to you with open mouths breathing heavily into one another. 

He’s hard already and laying back with ease, thick hands gripping into the meat of your hips. It’s fucking embarrassing how close you are already but there was no privacy for sneaky touches on the journey here. 

“Off,” he commands, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

Trailing his hand along the skin exposed as you comply easily to his demand, he fights against the pain you know he feels to pull himself forward enough to reach you and pull you back down. 

Days asleep fighting, literally, for his life and, yet, he’s still got all this strength radiating out of his body. You know that’s why he was able to hold on for so long but it doesn't mean it doesn’t wow you and bring another wave of sadness all at the same time.

Because if such a strong man can fall so easily, what’s stopping this world from taking you, too?

Like he can read your mind, his hands settle on your hips and he pulls back just enough to look up at you with the same big brown eyes your daughter shares. “Are you gonna get off of me if I tell you this moment was the focal point of all my fever dreams?”

Head cradled in both of your hands, you take his lips again. “I might never get off of you again, Joel Miller.”

Fighting against the pain he feels, he pushes his hips against your core as he pulls you down against him, whispered words of gratitude and love falling pushed right into your mouth from his.

“I heard every word you said,” he breathes out. “The entire time you were by my side, sweetheart, I heard it all.” 

Tongues flattened against each other, you reach down and pull off the new underwear—another offering in a gift basket to welcome your family to the town. You never thought you’d see these kinds of things again. 

Clothes in good condition; sturdy houses; friendly people; fresh vegetables.

It’s something else that drips tears from your eyes and down his cheeks.

As if he knows how overwhelmed you are by all the newness going on all around you, he takes charge to push up against your lips harder and with more hunger.

Joel’s goal in every moment between your bodies is to be the only overwhelming force you feel and he does just that with the gentle push of his solid length through your soaked channel. 

He takes the gasp you feed him, pulling back with a smile to trail the tip of his nose down the length of yours and studies you as he waits for your fully seated comfort to kick in.

“Mmm,” his head falls back and he relaxes down into the soft blankets. “I’m sorry if I bust too quick,” he breathes out. “It’s been a while and I missed you.” 

Laughter. Because that’s a feeling coiling deeper in the pit of your being than he’s pushing into and he catches your moan as brings the long awaited friction you’ve ached for. 

“I think I’m right there with you,” you whisper against him. This shared laughter and the feeling of his chapped lips on yours are the unburdening you’ve needed for so long. Even in the so called safety of the QZ, your shoulders were heavy with the weight of grief and fear both for those that were and those that will be taken away.

This is light and restful and full of peace and happiness because he turned it all around—he came back.

He heard every word you said at his side.

“None of these,” he says against your lips, swiping at the heavy salt water tears that streak down your cheeks. “Not anymore, sweetheart, not right now. You don’t need them right now.” 

Your bodies are already tightening up against each other; working in time with each other all slow and steady movements made with intention and pulling back when necessary.

Because the intention isn’t to get off, it’s to be together and share this peace and relief together.

“I love you,” falls from his lips like a prayer, something sacred and quiet that he keeps close to his chest.

Even still, he may have said no more tears but they rush from you in body racking sobs. Because you know, of course you know, but he’s never said it. Not out loud, not like this. This isn't just a mere glimpse of a long gone, past life Joel Miller and who he used to be. This is him. That sweet and romantic boy he’s only told you about in the cover of night.

He doesn’t ask if he’s hurt you, he knows that he hasn’t. All he can do is cage you in closer; kiss you harder; hold you tighter until the broken sobs are turning back into shared moans as your involuntary movements of sadness and happiness combine to push you both over that edge.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he exhales. “My strong, beautiful woman.” Those rough hands frame your face, thumbs swiping over the swell of your cheeks in mirrored movements. “You can relax now, baby, I’m right here.”

Every press of his lips against your face is so soft and full of everything else he’s struggling to say.

That you’re safe.

That you’re healthy.

That your daughter is both and can sleep peacefully not yet knowing what nightmares truly are.

