#i need to go have a shower do i can cry violently

[bluebellhairpin]

Drew a little yesterday but then remembered I can't draw. Chose to write instead but soon remembered I can't write either.

[platinum-horizons]

4

edit: 4 was NOT supposed to be there i dont know how it happened

Like I know we all love making ADHD seem cool but like, don't forget it's actually a disability? My ADHD is bad enough I've nearly been evicted for forgetting to mail the rent check to the property manager, I've forgotten to pay the utility bills and had my water or power get turned off or had to pay fines bcs I missed a credit card payment. Once I was supposed to cat sit for a friend and I lost the house key she gave me but didn't realize until she was already out of town, and she had to call the apartment office to get someone to give me the spare so her cats would have food for the week. When I'm unmedicated I can't even get myself to shower half the time, forget eating or cleaning. Before I started living with my fiance I'd just like, not eat for days because I didn't have anyone to remind me to eat or go buy me food. I've forgotten to turn the stove off so many times and ruined kettles and tbh been DAMN fucking lucky the house didn't burn down. I've done stupid, impulsive shit that's nearly gotten me KILLED. I can't remember to close the shower curtain reliably even through my fiance points out every single time I forget, and he's almost out of soap rn bcs for the last MONTH neither of us have been able to remember to order more once we get out of the shower.

I've had such bad memory my entire life that to this day someone suggesting I forgot something because I simply didn't care enough is a legitimate trigger that, in the worst cases, makes me have a breakdown.

I get that for some of you this is just something that makes studying hard or you forget to take a pee break when you're playing Minecraft or whatever, that's still a valid struggle and you do deserve help and understanding, but like, ADHD is a disability. It's disabling. It's not impossible to improve and learn coping skills, meds help a lot, there are great accommodations out there(LIKE CLEANING SERVICES), but not every case of ADHD is the same, and a lot of them are pretty ugly ngl, and just because you managed to do something doesn't mean someone else is gonna be able to manage it too, or that they're being lazy for struggling. And that obviously doesn't mean ADHD people have a free pass to never work on themselves and make everyone cater to their every need or whatever, but we do deserve some understanding when we explain that our disability is actually disabling in ways that aren't palatable to you. So like, idk, maybe don't immediately recoil in horror when you find out that someone with ADHD can't keep their house clean. And for fucks sake don't ridicule them for it.

[harryslittlefreakk]

obsessed

summary: harry is your roommate, best friend … and crush 💃 he’s finally broken up with his girlfriend and you’re struggling to hide how you feel about him. loosely based on the song!!

warnings: none! fluffy fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst, mentions nudity

wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: i am a loud & proud olivia rodrigo stan sooo naturally i had to write something. it’s silly and cheesy and short! but i hope you enjoy!!

you can find my masterlist here and join my taglist here!! happy reading my loves 💖

“Guess who I saw today?”

“Who?” You didn’t even need to look up from your book to know Harry was about to throw himself down on the end of your bed, his coat and shoes still on. Every time you got home before him he’d bound into your room like a little labrador, too excited to see you to even drop his stuff down first.

“No, you have to guess.”

“Could’ve been anyone, H,” you told him, feigning reluctance as you closed your book and looked up at him. The second you heard his key rattling in the door you’d wait for the sound of your door bursting open, the butterflies in your stomach coming to life. But you’d never let him know that, so every day you’d pretend it was an annoyance to have him perched at your feet.

“Think of someone you really don’t like,” he persisted, a toothy grin nestled between his dimpled cheeks.

“Literally could be anyone.”

“Come on! Blonde hair, tall, pretty…”

Of fucking course. His stupid, evil, awful ex girlfriend. And naturally, the only way you could react to hearing about her was to reach over and shove him before crossing your arms over your chest. “Ow! What was that for?” Harry laughed, rubbing at his upper arm.

“I was having such a nice day. And then you have to come in and mention that.” It was massively childish, but you couldn’t help but feel violent every time you heard about her. She was fine for the most part, maybe a little too conceited for your taste, but she’d made Harry happy. But you’d watched from the outside as Harry went through relationships, and he always morphed into whatever version of himself he thought the girl would prefer. He stopped being your Harry, and your friendship would suffer for it. But you couldn’t say anything, could never treat his girlfriends with anything but a polite smile and quick conversation, unless you wanted to out yourself as a jealous little girl. And you definitely didn’t want to do that.

This time, however, the ability to hate her had been handed to you on a silver platter when she decided to go home with one of Harry’s friends on a night out. You were his shoulder to cry on, the one to make him smile again after days of moping around. So you had full permission to hate her, and you were relishing in it - as much as you could while still tiptoeing around Harry’s aching heart.

“She wants to meet for a coffee this week,” he told you, scrunching his eyes tight as he waited for another shove. When nothing came, he squinted over to see you rubbing at your temples. “Are you gonna?” you asked, brows furrowed as you imagined the two of them back together.

“Am I allowed?” Harry teased, turning round to lay on top of you, his face only inches from yours. “You’re a grown man, H. Couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to,” you told him, your voice void of any emotion.

“Dunno if it’s a good idea. She might find me too irresistible and then I’ll have to deal with that,” he grinned, not noticing the change in your face. You looked down as you felt your lip start to quiver, too proud to show how your heart sank. “I need to shower, H. Dinner after?” you asked, slipping out from under him and dragging your heavy limbs towards the door. He looked over at you with round, questioning eyes, only to be met by silence and a weak smile as you headed for the bathroom.

You barely got the door shut behind you before the tears came, hot and heavy drops rolling down your cheeks. You knew you couldn’t have Harry, but every minute spent with him had your heart breaking over and over again. Every little cuddle, every touch, lit you up with a fire that burned to the bones. But then you’d see the way he acts with a girlfriend, the way he loved someone, and all those moments you shared seemed silly and infantile. He was your best friend, nothing more and nothing less.

You sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as the sobs wracked your body. You’d tried so hard to push away the feelings, to convince yourself that you were just confused and overwhelmed. He’s a friend, he’s a friend, he’s a friend, echoing around your mind. But deep down, you knew that no one could ever compare to Harry. He was yours, the only one to ever steal a piece of your heart.

“Y/n? M’coming in.” You froze as Harry’s voice came from the other side of the door, clamping a hand over your mouth to hold the sobs in. “I’m naked,” you called out, scrambling to your feet and wiping away your tears with your sleeve. But he opened the door anyway, stopping in the doorway when he saw your tear-stained face. “Didn’t even turn the shower on yet,” he muttered, glancing over at it.

“Why’re you crying?”

“M’not,” you whispered, choking out a giant sob as you turned your face away from Harry, sinking down onto the edge of the bath.

“Quite clearly are. Move,” he ordered, swatting you away before reaching to turn on the taps.

“What are you-”

“If you’re sad, I’m sad. And I like having a bath when I’m sad,” Harry shrugged, turning around to grab one of your bath bombs.

“I was gonna shower, you can’t-”, between the sobs, your confusion and the need for Harry not to know why you were crying, you could barely string a sentence together.

And when Harry pulled off his t-shirt, you were even more lost for words, left with your mouth gaping and only air coming out. “Joining me?” he asked, tipping too much bubble bath into the steamy water - something you’d have to scold him for later.

“I’m not getting in with you,” you told him, once you’d finally got a grip on your brain.

“Just get under the bubbles. And you can close your eyes when I get in.”

“No way.” You hugged your arms over your chest, drawing your swollen bottom lip into your mouth as you watched a shirtless Harry mix the bubble bath into the water. The way his muscles flexed, the tattoos littered across his tanned, slender frame. His skin always looked perfect, not Barbie doll smooth but irresistibly soft. Your fingers took on a mind of their own, slowly reaching out to touch him before he turned around with a smug grin. “Fine, go away then while I have my nice relaxing bath.”

“I want a bath,” you whispered, barely audible over the running water splashing into the tub. “What was that, angel?” Harry grinned, moving his towel onto the toilet seat. “I want a bath,” you told him, louder now, a tiny smile dancing on your lips.

Harry grabbed a hold of one of your hands, tugging you closer to the bathtub. He turned you around before pulling your t-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your little pyjama shorts. Just the brush of his fingertips against your bare torso sent chills down your spine. “M’not looking. Tell me when you’re in,” Harry told you, dropping your t-shirt to his feet.

You pushed your pyjama shorts and panties down your legs, checking behind you to see if Harry really wasn’t watching. True to his word, he had his eyes scrunched tight and his hand clenched over them. You’d seen each other in bathing suits and underwear so many times before, but being naked in the same room as Harry felt beyond weird. You’d never been overly shy about your body, especially with someone who made you feel as pretty and as comfortable as Harry did, but this would add a whole new layer to your friendship - and you didn’t know if you’d survive it. Still, you sunk into the bathtub and pulled the mass of bubbles to your end, trying to keep your breasts under the water before you told Harry he can look. “It’s really hard to make bubbles stay put, H,” you told him, screwing up your face as you tried to hold them steady.

He was laughing as he pulled his trousers and socks off, great big guffaws tumbling out every time the bubbles tried to escape your grip. “Want me to turn the lights down a bit? Then it’s harder to see,” he shrugged, nodding towards the light switch. You nodded, grateful that he cared enough to make sure you were 100% comfortable. It was one of the things that first drew you to Harry, and definitely what you valued most about him. He was always so kind, always caring, so willing to put anyone’s needs above his own - and that’s why relationships always changed him.

“Close your eyes then,” he said, mockingly holding two hands in front of his bulge. You rolled your eyes, finally starting to lighten up as the hot water washed over you. When Harry reached out to swat at your nose, you closed your eyes tight. You felt him stepping into the bathtub after a minute, his long legs slotting down your left-hand side.

“Hi,” he smiled when you opened your eyes. “Gonna tell me what upset you now?”

“It’s really not a big deal,” you told him, your voice small.

“It is if it made you that upset,” Harry countered, placing a gentle hand on your calf, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin.

You paused for a moment, trying to think of what you wanted to say and how to say it. “It just- she doesn’t deserve you, H. Anyone who hurts you like that doesn’t deserve any of your time and respect.” Your eyes dropped to the water as you spoke, your body frozen. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but as soon as he did, you needed to say more. “You were really sad, Harry. It sucked for you and it sucked for me too because I don’t like seeing you like that. I’ll always be there for you, you know that, but I can’t just sit and wait for her to hurt you like that again. Not when you know she’s capable of it.”

You watched the smaller bubbles popping one by one by one, suddenly anxious in the silence that followed your speech. You hated going against Harry, putting your two cents into something that really didn’t concern you, but sometimes he needed to hear it.

“I know,” he replied finally. “But do you think that because you don’t like her?”

“Harry, no! I don’t like her because she did that to you.”

“You were never her biggest fan,” he shrugged, his brows knitted when you finally pulled your eyes up to meet his.

“She changed you, H. You were different with her, less you. Everything is so surface level with her, it’s looks and Instagram likes and who’s got trouble with who. There’s no substance, nothing deeper.”

Harry’s thumb halted as he shook his head, his jaw clenching slightly. “It doesn’t always have to be deeper,” he sighed, rubbing at his chin with his free hand.

“I know it’s not my place but you need someone who brings out the best in you, you need-”

A bitter laugh from Harry stopped you in your tracks, your mouth snapping closed as a chuckle slipped out of his. He met your questioning gaze with a tiny smirk. “She always used to say you were jealous of her.”

You could feel the tears collect on your bottom eyelashes again as he said it, the words stinging like barbed wire sinking into your skin. How could you even respond? “Harry-” was all you could manage before your mouth ran dry.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, y/n,” he told you, his voice soft as he reached out for your hand. “Come here,” he whispered, tugging at your fingertips. “I’m- we-” you started, gesturing between your bare bodies with your free hand, eyes practically bulging out of your head. “Doesn’t matter,” Harry said, motioning for you to turn around.

Somewhat reluctantly, you did, leaning back into his body until your back hit your chest. You were exposed in every sense, your chest sitting just above the waterline and your heart on your sleeve. Harry wrapped an arm around your torso, his delicate touch careful not to go anywhere it shouldn’t.

“Truth is I probably need someone like you. Only one to make me happy on a shitty day, only one who gives me any effort,” he murmured, his voice so low that if he wasn’t speaking directly into your ear, you wouldn’t have heard him. Your heart quickened as he spoke, your pulse pounding against your inner wrists. “I’m not- I don’t have anything that she-” you choked out.

“S’a good thing, no?” Harry asked, turning his head just slightly until his lips brushed tentatively against your earlobe. “No, Harry. You need more, you need-”

“You,” he finished for you. “Just say the word and I’m yours, angel.”

It was like someone had handed you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter, all you had to do was reach out and take it. But it wasn’t that easy. If anything went south, you risked losing Harry forever. You shuffled back out of his grip, turning to sit in front of him, perched on your knees. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care about him seeing your body, your words willing themselves from your lips. “If anything went wrong Harry, I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, blinking to keep the tears at bay.

“What would go wrong? We know we get along, we have the same traits and the same values. We’re already doing life together,” he reached out a hand to cup your cheek as he spoke, his eyes laced with nothing but earnestness.

“I don’t want to be your consolation prize.”

“Never. Never ever, I swear. I thought about it for a while but it never really clicked until now.”

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Harry spoke, desperately needing to figure out if it was all a dream. The sensation of his touch, the sound of his voice, the gentle heat of the water – it all felt too real to be a dream. But a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that this moment was too perfect, too surreal to be true. You hesitated, unsure if you should dare to believe in the fairytale unfolding between the two of you.

