#i havent moved from my spot for a few hours now

[kicksnscribs]

Hardwood floor, ricebag and heated blankie my beloveds...

[evie-sturns]

𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

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summary: you and chris havent seen eachother in a few weeks, he invites you round. watching a movie together in his living room, he starts getting touchy on, and around your thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, teasing, swearing.

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me and chris are keeping a safe distance on the couch a few inches away from eachother, awkwardly watching the movie.

its been a few weeks since ive seen him, he's really busy filming and traveling and he knows its had an impact on me, i mean we had an argument over the phone yesterday, so these past few hours with him have been as though we just met -

"chris you barely have time for me anymore! ive started every conversation, me. and youve ended them." i yell through the phone on the brink of tears as he sighs deeply. "yeah y/n sorry im busy, sorry you're to blind to see that." he bites back through the phone. i assume the last thing he heard was my muffled sob before i hung up.

abruptly a sex scene flashes onto the tv, chris's breath hitches in his throat as he wipes his face. the actor on the screen reminds me of chirs, how he fucks, how his hair flops with each thrust. its turning me on.

i squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache thats forming between my legs. i see chris's eyes quickly dart over to me then to his lap. i rub my eyes as i try to distract myself.

without warning i feel chris's cold hand meet with my warm thigh, tracing circles on it. he knows what hes doing. his hand slide closer to just under my skirt, i feel just the tips of his fingertips graze the edge of my panties as he keeps rubbing my thigh. i accidentally let out a barley audible moan. chris digs his fingers slightly harder into my thigh as his pinky finger grazes my clit. "chris-.." i whisper "shh baby, you wouldnt want to miss the movie." he says teasingly as his hand creeps further up my thigh, by now my skirt has flipped up from chris's hand traces the waistband of my panties.

he rests one finger lightly on my clit, and i buck my hips up, trying to get more pressure. he rubs small circles on my clit, still not applying enough pressure. i let out a shaky breath as i try not to make noises. a large damp spot forms in the middles of my panties as he keeps circling my clit. "i cant.." i groan as i grip his dark-grey shirt and squirm on the couch. he grips my hand which is gripping his shirt and he moves it off of him. he places my hand on my breast. "more-.." i manage to squeeze out and thats enough for him to take his hand away from the outside of my panties. he grips my thigh and flips me over, im facing the headrest of the couch as he lifts me onto his lap. "fuck i missed this." he groans as he yanks my shirt off of me, discarding it somewhere across the room. i pull down his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring out onto his happy trial.

his tip instantly becomes more red as my finger rubs his precum into his tip. without warning he stands up, keeping me propped up on his chest my my ass. he walks us over into his bedroom, which he clearly cleaned before i came over. he throws me down on his mattress pinning my hand above my head as he pulls my panties off, shoving them in his sweatpants pocket. "ya ready?" he says quietly as he pulls down his sweatpants a little more. "just go slow at first chris.." i say nervously "gotcha, its been a while so it might hurt a little." he reassures as he pushes his tip inside of me.

i instantly wince at the stretch as he pushes further inside of me. i grip his shirt for the second time tonight as he starts slowly thrusting, getting deeper each time. i let out loud moans "fuck baby, your so tight." he whispers into my ear as he picks up his thrusts. "im gonna c-" i warn "not yet baby." he says sternly as he thrusts deeper and faster "fuck not gonna last long with you clenching like that." he stutters as he goes faster.

"go on baby cum now, cum with me." chris says shakily as i instantly realease all over him "good girl oh my god.." he says pulling out and collapsing next to me. after a few minutes of laying in silence he stands up, pulling up his sweatpants. he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, my bare ass against his cheek.

i flail my arms and legs while laughing "chris!! put me down!" i giggle as he takes me into the bathroom. he bends down with all my weight on him and turns on the bath, once its full he gently places me inside the water.

"you're so pretty." Chris says breathlessly as he stares down at me.

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yuuup hope yall liked this!

[whydontyousaeso]

Tattooed in your brain (Part 2)

Damian preist x fem Reader

Check out part one!

Type- fluff!

Warnings- minor use of alcohol, none other than that!

A/n- hello lovely’s! I hope you enjoy this part, be on the lookout Friday for the fic im posting! Have fun and stay safe 🩵

You made a huge mistake with not taking the numbing cream.

It hurt like hell.

There wasn’t anything else to do though, all you could do was sit and let Rhea do her work.

“So do you have a lot of friends here?”

“Not really, just the one I’m staying with.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“I havent really had time or the courage to go out and meet people.”

“Not a club girl?”

“Not really”

You looked at the mirror in front of you. Your hair actually looked decent, and your face didn’t give you any problems. It was a good day look wise for you.

“Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow? Me and the boys here are gonna order in some pizza and play some games.”

“Would I be intruding?”

“Not at all, I’ve actually been looking for another girlfriend, but it seems like no one really fits my vibe except for you.”

You smiled at yourself in the mirror

“Sure!”

You stood in front of the mirror in your room, checking out your outfit for the 30th time that hour.

You didn’t want to go too far, but you didn’t want to underdress.

You had some baggy jeans on with a black sweater that fell off f your shoulder. Your hair was up in a bun, and your makeup was minimal.

Either way you didn’t have time to change. Rhea told you to be there a bit early so you could be there before the boys.

So you had to leave now anyways.

You grabbed your purse and headed out quickly, letting your roommate know that you were leaving.

Surprisingly Rhea only lived 10 minutes away, so you just walked over there to her apartment.

To say you were overthinking would be an understatement. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself, but at the same time you didn’t want to be seen as a try hard either.

When you knocked on the door Rhea answered with keys in her hands.

“Hi Y/n, I’m so sorry to ditch you for a second but I have to run and grab some chips at the store, can you stay here with Damian for a second?”

Oh !

He was here already?

You smiled and nodded

“Of course! Take your time!”

“Great, there are drinks in the fridge if you want one. If not make yourself at home. Bye Damian!”

“See ya”

You waved goodbye and made your way into the apartment. Looking around as you headed towards the main area.

You found Damian on the loveseat, clearly comfortable with the way his legs were spread.

You felt your face heat up again, trying to keep your composure around this man.

There’s no way you could actually be crushing on this dude, you barely even know him.

“I wouldn’t sit on the big sofa, Finn and Dom usually spill a ton of beer on it.”

Damian spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Where would you recommend I sit then?”

“The only non gross spot is next to me, I don’t bite I promise.”

You chuckled awkwardly and made your way over to the seat, noticing that he was watching you move.

It didn’t make it easier for you.

“Where are you from again?”

“Washington”

You heard him hum in approval.

“Did you have a specific reason?”

“Not really. I needed a change of scenery and to be honest I really didn’t have any reason to stay in Washington”

“No friends, or family? Not even a boyfriend?”

“No, no, and definitely no.”

You looked up for a second and saw him nodding.

“You thought I had a boyfriend?”

You laughed a little, trying to lighten the obvious awkward situation.

“I mean, it’s not a insane guess”

You held your breath for a second. Either you were insanely delusional or he was flirting with you and you didn’t know how to deal with either situation.

“You want a drink?”

Luckily Rhea showed up a few moments later and pulled you out of the awkward situation.

Then again it was really just awkward because you made it that way.

Soon the others showed up and before you knew it you were playing card games with all five of them.

You had found out that the ‘JD’ in the shop name stood for ‘Judgement Day’

Not the actual person

He was still in training.

You had drunk a beer and was holding your second, taking your time so you wouldn’t get sick.

“Hey Y/N, you need to stay the night tonight?”

Rhea asked as you were putting away plates and such.

“I really don’t want to intrude on my first time here, I can get a Uber-“

“Stay the night, you can borrow some of my clothes.”

“Rhea I-“

“It’s no longer a question Y/N, you’re staying the night.”

You just smiled and shook your head, turning around to head over to the trash.

Bumping directly into Damian

Just your luck

You almost stumbled back, but he caught you with his broad arms.

“I am so sorry-“

“Don’t apologize, it’s alright”

And for the first time he smiled at you.

Dammit you hated being drunk because you knew you were as red as a cherry.

You just once again smiled and side stepped away, running back to the love seat and plopping down, pulling out your phone to check your face.

Dammit, you were right.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to make it seem like you were just tired or it was the alcohol.

But you felt his eyes on you.

You weren’t creeped out by any means. He was very very attractive, and you wouldn’t necessarily mind being in a relationship with him.

But, you didn’t know how to go about it, which flustered you more then needed.

Finn and Dominik didn’t leave until 11 at night, so you were more than exhausted when they did leave.

You had leaned back and closed your eyes, listening to the sounds around you.

“You falling asleep?”

You opened your eyes, watching Damian walk into the living room.

“Not yet”

Damian made his way back over to the couch, flopping beside you.

Way closer than normal.

You could smell the Tequila mixed with his musky cologne on him.

“So you are seriously single?”

“Yeah, why does that keep surprising you?”

“It is really, have you ever dated anyone at all?”

“Nope, no one has really caught my attention.”

You mumbled that last part, finding literally anything except for him to look at.

“Not even now?”

You paused for a second, your brain taking an extra second to comprehend what just happened.

“I mean-“

“Hey you guys, you can sleep wherever I don’t really care, but I’m going to bed”

Thank god for Rhea.

“Yeah, goodnight Rhea”

“Goodnight.”

Rhea waved and walked back into her room, leaving you two together.

“I’m going to sleep.”

You mumbled, reaching over to turn off the light.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight Damian”

[toaster-hair]

There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

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You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?” 

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period. 

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s. 

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him. 

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner. 

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

…

What. 

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

[crushculture03]

Chapter 3

The blaring of Julie's alarm clock awoke her from her peaceful slumber. Today was the day her and the band flew out to New york for the start of the tour.

She quickly silenced her alarm, and checked if she had any unread messages, there were a few from her parents and best friend and a few from Matty as well.

Ever since the encounter in the elevator the two had been non-stop texting, getting to know each other and talking more about the tour.

Reluctantly, she got out of her bed and quickly threw on a quick and comfy outfit, after all she was about to be on an eight hour flight.