He heard every word you said at his side and these are his answers—his reassurances. He’s here, he’s right here and he’ll fight like hell even against himself to make sure he’ll continue to be.

[hyuckswoman]

can i ask for gymnast reader x mark 😞 anything that comes to your mind when having those topics LOL

gymnast!reader x mark imagine

genre: fluff

“fucking hell” you sigh out of frustration, you’ve been at it for forty minutes and still can’t get it right

“you good?” your boyfriend mark asks, he’s only joined you in the past 5 minutes but judging from how much your brows are furrowed and the amount of huffs and sighs coming out of you, anyone could tell something was wrong

“yea, sorry it’s just- coach asked us to practice our arches but I don't know each time I remember to point my toes I lose balance and fall, I'm sorry I’m just frustrated” you vent, you were sure if you tried once more only to fail you’ll start ripping your hair out

“lemme see” mark says to which you quickly reply no, yes he had been here for five minutes but he wasn’t paying attention to what you were doing and if anything you don’t want to show your boyfriend moments of ‘weakness’

“i get that you don’t want to show me and i won’t look if you insist but maybe i can help y’know? i don’t know much about gymnastics but maybe an outside perspective can make things better” mark says looking at you full of hope, if it were anybody else you would’ve cussed them out but how could you when he was looking at you smiling brightly hoping that you’ll take him up on his offer and show him

“fine” you grumble

you start off your handstand, waiting until that perfect moment where you feel balance- there it is. you slowly bend your body, point your toes and

fall. again.

“you did it tho? I don’t understand” mark says

again, if it were anyone else you would’ve cussed them out cause no dumbass I did not do it I fell

“my toes weren’t pointed and the second they were I fell. again” you say, you can feel your frustration piling up and need to remind yourself to calm down before you snap at your boyfriend (who doesn’t mean any harm)

“oh right, the toes. I still think you did pretty good but let’s leave for a second yea? take a breather then you can go back to practicing maybe that might help” your boyfriend says only now recalling your initial problem

you hesitated on taking a break but after all, mark did go out of his way to come see you at practice, you should spend a bit of time (especially knowing that you might be in an even more sour mood after) with him

“you know i think you’re being hard on yourself, gymnastics ain’t easy and the progress you’ve made is already really impressive, i don’t know anyone else that could’ve pulled it off but you did. so what you can’t do a stupid arch right away, you’ll learn how to do it in not long and it’ll be the best arch ever. you can trust me by the way, i’m an old gymnast so basically an expert in these things” mark says

you can see how hard he’s trying to cheer you up and you hate how much it’s working, his little goofy joke making you chuckle

“now cmon let’s beat that arch up baby you can do it i feel it in my gymnastic bones” he says getting up to head back to your practice area again while you follow behind hoping that you can pull it off to not disappoint your boyfriend

so you breathe in, breathe out go into a handstand, slowly lower your legs, point your toes and next thing you know-

you’re doing a perfect arch.

notes: ayooo, not sure if this was what you were looking for also not proofread but hopefully this is good enough? (sorry I don't know much abt gymnastics and I don't usually write but I tried lol hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!)

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - "Are you wearing my shirt?"

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König is about to go on a mission without Müller which makes her a little bit nervous, but she doesn’t know how to tell him...

(CW: nsfw, smut, spanking, marking, a bit of fluff and angst)

“Fuck, Karina.”, he moans. My new favourite sound in the entire world. König moaning my name as he comes inside me. He slows down, pumping inside me once, twice, a third time, and I feel how he pushes his cum out of me, the sticky liquid coating my inner thighs. He pulls back, looking down at where his dick is plunged into me and his gaze gets even more heated. Possessive. Depraved. “Fucking perfect.”, he grumbles and all I can do is smile up at him. He chuckles. “Don’t give me that look, Fräulein.” My smile gets wider. “What look?”, I tease him. He pulls back and flips me, to spank me. He slaps my cheek hard and I yelp, his hand coming down again until the skin turns red. “That’s what you get for bratting.”, he snarls and bends down to bite my ass, and I yelp again. “König!”, I yell incredulously. He just laughs again and smacks my butt one last time. “Come on, get up, we need to get in some training.”, he says and goes into the bathroom. “Brute.”, I throw in his direction, which only makes him laugh harder.