As if he could see the cogs turning in your head, Harry dropped his hand from your cheek, entwining your fingers in yours instead. He squeezed lightly, the corners of his lips turning up into a little smile. "I'm here, y/n," he whispered. "This is real, promise." His words were a lifeline in the sea of doubt that threatened to consume you. Even if it was a dream, it was a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

“It’s all I ever wanted,” you confessed, allowing yourself to give into the fantasy for at least a little while. You fought the urge to search for the hidden cameras, check the date to make sure it wasn’t an April Fools prank. Harry was a goof, but you were a thousand percent sure he wouldn’t play with your feelings like that.

“Just say the word,” he repeated, his husky voice laced with sincerity and longing.

“I want this,” you whispered, clutching onto Harry’s hand as if you could fall off the Earth at any minute. His face erupted into a grin so cheesy that you couldn’t help but mirror it, eyes locked onto his as he closed the distance between the two of you.

Harry’s lips met yours softly, as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you melted into him, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs by the urgency and desire behind his soft movements. He pulled away after a minute, his forehead pressed to yours as he searched your eyes for any sign that you wanted to stop. Although all Harry was met with was a sparkle in your gaze, and a further few pecks landing on his lips. “Should’ve done this a long time ago,” he murmured against your mouth, his hands splaying across your back. “Should’ve done it before you got me naked,” you teased, succumbing once again to his kiss.

rrrr i really don’t know how i feel about this but i wanted to get something out

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[fanfiction4sooya]

Omg hi 🙊 hello. Can we get more g!p hybrid Yunjin x reader plssss I’m weak for that girl istg

Hi darling, thank you for waiting for so long (and my bad)!! Here it is, I hope you like it 💖💖

cw: noncon, dubcon, hybrid yunjin, g!p, unprotected sex, cuss words, etc;

It was the fifth night of you coming home and going straight to bed, Yunjin recalled. You got home with a new scent all these nights, feeling so desperate to go to bed after hours of studying with your new study partner Chaewon (another dog hybrid). And after that you still had your internship at the hospital to put icing on the cake.

You didn't realize how the puppy started scenting you whenever you were together, trying to control her tail wagging and her boner whenever you leaned forward to help her with some math problem, or how she'd slightly growl when you mentioned your beautiful golden retriever at home. Your pride and joy, Huh Yunjin.

Yunjin realized the faint scent on you when you kissed her goodnight on the first night, getting confused by it. She called her friend the other day, a wolf hybrid called Kazuha.

"I don't know, I think she might be fucking this other hybrid" She said, scoffing. Yunjin whined, her ears flat on her head thinking of such thing. "I say you should claim her"

"Claim her?" The gold retriever asked, interested about the topic.

"Yes, fuck her raw and rough, make her carry your puppies" The wolf said, almost growling. "don't be such a good girl all the time, do what your instincts tell you" She continued. "And if she tells you that's not true you can't trust her, she might be lying..."

But that wasn't what her instinct was telling her. She wanted to cry and ask you what she did wrong or something of the sort, not 'claim you'. But of course she listened to her friend, not really putting into thought that a wolf and a golden retriever have quite different opinions in a lot of topics.

So she waited, trying to be brave for once.

You, as usual since the night you came home with another scent, went straight to bed ater your shower, not really minding getting dressed, wrapping yourself in your soft comforter and kissing your girlfriend goodnight, not realizing how cold she was towards you.

Deeply asleep with your face on the pillow, you couldn't feel the covers sliding off of you or how she stared at your back and your bare ass, her cock twitching inside her briefs thinking of someone else's cum dripping from you. She grunted, feeling more animalistic than ever before, the doubt leaving her mind as soon as that desperate need to mark her territory grew inside of her chest.

Quickly she straddled your body, your tired mind not really picking on what she was doing.

"Puppy... I'm really tired today" You groaned, feeling her hard cock pressed against your butt. Usually that would be enough to stop her. Key word: Usually.

"I don't care" She husked, straightening her back to pull her cock out and stroke it, spitting on it. You frowned about to turn around but her knees held your body in place. "You are mine" She growled, biting your back. "I'm gonna show you and everyone you are mine"

"Yunjin!" You exasperatedly said, hissing. "That hurt" You cried out, trying to push her off of you but she wouldn't budge.

"You hurt me" She said, biting again but harder, humping your ass and groaning in your ear.

"Baby- what?" You tried to reason with her because she was in fact larger and stronger than you, trying to fight her would be useless. "Baby, tell me what happened" You hissed because she bit you again, licking your back afterwards in this sloppy way. Hungry and rough, her wet and rock hard cock pressing against your naked ass.

You were supposed to feel bad, feel angry or sad but you were... empathetic? Why was she so agitated? Why would she say you hurt her? You tried really had to think of anything but the next thing you knew her cock was violently pushed inside your pussy.

You screamed onto the pillow, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you felt the second and third violent thrusts and Yunjin mumble a low 'fuck' right by your ear. That was making you doubt so many things: why was she acting like that? How could she do such thing to you and most importantly...

Why were you enjoying it?

"You are mine" She repeated, her body flushed against yours, her boobs pressed against your back. "I'm gonna fill your pussy so good" She blindly said, her hips moving in this fast pace now, your skin quickly warming up against hers. "You are going to carry my pups, our beautiful pups"

You moaned, biting the pillow. Yunjin was particularly big, her perfectly proportioned body literally all big.

"Fucking hell" You moaned, your pussy beautifully welcoming her dick, swallowing the whole thing as you grew wetter for her.

"God baby, you like it when I take you like this?" She moaned when you clenched, her tip hitting your womb just good. Yunjin straightened her back, releasing your arms from your sides.

Pulling you up by the hips she positioned you in a sitting position, your arms stretched out to hold on the headboard as you sat on her lap, her cock stretching you even better this way.

Yunjin hugged you against her, one of her big hands rolling your nipple as the other rubbed your clit, her hips never stopping or even falttering as she kept that relentless pace. You rolled your eyes, the gutural moan that left your throat felt even more violent as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, your walls squeezing her cock in this delicious way, silently begging for her to stay inside you.

"Yunjinie" You cried out and she groaned, pushing you to turn around. You were straddling her, but now you could see how hurt she was. You frowned, kissing her lips as tears rolled down her beautiful face. You could feel the desperation, the rawness of her feelings fully displayed in her beautiful and ever so expressive gaze.

"No one can take you away from me" Her voice sounded small, her lips ghosting yours as she kept impaling you on her cock;your moans mixed with hers felt so good, intimate beyond words.

Her ears were flat on her head, that made your heart ache.

"I am yours baby" You breathed out, hugging her against you to hide your face in the curve of her neck. "Fuck- N-no one can take me from you, Yunjin" You said, her hands gripping your hips impossibly harder made you finally lose it, squirting all over her lower region and biting hard on her shoulder.

Yunjin screamed out, eyes closed as she painted your insides with her thick semen, grunting and moaning as she kept pushing and pulling your hips to meet hers; the sound, the smell... everything combined made your head spin.

After a while she slowed her movements, hands still on your waist but now she was pulling you to her, her hug suffocantely strong. She was crying.

No, not crying. She was bawlling her eyes out.

You cooed, now fully aware that she was back to her soft persona as her sniffles made her whole body shake with certain violence; you let her cry, petting her hair and slowly rocking her back and forth. It took a while for her to calm down enough, her eyes puffy and nose red, her tail tucked in shame.

"I am so sorry" She started saying but you shushed her, kissing her forehead.

"There's no need, baby" You said. "Now tell me what's going on, please" And so she did, telling you how she started feeling Chaewon's scent on you and how neglected she felt because you were always with the other hybrid.

You took her story, nodding so she would know your attention was 100% on her to make sure she woudln't feel even more neglected. When she finished talking you took a deep breath, guilt slowly creeping up in your chest.

"I am so sorry I neglected you, my love" You held her face with both hands, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. "I promise I had no idea Chaewon was doing that, if I had known she wouldn't be my partner anymore" You caressed her fluffy ears and her tail wagged really fast.

"Can you get rid of her?" Yunjin sniffed and you nodded.

"Anything for my puppy" You cooed and she smiled, hiding her face on your chest. "Am I forgiven, Yunjinie?" You voice dropped an octave and she thickly swallowed. You only called her that when you were horny.

You felt how her cock started to get hard again and you pulled it out, watching her cum ooze out of you and her cock twitched. You held her face between your fingers, her eyes locking with yours as you licked her lips in a upwards motion.

"Now I am the one who needs to forgive you for fucking me without my consent, pretty thing" Lust filled your body thinking of the many possibilities ahead. "Maybe today is the day I'll fuck your virgin little hole, baby..."

"Yes, please" She breathed out, her cock twitching in need.

"Good girl" You slowly jerked her off. "Now go fetch that big strap and some lube puppy, I'm gonna prepare your pretty hole for me" You said and her tail wagged in excitement as she quickly got up to do as you said.

[like-a-diamondinthesky]

cocoon | k.s.m

pairing... bf!seungmin x gn!reader tags... hurt/comfort, established relationship, angst with a happy ending!!! soft seungmin 💞 cw... crying, reader is tired and burned out, self-indulgent!

co•coon noun | a protective or comforting covering see also: kim seungmin

wc... 948 words a/n... huge credits to heather for getting me out of my writing slump HAHAHA i tried a different writing style here, let me know what you guys think!

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Tears are threatening to spill out of your eyes and your hair is all disheveled from the amount of times you ran your fingers through it out of frustration. Your aching back is slouched and you just want to take a hot shower, bury yourself in the covers, and sleep all your problems away. As soon as you enter your apartment, you make a beeline for the bathroom and take a quick, steaming shower. You let the stinging drops fall from the showerhead and trail down your skin, washing the remnants of your shampoo and soap away.

Hastily, you enter your bedroom and grab Seungmin's biggest hoodie from his side of the dresser. You slip it on, wearing nothing else than your underwear, drowning yourself in a cocoon of his scent. You nestle in the soft fabric, immersing yourself in the smell of the coffee beans and vanilla lotion that you’re all too familiar with. Not long after you lie down under the covers, you hear shuffling in the living room, muffled by the closed door in between. After a short few seconds, the door creaks open and Seungmin enters the bedroom, his hair damp from his after-practice shower. One look at your red, tired, glossy eyes and he knows just how exhausted you are, so he quietly slips into bed beside you, enveloping his arms around your figure as he pulls you flush against his chest. The room falls silent for a moment, then the cork pops loose and your emotions begin to pour out.

He doesn't utter a word as the sobs violently start to escape your mouth, the heart-wrenching echoes bouncing off the walls. He runs his hands up and down your back and arms, silently soothing you as you let it all out. Once your cries gradually get less abrupt, he pulls you back a bit and tips your head up so he can look you in the eye. He holds your gaze as he brings his hands to your face and wipes the tears away with his thumb, gently caressing your cheeks. Softly, he whispers, "You're so strong, my angel. I know you can get through whatever is causing you trouble. You don't have to talk about it right now, but I’ll be right here when you're ready. Just keep pushing through."

He knows how you’ve been struggling. He takes your trembling hands from where they were resting folded in your lap. After brushing his lips against your knuckles, he brings your hands to wrap around his neck, returning his own to rest on your waist as he leans his forehead against yours. The feeling of endless hard work, endless pain, endless difficulties; he’s been there. He knows how tempting it can be to give up, however, he believes you'll persevere. Why? Because you always do, you just need a little reminder.

“You know, butterflies weren’t always beautiful,” he comments softly, causing your brows to furrow. Seungmin smiles softly as he continues, “They start off as caterpillars, which, by the way, I think look really ugly and scary.” You let out a choked giggle. “They’re all fuzzy and have too many legs for my comfort—anyway. They go through a lot of hardships and challenges as a caterpillar. Then they wrap themselves in a tight, silky cocoon, just like you right now; all wrapped up in my hoodie that’s like ten sizes too big on you.” You roll your glassy eyes, letting a few more tears streak down your cheeks. Seungmin wipes them right away. “Right, so, in that cocoon, they transform. They keep with them all their experiences, everything they’ve learned, and then they emerge as beautiful, majestic butterflies.” He presses a soft peck to your lips. “You will be that butterfly, my love. At the end of all the pain you’re facing right now, it will all be worth it. Your hard work will pay off, trust me.”

The sobs you let out are fractured, separated by your deep inhales as you slowly try to catch your breath. Seungmin is firm in consoling you because, in this time of vulnerability and weakness, he is your pillar. He maintains eye contact while he coaxes deep and steady breaths out of you, his warm hands cradling your face. When you manage to croak out a strangled, but coherent, “I’ve always liked butterflies," he pulls you back to his chest as he resumes stroking his hand over your head.

The sweet little nothings Seungmin whispers into your ears are a melodic string of comfort. He kisses your forehead as the last of your cries start to die down and you finally fall asleep in his arms. Gently, he lifts you off his lap, making sure not to break your hold on his neck. He positions your head to rest snugly on top of your pillow and he pulls the duvet tight around the two of you, making a cocoon containing your intertwined bodies.

When you wake up the next morning, Seungmin still has you protected in his grasp, your limbs wrapped together under the blanket. He jokes about how you're a bit gross for sleeping on his chest when his shirt is painted by your tears and snot. You giggle and whisper out a half-sincere apology as he peppers kisses all over your puffy eyelids. Before the two of you officially start your day, you remain nuzzled in each other’s tangled arms as the birds chirp and the sunlight peeks its way through the curtains. You tell him, “I love you, Seungmin. Thank you for being here.” And he replies, "I love you, too, dummy. You're always safe with me. Don't ever forget that, please.”

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[starscabaret]

Military Yandere! Aaron Deployment

pairing : yandere! aaron x fem reader 

summary : aaron is getting deployed and he’s very upset to leave you, established relationship, fluff

authors note : just a short drabble

warnings: some angst, huge daddy kink, angst a little 

It was a late night. A night before Aaron was required to be on base for his next deployment. He had gotten the orders only a week prior. Since then he has been anxious, upset, and moody. Aaron didn’t want to leave his darling. It was the one thing he couldn’t do. You were the one he couldn’t live without. When he first got the news he tried everything in his power to get out of it or postpone it so that he could spend more time with you. When that didn’t work he tried to make arrangements for you to join him. But it was impossible. 