When she arrived at Heathrow , she spent a solid 10 minutes searching for the band, finally a voice called out "julie over here!" . She whipped her head around and spotted the owner of the voice, it was none other than Matty healy. "Well goodmorning matty, do you always look this good in the morning" she chuckled, slightly flirting with him. The man chuckled slightly , "aw thank you darling, I could say the same thing about you" he smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"How are you both so preppy in the morning, it's too early for this shit" George commented as he put his sunglasses on. The pair laughed at the drummer and made their way to security.

Finally it was time to board the flight, "Well matty I'd love to stay and chat but I think it's time for you to board" she motioned to the screen that said it was time for first class to board. "Darling you're coming with us, look at your ticket" the curly haired man giggled and motioned for her to look at the piece of paper he had just handed her.

She looked down and sure enough it said, first class, "Matty why? I thought only the band was flying first class" she looks up at the boy in awh. "Please you think you could get away from me on this flight" he chuckled and grabbed her hand, leading them onto the flight. " I could never get tired of you" she responded, as they sat down, "You say that now but just wait, he's a clinger" Ross joked as he sat down, "Oy mate I am not" he frowned in return, "Mhm sure, remember when I tried to listen to my music and you kept bugging me, telling me about an idea you had for a new kind of ice cream flavor" Ross chuckled.

Matty just rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, "Listen the flavor was really good, it was oreos and chocolate chips" he respond. Jules giggled, "I'm afraid that's already been invented darling", the curly haired boy frowned "But we can think of new one on the flight" she responded, which caused him to grin. "Well jules i was thinking we could talk more about the music, I'm tempted to know whats on your playlist" he said, as he grabbed her other earbud and placed it in his ear.

Jules presses play and immediately Robbers comes on , she blushes at the song choice. "Ah great choice" matty smirks, "Listen it's a bop ok? And the music video is amazing, you know I always wanted to recreate the kiss, you know with the bandana" she rambled. "Well I feel like we could arrange that, you know that song is on the setlist" he smirked at her. "Easy there healy we havent even taken off yet" she chuckles in response.

Eventually they take off and half way through the flight Matty turns to jules and says, "So jules tell me more about yourself" . "Well I'm 26, i'm from California my favorite band has always been the 1975, I don't know if you've ever heard of them before" she chuckles, matty laughs as she says this and responds "I've heard of them before, heard they're pretty shit but the lead singer is hot". Jules smiles widely and tries to contain her laughter "they're pretty good and yeah the lead singer is pretty hot" she responds and rolls her eyes. "Always got that ego healy" she giggles , "Aw babe come on you love it" he says and moves closer to her.

"You're too much, but thats a good thing" she looks at him and brushes a few stray curls out of his face. "You're hair is amazing, i know I sound weird when I say this but I've always wanted to touch it" julie giggles, as she ruffles his hair more.

"So what are you most excited for with this tour?" Jules asks, "Probably being on stage again, seeing the fans enjoying the music and singing along to it. It makes everything worth it". She looks over at him and smiles "Aw thats so sweet, I myself am excited to sing and dance to the songs, it'll be the first time i've been to a 1975 show since 2016, life has been so crazy with touring I wasn't able to see you guys when you toured for a Brief inquiry" . "Well I'll be looking out in the auidence for you" matty smiles widely

After 30 minutes of back and forth conversation, jules finds her eyelids slowly getting heavier and heavier, something about matty's voice made her feel relaxed, that combined with her lack of sleep, due to the early flight, made her slowly dirft off to sleep. Unbeknownst to her , her head fell slightly on matty's shoulder. He looked down at the sleeping girl and smiled, he kissed the top of her head, then gently placed his head on top of hers, slowly drifting in and out of sleep

[daikioma]

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 ┈ Kọkichi's eyes opened as fast as he could

open them, only to then snap shut as he hissed softly. The room he was in had a bright light pointing directly at his face, making it impossible to comfortably see. He tried to raise a hand to block out the light, but his arm couldn't move. "Ehg... What the hell.?" He muttered to himself, shifting a bit to try and get a sense of how much of his body was tied. The last thing he remembered was eating a bitter grape cupcake from a boy scout, then collapsing on the couch of his small apartment to rest. He obviously got kidnapped after that, but by who? A random person, for ransom? Or maybe someone he annoyed too much? 'Either way, I think I can get out of this... Somehow,' he thought to himself. His body stiffened when he heard a door open, though he felt oddly soothed by the humming of whoever came through said door. The person turned off the light that was in front of him, allowing him to open his eyes, though his vision was spotted and he still couldn't see. "Ah, morning, Kich," the person hummed, gently holding him from behind. "You slept for a while. Gave me enough time to do some work, and still have time to admire you." The person kissed the top of his head, before moving in front of you. "Can you see yet?" The person didn't give him a chance to respond. "You must be hungry. Here. I made you something." He opened his eyes again, still with spotty, blinded vision, tensing as a spoon was pressed against his mouth. He hadn't eaten in a few days? He felt like he just ate half an hour ago, he didn't feel hungry at all. The person hooked a finger under his lip, moving it until it was between his teeth, then pulling his jaw down to put the spoon in. "Here. Eat. You haven't eaten for a few days now." Kọkichi, if he was able to, would normally and easily find a way to fake-eat whatever was on the spoon. It tasted like metal and chicken, and he was mentally gagging just thinking about it. He didn't want to upset his abductor, though, so he chewed as quickly as he could and swallowed it. Turns out he was really hungry after all. After swallowing, he looked up at his abductor, his vision finally clear. The person staring back at him had golden eyes and white fluffy hair. "Aww.. There are those gorgeous eyes.." The albino put the spoon down, sighing contently and staring, before snapping out of it. "Oh! Right. I'm Daiki," the person hummed, quickly untying Kọkichi's arm restraints. "Go on, eat. You'll be okay."

(its like midnight n im kinda sleepy so i might edit this n finisb it tmrw)

[forestryfae]

i dont. understand. when are they expecting us to be able to do laundry. i have an hour in the morning i guess but i physically cant get myself out of bed unless its absolutely the last minute and they dont wait for you to hang up your laundry, theyll just drive away from you.

theres also an hour right after i come home from work but generally i need it to change clothes or shower and to regain some of my energy.

after dinner theres like 2 hours but jesus christ i JUST got back from work and i share laundryday with another guy, i have no idea how much laundry hes gonna do

then theres a meeting every other monday and a dumb bullshit hike that takes like 2 hours then were back around 7:30 or 8 i think and generally after a long tiring hike where noone waits for you so you dont get even one break even tho your legs are burning there isnt much energy for laundry. and then theres that one meal we get afterwards as a reward or whatever for the hike and then at 9 they lock the laundryroom.

so theres like 1 and a half hours there too ig but who has the fucking energy. we need showers too. and to eat. so like yeah theres like a few hours here and there and one load of laundry takes half an hour with the big machine but thats still a very tight schedule. esp considering they REALLY want us to go on the hikes cus its An AcTiViTy ThAtS gOoD fOr YoU.

like. i have limited energy and i only have so much time in the day. i can only do so much in one day before i run out of energy and i need to be allowed to be tired and need to rest too. i dont function well on tuesday evenings specifically because im exhausted. its why i take wednesdays and fridays off. i need the extra rest and time. like. idk how to even explain it without sounding lazy and whiny and kinda pathetic for not being able to do a million things a day back to back. but i actually need time to decompress and shit. idk.

the point ismondays are a shit day to do laundry, i dont want to do it on wednesdays cus i like to have time off but im expected to clean my room the millisecond i wake up and im more often than not woken up with "good morning, what are you going to do today, i think you should do laundry and cleanyour room" like thanks now i cant get out of bed until 12 and i cant do anything i was planning to do cus yall wont stop fucking pestering me if i dont do whats expected of me every single minute im alive, and they never fucking check when i actually do clean and usually cleaning my room results in 'you missed a spot'. like why even botver. its so fucking stressfull and i dont know how to stop bekng stressed and when people try to help they make it worse and itpisses me off so much, i hate having people mess witvmy stuff and moving shit around and touching fucking dirty clothes then moving clean stuff.

like jesus christ im allowed to be tired. i need to be allowed to have hobbies and free time that doesnt result in my brain being occupied by being pissed cus someone told me what im Supposed to do instead of just allowing me to fucking do what i need or want to do. like can i get five fucking minutes where i dont feel guilty cus i dont shower fast enough or i dont mop the floor fast enough and i dont walk fast enough and im not strong enough to just do shit without ever getting tired or needing rest.

were not even doing real therapy rn, i wanted a psychologist and i still havent gotten one, i wanted to talk to the economics guy and i still havent been able to, i cant talk to anyone who isnt my primary contact and i have no idea how to even reach out to her plus shes not always working so i dont always see her, and like. a lot of the time i feel like whatever i say is just Too Emotional and its not actually worth the time but my guy my parents have been treating me like i dont deserve to exist in front of them since i was a fucking toddler and when i got bullied in school my parents thought that was my own fault for getting angry that i was being treated like shit. i didnt fucking grow up with people who cared about me unless it suited them, im fucking allowed to be upset and confused and terrified and worried about shit. it makes perfect sense that i dont understand any fucking thing and im struggling so fucking much. i should be getting help and getting rid of the shitty fucking house and getting diagnosed and maybe even medicated. i should be in fucking therapy and i should be talking to SOMEONE about shit instead of sitting in my room crying every weekend cus i dont know whats wrong with me and im starting to get worried that im just too fucked up to be fixable or atleast able to be liked by people

in other news the laundrymachine was taken and theres stuff hanging to dry cus the people working here did laundry today and now i have to wait until saturday and i have like 2 tshirts and 2 pants and one bra and one sweater thats clean and that will not last until monday

[divinegrey]

hi, i really like your writing. I was wondering if i could request a comfort fic between fem!reader and any of the ladies (could be more than one, it's up to you honestly) where the reader has just been feeling like crap and sometimes feels alone, so they try to cheer her up and what not? i havent been doing too good lately, and i could use the comfort. I don't know if you write stuff like this so it's fine if you don't wanna take this request. Thanks in advance though.

i've been not doing so hot too, my dog passed yesterday. this is for me as much as it is for you, i hope you find some comfort from this &lt;3

COMFORT | FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER W/ F!READER

words: 2118 warnings: angst with a lot of comfort

FADE

“Shit, there you ar— oh, siktir, are you okay?” 