He goes into the shower and I quickly hop onto the toilet, you know, preventing UTIs and so on. When I sit there, on the porcelain, for just a quick moment, I think about sneaking a peak. Now that I know that he normally showers without his hood, without a mask. But no, that would be too much. A breach of his trust in me. I shake the thought from my head. My imagination will have to make do.

I wipe myself clean and am out the bathroom again. Looking around to find my clothes that we threw away so carelessly when we pounced on each other. The first thing that I spot with my eyes is his shirt. The big black bandshirt he wore before fucking me - DEATH in big funny letters on the front. I just take it and pull it over my head. His scent engulfs me and without an ounce of shame I smell the fabric and let it flood my senses. Goddamn. I’m going to miss him when he’s away the mission. But I can’t tell him. I just couldn’t.

I reach for my pants and loop my feet through the trouserlegs when he comes out the bathroom again. "Are you wearing my shirt?", he asks, his voice incredulous as he takes me in from head to toe. I just stand there, halt as I pull my pants up, unsure what to make of his comment. "Yeah, uh? I'm sorry I should've asked.", I tell him quickly. “No, it’s uh- it’s fine, I just-“ A deep sigh shakes his upper body and I can see how anxious and nervous he’s getting all of a sudden. Fuck, I didn’t think about that. “I didn’t really have anybody wear my stuff ever. And I- fuck.”, he stops speaking and swallows hard, his eyes fixed on me. I shed the t-shirt in a quick motion, holding it out to him, as mortification colours my cheeks red. “I’m sorry, it was presumptuous of me to steal your shirt, I-“ He doesn’t take it, just leaves me hanging, while I stand there in my bra and pants.

The silence sits between us, suffocating me a little bit. My hand drops down, the t-shirt sweeps over the floor, and I look away because I can’t answer his eyecontact anymore. “I- I wanted to have something of yours, when you’re away.”, I whisper, ashamed. We’re good at the whole hooking up stuff. The hard, unattached fucking. The depraved filth we want from each other. The friendly enough situations in between where we enjoy each other’s company enough to not make things awkward when we’re not currently in each other’s pants. But this? Stealing his shirt? Admitting that I wanted to have something of his when he was away? The implications that I might miss him, his smell, his presence? And still ignoring the possibility that every time we go on a mission, that it could be the last time.

He crosses the distance between us, reaching for the shirt and pulling it over my head again. “Fucking take it, it’s yours.”, he says. “I just got caught off-guard seeing you like this, okay?” He pulls me into him and I snuggle against him, into his broad warm chest, as he presses my head into his pecs and a little kiss to my head. “I never had anybody wear my clothes before, okay? And I like how it looks, I like how my huge shirt looks on you.” I nod into his muscles and let my hands glide over his warm skin. “Okay… I still should’ve asked. I’m sorry.”, I repeat myself. He’s caressing my hair softly and I can feel him shaking his head. ”Don’t be.”

He pulls back a bit, puts his hand on my chin and makes me look up at him. “I tell you what though, you gotta return it, when I come back, okay?”, he whispers. And I nod, blinking away the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. The unspoken ‘Don’t worry, I’ll come back to you’ is so clear in his eyes.

The t-shirt as a token of his promise when we’re both too emotionally stunted to say how we really feel. What we really want to say. And I’m fine with that.

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Would you be willing to do some headcanons with fluff/comfort (suggestive/nsfw if you want) of the ghouls (separately) comforting a plus size reader going through a spurt of insecurity?

I LOVED you thick thighs/plus size hcs and I just feel really bad about myself after a photo shoot today even though I’m usually pretty confident

First and foremost… I want to make it so clear that our ghoul boys are OBSESSED with their plus sized partners. You’re gonna look at me and tell me that these demonic creatures from hell don’t immediately become a puddle in your hands when they finally *finally* get to press their face into your soft stomach?