Once he had accepted his awful fate he decided to make the most of the last week he would spend with you for nine months. You tried to focus on the good and shower him with love. Coddling him like the crybaby he was. Throughout the week he had multiple panic attacks, and you often caught him crying in your bedroom when you were in another room. But tonight’s fit was the worst of them all. He knew his time with you was dwindling. 

“Aaron baby, please calm down. I know.” You coo as you sit in his lap at the edge of your bed holding his teary-eyed face to your chest.

This did nothing to soothe his pain his body was racked by violent sobs as he holds you closer. 

“Please y/n, I don’t want to leave you. I can’t, not for this long.” He cries as he untucks his face from your breast.

“You can, and you will. I promise to keep my phone charged, my location on, and answer every single call. I’ll be  a good girl.” You say, normally you weren’t so compliant with all of his crazy antics but you could see it was driving him mad. The prospect of not knowing and seeing your every move for nine months scared him. He wouldnt be there to protect and care for you and that drove him mad.

“You promise? You have to promise y/n! I’ll go insane if I don’t know that you’re ok. I swear I will desert and come home if you miss even a single call.” He says while stroking and admiring your pretty face, committing every feature to memory. Not like he hadn’t already. 

“Yes I will, I promise.” You reply. Glad that he has stopped crying and raking his hands through his hair while pulling it out of anxiety. 

He continues to stare into your eyes while the tears dry from his. He moves to bring your hand to his mouth for a kiss whilst he grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him.

“Remember what daddy asked for pretty?” He asks.

“Yes sir, at least one picture every day, one picture a month sent with your letters, let you know when I’m in the house for the evening, and don’t take your necklace off.” You list off just as he said it. 

“Good girl, what would I do without you?” He questions as he smiles at you. 

“I dunno.” You blush as you return his smile.

“Don’t forget always lock the doors, and set the alarm. If you need anything you have my card, or call me I will get it sent for you.” He reminds with a stern look on his face, as he grips your thigh. 

“Yes, I know Aaron.” You reply rolling your eyes as this was the thousandth time he has reminded you.

“I saw that, let me put you to bed.” He says while standing up and putting you on the ground next to him. 

“Daddy, I love you. I promise to be good while you’re away.” You start to tear up for the first time this week. Finally, let your emotions show. This week you had held back any tears or sadness, as you didn’t want to make it any harder on Aaron.

“You better, I love you too brat.” He replies.

Aaron spends the rest of the night savoring every moment with you. He has you sit between his strong legs in the bathtub as he bathes you. Drying you off and dressing you in your favorite pajamas which happen to be his clothes. When in bed he massages and kisses your feet. He rubbed and worshipped every part of you making sure nowhere went unloved as he wouldn’t be able to feel you for 9 grueling months. When it got very late, and he had to be on base in just a few hours at the early hours of the morning he finally grew tired and held you in his arm while he slept.

[groversimp]

need “hits different”!😭😭😭

Hits Different

part one (Nothing Has Ever Felt So Wrong)

part two (Hits Different)

part three (The Way I Loved You) || not out yet!

part four (Foolish One) || not out yet!

decided to be a good author and answer these requests for Hits Different because it’s been FOREVER 😿

warnings: ANGST, bruh reader needs to stop mourning, also we’re bringing in an oc dude, I love love love Shiloh 😽

You hated Clarisse La Rue.

You hated her stupid her, her deep-brown eyes. You hated the scarred hands you once held in yours, the ones you used to cherish. You’d kiss her palms and tell her she’s not a monster. Not to you.

Yet, you were the one left burned. Scarred and blistering from the scalding touch of her soul.

Her and Silena sit on the benches only a few, short feet from you. Weaving bracelets together at their arts n’ crafts lesson, the initials of the other carved into the beads.

You mope with your siblings, firmly avoiding Silena’s pointed and snarky looks. She wasn’t a bad person, you knew that. She was just in love.

You were just in love.

It was sickening. You had tried and tried to wash yourself clean of her- to allow the flowing rain to make yourself new, but it only left you rugged and dripping, a walking storm cloud. The midnight rain you sat in did little to heal the gaping wound in your heart, beating like a war-cry of Clarisse’s.

“Hey, Y/N.” You hear a voice, smooth and soft like the cooling tide of the lake.

You’ve never really noticed Shiloh, the boy who had just approached you and taken the liberty to sit next to you. A son of the minor god, Dinlas.

Most would think he’d be rough and hateful, but he was honestly very sweet. Carrying himself with nothing but loyalty and understanding- though, the Greek-fire burned beneath his green eyes to not challenge him.

“Oh,” you say quietly. “Hey.” Your voice is just as soft, but quieter. You don’t take up any space, just uselessly flowing like a spring shower.

You two continued to talk, the fierce glare sent his way from Clarisse went unnoticed by him. And the butterflies you got from her two-second attention were too addicting to not give into. Spurring the conversation on and on, it almost felt natural.

He walked you back to your cabin, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and a sinking feeling in your stomach. The cabin door quietly shut behind you- how dare you? He shouldn’t have been that close to begin with, now this?

You can almost feeling the punches Clarisse would throw at him, wincing at the idea of faux injuries.

Would she still do that for you, would she care?

You cared, you thought as you climb into your bed. Not bothering to clean up for campfire or looking up as your siblings file into the cabin.

The only thing that felt right was to sob into the stuffed bear Clarisse gave you for your 5-month anniversary. The weak punches your fist throws to the bed are pitiful; they’d make a puppy laugh. But, how can you bring yourself to be strong when you feel so deeply?

The bed dips and you don’t need to look up to know who it is- your sister, Astilbe, shushes you softly and places a hand on the small of your back. It reminds you of Clarisse, caring and possessive. You only cry more.

“Y/N,” she says- voice chipper as the morning birds, though the pity is evident. “Love is a lie, you’ll be alright.”

A sob wrecks through you again, almost like a quiet scream.

“She was good, Bee.” You tell her. “There was good in her.”

You pay no mind to her disagreements, only sitting up to place your face in the small of her neck and crying harder.

This wasn’t normal, this wasn’t right. You’ve aways been one to move on quickly, staining your exes with a maroon, star-painted sky. You leave with only the memories and their dignity.

That was who you are. Over-confident, ‘manic pixie dream girl’, draining Y/N.

But that’s why she loved you. Ever-burning, violent, dangerous Clarisse.

That’s why she chose you. Why you chose her.

You’d go insane if you kept thinking like this, but for her- you’d do it all.

[darlingsfandom]

If your free (it's ok when your busy and need rest 😁 take care)

When Tommy and changretta reader have their first child a daughter . The little girl reminded Tommy of his late daughter ruby he's soft with her (plus protective) y/n can tell after he told her about what happened . He's got a chance with a daughter again it went well she's a daddy's girl with y/n can't stop smiling how her daughter makes Tommy soft to protective

I was going to make this a blurb but I decided to headcanon it instead!

•Tommy is 100% a girl dad!

•When he found out you were pregnant he actually cried ! He couldn’t believe it at first but after going to the doctor with you he was still in shock!

•it took a few tries to get you pregnant but he wasn’t complaining one bit on that!

•He got Arthur and John to help him set up the nursery which was a light pink!

•The whole family gave you a huge baby shower! Spoiled you with little dresses, shoes and even a cap to match Tommy’s!

•after you had your daughter Tommy instantly fell in love with her! She had your eyes and his nose! And more hair than John ! That was a Tommy joke.

•The first couple of months were hard for the both of you. The sleep schedule was trash. You couldn’t get out of bed, Tommy missed Ruby at times because this was his second daughter but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her any less.

•Her name ? Lillian Polly Shelby ! Of course she’s gotta be named after aunt Polly! Everyone called her Lilly for short.

•Tommy helped her take her first steps! He was a little salty her first word was Mama but she soon learned dada afterwards.

•When she was actually talking in short sentences she did really well. Tommy was in a meeting when she came in running around yelling “fuck!” All the men laughed including Tommy. He’d tell her that’s a grown up word to which she’d argue how he uses it all the time and so does mommy !

•on her fifth birthday Tommy gave her a locket that a picture of you and him in it! She loved that locket and wore it everywhere !!

•One her first day of school she came home upset because she missed the two of you! That night Tommy read her a bedtime story twice!

•As she got older she started noticing boys and Tommy did not like that ! She brought home a boy to study and Tommy made sure to keep his gun out to scare the boy and it worked.

•Lilly came home crying one day from school because a group of girls told her she’s ugly and that boiled his blood! He talked to his daughter about how looks don’t matter and its brains! He talked about how he fell in love with you and not just because you’re pretty but because you’re smart, funny, a good kisser to which she made a face ! Tommy got her to laugh !

•Soon enough his baby girl was graduating and going off to uni! He paid her for to go. She decided to go for business because she wanted to be like Tommy just not as violent!

•she’d visit on breaks and Tommy would always send her back to school with a little letter to remind her of home.

•Lilly met a boy! She brought him home one day and Tommy tested him in every way possible. He did not approve! Tommy knew the boy only liked her because of her name and money!

•He comforted Lilly. When she went back to study she focused hard and graduated top of her class.

•A few years later she did meet a boy that Tommy approved of! He even shook the boys hand the night they met! Pretty soon it was wedding day.

•Tommy held onto Lilly’s arm tightly doing his best to hold back his tears but it was impossible and started crying when he said “Her mother and I do!” And sat down next to you as he watched his little girl get married.

•When Tommy found out he was going to be a grandpa he about died! He was excited !

•When Lilly had the baby, she had a boy and named him Benjamin Thomas ! Tommy cried hearing that his grandson had his name! Tommy had lived a beautiful life .

[4ng3l-shortc4k3]

Solomon's intro!!

Cw: yandere behavior, cannibalism, mention of murdering pets, mention of gore, praise, feminization, pet play, masochism, brat behavior

A/n: I'm actually so excited to write this because I've only ever talked about him to very few anyways let's get started!! Also have a quick drawing of him so you can see how he looks like. Honestly he's really cute tbh

Solomon's title as the god of peace is ironic considering all he does is the opposite. He can get pretty violent and will consume mortal flesh when hungry. Basically he's a menace to society

He's the eldest son of the god of death and has two younger brothers whom he dislikes. Big familial issues

He's considered quite a pretty god amongst the mortals due to how vibrant his blue eyes are against his pale skin. Like a porcelain doll is how he can be described at best

Speaking of appearance he's quite thin due to how starved he is and not all that tall. Medium height at best and can easily be towered by you

He's gay like 100% homo he will drool over you because you're really attractive or maybe because he's hungry. Its hard to tell the difference between the two

He's pretty adamant about pampering you. He needs to do everything for you even if at best you're the one who has to help him in the end

He is absolutely picky with food. He'll refuse your cooking despite it being considered the best in the whole realm. He'll avoid it like its the plague unless of course you add some flesh to it

He's terribly protective of you. No one is allowed to be near you. Not even your pets are allowed or else they'll end up getting strung on a field as a warning for all to avoid you. He only wants to have your attention after all!!

Did I mention how clingy he is? He refuses to let go of you. You're busy? Not anymore!! He'll make sure you have all the time in the world to shower him with your love

But here's the catch.. he can't communicate that well. You will have zero clue on his needs and wants because he'll clam up and get all flustered about it. He gets so shy around you its hard to believe he eats people. Trying to get him to talk is futile because he'll turn the conversation around to where its about you and what you want

Can I mention how pathetic he is? Not only does he suck at his job but he sucks at doing anything else. He's basically a lost puppy that has to be watched 24/7 or he'll end up doing something stupid in the name of love as he puts it.

So that's how he ends up trailing after you. You'll never see him more than a foot away from you as he looks at you with such admiration you're starting to see why he ignored all those mortals who adore him

But that's okay!! Because in the end he'll be the most sweetest if not clingiest boyfriend you'll ever have! Oops!! I mean your wife. He loves it when you call him that. He'll practically melt as he happily calls you his husband in return

Did I mention he thinks you're soulmates? He has a weird obsession over it. Constantly mentioning it in conversation and looking so proud of himself for finding you. After all, that means you can stop his hunger for flesh. Maybe someday you can fix that part of him. But for now he'll happily wait as you take reign in the relationship!!

What? You say you don't want to? Too bad!! He can't do anything so you're going to have to be the one to take the lead with everything. He'll even make himself as pathetic as possible so you can take care of him. You can't say no to his crying face can you?

But what about nsfw stuff you may ask? Well here's a small few facts about that

He loves dressing up in cute little outfits for you. You want him in a cute bunny suit? He'll do it for you!! A maid outfit you say? Sit there and wait so he can put on a pretty show for you!! He will never get enough out of seeing your pleased expression when he's all dressed up for you

That also means you gotta give him lots of praises!! He loves compliments especially when it's about how good he looks in those pretty outfits. Poor baby is always self conscious about his body but with a few words he can set them aside just for you!!

When I mentioned how he looks like a lost puppy let me introduce you to pet play!! Solomon loves everything about it. From wearing a collar to putting on dog ears. He'll even let you walk him as if he's an actual mutt who needs his exercise. He's 100% going to do it just to hear you say "what a good boy you are!" to him

He doesn't care whether you want to treat him roughly or gently. He'll take it all for you but that doesn't mean he won't get a sick joy out of seeing you attempt to be rough with him. He does love the thrill of pain. But not too much or else he'll think you're punishing him and then try to misbehave more to see how you'll react. He does get a bit bratty at times but its all in the name of fun just as long as you get to make his punishment even worse

[fuwaprince]

HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP PLEASE

Hi everybody, how are we doing? I hope you're enjoying the beginning of fall. Now that I'm done just being hospitable, can I just be honest? Can I vent? Can I be heard? Am I allowed to express my hurt? Can I please request for aid?