In any other circumstance, you’d perk your head up at the sound of Fade’s voice. Right now, though, you think if you did that, you’d start crying all over again, and you’re not sure how much more you have left in you to do so. 

Fade pulls herself up the rest of the way on the ladder, her footsteps light on the metal grating. This is your safe place up here, on top of the tallest building on the island where the Protocol is situated. You’ve got half a dozen warnings on your record to stop coming up here, but it’s too peaceful to give up. 

Lately, though, it’s become the only place you can cry without being bothered. Until now, that is. 

Fade lowers herself to sit next to you, dangling one leg off the ledge the same way you are. She stays quiet, but you know she can see the tear tracks on your cheeks and the way your shoulders are heaving with every struggled breath. After a few minutes, she shifts closer and wraps her arm around your shoulder. 

You didn’t even know it was possible, but you break down again, crying softly as you lean your weight into her. 

“It’s okay, sevgili, I’m here,” Fade murmurs, running her hands through your hair. When you attempt to speak, it comes out in choked words. Fade runs her thumb under your eye, clearing the tears. “It’s okay, take as long as you need.” 

You’re not sure of how long it takes, but by the time you’ve run out of tears, there’s a soggy spot on Fade’s vest. You wipe at it in a silent apology, but Fade merely takes your hands in hers and wraps her fingers around them, calming the shaking you hadn’t realized was happening. It’s just so much all at once. 

The wind is gentle to you and Fade.

The desolation that you feel in your mind, Fade already understands; of course she does, she sees nightmares and you’ve been having them for the past week. She shuffles closer, wrapping her arms around your waist and bringing you into her lap. Isolation is a pain that Fade knows too well. 

“You’re not alone, sevgili,” Fade murmurs softly into your ear, before pressing a kiss, soft and sweet, to your temple. You feel a soft weight in your lap and look down briefly to find a prowler, condensed into the form of a small kitten that is purring and rolling around. It’s enough to bring a small smile to your face and make the ache in your chest hurt a little less. 

You tilt your head back, just enough to press a small thank you kiss to Fade’s jaw before leaning back into her, petting the kitten in your lap and soaking in the touch that Fade so willingly gives despite having been hurt herself a thousand times before. All the while, Fade continues whispering sweet nothings to you, determined to make you feel better. 

REYNA

The sound of gunfire in your ears drives your body to keep shooting, even in the late hours of the night. Your fingers are sore and your ears are ringing from how many bullets you’ve shot, but it’s better than letting the aching pain in your chest take the forefront in your mind. 

You’re so laser-focused on the moving targets you don’t notice the presence of another within the gun range. When the simulation comes to an end, you lower the guardian held to your chest, your arms shaking from having it held up for so long and your shoulder twinging in protest. 

Doesn’t matter. Go again. 

You hover your hand over the button to restart the simulation, only to be stopped by a hand around your wrist and another grabbing the rifle and pushing it upward. 

“Are you aware that other people need to—” Reyna’s voice drops when you raise your gaze to hers. Your eyes are red from crying, dried tear tracks on your cheeks and you look like you’re about to fall over dead. Reyna takes this in, and whispers with a bone-chilling cold, “Who did this?” 

You shake your head indignantly, but your lip is quivering and your head hurts from trying to hold it in. Reyna pulls the gun out of your hand, yanking out the mag— empty— before putting it aside. 

“Oh, cariño,” Reyna murmurs, looking at how your hands are clenched by your side. The frown on her face speaks volumes; she might be a bitch but goddamn, she cares. She opens her arms ever so slightly. “Come here.” 

Exhausted from staying up for hours, there’s no fight left in you. You sag forward into Reyna, burying your head in her chest. You’re so fucking done with everything that you have nothing left to give and nothing left to say. You try so hard not to cry, to make yourself look even weaker in front of the most powerful woman you know, but when she hugs you tightly, you don’t feel so fucking alone. 

It’s embarrassing. 

“Come on, cariño, up,” Reyna says, and you’re confused on what the hell she means until she’s bending you down and sweeping you right off your feet. You squeak into her shoulder, wrapping your legs around her waist. “We’re going to the kitchen and you’re going to let me make you some of my enchiladas, and you’re going to eat them because I heard you skipped dinner.” 

You bury your face into Reyna’s shoulder. “Didn’t mean to.” 

“I know, cariño,” Reyna says, walking out of the gun range. She’s hardly breaking a sweat carrying you. “I’ve seen how you’ve been working yourself to the bone— let me take care of you tonight.” 

There’s no room to argue with her, so you just let out a shaky breath and nod into her skin. Reyna simply murmurs a good girl into your ear as she carries you away, holding you tightly and without complaint. 

SAGE

You’re hardly a foot into the infirmary before you’re breaking down. 

It’s a slow thing at first, and you can’t help it because you’ve been bottling it up all fucking day at this point and you think if someone even looks at you wrong, you’re going to crack. 

But then Sage turns to you, a smile on her face and your name halfway out of her mouth before her eyes widen at your state. Her response is immediate; she dims the lights in the room and comes over to you, shutting and locking the door before wrapping you up in a hug. 

By then, you’re already crying into her shirt. 

Sage, being taller than most other agents, has her arm wrapped around your shoulder with her hand running over your hair, stroking it gently and supporting most of your weight. 

It felt natural to come to Sage. You didn’t know who else to come to. 

“What do you need right now? Do you need to talk?” You shake your head at her words. “Some water?” Another shake. “Do you need to lay down and snuggle?” 

Slowly, you nod yes. 

“Then we can do that, darling. Come on,” Sage takes you to one of the infirmary beds, freshly made. She lays down on it first before gesturing for you to follow, and you crawl onto the bed and lay your head in her chest. 

After you get comfortable, Sage goes back to petting your hair and rubbing your back in soothing circles— you think she might be secretly healing you, but you can’t be sure. Her shirt smells like jasmine and the incense she likes to burn, and it’s comforting. Sage whispers softly for you to follow the pace of her breathing, so you buckle down and focus on the rhythm of her chest going up and down, listening to her heart pounding ever steady behind her ribs. 

“Thank you,” you say, voice slightly muffled, but Sage hears you nonetheless. 

“Always,” Sage replies gently. “Stay here for as long as you need. I can get Skye to cover anyone else who decides to accidentally trip themselves on Jett’s knives.” 

You snort, the sound unfortunately uncanny to the noise of a pig. You sniffle, winding your arm around her stomach tighter. It never occurred to you until now of how touch-starved you’ve been, and it makes you feel even worse for springing this on Sage. 

“I’m sorry,” you say meekly. 

Sage’s hand in your hair pauses. “Whatever for?” 

“For— for this. I’m sorry. I’ve just felt so alone and I didn’t know what to do.” Your voice cracks and god, you need to stop crying. 

Sage places her hand on your cheek, tilting your head so your eyes meet hers. “You never need to apologize. Never. I should be the one apologizing. If I’ve done anything to make you feel alone, then—” 

“You didn’t.” you cut her off, swallowing thickly. “Just… working through some things.” 

Sage smiles like she knows exactly what you’re going through. She might, honestly. “Then you’re welcome to find me anytime you need. I love you. We all love you, okay?” 

With a heaving breath, you nod. “Okay.” 

“Good. Now get some rest. I’ll be here.” 

VIPER

You don’t know why you go to Viper’s lab of all places. Maybe because the smell of chemicals is grounding, or it’s the one place that nobody else goes to because of how scared shitless everyone is of Viper. 

You pray to god that it’s empty, and when you get there, it is. 

You pull yourself onto one of the metal tables in the corner, near the wall. Your knees tuck into your chest and you rest your head between your legs, blocking out the outside world while trying to focus on your breathing. You hate panicking, you hate feeling this way. 

However long it's been, it’s not enough— the lights of the lab come on, paired with the noise of shoes clicking sharply on the floor. You know it’s Viper, and shit, she doesn’t know you’re here. Slowly, you pull your head out, swallowing the lump in your throat as Viper throws some objects onto the counter in front of her; notebooks, pencils, a binder filled with information, things that a scientist needs. 

Viper looks up, eyebrows furrowing. 

And then she turns, eyes sliding over the room until they land on you. 

“I—” You clear your throat. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” 

“No.” Viper’s voice is firm. She walks over, cautious as if she’s trying not to scare you. She’s no idiot, and you know exactly what she’s thinking when she looks you up and down with the eye of a doctor. You fold tighter into yourself, wishing you could compress yourself into a box and hide away forever. 

Viper’s hand comes to your knee. Her palm is cool. 

“Outside world was too loud, wasn’t it?” She speaks like she knows, and you nod jerkily. 

“Today sucks,” you say, mumbling into your skin. Viper starts pulling at your arms, pushing them to the side while pulling your legs off the counter. You frown, up until the moment Viper puts her hands on your face. 

“Today sucks,” she says with a slight smile of agreement. Then, wordlessly, she brings you into a hug. To your utter surprise, it’s comfortable. For all the time you’ve known Viper, she’s been nothing but cold and standoffish. Yet, right now, she’s anything but. Giving up the facade, you let your walls down and you lean into it. You can debate the logistics of it later. 

Viper rubs your arm, up and down. 

“Do you want to sit with me while I work?” Viper asks after a few moments, pushing your hair aside. “It’s just some research I need to go over for another project of mine.” 

“If you don’t mind the company,” you say gently. Are you overstepping?

“Not at all. I’ve got more than enough room,” Viper says, taking your hand and helping you down from the counter. She walks over to her desk, and you’re more than a little confused until she takes a seat on the massive leather chair and then yanks you onto her lap. She adjusts you so you’re resting against her. “Comfortable?” 

A little in shock and very tired, you just nod. 