You’ve got Mountain who literally drools every time he sees you. He just wants to ravish you every time he sees you it’s insane. You’re so soft and warm and he just wants to sink his claws into your beautiful body and keep you forever. He is a tall boy, and even though he may still tower over you, he is just overtaken with pure adoration every time he wraps his arms around you. He feels even more powerful with you by his side.

Dewdrop is a very intensive lover, but my god is he proud of his relationship with you. He shows you the fuck off, he can barely control himself when you’re feeling confident. And if you’re struggling with that… he is going to spend as long as it takes and even more than that showing you how SEXY you are. He will worship every inch of skin, and he will take his damn time making sure he loves up on you better than you’ve ever been loved up on IN YOUR LIFE.

Our good boy Rain is more of a private lover, but don’t let him fool you. He may be a little more reserved when you two are out and about together, but with every waking second he is just itching to get you alone. Most of the time he has to physically stop himself from pressing his face into whatever part of your body he can reach the quickest, much like Mountain he just wants to absolutely devour you every time he sees you.

Swiss is a fucking menace. He doesn’t care what time it is, where you are or what you’re doing. If he even gets the *slightest* peak at your beautiful thick thighs he is practically humping the air. He, much like Dew, just wants everyone to know that he is yours. He will sink his fangs into the softest, meatiest parts of your body and claim you over and over and over again. Then he will parade you around the abbey and show anybody who just so happens to be around that he is a very very very lucky ghoul.

Aether tries to be as respectful as possible when it comes to any insecurities you may be having about your body, he would use his very last breath telling you how fucking gorgeous you are. But only you know how he really gets, only you know how feral Aether is deep deep down. He is a confident ghoul, but he just feels so comfortable with you. Like he never has to question what you think of him, and he never has to think about what others may think of him because he knows that if anybody is going to yank any thoughts right out of his head it’s gonna be you. You just bring eachother up more and more every single day and as a result… he’s become so head over heels for you he makes you forget you were ever feeling insecure in the first place.

[goldenempyrean]

The Memories Of Love: Broken Memories (Pt2)

〚 Notes - The much awaited part 2! Im so so sorry in advance. Just be aware, the angst is heavy in this, along with swearing too. So just a head’s up about that. Again, PLEASE, let me know your thoughts about this! I crave feedback. 〛

〚 Summary - Natasha had called your name. You should’ve just ignored her, pretended you’d never heard her but no... you had to go in and face her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2300〛

〚 Part One! 〛

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The faint call of your name made you stop dead in your tracks. You should’ve ignored it, pretended you didn’t hear her. But no, you had to turn back, didn’t you? Why? Because it was her. The one person whose grip on you held tighter than an iron fist.

“Natasha?” You whispered into the dark as you pushed the door on the door it creaked open, allowing the dim light from the hall to seep into the room. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light but as you squinted, you could make out the sickly form of Natasha as she shuffled beneath the sheets.

"Nat..."

With every breath, she seemed to be struggling as she forced herself upright. Even from your position near the door you could see that her forehead was slicked with beads of sweat as her fever beat through her body. You couldn’t help but be overcome with anxiety, anxiety so strong you could almost taste it. It's sickly and bitter, much like the woman infront of you.

She took a second to compose herself before looking you over with a twisted expression, “What the hell are you doing here.”

"What kind of question is that?" You retorted with a scoff before you began your pent-up lecture, the lecture which you’d wanted to give her ever since entering her apartment, “first of all, you left your door unlocked. Anybody could’ve came wandering in, do you not realise how dangerous that is?”  

You chose to ignore the way she rolled her eyes at your statement and continued, "And I came because I was... worried. When you called, you sounded...” You trailed off, your eyes not leaving the floor.  

At your confession Natasha stared at you, her brows furrowed in suspicion before her expression morphed into one of fury as she gave a snide, mocking laugh, an unexpected sound which changed your mood instantly.