I am struggling to all hell. On and off the streets and been homeless since June 1st. I don't need resource information- I need immediate relief in the form of financial support. My partner and I are doing our best to be strong but being strong does not help when we're in the position where we're lucky just to eat, or do laundry. Over this summer I have been robbed of my possessions (cards, clothes, cash, toiletries, my phone... all of which I struggled to get to begin with). I have been sexually assaulted and put through violent situations. Detained because people LIED and I guess that means guilty until proven innocent. Woke up undressed for reasons unbenounced to me in a house fire surrounded by flames and SOMEHOW, unfortunately survived. Somehow contracted a disease that has no fucking cure. I have reached out to EVERYONE I KNOW BEGGING FOR HELP. I have taken so much shit in exchange for the smallest amount of help, for food, for access to medical attention or a shower or for privacy. I have been homeless with a 103 degree fucking fever that lasted for days and got no help because I was too sick to move. I crawled to a shower and sat on the floor hoping my brain wouldn't melt (which it begins to at such temperatures btw). All this did not happen because I'm "lazy" or "a bad woman".

I am a woman presenting person who probably should have just been born in the right body or into the right wealthy ass family. I am in my 20s. I have been told I would make a great prostitute but I wasn't even made for of- nor am I interested. My abusive ass neglectful ass family are not helping me through my situation and my mom tells me I deserve it so that she doesn't have to cry while listening to me explain how bad things have gotten. I have a stab wound on my neck. I have burns on my body. I did not put those there myself. How could anybody deserve any of that? How could anybody do nothing to help? How can you just look at me and pessimistically say, "good luck". Or give the apathetic and unhelpful "me too" response.

My partner lost his dog after the fire. Can you imagine having to pretend like that doesn't matter because you have to worry about food? Can you imagine trying to provide emotional support because red cross never called back after you requested for health services? When your school says they can't help you because it's out of the budget???? "LIMITED FUNDS" they say. I was on the Dean's honor roll for TWO semesters in a row, almost close to getting my BA (just a few classes away). I was a student leader. UNTIL I had to finally say fuck that shit and drop. I have enough credits to graduate but I do not see how the fuck I'm going to survive until 2025.

I need help! Please help? Words of encouragement are appreciated but please help me raise enough for a down payment for a car to live in. That is what I'm asking for, at least for winter. I would like an apartment but California is so outrageous with prices, all I can hope for realistically is a car. Anything would help. Nothing is expected.

Please rb this post, if you can, it helps.

Always remember to maintain your humanity and that love persists.

Garlic haters DNI

my paypal is @garyanne

[blueicequeen19]

Stuck Pt. 2

Warnings: NON-CON, dark Rafe, unprotected sex, oral, rough bj, cum play

My hands shake as I stare down at the text. From Rafe. How did he even get my number?

"Come over. Now. Wear a dress."

I swallow the lump in my throat as I think about what would happen if I disobey him. It's been three days since he took my virginity in a poorly lit public restroom. I've avoided my friends and JJ only texted me once. Like he didn't even notice something was up.

I sigh as I get up and take a quick shower, fearing the threat of Rafe if I anger him. I slip on a knee length baby blue sundress and run a straightener through my hair. I wanted to look decent even if Rafe was just going to ravage me again. My stomach flips at the thought of Rafe inside me again. I shudder violently as the images pass through my mind. The way he looked at me. Touched me. Owned me. I didn't know what it felt like to be desired like that.

Thirty minutes later I show up at Rafe's beach house. I park in the garage as instructed and Rafe opens the door to inside, leaning against the door frame as he takes me in. I might as well be naked with the way he's looking at me.

"You listened." Rafe states, crossing his arms as he continues to stare.

"Like I have any other choice." I scoff. Rafe drops his arms then appraoches me with a sinister smirk. He pushes me against my car and slips his hand under my dress.

"Mmm, you have panties on. I guess I forgot to mention those." His voice sounds deeper as he leans in and buries his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. I can't think with him touching me like this. Just stroking, caressing. Not taking or hurting. The hand between my legs wraps from my throat, squeezing just enough to be a warning as he licks his lips.

"We aren't in public right now so I can fuck you until that smart mouth only knows how to say my name." Rafe growls, making me shudder against him. I can't look away as he gazes down at me. Those blue eyes demanded so much. He was a beast.

"Behave tonight and I promise to go easy on you." His voice lowers before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I don't kiss him back and he squeezes my throat a little harder. I purse my lips just enough and he smiles in satisfaction.

"Good girl. I knew you'd be good for me." My body warms at his praise but I ignore it. I hated how he made me feel. Rafe kisses me again and I return it then he pulls me inside.

Rafe leads me to the bar counter top in the kitchen then starts collecting ingredients to start cooking something. Awkward was an understatement.

“What am I doing here, Rafe?” I ask as nicely as I can. I clasp my hands together to keep from shaking.

“I thought we’d have dinner then watch a movie.” Rafe answers, adding a pot of water to the stove.

Dinner and a movie? Was he serious? Rafe turns, capturing the bewildered look on my face and smiles.

“This water needs to boil. Come here.” I hesitate before slowly making my way around the countertop to him. Rafe can’t hide his lust as he picks me up and places me on the counter, eyeing me like I’m the meal.

“Rafe.” I whisper gently as I plant my hands against his chest.

“I’m going to eat your pussy until the water starts to boil.” I widen my eyes just as he drops to his knees and throws my legs over his shoulders, tearing my panties to the side.

I gasp as his warm mouth latches onto my clit then circling it with his tongue and flicking it rapidly. Over and over again.

“Oh.” I moan loudly, arching into him. I glance over just as bubbles start to appear in the water. I didn’t have long left.

“You’ve never had this sweet pussy eaten?” Rafe murmurs, looking up at me as his tongue continues it’s torture. I shake my head, rolling my hips without meaning to.

“That’s too bad. You just became my new favorite meal.” His hands latch onto my inner thighs as he sucks my clit hard. I throw my head back with a cry as his tongue brings me to an explosive orgasm just as the water starts to boil over.

I’m panting and shaking as I reach over and push the pot off the burner as he stands. His mouth glistens with my release and he smiles proudly before leaning in and kissing me, forcing his tongue inside so I can taste myself. It feels dirty but I don’t mind.

Rafe pulls away, his erection painfully obvious in his grey sweats as he cleans up the mess then puts the noodles in the water back on the burner. He’s making spaghetti.

“Humor me. Why Maybank?” Rafe asks just as I find the strength to slide off the counter. I hesitate and a blush forms across my cheeks. His gaze darkens and I instantly regret my bodies reaction.

“H-he was always just nice to me. He’s funny.” I blurt. I attempt to move around the counter to take a seat at the bar but he grasps my wrist and sits me on the counter again with a warning glare.

“I can be nice.” Rafe mutters, almost like he’s jealous.

“Rafe, what are we doing?” I’m irritated now.

“I’m making us dinner.” He says so matter of fact. Like this is normal.

“But why?”

“Because I want to have a nice, quiet evening.” Rafe bites out, his lips pulled back in a snarl and his nostrils flared.

“You could have that with anyone.” I mumble, feeling intimidated again under his glare.

“I want it with you. I can be nice so let me.” Rafe stirs the noodles as he leans over to kiss my cheek. “So don’t make me be mean.” He says lowly just as he pulls away.

Rafe finishes dinner and we eat on the couch as a movie of my choosing plays. The whole time he listens attentively to anything I say and casually rubbing his hand along my knee.

We aren’t half into the movie when he’s putting my hand on his erection.

I give him a questioning look and he tugs his sweats down along with his boxers. Now that I can see it in person, I know now why it hurt so badly. I don’t even think my hand would wrap around it. His barely does as he starts to softly stroke himself.

“You look worried.” Rafe sounds amused as he works himself.

“I just know now why it hurt so bad. You’re huge. I don’t know how it fit.” I mutter and he grins, his ego boosted.

“I wanna see how it’ll fit in your mouth. I promise to take it easy on you.” Rafe fists my hair and forces me to bend at the waist until I’m level with his erection.

“Lick the head. Lick and suck like I did your pussy.” Rafe instructs, smacking it against my lips until I open. My only thought is that JJ wouldn’t be this rough.

I slip the head in past my lips, licking and sucking as instructed and Rafe is immediately groaning in ecstasy. I taste something mildly salty but it’s not awful so I keep going.

“Stick out your tongue. Hallow your cheeks.” Rafe all but growls, fisting my hair into a makeshift ponytail and forcing more into my mouth. He groans louder and I’m ashamed to admit how wet I am. I liked that he liked this. He really liked this.

Rafe suddenly pulls me off him and shoves me down onto my knees between his spread thighs.

“Eyes on me.” Rafe instructs before maneuvering me by my hair again to take him back in my mouth. He makes me gag until my eyes are watering and I can barely breathe as he thrusts up into my mouth. I don’t dare look away.

“Fuck, yes. You’re like a perfect dick sucking angel.” My body warms at his praise as his grunts and moans. My thighs are quivering with the need for release. I was so turned on it hurt.

“Wrap your lips around and suck. The more spit the better.” I try but it hurts my jaw and my mouth. I couldn’t be doing that good of a job. Rafe groans loudly all of a sudden and pulls me off then onto his lap not too gently.

“R-Rafe, I thought we-we—.” I trail off when his hands cup my rear and his fingers snake down to stroke my soaked panties. My lips quiver and my head falls back as I grip the couch for dear life while he torments me. My body was begging for him to slip inside me.

“Tell me no. Fight it. Don’t give in. Your pussy doesn’t really want, right?” Rafe bites my breasts over my dress and I squeal, digging my nails into his shoulders while only the tip of his finger rims me.

“No.” I rasp, rocking back and forth but he doesn’t go any further inside me.

“She’s not wet for me, right?”

“Right.”

“Tell me to stop. Say it.” My panties are ripped to the side and his penis is at my entrance like a magnetic. I try to lower myself on to it without thinking but he stops me, smacking my rear hard.

“R-Rafe.” I all but cry, pushing at his chest as the head slips back and forth against my slit. This was the worst kind of torture.

“You had your chance. Now take it.” He thrusts up into me and I scream with satisfaction and pain. It’s like being torn open all over again. I’m not given a second to adjust before he’s making me bounce on him like a mad person.

I lose track of how many times I orgasm or how many marks he’s left on my skin. He bends and folds me into every position manageable then forces another climax from me. It becomes too much and I cry, his hand around my throat as we stare into each others eyes.

“I can’t stop. I’m sorry. You’re just so addicting.” Rafe growls, claiming my mouth from our spot on the floor with me pinned beneath him. The man was absolutely feral. A dam breaks inside me and suddenly there’s an ungodly amount of wetness between my legs. Rafe yanks free of me, his hot seed spurting all over my stomach and the dress still bunched around my waist.

I’m unable to move as I lay there quivering and wondering what the hell just happened while he leans back on his heels and pants for air, a smirk on those damn lips.

“You squirted.” Rafe finally says with a breathless chuckle.

“I what? I peed?” I gasp, mortified with myself. I attempt to sit up but he pushes me back down, shoving my legs further apart as he gazes at the mess I’ve made.

“I think I want to marry you. Make you have all my babies while also making you squirt whenever I want.” I narrow my eyes at him as he smiles that sick, sinister grin.

“Shut up. I’m leaving.” I say, pushing at his hands. He ignores me, running his finger through his seed then smears it across my lips, licking his own.

“Not tonight you’re not. I’m not done being nice.”

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 24 - I never knew daylight could be so violent. (No light, no light)

Warnings: whump/angst/therapy

Word Count: 2k (gif not mine)

Summary: Olivia needs help; but then again so does Natasha.

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Pain shoots through her abdomen and and she bows to it.

She doesn’t allow herself a cry of pain, only a huff of a breath and closes her eyes.

Her hand shakes as she empties the last of the tryptophan her heart sinking as she feels nauseousness rise and tremors shudder through her.

“Fuck,” she swears.

The night is going to be long.

She takes one of the last two tablets anyway knowing it’s only delaying the inevitable.

She sighs, laying down and trying to breathe through the pain.

Shield had the medications that she needed, but she didn’t quiet trust them.

Pain thrusts its way through her, making her clench her fists and forcing breath in and out consciously.

She decides in the moment to find Coulson or Fury. Shield is not safe but the two men would perhaps help.

She owed them, they owed her, and she’s sure she could call in a favour.

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The seizure leaves her on the floor, her head pounding as she feels her consciousness return to her.

Wiping her mouth, she pushes herself up.

Hands still shaking, Olivia takes the last pill, hoping it makes her functional.

She knows she’s running out of time. She didn’t realise how close she was running out when she left.

Stupid, she berates herself.

Living in America had made her soft, dependant… Compliant.

If she was on her own, she’d have stocks, but instead, she’d just worked through the emergency medication knowing she’d have access to more.

Allowing herself a moment of self pity, she wonders just how to find the others, and slowly dresses herself.

The number she’d memorised for Fury may still work, and she contemplates if she’s able to make it to the closest pay phone.

The small apartment’s furniture helps her to move on shaking legs, and the walking stick she keeps in the closet feels like a good option.

Armed with a knife and sunglasses, she makes her way out to the harsh light of day.

Nauseous, she descends the stairs, tremors still wracking her body.

She can do this, she’s done much harder things.

One hundred steps, she tells herself.

When she reaches that, she counts 100 more.

At 345 she stops, breathing labored at the public pay phone.

“This better fucking work,” she mutters to herself, dialing the number.

Four rings in and she feels bile rise in her throat.

On the fifth, the phone picks up and she closes her eyes in relief.

“It’s bad,” she opens, “I need… what you owe me.”