“Good. Sleep if you need to. I won’t let anyone bother you,” Viper says, and you hear the promise in her words. Deciding to not question it, you sink further into her, shutting your eyes and listening to the cadence of Viper’s breathing and the clicks of her typing. You’re lulled into a quiet, dreamless sleep, your mind at ease. 

~~~~~ A/N: thank you for reading <3

[f1nalboys]

Snowed In ; Bo Sinclair x GN!AFAB!Reader

first of many snowed in fics i have planned! hope yall enjoy hehe >:) i havent written for bo in so long

WORD COUNT: 1016

WARNINGS: nsfw, unprotected sex, creampie, implication of more sex, couch sex, oral and fingering (afab receiving), dirty talk, bo calls reader his cump dump lol, breeding kink? kind of, reader and bo are on a much needed vacation, not proofread

“Damn, it’s really comin’ down out there, ain’t it?” Bo asks, peering over your shoulder. You were standing at the kitchen window staring at the snow that had been coming down for the last three hours. “What a fuckin’ vacation,” He mutters under his breath and you nod slightly in agreement.

You had finally convinced Bo that he needed to take a break, that Ambrose wouldn’t fall apart without him, to go on a fucking vacation, and this is what you get in return; a fucking blizzard. “Don’t think we can go home tonight, babe,” You say, calling out to Bo who had returned to his spot on the couch.

“‘Course we can! You think I don’t know how to drive in the snow?”

“Have you ever driven in snow?” Your question is met with silence and then a grunt. “Well, it’s really fucking hard, not to mention dangerous, and that’s when it’s stopped snowing. Driving in a blizzard is a death wish.” You walk back towards him, sitting beside him on the couch. “Staying another night isn’t too bad.”

He looks over at you, a frown on his lips until the expression melts to a soft smile. Bo throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to him. “Guess it aint.” The two of you stay there for a few minutes, chests rising and falling in tune, but eventually Bo’s other hand is on your thigh and squeezing. “I know a way to make it even better, though.”

“You’re a horn dog, y’know that?”

“Yeah,” He replies with the same crooked smile you fell in love with and then he’s on you, kissing you hard and pushing you down until your back is resting on the cushions. His hands were working on your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear without his lips ever leaving yours. His fingers, thick and calloused from work, swipe through your folds, earning a moan from you. “Apparently I ain’t the only one,”

With any other person that comment might have annoyed you but not with Bo. With Bo, those words went straight to your cunt and he knew it. His fingers are circling your clit and he’s kissing your neck, biting down harshly only to soothe it with his tongue. He had you so close already and you're gripping at his wrists tightly.

“S’close,” You whimper and he laughs against your throat. His knee is in between your legs, keeping them spread for him no matter how hard you try to squeeze them shut. His thumb is pressing against your clit harder now, the circles tight and fast, and then he’s shoving two fingers inside you and your cumming so hard and he won’t stop fucking them inside you.

“There you go, honey, so good for me,” He says, the praise dripping from his tongue like honey. His movements slow, finally, and he kisses you softly. “Wanna taste that pretty cunt of yours, okay? Gonna cum all over my face, ain’t that right?”

You nod, barely registering him as he slides down the length of the couch until he flicks his tongue against your clit. “Bo!” Your body jolts and he laughs, the vibrations making you moan. “Fuck me,” You whimper, thighs squeezing tight against Bo’s head. He lets you ride his face, lets you use his mouth like your own personal sex toy. 

Wet obscene noises fill the air and you tangle your hands in his hair, gripping tight and pulling at him. He moves off of your cunt with a moan, moving up and kissing you. It’s sloppy and you can taste yourself on his tongue and it’s perfect. “Please fuck me,”

Those are the magic fucking words to Bo. He stands, pulling his pants and boxers off, settling back in between your legs. “Don’t you worry baby,” He says, swiping his cock through your folds, taking in a sharp breath. “I’m gonna fuck you real good.”

When he thrusts in, both of you moan. “Christ, baby,” He grunts out, setting a steady pace. He’s fucking deep inside you, harsh snaps of his hips jolting you abck each time. “S’tight, like I never fucked you. Squeezin’ the life outta me,” 

The dirty talk flows easily from his mouth while you’re finding it hard to even think straight. Your own fingers are on your clit while he fucks you and he laughs when he notices. “Lookit you! Tryin’ so damn hard to cum on my cock, aren’t ya?” You nod feverishly, eyes squeezed shut, the coil in your stomach tightening. “Want me to fuck you full of my cum ‘till you’re full? Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t ya’? My own personal cum dump.”

The coil finally snaps and you’re calling his name loudly and he fucks you through it, cooing in your ear in between pants. He’s close too but he needs you to beg for it. “Bo, fuck, please cum in me! Please, please, I need it, want you to fill me up,” You beg, staring up at him, your hands coming and grabbing ahold of his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes while he finishes.

“Fuck, I’m-” He stalls inside you, hips flush against your own, and takes a shaky breath. You can feel him fill you and you hum at the feeling. Bo rocks his hips a few times, pulling out and practically collapsing on top of you. “That was good,” He says, looking up at you with a cheeky grin.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” You run your hand through his hair, smiling softly at his face; for the first time since you’ve known him, he finally looks relaxed. “We should fuck in front of the fireplace.”

Bo laughs at this, sitting up on his elbow. “Already ready?” You nod with a grin. “And I’m the horndog,” He stands, grabbing ahold of your hands and pulling you up so you were sitting, pausing to use two of his fingers to shove the cum that had spilled out of your cunt back inside you. “Now, let’s get that fire started.”

[sunflower-gvf]

Middle of the Night

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

SMUT ALERT!! 18+ 

Warnings: pure filth, a little bit of praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, teasing, edging/orgasm denial, some over-stimulation, dirty talk, porn without plot basically, fluff at the end

~Not my gif~

“Oh, fuck!” You breathed out in between moans. His pace was unrelenting and ruthless as his hips met flush with yours once more.

“You like that?” He taunted from above you, sweat beads forming on his skin.

~Half an hour earlier~

You woke up in the middle of the night to something hard pressing against your ass. Harry was unconsciously rocking his hips into your ass, waking you up with his movements. You whined quietly when he pulled you closer as you started to slightly push your hips into his. This went on for another minute or two before you heard him whisper in your ear.

“Y’ like that, angel?” His voice was deep and raspy from just having woken up.

“Yeah,” Was the only thing you could breath out. He shifted behind you and pulled away making you whine.

“Relax, love, I’ll make you feel good, promise.” He said, now hovering over you as your lips finally met. His lips were soft against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip to part them. He pulled away, pupils dilated and lips red and plump in the moonlight. Harry gently pulled off your his t-shirt, the only thing you had on. Looking up at you with lust-blown eyes, he softly took your breast into his mouth, his large hand cupping the other,

“Harry, please, I need you.” You begged, wanting more.

“Where do you need me, angel?” His tone was slightly teasing as he tilted his head.

“Please eat me out, Harry, I want it.” Harry finally gave in, running a finger through your wetness.

“Practically dripping f’me, pet.” His touch was soft, too soft. You held eye contact with him as he brought that same finger to his mouth, sucking off your wetness. While still holding eye contact, he carefully licked the area just above your clit, but not enough to give you the pleasure you so desperately needed.

“Stop teasing, H.” You whined, making him chuckle. He obeyed you, licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. Harry placed wet, open mouthed kisses on and above your clit. You were basically putty in his hands, taking every ounce of pleasure he provided you. He moaned into you when your hands found their way into his hair and gave a sharp pull. You were embarrassingly close after a few minutes of him eating you out like a man starved.

“H, I’m so close, please.” And with that, he pulled away. “What the fuck? I was so close.” You slapped his chest and he gave you a stern look that quickly shut you up.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “‘S gonna feel much better when you’re cumming around my cock, sweetheart.” You almost choked on your own spit at his words. You watched as he sat up and pulled off his shorts and boxers, fuck. This man would be the death of you. He stroked his length for a moment before hovering over you again and running the tip through your folds.

“What do you want?” He questioned even though he knew what you wanted.

“Need you to fuck me, please, H.” He didn’t look very satisfied with your answer.

“Gonna have to do better than that to get what you want, baby.” Another swipe across your clit had you literally dripping onto the sheets.

“Ruin me.” Those two words were all it took because he pushed into you with one movement. You both moaned while you took a second to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, y’pussy is always so fuckin tight, must need t’fuck you more.” His words were strained as he started to move gently.

“I’m fine, please, go faster.” He obeyed you once again, speeding up to a pace that had your brain jumbled.

“Oh my fucking god, Harry.” At this point you were practically yelling, he was making you feel so good. His own moans were like music to your ears, making you even wetter if that was possible. 

“Such a good girl f’me.” The praise had you clenching around him, making his pace slightly falter. 

“Oh, fuck!” You breathed out in between moans. His pace was unrelenting and ruthless as his hips met flush with yours once more.

“You like that?” He taunted from above you, sweat beads forming on his skin. “Can feel you tightening around me, gonna cum?” 

“Yes, please, let me cum!” You begged at the top of your lungs.

“No.” He pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your stomach. He pushed back into you, setting a ruthless pace yet again. “So tight for me, you’re mine.” He practically growled. “Say it.” He demanded.

“I’m yours, fuck,” You gasped when you felt him hit your g-spot. “I’m only yours.” You repeated this like a mantra as he fucked you into oblivion. 

“Harry please, I need to cum!” Tears pooled in your eyes from the denial of your release.

Harry snaked a hand in between your body and the sheets, rubbing fast circles on your clit. “C’mon, be my good girl and cum for me.” He breathed into your ear. Your body practically exploded and your brain stopped functioning, the pleasure coursing through your body like lightning. Even after you had come down from your high, Harry kept chasing his own high.

“It’s too much, I can’t.” The tears that were previously in your eyes finally fell from the over-stimulation. 

“One more, love, cum one more time f’me.” You came on his cock embarrassingly fast, but you didn’t dwell on it because the feeling of him filling you up was enough to send you over the edge a third time. 

You both panted, trying to catch your breath. Slightly wincing as he pulled out of you, Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to get a wet washcloth to clean you up. You whined when the washcloth ran over your clit, body jolting at the over-stimulation. 

“Sorry,” He murmured, tossing the cloth into the hamper near the bed and climbing under the sheets with you. He pulled you close to him, your head on his chest.

“I love you.” Your words slurred together from exhaustion.

“I love you too, angel. Sweet dreams.” 