“Thats bullshit.” She laughed again, an angry almost maniacal laugh, “don't come in here and start acting like you give a shit about me.”

“What?” You were stunned, you didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was wrong with her.

“Oh don’t act all innocent, you know exactly what I mean.”

"You wanna go down that road?" You hissed through gritted teeth, feeling a burning wave rage begin to slowly wash over you. You tried to take a deep breath, but hearing Natasha give another scoff was enough to push you over the edge, sending that wave crashing over you with a violent, thrashing anger, “You fucking hypocrite, do you really wanna go there?

"You called, and now you're bitching at me? Really, Nat? You’re a joke." You have to bite your tongue to keep from telling her that this is typical Natasha behaviour; you've got to bite your tongue for a lot of things when it comes to this woman, never before had you felt so angry, so used, "Why the fuck did you even call me?

"A joke?" Natasha snaps as she mocks your words, her lips drawn to the side in an ugly sneer, “You’re calling me a joke? I clearly didn’t mean to call you. Did you genuinely think I’d let someone like you back here, you’re such a fucking idiot Y/N.”

You felt your fist involuntarily clench at her words. You saw red and you were seconds away from screaming at her only Nat’s body screamt first as it begged for relief, Natasha began to cough. A wet, sickly coughing. An action which sent her body wracking forwards uncontrollably. Producing a sound which would make anyone cringe. It’s a sound which makes your heart hurt. It's a sound that almost made you forget your anger for a moment, and it doesn’t fail to remind you that it doesn't matter what’d she said or what she’d done, you were still worried about her.

"Tasha?" The sound comes out as a whisper, and you quickly stepped forward, reaching out for her but stopped in your place when her eyes stared daggers into your own, freezing like a deer in headlights, “Natasha Im trying to help-”

You tried to explain but you were quickly cut off by the malicious, scornful laugh of Natasha, “Trying to help? Trying to help?! You’ve done nothing but fuck things up Y/N. That’s what you do! You take people and fuck them up.”

Her words hit like a physical blow. You're left reeling, speechless. You didn't know things between you were so strained. It's only when she began barking out a wet cough again that you remembered the situation at hand. For a moment, you thought about leaving the room in a huff. It would serve her right, wouldn't it? Let her choke to death on her own pride.

In the end, though, you could never do that. Not to Natasha, never. Your jaw clenches again, and though your anger hasn’t completely dissipated, the need to comfort is stronger in your heart than your desire for retribution and as you take a step forward, tears sting your eyes. You can see how badly she's suffering, how vulnerable and weak she felt, and it hurt... it stung.

You silently came to sit on the edge of her bed. Reaching out your hand, you stroked her damp cheek, the warmth of your touch seeming to give her a spark of comfort. A look of relief flashes on her face, quickly changing into one of confusion and fear. She pulls away, her own hands curling into a rigid fist, and she looks you in the eyes, beginning to seethe with anger once again, “Don't touch me,” The statement comes out in a low hiss, as she slapped your hand away from her face, “Don't you... dare fucking touch me.”

Natasha tries to stand, to move herself away. Only she finds herself gasping, shocked at how drained she is, how drained her body is. All colour has drained from her skin, leaving behind the shell of a sick, sad woman. You don’t miss the way she stumbled forward, the way she had a white-knuckled grip on the bedpost, the way her legs trembled as she fought to keep herself standing upright.

“Natasha,” you felt your voice soften again, watching as the woman fought against her body’s wishes, it’s cries for her to rest, “Stop it Nat- Just stop… you’re going to hurt yourself.”

"Jesus." She spat the word like bile, her fist clenching again. The look in her eyes was one of venom. It was that same venom that had her slapping your hand away. You could taste the hatred and revulsion in her words when she snarled a hateful, “Stop acting like you’ve ever cared about me!”