Fury seems to understand.

“Safehouse six. I’ll organise for it to be sent there.”

He pauses.

“You owe me too. Don’t think I won’t collect.”

The phone hangs up and she groans, sinking to the floor, holding onto the walking stick and feeling another seizure coming on.

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The knock at the door sets them all on edge.

Even though Fury calls to tell them that Olivia is coming, they all stand. Maria’s hand on her gun, Clint close to his bow and Natasha stands near the draw with the knives.

Coulson opens it, and finds Olivia standing there, just as Fury had said.

He opens the door wider, letting her in and showing the others that they have nothing to fear.

She enters, and Clint frowns.

“Are you… are you okay?”

The woman waves him off, and says something quietly to Coulson. He walks to the back room and returns alone.

“She needs some privacy and sleep,” he announces, much to all their confusion.

The shower starts running and Clint thinks of all the scenarios that could have had her looking so drawn and pale.

He turns back to the game of cards that he had been playing with Maria and swears as he loses again.

“I’m bored,” he complains.

Maria shares a look with him.

“How do we know Fury is okay?” she asks, much to Coulson’s annoyance.

“He’s okay,” he assures, “but if you want to go help, then fine, I can’t stop you.”

Maria grins at Clint.

“I’ll let you know how I go.”

“He’s gonna be angry,” Clint assumes, throwing the cards to the container.

“Nah; he’ll be appreciative. Who reads the lackies of Shield, better than me?”

Coulson sighs.

“I should go with you.”

He looks to the door that Olivia just moved through, and sits back down.

“Go. Call me in four hours and tell me what’s happening.” He looks at time.

“Four hours okay?”

Maria grabs the keys and a piece of pizza.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll call,” she smiles, pleased to have something to do.

The evening feels early, even though it’s 6pm, the sun moving to sleep. Maria reveals in the fresh air; and heads for shield.

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Natasha lays on the couch. She’d opted to take first watch.

Olivia was still in the room, door closed having not come out since she went in.

Coulson in the other room, and Clint gently snoring on the other couch.

She doesn’t feel tired.

Probably, would be unable to sleep anyway.

If nightmares plagued her like they did in the cabin, she would have the whole house on edge.

At least the cell was soundproofed.

Here, she thinks she would wake up the whole apartment block.

Clint has eyed her when she’d offered to take first watch, and she had nodded assuringly.

Maria had called to say she was with Fury, he hadn’t sent her away much to Coulson’s surprise.

Coulson had decided he’d return in the morning, barring no incidents during the night.

Natasha was determined to just let them sleep.

She liked the darkness, and with others around, she was sure she wouldn’t be seeing anything… anyone.

Lost in her own thoughts, she catches movement on her left and stands to confront it.

“It’s me,” Olivia announces quietly.

Natasha sits up straighter.

The psychiatrist moves into the dimly lit room, and then to the kitchen finding water and taking a sip.

She downs two pills as Natasha watches on in interest.

“I’m defective,” she says, noticing Natasha watching her.

“They experimented with us, trialing… god knows what, to try and make us better soldiers. And they succeeded but at a cost.”

Olivia’s eyes rake over Natasha.

“Shield has drugs that help combat the symptoms. The Red Room would have just killed me.”

She feels scrutinized and wants to hear so much more of her experience of the Red Room.

It’s like piecing together bits of her own history, things she’s forgotten, things that have been wiped.

Part of the debrief had asked so many basic questions that she should know, but couldn’t retrieve it.

Experimented was right.

Natasha moves to seat at the bench to sit across from her.

Her face itches where the cut on her forehead is healing, and she suppresses the urge to touch it. Her whole body is itchy, uncomfortable and foreign.

Olivia looks to Clint, and deciding he’s asleep enough, starts to make coffee.

Natasha watches practices motions and refrains from talking.

She wants to ask her so much.

Waiting until Olivia sits, Natasha takes an offered coffee and they sip it together.

“Ask, if you need to,” she tells her, voice tired and resigned.

Natasha has so many, she thinks of the last couple of days. How impaired she had been to take care of herself, of Clint and how, if she was back in the red room, she would have been killed ten fold by now.

“How do you stop the nightmares? The flashbacks? How do I… I can’t sleep and then when I do… it bleeds into the day. I try.. But everything in me keeps remembering.”

Natasha holds back, the feelings and worries that have been plaguing her, she wishes she knew how to articulate them.

She feels like she’s going insane.

Wounds wide open and she can’t stop remembering.

Olivia looks at her, takes a slow sip of her drink.

“Your mind is an open wound, they’ve dug into in debrief and left it bleeding.”

Natasha nods.

It’s exactly what it is.

She feels like an exposed raw nerve.

Olivia sets down her coffee.

“We don’t have a lot of time together. Not what you need anyway.”

She sighs heavily, fatigue seeming to weigh her down, but the kindness and patience that she has always shown to Natasha remains.

“It’s not fair, that you have to deal with this. So the coping mechanisms I’m going to say to you I want you to use when and where possible. There are going to be a myriad of times, where they don’t work, but for a lot of the times it will.”

Natasha swallows, understanding what she’s saying.

“We haven’t the time so I need you to listen. To hear me. Okay?”

Olivia doesn’t even wait for her to respond.

“Being triggered, doesn’t apply to you because your nervous system is always going to be heightened, walking on eggshells, and when they crack, is likely going to be when you will feel it. With or without flashbacks, the emotions will come, and you won’t always understand it. When this happens I need you to note that it’s there, label it and stay with it, even for a moment.”

The urgency in her voice makes Natasha give undivided attention.

She doesn’t notice that Clint sits up, moves closer; but Olivia does.

“Emotions, they try and tell us something, things we aren’t subconsciously aware of, they sit in our body, in our chest, sometimes like a weight, sometimes like itch you can’t scratch. They can sit in our minds; numbing us to the world that’s happening around us. In small ways, in big ways too.”

Natasha feels her face grow hot.

Olivia’s words are true and she knows it.

“Work on finding where the emotion is in your body. Close your eyes, for a moment and extend your mind out. Learn Natasha, learn about emotions, their labels and how they feel. The Red Room didn’t care and the words you have for emotions mean nothing. You have to learn beyond happy and sad.”

Natasha swallows.

“Learn what happiness feels like, and remember it so you have something to compare it to. Learn anger, and how it’s different to hatred. Disappointment. Anxiety. Frustration. You know these in a sense, but your education on them is poor.”

Olivia stops, taking a breath and then a sip of her coffee, acknowledging Clint.

“Accept help from those that are willing but don’t trust blindly. You have your own thoughts and feelings and they matter too. Do you hear me?”

Olivia talks softer.

“They never taught you, because they never wanted you to know, how smart and powerful you are. The feelings and emotions and the rawness of it all won’t last forever. But when it comes do something with it. Do something with your hands like shooting a gun at the range, clean, shower, breathe. Anything that you can do that acknowledges the feelings but doesn’t erase them.”

She reaches across and grabs at Natasha’s hand, pulling her sleeve up to expose raw handcuffed chaffed wrists.

“Nights will be the hardest,” she acknowledges, “but they will get better.”

Natasha pulls away, embarrassed.

“Feel it,” encourages Olivia, “try not to hide from it.”

The silence in the room extends; but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“What if I can’t?” Natasha whispers.

Olivia smiles.

“Then you can’t. And you try again next time. This is not pass or fail. This is not the stakes of the Red Room. You won’t die because you can’t do something; even though it might feel like it.”

Finishing her coffee, Olivia stands.

“I’m truly sorry, Natasha, for everything you’ve been through. I can see why you’ve made it this far. I believe our paths will cross again, but it might not be for a while.”

Natasha nods, biting down on her lip.

The one person that understood her and everything she had been through… disappointment and grief floods her.

She feels it.

Olivia touches her hand again.

“You’re not without support.”

She nods to Clint.

Coulson bustles in and looks at the two women and Clint.

Daylight streams through the windows and Natasha feels herself withdraw.

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[soupbabe]

Hey soupboo-babe

Now this may be out of character but could you do Micheal Myers, Bo Sinclair, Ghostface going through something or having a breakdown and gn!reader comforts them?

It's okay if you don't wanna do this tho. Ty!

Comforting Slashers During a Breakdown

Featuring: Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair and Michael Myers

Giving u the soupboob pass because I'm a sucker for reverse comfort <33 didn't know what kind of Ghostface you wanted so I just went with Billy!

Major thank you to @bugginbeetlew for helping me with Billy's section! I was a lil bit lost writing him and he helped me sm !! A lot of his ideas are in his section<33

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Michael Myers

- Michael isn't prone to normal breakdowns, he gets more violent and lashes out a lot more

- When he feels like too much, he literally destroys everything around him might go out for a couple of kills too

- It's hard to bring him down to Earth, there's definitely a larger chance of you getting hurt in the process

- I think the best approach is to really be there for him either right before or right after he reaches a boiling point

- He'd still be in his feel feelings about everything, and sometimes what he needs is a solid hug

- Michael would feel a strange sense of vulnerability and it makes him uncomfortable. He usually strays away from physical contact, but for some reason he feels a weight lifted off of him when you wrap your arms around him

- Michael doesn't care for you helping him explain his feelings, it reminds him too much of his time with Dr. Loomis. It's better to just let the silence linger and let him relax in your embrace

- Sure it may not be the healthiest thing to let it all pass and never mention it again, but at least it could save someone's life (if you catch Michael just in time-)

Bo Sinclair

- Dare I say that Bo is the most self destructive out of the bunch

- I think he tries to hold himself to a high standard and set impossible goals, he stresses himself out constantly because of it

- Honestly he just wants someone to be gentle with him when he's breaking down

- While he is outwardly expressive, it's going to take everything for him to confront his feelings and let himself cry

- Bo and toxic masculinity go hand and hand like bread and butter

- Kiss him gently, hold him close, give him so much reassurance he needs it so much

- Tell him it's okay to cry, your shared room is now a private and safe space where he feels comfortable to do so

- Whispering to Bo that you love him just the way he is, that he shouldn't feel like he should go above and beyond to be loved will start the waterworks omg he will never be letting you go

Billy Loomis

- It's very easy for Billy to break down when things are out of his control and no where close to the night he has planned

- Leading up to it all, he becomes a lot more snappy and prone to make threats. And mid breakdown, he will be punching walls and screaming

- Everything festers to anger doesn't matter how he felt initially

- Billy prefers being left alone during these moments, it's embarrassing to him if you walk in on everything and it's very uncomfortable

- He always felt like he had to only rely on himself, so having help when it's not asked for or planned doesn't stick well to him

- I think comfort can happen in a very late stage of Billy breakdowns: self loathing

- After blaming everyone else, after taking his anger out on any and everything around him, there's a rare chance you'll see him feeling bad for himself and tearing himself apart

- That's when you can sweep in and just kinda baby him: sweep the hair out of his face, take care of his bloody and bruised knuckles, shower him with tenderness.

-It's where he's feeling the softest and he needss you

[thefixations-ofmine]

Kinktober 2024 - Choking & Marking

Pairing: BuckTommy Word count: 4.2k Warnings: choking, belt whipping, spitting, use of kitten, use of daddy, faint mention of blood, emotional sex, basically Buck wants Tommy to hurt his sadness away Summary: Buck's had enough of his new captain already, and he tries to seek solace in his boyfriend, hoping to spend a night getting angry together. The conversation quickly switches into a physical need, and into a kink they would both experience for the first time together. A/N: This one's heavy and hot!! I go carried away and decided to join the two prompts together because I get including a bit of both into each other. This follows when Buck 'saves' Gerrard and is feeling conflicted. Main Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist | AO3

“Tommy…” Buck manages to say with a shaky voice, interrupting the basketball game on TV, and Tommy hurries to mute it. “I need to tell you something.”

It had only been a few months, but Tommy was a pro of the Evan intonation chart, and the way his name came out pinched his heart. Not only that, but Tommy knew there was something wrong as soon as he had walked into the loft before dinner; from the lack of prolonged eye contact to the way Evan stayed in lounge clothes after his shower - he always puts jeans and a nice shirt on when they have dinner. He thinks it’s a bad call at work, but it could also be trouble with Captain Asshat.

It’s usually the latter.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

When Evan doesn’t follow with a question or complaint, Tommy prompts him further;

“You know…” He reaches over to run some fingers in Evan’s untamed curls. “I only love it when you're silent if you’re on your knees.” There’s a twitch in the corner of Evan’s mouth, but Tommy’s not convinced. He brings his hand down to the back of his head, and Evan lets it fall forward violently with a sob, giving Tommy a non-verbal answer. There’s a moment where Tommy wants to pull him close, stuff him in his shirt and let him cry it out. But a previous challenging conversation had allowed him to know it’s better to let Evan think it through and reach out on his own. So he settles his free hand on Evan’s thigh, massaging his nape with the other.

“I couldn’t believe Hen when she used to talk about him, and all the things he did to her,” Evan starts. His nostrils flare but he’s still breathing steadily. “She laughed about it as she was remembering it all, but I don’t think it's a laughing matter.”

“Everyone copes differently, honey. I remember Hen was already cracking jokes about it when I was still at the 118 and Bobby took over.” He pauses, studies. Evan shakes his head and scuffs, like he doesn’t believe him.

“He really did a number on me, Tommy. Ho-how can someone be so-”

“Not like you?” Tommy finishes. His question is greeted with a stern look as Evan sits up straighter and turns towards him. He must have expected his boyfriend, who was under the same predicament some years ago to take his side so they could take turns bashing Gerrard. But;

“How can you not be mad? He’s insufferable and grotesque and I don’t even think he’s allowing himself to show his full potential,” Evan says, his face reddening.