a/n

im back!!!!! i took a little bit of a hiatus, but unlike one direction, i came back! (lets pretend i didn’t say that bc im still sad about them) 

heres my first harry fic! i decided to start out with smut bc im feeling horny rn 

i havent proof read this yet bc its 2 am and im lazy 

[prettyvampiress96]

The Malfoy Secret

Chapter 1

Sat in her defence against the dark arts class, Anastasia sat at her desk with her head down, her long black hair falling from its place over her shoulder and her feather quill elegantly scrolling notes across the parchment in front of her under the watchful eyes of Professor Lupin. Anastasia was in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts so studying for the N.E.W.T.S were strictly underway. As Head Girl , Anna's free time was extremely limited even the she spent it mentoring some of the younger members of her house. Professor Lupin was currently recapping over a subject they had covered at the beginning of the year when a knock echoed throughout the large room.

" Forgive me for interrupting your lesson Remus but might I borrow Miss Rosier . There's a situation that requires her immediate assistance" Professor McGonagall asked her eyes locking directly to Anastasia's. When Remus nods his head granting Anastasia permission to leave the class. "Miss Rosier you'll want to collect your things class will no doubt have long finished by the time you'll return" McGonagall spoke up once again. Anastasia nodded slightly confused and with a flick of her wand , her belongings were packed and in her possession. " Professor McGonagall ma'am with all due respect may I know what the situation is that requires me to be pulled from my class" Anna questioned the head of Gryffindor house. " It would appear Miss Rosier that a child of whom you are mentoring and as of whom you are known to be close too has been injured by a hippogriff, the extent of the injury I myself am unaware now if you could Madame Pomfrey shall be waiting for you in the infirmary wing. I have to alert Draco's parents" The transfiguration teacher informed . As Anna heard Draco's name she immediately began sprinting to the infirmary wing , the blonde haired boy was indeed close to her . Anastasia burst through the infirmary doors catching sight of Draco in the bed surrounded by other Slytherin's. The Slytherins and the Slytherin head girl stood at Draco's bedside whilst his arm was mended. Anastasia knew this was a lucky escape for Draco , she had no doubt that the Gryffindor trio were in some way involved. They always were. Draco had to stay for observation for a few hours so his friends dispersed to lunch, Anna stayed getting the run down from Draco on what had happened. Anastasia had stood with her back to the large infirmary doors so the pair had yet to notice the set of parents in the doorway observing. " Draco what do I tell you time and time again , if you want to go at war with the Gryffindor's then be smart about it . A snake lies low before it strikes and therefore its prey is unaware and then dead. Take myself for example do you see me all out duelling in the courtyard? no you don't . Even after that Weasley insulted my family I planned ahead and I struck him when he least expected it and I've yet to see Percy on my rounds since. The moral is be smart Draco and don't lose us anymore points or you may find yourself duelling me little Malfoy" Anna joked patting Draco's good shoulder both of them laughing together until the pair heard chuckling behind them. Anastasia eyed the two adults lurking in the doorway , she didnt have to ask who they were to know that these were Draco's parents. After all her family had mentioned the Malfoy family countless of times, although she hadn't expected them to look so breath-taking. The woman hurried at great speed to Draco's bedside Lucius standing right beside her. " Draco my poor baby don't you worry that animal and that sad excuse of a teacher wont be on the grounds once your father is finished with them. Nothing hurts our baby" Narcissa cooed failing to notice the blush spreading across Draco's face. Anastasia giggled at Draco's embarrassment. " Sorry to interrupt Draco but now youre family are here I see you're in good hands so I shall leave you be, but take this" handing Draco a book for transfigurations " I know its not your strongest topic but itll do for now considering your not in class and I'll help with your homework after alright. We need to keep those grades up after all" she offered. Anastasia managed to move two steps before a figure blocked her way. Looking up she found herself looking into the ice blue eyes of Lucius Malfoy himself. " Do forgive me but who exactly are you we know Draco's friends and your face isnt one we are likely to forget is it darling?" The tall blonde questioned his wife. She moved to his side humming in thought. " No Darling I do believe we havent met her I am sure of it" Narcissa assured her husband both of their eyes coming to glance at Anna. " My name is Anastasia Esmeralda Rosier and I am Slytherin Head Girl and Draco's mentor

courtesy of Professor Snape sir " Anastasia spoke clear not allowing the pair to see how intimidated they made her. When Anastasia glanced back towards Draco , he simply shrugged during their interaction. The pair both missed the looks that the elder Malfoys shared with one another.

Draco was released from the infirmary wing in time for dinner that evening and as promised Anna assisted him in anything he didnt quite understand while at the same time revising over all of her N.E.W.T.S that she was set to take in a mere few days. Just over a week later N.E.W.T.S had finished and all students were packing up the dorms ready to spend summer break at home. Many of those students already excited for the next year. Draco Malfoy was one specific student who indeed was not looking forward to returning knowing that Anastasia would now not be returning. Her final year now complete. Anastasia was a nervous wreck now that the time had finally come , the fact that she wouldn't be a student at Hogwarts next year really had begun to sink in . There were plenty of careers she had in her mind . She had already been accepted to work within the Ministry of Magic.. Working was something that also had young Anastasia scared. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't worried, after all her last name is the name of her father therefore would others think she was destined for the same fate despite never stepping a foot out of line. As Anna settled herself into the comfort of her train compartment , she curled up on the plush fabric of the seat and leaned her head against the window , closing her eyes she was thankful for the chance of an empty carriage it happened on rare occasions. Moments later that silence was disturbed by a white headed third year. Ana had half expected Draco's cavalry to file in right behind him but it was just him. The pair just looked out the window unsure of what to say to each other. The train began to slow to a stop signalling they were at kings cross this was it . This was their goodbye. People from all houses began filing out onto the platform 9 and 3/4 .

The white mane of the elusive Lucius Malfoy could be spotted miles away. Anastasia's Aunt had come to meet her despite her not feeling herself. This was her younger brothers only child and the child she raised and treated as her own. Merlin himself wouldn't stop her from missing this. With her luggage in tow Ana had spotted her aunt Amalthea Rosier or aunt Thea as Anna called her and headed directly for her . Anna embraced her Aunt in a large hug. "Auntie you didnt have to meet me here , you should be at home resting, I could have apparated home, but thank you " Anna thanked her aunt tearfully appreciating the effort she had gone through to be there. Thea didn't have a chance to respond as a pair of arms enclosed around her nieces waist, holding her from behind. Anna looked down and turned to see who the culprit was . Staring into the greyish blue eyes of Draco. "I'll miss you Annie. Promise me you'll visit me before I go back to school and we have to stay in touch that's not negotiable I'm afraid and I'm a Malfoy I get what I want" Draco smirked at Anna. " Oh Draco I don't know I was looking forward to no more potter drama or Draco theatrics" she joked back smiling at the boy . Draco looked a tad offended. "Of course I'll keep in touch but let's at least get home first " she laughed , patting Draco on his shoulder . Bowing her head to Draco's parents in a sign of respect. Both families apparated to their respected homes.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Welcome back...

Tartarus was a mess. The world was a mess.

He didn't care. Not one bit. The pain on his forehead was nothing. He had been hitting that door just for someone to finally open his cell for him to get out, as soon as he heard the commotion that was happening on that prison.

He wasn't the same anymore. His pride long forgotten as he could only mutter 'father' in a state of desperation as he saw the chaos and tried to run.

His arms were missing but his legs weren't. So he ran as fast as he could. Leaving the prison as well as a bunch of criminals.

God... now that he knew it how much he fucking ruined his life... He didn't even know if the Shie Hassaikai was still working after his left. Oh who was he kidding..? Pops was in coma as he the supposed sucessor of the yakusa was arrested.

He heard the screams and shouts as he ran. The chaos was established... this was Shigaraki's plan? He didn't know neither could care at the moment.

He walked in a state of shock and traumatized as he started to see the city over a few kilometers away... Tartarus was located 5km away from the mainland and he was a tad bit impressed on how much he could run still after those hellish months he had to endure on that place.

It was the dead of the night, almost midnight he guessed, when he dragged his feet at the desert street. Maybe the city was in a state of lockdown after the prisoners of Tartarus escaped...

No single soul was in that street, walking in a state of misery. He could feel the drop of blood slidding down from the middle of his forehead to his chin... he wanted to at leats wipe it off, but oh with what he would? With the remains of his long lost arms?

He stopped when he recognized the building he once used to live. His eyes widejing as his feet moved before his mind could as he saw that even after months, the walls seemes to be in construction to repare.

He licked his dry lips as he looked at both his sides to ensure none police or hero was nearvy before kicking the door with all his force in desperation.

He stopped dead when the gate opened just a bit to show a gun pointed at his forehead.

"What?" Came a harsh voice as he gulped the thick air stuck on his throat. "What do you want damn freack?!"

"Im... I..." why his voice was horrible and hoarse liek that he didn't know, but he soon got desperate at seing he couldn't even say who the fuck he was.

"Get the fuck out." The old male groaned but Chisaki got his foot in before the man closed the gate, hissing at the sharp pain.

"I'm Chisaki Kai. The adopted son of Pops." He blurted out in panicked pants as the old man eyes widened in horror.

The male opened the gate and reveleaved himself, an old colleague of pops for sure as he checked him form head to toe.

"The one who got arrested? The one that made experiments with my friend's actual granddaughter who is now on care fo heroes?" He asked with venom on his voice as Chisaki felt almost sick to the stomach at hearing but could only nod. "How did you get here? I heard you were locked in Tartarus."

"Tartarus broke down a couple of hours ago... I.. escaped." The male narrowed his eyes at him even more but sighed, opening the gate for him to enter.

"You look like shit. Come in." He swore he almost dropped to his knees at the moment. But tahnks to heavens his legs allowed him to walk enough to enter.

"I have to take you to (L/n)-sama first." He widened his eyes once again as he heard your name being spilled from that man's mouth.

You... you were still here...?

But.. you didn't contacted him. Not even once. Ever since he was arrested he eneber heard of you again.

"Pardon..?" He almost whispered as the male lead him.