“Never cared? Never cared?!” Your mouth was wide with shock at her claim, her accusations cutting through you like a knife in butter, “Who was there for you when you came home injured? Who spent countless nights sitting up you with when you had nightmares? How can you even say I never cared about you, its fucking insulting considering you’d know a thing or two about ‘not caring’, wouldn’t you?”

Natasha growled through her teeth, “What the hell do you mean by that.”

“Well for one, its fucking clear you never loved me! I was just there when you needed someone to help you get over Bruce.” You snapped back, finally all your frustrations from the last year came pouring out, “There were times when I needed you Natasha, I needed you so much and you were never here for me!” You didn’t dare look up. You didn’t dare to see the look of pure anger etched across her face as you felt tears begin to run down your own cheeks.

“All those times...” You trailed off as a new rage lit inside of you, “Did you ever realize that you were hurting me? or did you just not care?”

“How the fuck was I meant to know that?!” Natasha snapped back, “Not once did you mention any of this? Not once. I told you about my past Y/N. I told you things I swore I’d never tell a soul. Was that not enough to show you that I cared? I told you that I had a hard time showing my feelings and opening myself up to people and you know what you did? You told me we’d work through it, that you’d help me.”

“You said we’d learn to love together... and the first chance you get, you leave me because I haven’t been able to show you how much I love you?” Natasha sniffled as her eyes filled with tears, “how is that fair...”

“Because I was fed up of it all, okay?! Natasha, it was draining! Constantly being second place to something. Not once did you make me a priority, how the fuck do you think that made me feel?

“What the actual fuck are you on about?” She screamed back, the action forcing her to bend at the waist as she coughed allwhile her anger burned behind her eyes, “I genuinely don't know what you’re on about anymore! You can't expect me to know what's going on what with you if you never open up to me about things. How was I meant to know that something was wrong If you never told me. I would’ve changed Y/N. All you had to do was tell me.”

“Natasha just stop! Stop all the bullshit. The base fact of our relationship was that I loved you more then you loved me. Just admit it...”

Silence

Natasha fell silent, her body frozen in place. It felt like she’d been shot... Her skin was carved with the scars someone else had forged, and with nothing but your mere words you’d just carved another - straight onto her heart. 

Her facade finally crumbled. That facade that had been forced onto her. The facade she’d fought so hard to maintain finally came tumbling down and she wept. Natasha sobbed, her breath hitching as she tried to take a deep breath, the tears flowing like a river down her cheeks, revealing the broken woman which had been hidden, locked away inside.

“Take that back.” Her voice trembled as she sobbed uncontrollably, “I swear to fucking god Y/N, take that back.”

“Why should I?” You sobbed this time too, “We both know it’s true. Not once did you do something which showed me how much you cared.”

“I didn’t know how! I told you I didn’t know how!”

“I don’t care anymore. It’s over.”

“Was it worth it? You ruined everything Y/N!” Natasha cried, “You watched as I cried out for you, begging on my knees for you to stay! Is that not enough for you?”

"Is that not enough for you?" Natasha repeated as she bawled. You could feel a deep, cold pit begin to grow inside of you. It's not hatred. It's doubt. The more she's talks, the less your words seem to make sense and you found yourself suddenly unsure of everything that happened.

“No.” You almost choked as that single word left your mouth and you soon felt yourself begin to sob again as waterfalls of tears rolled down your already-soaked cheeks. With one careless and reckless sentence, you had destroyed so much. Your voice was barely louder than a whisper as you replied to the sobs of the woman who stood before you, “It wasn’t enough.”

Natasha wept again. You know that you're the cause of the tears, but it still twists your heart into knots to see her like this... so broken. And worst of all, you felt selfish but the urge to hold her was almost unbearable and you took a step towards her, wearily reaching out to hold her shoulder.

“Im sorry.” You whispered as your hand made with contact with her overheated, clammy skin.

It was as if your touch burned her. Natasha took a shaky breath. Her crying had slowed, but a few tears still rolled down her cheeks. She stared right at you, and the sorrow in her eyes nearly caused you to burst into tears once more. But there was something else – still behind her eyes, hiddden inside was that deep and hateful glare.