“Why do you really want to talk about him, Evan? You’ll only get yourself riled up.” Tommy raises a brow and searches for the shift of colour in Evan’s eyes. It’s a second later when he reaches for his hands and adds something about Evan being a trustworthy partner, a good person, that the dots connect. 

“I-I think.” Tommy doesn’t like the new emotion in his boyfriend’s eyes. He scooches closer, holds Evan’s shoulders and nods for him to keep going.

“I think I wanted to hurt him. For hurting me. Nobody reacts, Tommy! Nobody wants him to stop! A-and he pushed me to my limit and-” 

“That’s not what I heard,” Tommy interrupts, trying to keep the gas away from the fire. Eddie was quick in keeping him in the loop of the event, knowing his best friend was going to spiral until they had confirmation that Gerrard was okay. Oddly enough, the entire crew wishes he’ll be okay.

“Let’s not dwell into the if’s and what’s of the situation, honey. How can I help you move onward?” Tommy lets himself burst into Evan’s bubble then, needing to show him he is understood and supported. He kisses his temple before continuing; “Gerrard will not change, but I want to help you get through this. Baby, I’ll do anything to see you at ease.”

“Tommy,” Evan replies, stretching the last syllable. His eyes turn dark behind the faint sheen of tears welling up. “I’m sorry, it’s all so much and I know he’s been mean to you but you’re, you’re so strong, and I can’t-” He stops to take a breath, brings his hand to his chest to soothe himself but the words fail him. 

Tommy reaches for Evan’s leg furthest from him and tugs until he’s got him straddling his lap. Evan is quick to lean forward and connect their mouths furiously. As with most things in their relationship so far, proximity comes easily and words that were left unspoken appear in the form of touches and sounds, and right now it’s in the hunger with which Evan maul’s his boyfriend’s face that foreshadows the mood for the upcoming hours. There’s teeth, and noses bumping, and saliva and a very baffled moan from Tommy;

“Evan, baby.” Tommy pulls him back merely an inch to breathe his name. “I think I know what you need, kitten, but you have to tell me.”

Evan takes an audible gulp and as he closes his eyes, brings his forehead to Tommy’s and then asks;

“Will-would you hurt me? Hurt me so I can feel it for days and focus on the physical pain when he asks me to wash the bathroom again.” He pulls back and toys with the buckle on Tommy’s belt. “I need to hurt because someone loves me, please.” There it is. The reason for the turmoil and why Evan didn’t want Tommy to diminish his anger, burn down the flame inside him that he needs help to extinguish. Even though Gerrard would most likely not step foot into the station for a while, Tommy’s happy to oblige. He takes note to unravel the rest of the trauma another day, for now he brings himself to his feet with Evan wrapped around him, and chuckles deep from his chest;

“Oh, sweet boy.”

*

“Sit on the bed, kitten.” Buck proceeds with the order while Tommy changes the lighting in the room to be much dimmer and sets his phone onto the dresser with a soft ballad playlist streaming through their portable speaker. He’s ecstatic, sitting patiently while his boyfriend takes care of every little detail, watching the way his body moves in his clothes as he walks away. He wonders why Tommy makes a round in the bathroom because all their necessities are in the bedside table. But Tommy comes back to his spot on the bed just as fast, standing between his spread legs and grabs Buck’s chin like he had for their first kiss, bringing their lips together in a rather chaste kiss for the context of the night.

“Promise me one thing,” Tommy says softly against Buck’s mouth, not entirely switched into his role yet. They’d played on the line of a dom/sub connection more than once, but it was more of an exchange of power between two cocky big men trying to make the other cum faster. This was new. This was the first “first” they would be sharing . And it worked better than Viagra on Buck’s already tense body.

“Anything daddy,” Buck follows, Tommy’s mouth spreads in a devilish grin.

“This is your moment. I will take pleasure in making you feel good, but we stop if you call it quits.” Tommy watches carefully into Buck’s eyes and it sends a shiver up his spine. He had pondered over asking Tommy for something like this for a while, but it always felt out of place. “I’ll need a safe word, because I feel like tears will be involved and they won’t make me stop.” 

Buck’s jaw goes slack at the drop in energy in the room. For a second before Tommy brings his thumb into his mouth, Buck finds himself in a dizzy spell, already mesmerized by the concept of getting physically hurt and turned-on simultaneously.

“Evan,” Tommy warns, pulling his thumb out with Buck’s lips tight around it.

“Chopper.”

“Aw, kitten. I love it.” Buck’s eyes water with pride when Tommy’s lips press on his forehead. “Alright, do you have an idea of what you actually-” Buck’s cutting him to the chase, hands already busy unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops in a swift movement. He brings it behind his head, and in front of Tommy’s surprised expression, fastens it around his throat, making sure the metal digs deliciously in his skin.

“Fuck,” Tommy whimpers. He unbuttons his jeans and Buck busies himself with discarding his t-shirt. Before either of them can keep undressing, Tommy gets a hold of the dangling part of the belt by Buck’s shoulder and forces him to tilt his head up.

“You know I love and respect you, right?” Tommy punctuates with a proving kiss. Buck nods eagerly, eyes still glistening but full of admiration despite Tommy’s shift in posture and the blue of his eyes turning into tormented waters. Buck isn’t the biggest Tik Tok savvy, but he has stumbled upon the whole MaskTok parade before, and he’s slowly getting the whole hype behind it.

“Good, because it might feel like I don’t for a while.” Yeah, he fucking gets it.

There’s no time for adaptation and Buck’s quite thankful for that - not that he might have backed down, but he wants to make the most of their shared high. He knows this is going to ask a lot from Tommy, and he’s planning on benefiting every second. So when Tommy takes a step back and tugs on the belt, Buck’s falling to his knees with an exaggerated whine, like a sinner on judgement day.

He takes no time in taking Tommy’s pants the rest of the way down, and throws them blindly towards the hamper, his face already buried deep in the crease of Tommy’s thigh. He takes a deep breath, runs his hands up the back of Tommy’s thighs to ground himself, and he lets the scent burn through his nervous system like nitrous, cock filling up all the way until it jumps up onto his stomach. Tommy had given him a sample of a Poppers bottle he had at the bottom of his gym bag so they could fuck after exhausting shift a week back, but this… The raw masculinity of it all will never fail to get Buck’s body up and ready for his man.

Tommy’s dick sits pretty on his forehead, leaking impatiently all over his hair while Buck is busy bouncing his balls in his mouth. Tommy said it; this is your night. And Buck doesn’t half-ass anything in life, and he’s not going to start in the bedroom. Buck feels the faint pull of the belt around his neck, and he knows Tommy’s not about to let him down either.

He pops Tommy’s balls out of his mouth after tugging them down gently, and with the gathered saliva, he flattens his tongue to the underside of Tommy’s dick and slicks him up from base to tip. Buck doesn’t tease for very long. As soon as the saltiness of Tommy’s precum hit his tongue the flames of arousal took over and he found himself with his lips wrapped around Tommy to about half of him. He’s a challenge, that man, but Buck was born an overachiever. He bobs off, and on, and off, until he’s satisfied with how slippery the situation is, and with another deep breath he leans forward until his nose folds onto Tommy’s pubes.

“Good booooy,” Tommy praises, growling. When Buck looks up, Tommy’s head is tilted to the ceiling and he can see him swallow; a non-verbal praise he had quickly caught on. Buck pulls back entirely, coughing up a string of sticky saliva that he catches with his hand to stroke Tommy while he prepares for war. It’s not long before Tommy huffs in a tone that would usually be hurtful and diminishing, but it’s doing it for the both of them. His gaze meets Buck’s, his eyes black;

“I need to feel that throat again.” Tommy tells him, tugging on the belt as encouragement.

It would probably not surprise anyone - if he could talk about his bedroom prowesses at work - that Buck is even more of a sucker for success with his partner. He never really understood the whole shtick of dominating someone in bed, because to him that had always been obvious seeing he was bigger than his previous partners. But now that he’s on his knees, hearing them scream against the cold wooden floor, with his mouth covered in precum and his life perilously handed to a man arguably bigger than himself, he gets it. And he wants to live in this state of mind forever. Because he had already given his whole heart to Tommy anyway, so what’s a little erotic breath play on a cosy Thursday night.

“I’m all yours,” Buck says simply with a cheeky wink.

Buck leans forward with the pull so he can swallow him down again and he moans until it’s physically impossible for his vocal cords to vibrate, letting the weight of Tommy’s dick settle onto his tongue. There’s the saltiness, the satin of his skin and the pattern of his veins that all send his brain into a trance. Buck sucks, bobs, licks. He’s handling Tommy like he’d been doing this since his college years, using the tips and tricks he had watched happen to him many times. The tongue twist, the slit probing and even the faint drag of his teeth around him. Buck knew them all, and sucking dick had easily become a top three sexual act of his.

The belt twists a little so that the handle sits behind his head, bringing him to pull back until his lips are wrapped around Tommy’s tip. The buckle tugs at the raised hair on his nape, and he looks up, knowing Tommy’s about to make this all about him and Buck anchors his hands onto his knees. Tommy pulls out entirely, purses his lips and nods down at Buck who eagerly opens his mouth and waits. Then Tommy spits into his mouth and he’s being shoved back onto his dick with no time to swallow.

“You’re a fucking vision on your knees,” Tommy jokes though he’s very much smug about it and his face is scrunched in a stern look. Buck would have chuckled at the recall, but what comes out is a muffled cough that bubbles up the saliva around his mouth and wets Tommy’s bush. His cheeks redden nonetheless at the compliment.

*

Evan is thrown unceremoniously onto his stomach at the edge of the bed, and Tommy has to keep himself from apologizing, his default threatening to pop out every now and then as if he hadn’t just been pumping himself into Evan’s face until the poor man nearly puked. They had established signals, so that was always evaded - it didn’t keep a pool of saliva from forming on the ground though, and for Evan’s face to look like a slip-n-slide.

“You know how fucking proud I am, kitten?” Tommy’s leaning his entire weight over Evan’s back, whispering in his ear. He reaches to undo the belt and loop it off of Evan’s neck, cupping his jaw to turn his face into a searing kiss.

“Tha-thank you daddy,” Evan gargles the words as best he can.

Much like the beginning of the session, Evan waits for Tommy’s commands or for a nudge into the next phase, and Tommy’s high on the power he’s entrusted with. He stands back straight and settles the belt onto Evan’s back, just for safekeeping and proceeds to dance his thumb over his asshole. It’s not much different from their usual love making; firm circles just on the outside of the muscle until he can feel Evan relax for him and he can intrude his body with ease. Though this time he may have reached the last knuckle in a few seconds shorter, no spit nor lube, guided by the mere excitement of his eager partner wolfing down his every move.

“Where do you want it to hurt, Evan?” He’s nice enough to ask, but he punctuates his question with a hard slap to the soft flesh of Evan’s ass. He’s not pushy this time, letting him make his mind on what would be following him for presumably the next week or so.

“M-my stomach?”

“Why are you asking me, kitten? Unless you want me to cho-”

“N-no, please. I want it to be my stomach,” Evan corrects with a high-pitched whine. He wiggles his body against Tommy’s and Tommy has to warn him with another slap. He pulls out his thumb and throws the belt on the other end of the bed before flipping Evan to his back and pointing him to climb a little higher. Tommy sees the never fading amazement in Evan’s eyes at how easy he is to be tossed around, and Tommy gleams at the silent praise and has to keep his smile from ruining his dom façade.

“Colour, baby?” Tommy says. He settles himself between Evan’s legs and brings them to wrap around his waist.

“Green. So fucking green Tommy!”

Tommy takes a deep breath for his own sake, for the actions he’s about to commit and how long he’s going to have to hold his pleasure back while watching Evan go through a spiral of emotions. He spits into his hand for good measure and adds it to the drying mess on his dick. He plunges into Evan just as smoothly as his thumb had despite the short prep, just halfway through to build suspense. Their unison groan fills the room over the faint hum of guitar.

“Please,” Evan whispers, and Tommy snaps seeing his face. He grabs the back of Evan’s knees and folds him until he can reach his face to kiss him again. And again, until their lips sting and they’re panting together and while Tommy’s got his eyes level with Evan’s, he penetrates him to the brim, seeing the whole body shiver run between them and finishing in yet another tear down his cheek. Tommy leans down to lick at it while he starts moving his hips in calculated thrusts, fingers digging painfully into Evan’s calves as he finds leverage. The belt sits right in the corner of his eyes and Tommy sighs, leaning to soothe Evan’s throat with kisses where it had left red streaks into his skin, before he leans back onto his heels and wraps the metal of the buckle into his hand, leaving just about ten inches of loose leather coming out of his fist. He kneads into the flesh just under Evan’s belly button with his free hand. He massages and slaps it lightly between every other grab, remembering how everything needs its own preparation.

Evan’s cock is leaking between them, standing full-mast and bobbing in tide with Tommy’s steady thrusts. Tommy wraps his hand around it, giving it much needed attention before he presses it onto his own stomach and out of the way of his first strike. The leather screams against Evan’s right side, the rectangular mark puffing up in a second. Given the continuous spasms of Evan’s dick in his hand and how he grips the sheets like he does from a rough dicking down, Tommy knows he’s doing something right. So he bites his bottom lip and takes his right hand down to smack the other side, with just a little more meaning behind his movement. Then another above the right one, and another down the middle.

“You’re doing so good, kitten. Daddy’s so proud of how strong you are.” He keeps his voice low, rumbling from his burning gut and he focuses on fucking into him harder for a few minutes. He’s achingly hard. He’s immensely turned on. With every subtle green light Evan is giving him, Tommy proceeds with the matter at hand, keeping his promise and pushing his own pleasure on the back burner for a fleeting moment. Without pause, he gives both sides of Evan’s stomach unforgiving strikes, the last one creating enough friction to bring up blood. When Tommy’s assured that it doesn’t run out like an open wound, he follows the attack with another wave of thrusts, and he lets himself savour it while Evan catches his breath; his lips coming down to Evan’s right nipple to play with, while his left hand keeps a uniform pattern tugging and twisting around his very sticky dick. When he goes to sit back again, Evan tugs onto his arm;

“Ch-chopper,” he whimpers. “I’m, I’m okay. I just...” Tommy kisses his cheek and the floodgates open. He unravels the belt from his hand and it clunks onto the floor, and Tommy wraps his arms under Evan’s shoulders to envelop him, squeezing his face in the crook of his shoulder.