"She was your partner, right? (L/n)-sama confirmed that when you were arrested. By our traditions, if the successor or the other boss get arreste don a state of coma." He glared at him whose truly made him want to vomit "The wife or partner of the last boss takes the lead of the said yakusa."

So.. you accepted that..? But he knew you, he knew hwo much you hated his work... why would you-

"Here." He opened the door for him to enter "Take a sit and wait here." He closed the door abruptly making him wince.

The office of Pops... that guy really wanted to torture him. It was almost untouched tha place. Even the couch felt the same as usually would...

He soon perked up when he heard footssteps and standed up the best he could. Almost tripping even.

Pathetic. He was pathetic.

The door opened and he felt his heartbeat stop as appeared, (E/c)'s eyes widening as soon as they saw his figurine standing there... you havent changed a bit. Only for the appearance of someone who has been overworking themselfs to death... face scrunched from nights of crying...

It was a silence and such a tense atmosphere as you both stared at eachother... his eyes burning at seeing you there... he thought he would never see you again...

He saw how you blinked and rubbed your eyes only for you to widen them even more at seing him standing there still.

"K...K-Kai...?" You managed to finally pet out as his heart clenches.

You still called him ny his first name... his true first name.

You stepped closer to him as your hands hovered over his face and widened in horror at finally noticing the missing of his arms...

"What... happened to you? What is this?!" You gestured to both of the rest of his arms and his bruised forehead.

For some reason.. hearing your still concerned tone of voice made him break.. how could you still use that tone of voice with him after what he has done?! After he put his iwn father on coma?! He hadn't heard of you ever since he was arrested and now you were being nice and concerned to him?! Was this some other torture?!

"Kai!" He hadn't notices he had fell into his kness and started to hiperventilate. He could feel your hands on him as you wiped whatever it was falling from his eyes. "Hey! Hey look at me! Kai!"

He wailed. Dropping his face on the crook of your neck. Tears casting down from his eyes like waterfalls as he shouted and sobbed loudly on you. Breath hitching when you hugged his bigger form and brought him closer.

The moment he finally calmed down you parted away from the embrace and helped him up.

"Lets get you clean up, come on." You went to grab his hand but immediately retreading to grab his shoulder.

He could only follow you. Feeling numb and the headache coming from how much he had cried on your arms.

.

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The water was comfortably warm as he finally allowed to drop his shoulders at feeling the water dropping on his body. He was still in his boxers when you helped him up... he didn't even spoke a single word as you touched every part of his body just to help clean himself up since he couldn't even do that. Even surprising himself when you brought him his old clothes.

He couldn't understand... he thought that if you didn't even went to visit him, yomust had to hate him. Despise him for what he had done like everyone else... Luckily he didn't put you on the plans with eru or else the love of his life would be arrested as well.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Your soft voice manifested as he still looked down at the ground from the spot of his old bed.. it was so much comfier than the brick he was forced to.

"... is it because of pity you pushed aside your anger towards me?" His voice was so hoarse and pained himself crunched his face at hearing.

"Pity?" You giggled sadly sitting besides him "Not quite. I-"

"Why then you did all this...? You should had let me die ..." he whispered as your chest clenched at his words.

"Why would i do that with my boyf-"

"Dont. Dont say it. After all I've done you should despise me. Hell, I thought that so after being denied of even a fucking information if you were safe..." he dropped his head befoore hearing a gaso from you.

"What do you mean? I was told by the guards of Tartarus that visits weren't allowed. And I always at least send you a letter, pn your first week when I was denied entry I send you a mask and a letter." You said while arching an eyebrow as he catched what had happened.

"The guards didn't delivered... must have stocked or throw away..." you furrowed your eyebrows but sighed shakily.

Suddenly his breath hitched when you hugged his torso and burried your face against his neck. For the first time he hadn't tensed at sucha coforting touch, but felt warm after so long without it.

"I missed you so much..." you mumbled, wetting his neck with your tears as he clenched his teeth at feeling drops of water falli g from his eyes once again.

"Damn you... I already cried enough didn't I..?" He burried his face in your hair as he allowed to be hugged. For once wishing his arms were back only to pull your body closer to him.

[adorerdraco]

Distractions and O.W.L.S ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: You start neglecting yourself and Draco when you begin stressing for O.W.L.S. The studying finally took its toll on you that landed you in the hospital wing but Draco helps you end the night on a good note. 

Warnings and Perks: being stressed, over studying, fainting ! and corniness

Words: 2K (sorry for any mistakes its 3 AM !!!!!)

A/N: omg i am currently working on some requests and on Healing Heart 4, but i’ve had this scenario stuck in my head all night bc i was listening to a slowed down version of stuff we did from UP and so i thought id share it with everyone since i havent posted in like 2 days <3 do not own gif but pretend that you and Dracoooo <3

It was the beginning of June, weeks away from O.W.L.S, which meant weeks away from another ending of a school year at Hogwarts. What bothered you the most wasn’t the fact that you had homework piled up to the ceilings, or that Snape has been snapping at you all week and took away 5 house points from you, or that you were drowning in a sea of textbooks and notes that you kept studying for your upcoming exams; it was the fact that you had barely seen Draco in nearly two weeks. You were so busy with schoolwork and focused on getting outstanding marks, you hadn’t even realized you were neglecting your own boyfriend. 

Of course, the two of you would find each other in the Great Hall during breakfast and you’d give him a quick hello and goodbye kiss faster than he could even register what was happening and by the time he did, you were already out the door and rushing towards your first class. At this point, you were acting like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, always frantic and in a rush. Your hair was wild and untamed, you had dark bags under your eyes from the all-nighters you were pulling, your robes and clothes underneath were in disarray and wrinkled.

To make it worse, you never let Draco study with you. He constantly asked and you always gave him the same answer.

“If I study with you, I’ll never get anything done.”

Which was true. He was very distracting with his quiet jokes in the library, or when he would look up at you with his sparkling gray eyes when you would try to ask him a question that just flew from your mind at the sight, or smile at you with a wide toothy grin that lit up the room when you got sidetracked and talked to him, or the way he rested his hand on your thigh when he would sit beside you while you quietly read or wrote but the only thing you could focus on was his fiery touch. Really, it wasn’t him who would distract you; it was you who distracted yourself with him. And that was evident when you tried to remember everything you’ve learned in the past school term and came up blank because for some reason your brain only retained information and memories that contained Draco throughout the past year. 

So you figured a little time away from him wouldn’t hurt. Because if you didn’t pass these O.W.L.S, you felt like everyone would be disappointed in you, especially yourself. So you locked yourself away in your dorm and crammed and jam-packed your brain with information until you eventually passed out hunched over a book with drool blurring the ink on your pages. You avoided the library for studying, knowing Draco would go looking for you or Madam Pince would distract you halfway through your note taking to kick you out for the night.

Mornings always came the same, you waking up randomly over your desk a few minutes before breakfast and changing into a new pair of robes as quickly as you could while trying your best to smooth your hair down with your hands. This morning was different, however. You woke up to one of your roommates shaking you violently while she spoke your name loudly above you, but it sounded distant. You shot up in a hot flash, wiping your mouth of any saliva and groaning when you started to feel the pounding in your head that seemed to shake up your whole brain. “Thank Merlin, you’re awake!” Your roommate exclaimed in relief. “You looked dead, honestly. But class is starting in twenty and you’ve missed breakfast.”

“Twenty?” you frown, letting your swelling head fall into your hands. “I don’t want to deal with Snape right now, I feel awful.”

“I’m going to try to say this as nice as possible,” she sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “but it shows.”

“Thanks,” you scowl. You try to get up from your chair but gasp in pain as your muscles cramp at the movement like a rickety old man. 

“Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey,” she suggests, trying to help you up but you shoo her. 

“No, I’m fine,” you rush to interject. “I will not be missing Potions, no.”

She gave you a shrug, backing away in defeat as she let you rush to change into new robes and attempt to brush down the matted mess that’s supposed to be your hair but gave up halfway through and threw it into an updo. The headache was not a good combination with the scalp pain from combing out knots. Your roommate waited for you with pitied eyes, following closely behind you as you hurried out of the room and towards the exit. 

You sped walked out with her but didn’t see the mop of platinum blond that was waiting for you outside the entrance of the common room. You had zero awareness of his presence until his hand had reached out to hold onto your wrist, stopping your near sprint towards the class. Your roommate stopped too, eyeing the two of you and the look on the Slytherin’s face before she continued walking. 

“What? Draco, let go,” you move away from him and he quickly drops your arm. “I’m going to be late.”

You began to walk away from him, but he stepped in front of you, stopping you again.

“Why weren’t you at breakfast?”

“I overslept,” you answered gruffly. “Now, move! If I’m late, Snape will have my head on a stick.”

“Y/N, you need to slow down,” he frowns, “all this studying and rushing around everywhere is going to land you in the hospital wing. You look sick already, I’m worried.”

“I’m not sick!” You huff, throwing your head back in irritation. “If you really cared about me, you’d let me go to class instead of insulting me.”

“I’m not insulting you. Am I so terrible to tell you that you look like you’re about to pass out any second?”

“Yes, you are terrible,” you sneer, the pounding in your head was getting stronger each passing second. “Instead of-”

Your train of thought was violently stopped in its angry tracks, you stumble back and begin blinking hard at the spots that quickly started to dot your vision. Your hand instinctively reached out towards Draco, which he grabbed and hurriedly darted forward towards you, gripping onto you before you could meet the ground, your vision going black and your consciousness out the door.

Draco felt himself begin to panic. He promptly began to feel guilty, feeling like it was his fault that you even fainted in the first place because of the argument he had accidentally started.

He gathered you up in his arms, one arm sliding under your knees and the other under your neck as he swiftly picked you up and began his frantic journey towards the hospital wing.