“It’s too late for that now- Just get out,” She demands, almost ripping your hand from her body, as you stare back at her, eyes wide with shock, “Get the fuck out Y/N!”

You shook you head angrily, biting hard into your lip to stop yourself from exploding. Once again you find yourself fuming, you're seething, you're leaving. You were just about to slam the door behind you when something froze you.

“Wait...” You heard Natasha’s tiny whimper as you hand lingered on the doorknob. And she broke down again. You never imagined that her cries could ever pierce your heart so deeply.

With guilt eating you up inside, you turned around a final time to see Nat begin spluttering as she began to cough uncontrollably again. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt helpless in the face of a sickness that's not your own, your heart painfully wrenched by the sight and sound of the girl you loved choking with illness and hate.

Natasha was petrified, she could do little but surrender her body, unable to find the strength anymore. Your pitiful gaze, the pain in her chest, the pain in her head, in her heart. It was all too much. Way, way too much. The last thing she saw was your face morph into a horrified, no terrified, expression as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a dark, cold, empty void consuming her as her broken body collapsed to the floor…

[diazheartsbuckley]

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“So all it took was me getting a few grey hairs and you’re suddenly all over me?” Eddie teases, his hand draped on Buck’s left hip as the other makes it way onto his lower back, stroking his warm skin gently.

Buck scoffs but feels the heat rising to his face. “Eddie, please. You were always fucking sexy, I don’t know why this” Buck gently touches the few strands of grey hairs sprinkled into the brown on the side of Eddie’s head before he continues, “- works so well for me. Maybe it’s just the fact that I actually get to see you aging and that I get to be here. To be with you”

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Buck can feel the blood dripping from his temple as he slowly comes to again. He pushes himself off the ground, steadying himself on one of the pews and he looks around, look at the pool of blood beneath his body. But that isn’t what sets him off. Eddie is gone. And despite the throbbing pain at the back of his skull, he knows that Eddie was there with him before he got injured.

“Eddie!” Buck calls out, his voice echoing within the empty church hall. “Eddie, where the hell are you?” He tries again as he moves forward, one hand on the pews, another pressing against the gaping wound on his forehead. When he doesn’t get an answer, a sinking feeling starts to set in.

Someone took Eddie.

- 📸

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“Hey, no. We’re not playing that game right now. What happened to your guys last month, it-…it wasn’t your fault, sergeant” Buck says as he gently places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. He can see it written all over his face and Buck hates it. It makes Eddie look nearly a decade older than he actually is, deep lines forming around his eyes and mouth.

“Jackson could’ve died today. And that would’ve been my fault because I couldn’t manage to snap out of it. He’s 20 years old, Buckley. He hasn’t even had a chance at life yet”

“I’m gonna stop you right there” Buck tells the sergeant firmly. “He might only be 20 years old but no one made him do this job. I talked to him this morning in the hospital, got some of his story. None of his family has been in the army. Well, his granddad but that’s beyond the point. He didn’t do it to pay for college. He wanted to do this for himself. And if he had died out there, which he didn’t, it wouldn’t have been your fault, Eddie. None of this could ever be your fault”

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“Diaz!” Bobby’s voice sounds and Eddie lets go of what’s-his-face from B-shift, the realization of his actions slowly creeping in. “My office. Now”

Eddie grumbles lowly, cursing himself as he skips up on the steps and reaches Bobby’s office.

“Close the door behind you”

“Cap?” Eddie questions. He has never had a conversation in this office that ended well. Not when it was behind closed doors.

“I’m about to yell at you and I don’t want anybody else to hear it” Bobby folds his arms across his chest. He can see the fatigue on Eddie’s face, can see the dark circles around his eyes and the weariness in his movements as he pulls out a chair to sit on. He can see the hesitation in Eddie’s eyes before he sits down and when he does, Bobby immediately notices that his St. Christopher’s pendant is missing.

“What’s going on with you, Eddie?”

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