*

“I got you, baby. You did so good.” Tommy kisses up his neck, up his jaw, up his hairline. “You did so good,” he repeats, then takes the opportunity to flip them around so he can let Buck breathe and Tommy runs his hands onto his skin. He tells Buck to sync his breaths with his, to focus on the beat of his heart and he’ll be alright. Then Tommy starts humming to “Wild Love” by James Bay and once Buck starts listening attentively to the lyrics echoing through the room, his body finds ground and he immediately settles. If he’s being honest with himself, he could easily take more of the physical pain. The burn and sting are still throbbing through his entire body and he’s loving it. And he’s loving that Tommy was there with him and agreed wholeheartedly to this peculiar demand. But the entire point of the act was to burst the angering aura around him, and sadly that happened sooner than later. Tommy stretches away for a second to retrieve the box of tissues and Buck laughs at the gesture, joking about how his face must be in need of a buffer after everything.

Then Tommy brings him into another hug, and their dicks frot involuntarily between their bodies, making Buck hiss. He turns even redder.

“I’m so close, Tommy. Fuck, you were so hot all controlling.” Evan pants into his neck, a mixture of excitement and the last few sobs of his exhaustion. “A-are you..?”

“Evan, sweetheart, I had to crisp my body so many times to not ruin your moment. I can get us there quickly and we can see if a round two in the shower is something possible?” Tommy wiggles his brows, his goofiness back once the mask fell off. Buck’s heart skips a beat, and he grabs Tommy’s face to kiss him yet again.

“Get on your back, old man.” They both laugh though there’s a small hint of “you’re gonna get it” in Tommy’s that he intends on proving. Buck is quicker however, and pins Tommy down with a big hand to his chest, while the other aligns him to his entrance. He makes quick work into sitting completely onto Tommy, and they both sigh and get grabby immediately. Buck leans forward, finding support on Tommy’s collarbones while he finds it in himself to work his sore muscles. He rocks up and down, swirls for a second and repeats. He whines when Tommy brings his hand onto his waist, his thumbs scraping over his marks deliciously in a silent plea for control. He sits back until he can reach for Tommy’s thighs and anchors himself, the skin on his stomach pulling so slightly with the position. Tommy keeps a strong grip onto his hips and starts fucking up into him, letting his dick come right at the edge and then slamming back in, hitting all the right spots that has Buck moaning and sweating again in seconds.

Buck lets his head lull back, letting the collection of feelings take the reins and bring him over the edge. 

“Tommy!” His body goes slack, bar his dick which happily jumps with every spurt that comes out - twelve times, he counted - all over Tommy’s already glistening stomach, and it doesn’t take long before Tommy’s pulling him down so he can groan his own release into his mouth, lips barely touching but the action overflows with meaning. They take up each other’s oxygen for another five, six, or ten minutes; none of them really knowing how long they stayed in that position because the exhaustion crept in suddenly.

“So, that was okay?” Tommy whispers and Buck chuckles. 

“Yes. That was perfect,” Buck replies and pulls back a few inches. “Thank you, honestly.”

“Anything for you, baby. I told you.” 

“I could get used to that.” Buck sits up slowly, noticing how every single joint screams in terror of having to get his body anywhere in the next twenty-four hours. Luckily;

“How about a hot shower? And hot tea? And cuddling with your hot boyfriend?” Tommy sing-songs as he sits up as well, eyeing the clock. He gets up, and Buck admires him with a slight surprise; maybe he will have to stop teasing him about his age because clearly the Muay Thai is keeping him in splendid shape.

“You can ogle all you want in the shower, Evan. All you gotta do is stand there and be pretty and I’ll do all the rest!” 

“I love you, Tommy.” Buck sighs dreamily and finally gets up.

“I love you too, Evan”

Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in future works!

[hiskillingjar]

Begging screaming and crying for something with teen edgelord oleander 🙏

absolutely you fucking can

1000+ words. sfw. cw for self harm, violent descriptions, dead animals, and uh. what i can only describe as OCD + jealousy spurned (vaguely) incestuous intrusive thoughts

“Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

Famous last words, before the gunshot and the splatter of blood, bone and brain matter out the back of a hostage’s head, almost black against the cement wall.

Lawrence stared at his laptop screen, his grey eyes fixed on the newest video on the front page of Liveleak that morning.

The hostage was a soldier and the shooter was probably another soldier, fighting a war thousands of miles from his house in the woods. Lawrence didn't tend to read the descriptions of the videos anymore, since he was more interested in the viscerality of what was posted.

Or, they should have been visceral. 

Lately, he wasn't getting the kinds of reactions from himself that he used to. 

He just sort of felt...numb to it all now, the worst gunshots and car accidents barely raising an eyebrow, let alone inspiring a gasp or a turned stomach.

Maybe that just meant he needed to up the stakes a little. Find a website that posted worse videos, more gruesome ones, and maybe then he'd start feeling something again.

"Dad's home," His sister, Lily, swung around his door frame, practically out of nowhere (he didn’t hear her coming up the stairs, she was that quiet), making him flinch and quickly shut his laptop, lest she see what he was looking at on a Saturday afternoon while she and Laurel were playing outside. "He's got a deer tied to the front of his truck."

"...Buck or doe?" Lawrence asked as he sat up, pushing a hand through his greasy hair.

He’d shower today. Or maybe Monday, before school.

"I dunno," She shrugged. "Whatever doesn't have horns."

"Antlers," Lawrence mumbled with a roll of his eyes, standing from his bed and setting his laptop down on the desk. "So it's a doe then. A girl deer."

"Aw, that's sad," Lily pouted, leaning in the doorframe, inadvertently pushing her chest forward. "What if it's, like, Bambi's mom or something?"

"Bambi isn't real," Lawrence said somewhat curtly, looking over his shoulder with a hard look before looking back towards his window when he saw Lily was wearing a low-cut sundress. "And Dad's killed a ton of girl deer before. Why do you care about them now?"

"Mm...I guess I didn't think about it before." She said before shrugging her freckled shoulders and skipping back the way she came, down the loft steps, clearly not bothered enough by their father's hunting habits to be too concerned by it.

Easy for her. 

She wasn't the person who was going to get called on to help skin it.

She wasn’t going to have to pin the doe down, spread her limbs out, open her up, watch her bleed as he stripped her to muscle and bone.

It was always so easy for Lily. 

And for Laurel, too, even if she was the more boy-ish one of the twins, sometimes more boy-ish than Lawrence himself was.

Hands clenched into fists at his side, Lawrence pressed his lips together tightly and let out a long, shaking breath through his nose, feeling his gut churn as he kept thinking about Lily in her sundress.

Yellow, adorned with daisies, white cotton socks and yellow jelly shoes to match her dress. Lily entertained her mother’s wishes for a ‘real girl’ in a ‘family of hunters’ (like Lawrence was any good at hunting anyway), a willing doll to dress up, that Laurel didn’t allow her and that Lawrence wasn’t allowed to want.

He quickly reached for the military tin on his desk, which contained his razors.

Lily’s sundress, her freckled shoulders and pale, burgeoning chest, her smiling lips and gap teeth.

He brought his other hand up and dug the blade of the cleanest razor into his wrist, barely feeling it.

Her jelly shoes which were caked with mud from playing outside, her thin legs marred with bruises and scrapes when it got too rough.

The cut stung a little more as he dragged the razor deeper into his skin, his long fingers trembling as he forced himself to feel the pain, feel it, you fucking degenerate, feel it.

Her flushed cheeks, even though she was never told off, never taught how to skin a buck, never reprimanded for crying as she did it, never told to stop crying, suck it up and cut your hair because you look like a fucking faggot, fucking faggot, FUCKING FAGGOT-

"Lawrence."

Lawrence flinched at the stern, solid sound of his father's voice, quickly turning around and pulling his hoodie sleeve down over his marred wrist, his razor digging into his palm.

"You see that doe on my car?" Father asked with a proud grin, his hands on his hips, a pocket knife on a carabiner swinging from his cargo shorts, never far away from tools of violence. “Me and the boys ‘been camping since six this morning for that beauty. Your old man got it in-,” He raised a hand up, extending two fingers towards the young boy and mimed a gunshot towards him. PEW! “One shot. Is that cool or what?!” 

"Um, yeah, Dad," Lawrence nodded, his eyes stinging from the pain in his wrist, threatening to tear up. "It's…really cool. Nice one."

"Damn right it is," He smiled even broader with a satisfied nod. "You're gonna help with skinning, so your mother can use it for dinner tomorrow."

It's not phrased like a question anymore. It's a demand.

You're going to. You will.

"Yeah," Lawrence nodded too, giving Father his best approximation of a smile possible. He had no doubt that Father wouldn’t see how empty it was. "Um, just give me a minute and I'll be out in a sec."

"I'll be counting!" Father called behind him as he paced away, floorboards creaking under his weight as he jogged down the stairs and left him to it.

Lawrence let out a strangled little whimper as he pulled his sodden jacket sleeve up, inspecting the damage he’d done to himself in his pursuit for absolution.

Multiple cuts, deep and painful and still oozing with blood. His palm had been sliced open too, but not nearly as bad as his wrists had been.

“Fuck,” He murmured, chewing the inside of his cheek, his teeth grinding (too tight in his skull) as he grabbed for the military tin again for a roll of bandages. 

“Dad’s gonna kill me…”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 21 Punk Hazard!

There is SO much that happens in this arc! (The ONE time I don’t remember much 💀) however I definitely believe Reader will end up kidnapped by Caesar Clown (As ordered by Doflamingo who has big plans for her from her stunt at Marineford) and he manages to get some of her blood (For some experiments) and discovers some fascinating properties in her blood

Also devious ideas for Momonosuke having a big fat crush on Reader (Evil Laughter)

Y/N and the Straw Hats finally enter the New World (And promise Shirahoshi and their allies that they’ll come back again, especially since they plan to make Fishman Island their territory)

After that ordeal Nami decides to take a nice shower and has Reader join her to help her get nice and clean after such an intense adventure and battle (When they were done, Nami helped Y/N into a pair of clean clothes)

Reader wanted to play, however all the exhaustion finally crashed down on her and she felt very sleepy, and went to her bedroom to take a nap (She wanted to stay up and do more adventure, but Luffy promises to wake her up if he sees Adventure)

However they received a distress call for help on an island called Punk Hazard that they’re being attacked by a Samurai

If Reader is with Zoro, Robin, Luffy and Usopp then Ace is also there (And when they have to cross the icy and flaming waters, Ace uses his boat to get him and Reader across *As everyone else is too big and heavy to join him on his transportation*)

When Zoro, Luffy and Mama Robin are laughing evilly over getting some warm coats, Ace is in the background using his DF to keep his body warm as well as for Reader (And he’s careful that he doesn’t burn her) as she’s shivering a bit from the chill

They couldn’t find a coat to fit her, so Robin makes a flap in the front/back of Luffy/Ace/Zoro’s coat for Reader to stay warm in (Commenting that he looks like a Kangaroo and Reader looks like his baby Joey *Usopp and Brook are laughing hysterically*)

When they meet Kin’emon and Momonosuke (Momo develops a small crush on Reader) but Y/N’s brothers, uncle (Franky) and her grandpa (Brook) aren’t amused, minus Luffy, since he’s too dumb to realize this until Zoro tells him, then he’s on the same boat with everyone else (Meanwhile, Nami and Robin think it’s cute that Reader has a friend around her age to spend time with)

Caesar might try to take some of Reader’s blood (For experiments) and accidentally saw strange properties within her blood, and with a few tests he discovers a shocking discovery, Reader’s blood has phenomenal abilities that can advance his ‘research’ (Cruel and Inhumane Experiments and Weapons) he just needs a LOT more of her blood (History repeats itself) one of them being she can be the key to reach immortality! (So Reader is currently running away as fast as she can away from the Scary Man, only to get caught and hooked up on an operation table)

However Law finds her and helps her (He was shocked to find her there)

When Luffy fought Caesar, he went on about how a ‘Simpleton’ like Luffy and his crew can’t understand how to ‘properly use’ Reader (Luffy feels rage, especially when he recalls how scared Reader was)

Reader is proceeding to cry when her family finds her as she’s sobbing silently and violently trembling in their arms (When they see the machine Reader was hooked up too and some of her blood, they instantly connected the dots on what happened and look absolutely murderous, especially since this level of fear she’s showing is something incredibly raw, a few they all understand all to well)

When Reader finds out about the other children being experimented on she demands to go back because she wants to help them, just like how she wished to be helped (This answer made her family understand that Reader is opening up a bit about her trauma)

Reader raised her voice for the first time begging her Brothers to help save the children as she wants to help them! (She also wants to help Law)

When Caesar was defeated and Sanji whipping up a lot of food of them, the Marines and the children, Reader joins Law to help the kids (And uses her powers to the best of her ability to help relieve them of their pain)

Reader says hello to Smoker and Tashigi and tell her she’s not a prisoner (They definitely believe she’s been brainwashed if she thinks she’s safe around Pirates, but know Reader is most likely better off with Straw Hat Luffy than anyone else)

Sorry if this is a jumbled mess I can’t remember much about what happened in Punk Hazard (I just know that I hate and would gladly kill Caesar Clown)

-It had been a long day for you, leaving Fishman Island, and after a big meal and a bath with Nami, you were knocked out almost instantly, sawing logs as soon as your head hit the pillow.