When he got you to Madam Pomfrey, she instructed him to set you down on one of the beds and kicked him out of the room while she started her treatment. His heart was beating so fast, he wanted nothing more than to stay by your side so he halfheartedly threatened her with his father and she ended up letting him stay with a deep sigh while he stood idly by your bed. When Madam Pomfrey was done, she left the two of you alone. Draco wasted no time in sitting at the foot of your bed, his hand finding its way into your cold one that laid limply beside you. He watched your sleeping figure with a relief as he noticed that whatever Pomfrey gave you had speedily began to affect you. Your skin no longer looked ghastly and dull, but healthy again and tinged with pink. The dark circles underneath your eyes had faded just a little bit, leaving only slight bags as you finally slept. 

He waited maybe 12 hours for you to wake up. After missing his first class, he had decided to go to the rest of his classes as Madam Pomfrey swore to him up and down that you would not wake up any earlier. He begrudgingly obliged and skipped all his meals instead to spend his short free time with you. When his final class ended, he almost ran back to the hospital wing. He occupied the rest of his time with a book he had found thrown somewhere around the room. The book was long forgotten the second he felt your hand twitch and your body begin to stir, your tired e/c’s looking around the room in confusion before landing on him. He scooted himself closer to you, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you with pure concern. It was the same look he had when he confronted you earlier and with that one look, you were able to recall everything that had happened before your collapse.

“I’m sorry I said you’re terrible,” you croak out sadly, your hand wrapping around his wrist and squeezing it gently.

“I’m sorry I made you faint,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

“That was my own fault,” you chortle, “but I feel really good. I know I fainted and all, but I feel much better with whatever Madam Pomfrey gave me.”

“I can tell,” he smiles, moving himself a little back as you sat up with a newfound strength. “She said you can leave when you wake up.”

“Good, now help me out of this bed.”

Draco took your hand and you hopped out of bed excitedly, turning towards him and giving him a tight hug that he returned twice as hard.

“If you’re not too tired, can I show you something?” He asks from above you, his arms still wrapped strongly around you.

“Yes, please,” you answer with a nod against his chest.

Draco steps away from you before taking your hand and walking the two of you out of the hospital wing and towards the stairs that led to the astronomy tower. When you reached the top, huffing, and puffing, he asked you again if you were okay to which you answered with an eager nod.

"Tonight is a blood moon,” he smiles, pointing up towards the very large orange and reddish moon in the starry night sky. It shone brightly but still gave off little light in its wake, the astronomy tower was almost dark, but you still managed to see the blond perfectly, he was watching you with a happy and loving glint in his eyes that you were able to notice. “I was planning on asking you to see it with me tonight, but we kind of ended up elsewhere.”

You threw yourself into his arms, your face buried deep in his robes and the heat radiating off his chest warmed you up in the comfiest way.

“You’re the best, Dray,” you mumble into the cloth of his robes, the clothing vibrating underneath you as he chuckled. You pulled away and gazed up at him, smiling when he placed a kiss on your forehead.

The two of you unknowingly began to sway back in forth in each other’s arms, his hands resting on your lower back while yours were looped loosely around the back of his neck.

“You scared me today,” he begins quietly, “and every day since you’ve started your studying.”

“I know,” you frown, “I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you’ll stop overworking yourself,” he says softly. “I know you’re scared you’ll fail, but I promise you won’t. You’re one of the smartest people I know and I know you’ll get outstanding marks on everything.”

“You think so?” you ask hopefully, your eyes trained on the burnt orange moon as you took in his words.

“I know so.”

A few more minutes of silence pass by, your head now leaning against his chest as the two of you still danced silently. And as if he read your mind, Draco began humming a soft and off-pitch rendition of Claire de Lune. You would laugh every time he forgot a note and would go silent for a moment before backtracking and humming it correctly.

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed up there dancing slowly in each other’s arms with Draco trying his best to hum the top classics of the classical’s, his lips finding yours every now and then to kiss you longingly and tenderly, but one thing was for sure; it was bliss. 

Maybe distracting yourself with Draco wasn’t such a bad thing.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Secrets Within

Gif credit @multi-goodness.

Requested on wattpad.

Hope you all enjoy.

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Warning:Kidnapping of a agent. Mentioned of killing in front a child. Murder.

"Sergeant Hank Voight"? You knocked on the door of his office, getting his attention.

"Detective Y/L/N, come in". He waved you in and you closed the door.

"Its a pleasure meeting you, Sergeant Voight".

"It's a pleasure meeting you as well. I've heard alot about you".

"Great things, I hope"?

"Very much. Your old boss said you were the star pupil of your department".

"I dont know about that. I just like helping people and getting to take down the bad guys". You laughed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Then you'll fit in perfect here. Lets go meet the others and we'll get started". He opened the door and let you go out first.

"You can take the desk in front of Halstead. Get comfy". Voight chuckled.

"Alright, listen up. We have a new addition to the until. This is detective Y/N Y/L/N. She's Jay's new partner". Voight looked at Jay, who was sipping his coffee.

"Oh. Hi. I'm Jay". He held out your hand and you gladly shook it.

"Nice to meet you. Cant wait to work with you". You smiled.

"Great. Now that we're all introduced. Let's get to work. Antonio, you wanna tell us about this case"? Hank asked, sitting on the edge of Jay's desk.

"Cole Dickens. He is a known serial killer that escaped from upstate about two weeks ago. He was spotted in Chicago a few hours ago at the train station. But when the cops went to apprehend him, he shot one and ran. Disappeared. The security cameras caught him getting into a cab. We've contacted the cab company and found out where he was dropped. Theres a patrol car sitting on the house".

"Why dont we move in and grab him up"? You asked, getting looks from the others.

"We're not moving in until we can confirm he's in there. The house could be rigged. Not losing another body to him". Voight ordered.

You nodded with a gulp. "I'll be right back". You held up your phone and went into the breakroom.

"He's here". You told the voice on the other end. The phone started to shake in your hand.

"Leave. Get out now". They told you and you ended the phone call. Opening the door, the team looked at you with betrayal.

"First day and you lied". Voight sounded hurt.

"I had too. If I would've told it could put you all in danger".

"But you're FBI. You're untouchable". Adam spoke up from the back.

"No one is untouchable when it comes to Dickens. He had my partner, murdered him in front of his family. His two year old daughter saw his throat being cut. I'm supposed to testify against him next month but when he escaped I was sent here. But he's here I need to leave".

"You could've just told us. We would've protected you". Jay said coming over to you.

"I couldnt tell you. I'm not even supposed to be discussing the case with anyone, let alone working it".

"Alright, this is what's going to happen. Jay, you're to take Y/N home with you and watch over her. Antonio, take Kim and go to the house. I'll be there in a minute. Kevin, Adam you two go watch over Jay's place". Voight gave his orders and they all listened without hesitation.

"Come on and I'll get you home". Jay said as he grabbed his gun from the desk drawer.

"I have to grab my bag from the locker room". You told Jay as you ran off to the locker room.

Opening the locker room door, you went straight to your locker and grabbed your bag. Closing the door you felt a hand go over you mouth and a sickening smell and it all went black.

"Jay, why havent you left yet"? Hank came out of his office, putting his gun in his holster.

"Waiting on Y/N, shes getting her bag from the locker room".

"Have you checked on her"? Voight shook his head and they both took off to the locker room. There was scuff marks on the floor from your shoes. Your bag on the ground.

"You had one job, Halstead". Voight growled and ran outside to see if they could catch up with you and your kidnappers.

When they got outside they didn't see any vehicle out of the ordinary.

"Put a APB out. A FBI kidnapped with a known serial killer. Damn it". Hank ordered Jay.

Jay panicked and grabbed his phone. This was all his fault.

"Agent Y/L/N? Wakey wakey"? You could hear a voice shaking you. Something wet dripping down your face.

"Where am I"? You groaned, your head spinning.

"You're just hanging out with a old pal". He laughed.

"Why are you doing this? You know every cop is looking for you in Chicago". You blinked your eyes the man coming clearer and clearer.

"But they arent the ones I want to see. Now, Agent Y/L/N or should I call you detective"?

"Just tell me what you want or just kill me".

"No. That's giving into early. I want to make you suffer. You should have kept your big mouth shut and nothing would have happened to you".

"You killed my partner in front of his family. You've murdered dozens of people. You should be in a chair right now getting thousands of volts passed through your body". You screamed at him. He stood back and laughed.

"Now that wasnt so nice".

"Untie me and I'll show you nice". You gritted your teeth .

"Feisty. I like it. Show me what you got". He pulled out a knife and cut the rope. You rubbed your wrist as he twirled around the building.

Gulping you ran after him, jumping onto his back and wrapping your arm around his throat. Squeezing tight.

He roughly bent over and threw you to the floor, letting out a cough.

You hit the ground with a thump, knocking the breath out of you. Took you a minute to breath and get back to your feet. Then you went after him again and kneed him in the groin. He stumbled back and drew his knife.

"I'll going to do what I should've done a long time ago". He charged at you and the gunshots rang out. He stopped dead in his tracks and fell to the ground.

"Are you okay"? Jay came rushing to your side. Looking you over.

"I'm fine. How did you find me"?

"We got the FBI to track your phone. Which lead us here". Voight came over.

"Great timing". You laughed.

"Let's get you checked over. Your captain is on his way".

After you were checked over by the Paramedic, you had a talk with your boss. He had a hard question for you.

"Come back to work with me".

You looked at the team that had your back when they didn't know you and you betrayed their trust. They cared for you and protected you. Then you looked at your boss, he's been there but always had excuses. He sent you away.

"I think I'm going to stay, sir".

"There will always be a job waiting for you if this doesnt work out". He shook your hand and left. Jay saw and came over.

"You alright"?

"Yeah. Just some scrapes and bruises. Nothing a hot shower and a good nights sleep cant take care of". You chuckled.

"So you leaving"? Jay asked biting his lip.

"No. I'm staying.  Going to give Chicago a try. See what kind of trouble I can get into". Jay laughed.

"Good. So um, you wanna go get some coffee? I can show you some nice places for rent".

"Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks". You smiled and walked with Jay to his car. Maybe having a serial killer follow you wasnt such a bad thing after all.

[youryanderedaddy]

1/2(to not give away everything, is it possible to only show part of this?)Darling, who was originally happy and in a relationship with hero, kidnapped by yandere villain. they think about and miss hero, but slow burn Stockholm syndrome, darling eventually hating their 'ex'. meanwhile hero has been missing them for months, desperately working to find them, always worried for them, their feelings havent changed.