-You woke up to loud shouting and you sat up, a big groggy and you headed to the door, opening it and seeing Luffy holding a Den-Den Mushi, a distress signal being sent out that whoever was calling was being attacked by a samurai.

-Brook kneeled beside you, noticing you first as you looked up at him, “What’s a samurai?” and he explained it to you, telling you that it’s a swordsman from a nation called Wano, and Luffy decided to head to Punk Hazard.

-The island was so weird! Half of it was covered in ice, the other covered in flames, which made you very confused on how the ice didn’t melt and how the fire wasn’t being put out by the ice.

-Ace, Luffy, Robin, Zoro, and Usopp were the ones to go onto the island, and despite begging to go too, they didn’t want to risk you getting burnt.

-You did pout only slightly, wanting to go explore with them on this new adventure, but seeing all the fire, you were a little nervous, and relented.

-As the ship sailed to the other side of the island, that was covered in snow, you were in awe, wanting to go and play in the snow. You then heard Franky, “Oi who the hell are you?!” everyone turned, seeing unknown men in hazmat suits jumping aboard the ship, but before anyone could do anything- they knocked everyone out.

-You’re not sure how much time had passed, but you felt the gentle brush of fingers on your cheeks, “Are you awake?” you didn’t know the voice and your eyes opened before they went wide, seeing a little pink dragon staring down at you.

-You didn’t know where you were when you sat up, tears coming to your eyes before the dragon panicked, “Don’t cry- I’m going to protect you! I am Momonosuke- the next Shogun of Wano!!” you recalled Wano, as you tilted your head to the side, looking adorable, “The land of samurais?”

-Momo instantly flushed- you were so cute!! He nodded, looking quite pleased with himself, “Yes- you are correct fair maiden!” he talked kind of funny as you looked around this room, finding yourself on a small cot, “Where are we?”

-Momo looked around, as he wasn’t supposed to be here, but he had heard of a young girl being brought in, and he wanted to make sure she was safe, while avoiding the guards himself, “On Punk Hazard- it’s a former World Government base, but now it’s- it’s something else, a lab.”

-Before you could ask him any more questions, voices filled the air near the door and Momo spoke, “I’ll come find you later, what’s your name?” you smiled up at him, “I’m Y/N!” he nodded and disappeared through a vent as the door opened, revealing a man who looked like he was made of clouds but also looked like a clown.

-He smiled broadly, seeing you awake, “Ahh Y/N you’re finally awake- I was concerned why you weren’t waking up!” he picked you up, despite being made of clouds, which made you curious, playing with his shoulder that kept making whisps, “You’re made of clouds?” he laughed at your naivety, “No my dear- I’m made of gas, I ate the Gas-Gas Fruit- marvelous isn’t it? But not as marvelous as you!”

-You were confused by what he meant, he didn’t seem scary, as he was smiling and laughing, like he was having fun while walking down the hallway with you.

-What felt like hours later, you were sobbing, a washcloth in your mouth, stuffed there after Caesar got tired of your crying and screaming for your brothers.

-When he saw you on the ship, he knew this was going to be a glorious chance to get his hands on you!

-He had been vying for you ever since your abilities had been made public, and as he experimented on you, drawing blood from you, he found that this wasn’t a Devil Fruit ability- this was something you could do yourself!!

-He had torn the clothes from your body, seeing the scars, seeing that someone else knew this fact about you as well, knowing what you could do as you were strapped down, crying heavily, reliving old trauma of being trapped while being tortured here.

-You were so scared, your heartrate was through the roof and you felt like throwing up, but you couldn’t, your arms and legs as well as your torso and head were strapped down, unable to move, unable to escape.

-Caesar looked like a child in a candy store, watching your horn flare to life as your ability healed another six cuts on your arm. You were getting dizzy now, a fever starting to form, which he recorded, “Hmm- it’s probably due to your age that your ability seems to be so weak. Ahh the limitations of youth~ I wonder what you will be like when you’re older!”

-You could barely understand him through the haze of the pain and your fever, you just wanted the pain to stop- you wanted Luffy and Ace, Sanji, and Robin- you wanted your family- you wanted to go home!!

-When the whole island seemed to shake, an earthquake it felt like, Caesar pulled back, a scowl on his lips, questioning the guards who were in the area what was going on, but nobody seemed to have an answer.

-He left you, promising to return shortly to have more fun, as you broke down, your tears unable to stop as you started to tremble, going into shock.

-You heard the sound of the door opening, and you didn’t know if you had passed out, so you don’t know how much time had passed, but you heard someone whisper out a naughty word and you looked up, seeing a new man there, wearing a leopard seal hat.

-He quickly moved to your side and worked quickly on getting you free, gritting his teeth lightly. He couldn’t bear to see such a young child being tortured like this- he was a pirate, a warlord, but he wasn’t heartless!

-Law knew that the Straw Hats were looking for you, he recalled how enraged Luffy and Ace had been when they learned you had been taken. Normally he would have teased them for not having weaknesses, but he kept quiet, as he remembered his own little sister, who he had been unable to help.

-Law pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a blanket before holding you close. You didn’t know this man, but unlike Caesar, he wasn’t hurting you, he was helping you.

-Law pulled out his sword, and slashed at the room, destroying all the evidence and machines, as well as the vials of your blood, not wanting a child to be turned into a weapon. He knew the government was after you, and he knew that Doflamingo was after you- and Law knew all too well how dangerous that could be.

-He glanced down at you, seeing that you had a fever and spoke quietly, “I know you are tired, but try to stay awake.” You nodded softly, looking up at him, curious as to where you remember him from.

-When he stopped in a quiet area, allowing himself a breather, you spoke up, smiling softly as you remembered, “I remember you- you had a fluffy polar bear.” He smiled softly, happy that you had remembered Bepo, and through his friend, you remembered him. He was glad that you didn’t remember what he had unintentionally taught you.

-Law felt the rumbles of the various attacks through the building, as he scowled softly, after he had teamed up with Smoker and the Straw Hats to defeat Caesar and his forces, as well as looking for you as you were the only one who was missing.

-Law had been stunned by the faith Luffy had put in him, entrusting him with finding you, and while not happy being given orders by someone else, Law couldn’t help but squeeze you a bit tighter, feeling relief that he did find you.

-Footsteps filled his ears and Law turned, his eyes widening, seeing Vergo there, who looked unimpressed, “Law- what do you think you’re doing with Y/N?” Law ground his teeth slightly, glaring as he knew that Vergo had already reported to Doflamingo about his betrayal, but now, facing off against him, he knew he had to keep you safe.

-Law hesitated in fighting, wondering if he should just flee, or if he should put you down, but that would give an opportunity for Vergo to grab you, or someone else to grab you.

-Law inhaled deeply, holding you on his hip, turning so you would be shielded, “You and Doflamingo will not hurt this child again.” He swallowed his fear as Vergo glared down at him, trying to intimidated him, like old times.

-You clutched onto Law’s jacket tightly, the sounds of fighting ringing in your ears as your head was pounding, you felt so sick- so weak. Caesar had taken so much blood from you and made you use your quirk so much that he was almost to the point of killing you.

-When Vergo was finally defeated, you finally peeked out as Law was panting hard before he sheathed his sword, “C’mon- we gotta get out of here!” you didn’t respond, as he rushed towards the rail tracks, where the others all agreed to meet.

-Law knew that if the facility was at risk, Doflamingo was going to implement the failsafe, destroying the whole island, as only Caesar was wanted alive, because with him, he could still continue to produce SAD, false Devil Fruits.

-You knew what SADs were, as you heard Caesar talking about them, wanting to make these false Devil Fruits, using your ability, to create an army of people with your ability.

-Ace shouted out your name as he saw you, as Law sprinted and leapt up, as the railcar had just left and Ace caught Law by his jacket, pulling him into the cart and many voices shouted out your name, seeing the state you were in.

-Law and Robin, as Chopper was still trying to stabilize Mocha, worked quickly, as the G5 soldiers kept the other children back, who were all wondering who you were- as you were a child they hadn’t met yet.

-Momo shouted out your name, from his spot around Luffy’s neck, who was stunned stiff, seeing the state you were in, as you were now crying, holding onto Robin’s hands, your body trembling as Law tried to use what he could to try to stabilize you, as you were going into shock.

-Ace was the one to shake Luffy out of his shock, as Monet started the self-destruct sequence, and the tunnel was starting to collapse, so they needed to keep the track clear to avoid the incoming poison.

-Your crew- no… your family was furious, seeing you in such a state, as the cart managed to get outside safely, and despite the celebration, Chopper, who was now helping Law, were still trying to get you stabilized.

-Tashigi was appalled, seeing the scars on your arms, which looked old, and she remembered Caesar’s words to the Straw Hats, that they didn’t know how to use you properly. It made her blood boil, thinking they were the ones who did this to you.

-Smoker was also enraged, fully prepared to fight for you, thinking that you weren’t safe with the Straw Hats, thinking they were using you just like Caesar wanted to.

-Ace and Luffy got into a fight with Smoker, the three of them shouting while everyone else watched and Tashigi spoke up, pointing at you, “Then what about those wounds! Are you the ones who did that to her?!”

-Nami glared hard, she respected Tashigi, as she reminded her of Belle Mere, “Shut up.” The air turned icy, hearing Nami’s fury as she spoke, intimidating Tashigi, “Don’t make accusations if you don’t know who did them. We would never hurt a child.”

-Tashigi, realizing what she had suggested, gasped, in shock before Sanji spoke, glaring at Smoker, “And it’s your government who wants Y/N alive and for such a high bounty. What makes you think they won’t do the same to her if you get your hands on her.”

-Neither could make an argument, as Smoker knew that there was something fishy up on why the government was so adamant about getting their hands on you, but there was no proof.

-Once you were finally stabilized, Luffy agreed to leave the other children with Smoker, and Law, Momo, and Kin’emon hopped aboard Sunny, as the next island was their shared destination, Dressrosa.

-Robin and Nami carefully doted on you, as they could tell that you were now very emotionally fragile as you weren’t responding verbally to any of them, not even Luffy or Ace. Your eyes were glassy, and you seemed like you were just there, like a living doll, which enraged your family to see you in such a state.

-Caesar was being held down in the brig, chained with sea stone and Law had his heart, and promised to kill him if he tried anything, but Caesar was more scared of the Straw Hats, who all looked ready to murder him in thousands of different ways!

-Law was the one to come up with an idea, as you were sitting in Usopp’s arms, while Luffy and Ace were trying to feed you, trying to get you to eat, after Chopper couldn’t come up with anything to get you out of this state.

-Chopper was hesitant, as was Robin, worried that this might make it worse, but they couldn’t argue with Law’s theory, that it could work and after going back and forth, Chopper agreed.

-You didn’t react with Chopper grabbed your arm gently, rubbing your upper arm with rubbing alcohol, before he poked you with a needle, filled with just some iron supplements, after Law told them how much blood Caesar had taken.

-You jumped, nearly out of Usopp’s arms, being shocked awake before you saw Chopper there, putting a bunny band-aid on you as tears welled in your eyes and quickly you were crying, finally breaking.

-While relieved you had finally broken out of shock, letting your emotions finally out, they could all tell, the way you were crying, that this wasn’t from the needle, but everything you had to live through in the past few hours, as you clutched at Usopp, your arms around his neck as he was trying not to tear up, hugging you tightly to him.

-As relief went through everyone, as you cried, slowly calming down, you saw everyone there, including the new faces. Kin’emon introduced himself, bowing at the waist and your eyes went sparkly, seeing the sword, “Are you a samurai?” he preened, looking a bit smug as he posed, telling you that he was before you met Momo, in his human form who came over to you, “I am pleased to see that you are alright, Miss Y/N!” you smiled sweetly at him and he turned bright red, something that quickly had the men in your life quickly surrounded by flames of rage, seeing this budding love.

-You then saw Law, who you remember rescuing you and you smiled, now more lucid, “Mr. Law!” he smiled softly, hearing the name, as he did try not to smile, but failed as he gave you a small wave in return. Nami was surprised, seeing you remember his name, as you had been pretty out of it, “You remember his name?”

-You nodded brightly, “I do- I remember Mr. Law because he had the cute polar bear! And he taught me this!” as you flipped the bird, Nami quickly made you stop, reminding you gently that it was a rude gesture while angry eyes turned to Law who had turned away, sipping his tea very loudly, wanting to disappear.

-Robin was the one to bring the mood down, but it’s not that she wanted to, “Y/N do you remember what happened?” you looked down, looking at your hands before you pushed the sleeves up, gasps coming from Momo and Kin’emon who were appalled to see the scars on your little body, as you saw the wounds were all healed.

-You swallowed hard, trying to fight off your tears, as you finally told them everything, from what Caesar did to you, and telling them about Overhaul, the man who was the first to do this to you, all those years ago, keeping you locked up and using your ability for his research, torturing you and keeping you under his thumb until you managed to escape and find Luffy.

-Everyone was stunned, hearing this, many were in tears, unable to process how someone was so cruel to someone so small.

-Ace wanted to badly to hug you, but his body was slowly turning flushed, his powers flaring up due to his anger, knowing he would hurt you, and Luffy wanted nothing more than to find this Overhaul and make him pay- hurting him ten times over to get payback, and to kill Caesar for touching you.

-Law was the one to tell everyone that Doflamingo ran Dressrosa, and that they needed to be extra careful to keep you safe, because Doflamingo was very dangerous, and if he wanted you, he was going to try to take you.

-Ace and Luffy just punched their fists together, grinning brightly at Law, speaking in unison, “‘Let him try!’” Law couldn’t help but shake his head lightly, the Straw Hats were all so tenacious, but then again, that was one of the few things he liked about them.