                  The villain series I

Tw: kidnapping, obsessive behavior, mention of threats, slight violence (at the end)

Part 2

 It had been weeks, or perhaps even months - you couldn't be sure. You were trapped in a small dark room, always too warm for your liking. The chains never left your bruised wrists and you didn't sleep much - maybe that's why you were so confused all the time.

 When you first opened your eyes at the new, unfamiliar place, the pair of bright red eyes was the only greeting you got. You knew the man and the realisation sank through your bones until it felt hard to move or even breath. He was a wanted criminal, a villain. And even worse - he was your lover's biggest enemy, a man he had despised from the very beginning. You always wondered whether this was just another game of his where you served as both a target and a prize.

 “If you are doing this in order to mess with Cedric, you need a better plan.” You had told your captor during on of the early days, when he stayed quiet most of the time, simply staring at you for hours on end. It was so confusing you almost wished he would threaten you instead to break the painful vibrant silence. “He would never come to save me anyways.” You lied through gritted teeth while trying to sound heartbroken, yet convincing. If you weren’t psychically and emotionally drained, you might have even weeped a few tears for a dramatic effect. But deep down you knew that the hero would never abandon you as he was the sweetest, kindest person in your life, who you could picture spending a lifetime with. There wasn’t a source of information in the underground basement but one quick glance across the newspaper on the table was enough to assure you that Cedric was constantly looking for you. Of course he was - you were a happy couple, highschool sweethearts at that, always together, always in love. Or you used to be, before a certain homicidal maniac decided to snatch you away from your perfect little life.

"Darling." The villain had spoken up for the first time in a while. His voice was smooth like honey, yet there was something dark and heavy underneath it all. "I didn't take you away as a revenge." The man smiled coldly, the red in his eyes lively as blood itself. He moved closer to you, inches from your restrained shivering body. "I can crush your dearest boyfriend any time. I don't need you for that." He continued spilling poison, slowly reaching to touch your cheek, wiping a stubborn tear falling down, ruining your stoic facade. "I just want you to love me." Gambit added after the dramatic pause, cupping your face with his big strong hands. You squirmed in shock, trying to distance yourself, but the rope only bit deeper into your skin, burning it. The villain was looking in your eyes in attempt to figure out your thoughts but to no avail. If he could read your mind, you might not have survived any longer as you were already planing how to kill him in the most painful torturous way possible.

"You are crazy." You spat at the criminal, staring at him with all the hatred you were capable to convey. "Why me?" You asked seriously, gritting your teeth in anger. The man couldn't simply kidnap you just to confess his love, right? Something didn't add up.

"You saved me." He whispered so quietly you almost thought you had imagined it. Gambit was stroking your hair softly now and running his fingers through the feverish skin of your neck as if he wasn't the person who had tried to destroy your city countless times. As if he deserved to hold you in his sinful bloody arms. "Back when I was just a boy I got involved with a local gang. I stole some money from them but my partner never showed up with the car so I was basically screwed." The man laughed bitterly at the memory, grinning with malice. "They beat me to a pulp and left me to die like a dog - right there on the fucking street. At that time I really thought that was the end." He smiled warmly at you. "Until an angel showed up. She was shining so brightly, ready to lead me to my demise. So imagine my surprise when she cleaned up my wounds and nurtured me back to life like a real saint. "

It was a distant, vivid memory to you. A scene from your past that you were trying to forget. You had been so scared back then, wanting nothing more than to escape right from the spot when the fight had started. But the more human part of you wouldn't let you take another step without checking on the helpless person laying on the street on the verge of death. The picture filled you with so much pity it still haunted you to this day. But you'd never guess that the weak defeated boy you had helped that day would turn out to be one of the greatest threat to your peaceful society later on.

"It doesn't matter." You cut the criminal off before he could finish the story. There was no point in letting him ramble happily when you were still tied up and away from everyone you cared about. "I would have saved anyone in such a position." You cleared your throat, summoning the coldest, cruelest voice you possessed. "I can't return your feelings, Gambit. Not only because I love Cedric, but because I genuinely despise you and all your evil deeds." You finished the sentence, smirking victoriously at the sour expression of the villain. You might suffer for your insolence but you will be damned if it wasn't worth it just to see him heartbroken for once.

"I understand, darling." The man replied, too calm and collected for your liking. His pupils had dilated, now looking more like two warning signs rather than the eyes of a human being. "Society has brainwashed you into painting me as the bad guy. It's not your fault." He cooed at you, kissing your red cheeks, wet and salty with tears you wish you hadn't spilled. Not that you had a choice when the panic and sadness were so overwhelming and heavy. In the next moment Gambit wrapped his hand around your throat, giving a small squeeze. "I just need to break you. You can see things my way only through pain." He pressed harder on the sensitive skin and you knew that it would form an ugly scarlet bruise in no time. "And I am more than happy to provide it, darling."

[fandom-blackhole]

Sinful Sunday

AN: just a quick note saying sorry this is later than usual, and that i wrote all of these after getting pissed off at my internet lmao. But seriously it took me an hour to write and format the ship I answered because of my internet being shit. I am going to get back to answering ships later, I just got frustrated, sorry...

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Subby!Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader

Din Djarin x Reader

We got some sexy sub Din thots this week babes....

So for this thot I don't really have much other than the act itself. So imagine sitting propped up against the headboard of a bed completely naked with Din sitting across from you fully clothed sand armor, and erection straining and tenting the front of his flight suit. The 'game' is that while you touch yourself, however you want, and Din has to watch the entire time only allowed to touch himself over his clothes and he's not able to cum. If he does cum before your finished he doesn't get to touch you, but if he doesn't cum then he gets to have his way with you anyway he would like. You start slow with your touches, making sure that he has a clear view of everything you are doing. Teasing your nipples until the are hard and gasping out slightly. Slowly trailing your hand down your stomach, loving how Din's helmet is following its slow movements. When you push a single finger inside of you, thats when you hear Din give a slight groan, as he can see just how wet you were.  Then you added a second finger before you start pushing them in and out of slowly, making sure to take your time, wanting to draw this out as much as possible. Then you move your slick fingers to circle around you clit as you throw your head back and moan out Din's name. You keep the slow circling, teasing yourself as Din watches keeping your lips parted so Din could watch as your walls clenched around nothing. Then you heard leather pressing against fabric and when you look up, eyes halflidded from pleasure, and you 'meet' Din's eyes as he watches your face you grown and buck into your finger tips as your finger brushes over your swollen clit. Then you hear his whispering as his hand rubs and squeezes himself over his pants, "ple-ease, fuck, fuuuck sweet gi-irl, please please pleasepleaseplease...." Watching his hand you can't help but to speed up your movements whimpering and moaning. As you got closer and closer to your peak you started talking, no filter, just whatever came to mind, "Din, oh fuck, Din, you want to fuck me? Yeah baby, you want to pound this wet pussy? All wet and tight for you? Oh fuuckkk, Din, oh maker, it feels so good.....but not as good as you, your fingers, your cock, fuck your mouth.....oh kriff, I am gonna cum, oh maker im gonna-" And as you cum your eyes roll back as your body tenses and you moan out Din's name. By the time you come too, still breathing heavily, you just find Din staring at your hand that is still buried between your folds, his shoulders slumped, and his hand clutching a much less pronounced tent in his pants that now had a sizable wet spot. When Din finally lifts his head to look you in the eye, you just give him a fake pout and tell him, "Oh, baby, I wanted you to fuck me senseless, but I guess thats not happening now. Come on let's go get cleaned up so we can go to bed."

Boba Fett x Reader

Soooo this is a combined THOT from @fuckyeahbeskar and I, though most credit goes to her. But we were talking about how sexy Boba and Paz's bellies were and while I was just thinking about leaving kisses and hickies all over them, Kate had the glorious idea of riding their bellies and I havent stopped thinking about it since, especially for Boba...

So I imagine it all starts with the two of you kissing and slowly getting more and more passionate as the two of you undress eachother. Once you're both naked you pull back to just take in the sexy beauty that is Boba Fett when the idea pops into your mind as you glanced at his big belly. Well your gaze must have lingered there long enough for Boba to notice, because the next thing you knew Boba was lifting your chin up with a finger and asking, "What is it princess? What is that little mind of yours thinking?" Biting your lip you tried to turn away from his gaze but he holds your face there and pulls the lip from your teeth saying, "I asked you a question princess, and don't make me repeat it." So you just nod shyly and whisper, "I want.....I want to, um, can I... can I ride your belly?" Boba pauses for a second and takes in your face before saying, "Is that what you want princess? Do you want to make a mess all over my stomach?" Your eyes dilated when he says it, and you let out a breathless, yes. Then before you know it Boba is laying falt on his back and is holding the backs of your thighs as you are straddling his lower stomach. Shyly you rub yourself slowly against him for a few seconds, before your clit catches over one of his bigger scars and you moan out a broken "Boba." Immediately you feel his finger tips dig into your thighs, as he started to guide your movements more watching as your moaned and whimpered while leaving wet trails all over his stomach. You could feel yourself slowly working higher and higher, but with each pass that you didn't reach your peak, Boba seemed to get more impatient. Then suddenly before you could even gasp, Boba bucked you up high enough to slide between your legs and by the time you hips came down they made contact with his mouth, where he wasted no time in grabbing your hips and latching his mouth onto your clit. It took no time at all for you to be screaming Boba's name as he thrust his tongue in and out of you and rubbed your clit with his nose as you came hard all over his face. You fell to the side with a groan when his licks and and sucking became to much. After you caught your breath, Boba turned his head to look at you before he said, "Princess, look at the mess you made, Come clean it up so I can fuck you senseless like I have been planning all day."