#i politely told him to use another bathroom if hes able to

[thedisablednaturalist]

STOP! USING! THE! DISABLED! TOILET! FOR! YOUR! NASTY! SHITS!!!!!

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Young President!Coriolanus Snow x Call Girl!Reader, Dom!Coriolanus

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is in himself his own warning. Dubcon, Noncon, choking, impact play, kissing, degradation, biting, p in v, breeding kink, creampie, talks of sex work, talks of past sex trafficking, talks of poisoning/murder

You stare out the pitch black tinted window as the driver of your black luxury car drives you to your destination, the Presidential Palace. You've been acting as President Coriolanus Snow's personal high class call girl for years. Well, ever since he became Head Gamemaker and saw you in Pluribus Bell’s illicit, but high end sex club.

Pluribus had acquired you when General Byzantine had put you up on the auction block after using you (and literally torturing you) as his personal fuckdoll. Despite looking like a broken piece of shit, hatred and fire burned in your beautiful eyes. According to Pluribus, it was the look in your eyes that made the old man buy you; put you in charge of the girls in his sex club.

So, basically, Pluribus made you a Madame. Not that you minded. Hell, it meant that you didn't have to fuck nutjob, crazy, overly kinky whackjob Capitol men anymore.

But when Coriolanus Snow came into the club, after being invited by Pluribus after breaking off an engagement (why things didn't work with the Cardew banking heir, Livia, you didn't know; didn't care either) and laid his icy blue eyes on you, well, he just knew that he had to have you.

At first you told Pluribus no when he approached you with Snow's request, but then the platinum blonde pretty boy cornered you with an offer you couldn't refuse. A private penthouse, your own car and driver, a black Amex, and never having to work another day if you agree to be at his beck and call as his personal call girl.

His high class girl, as he called you.

That was 5 years ago.

Yea…

At this rate you'll probably be President Snow's high class girl forever.

Hopefully he finds himself a wife so you can move on with your life. Maybe take all that money you have squirreled away and get a nice beach house somewhere in District 4. The weather's lovely there. Maybe you'll even find somebody to settle down with; even have a kid or two.

It'd be nice to be able to retire from whoring. You've been in the game since your family sold you at age 15 to pay off debts. You've been fucking for a living for a decade now; it's getting old.

But at least the President is the kindest out of all the men you've been with, which is saying something because Coriolanus is as cold as his name, Snow.

You're so far inside of your head that you don't even notice the car stop or your driver, Herbie open the door.

Herbie clears his throat, only.to announce, 'Ma’am, we're here.”, causing your self imposed spell over your mind to break.

“Thank you, Herbie.” You simply told him, stretching your hand out for him to help you out of the car.

“I'll be here waiting for you, Ma’am.” Your driver told you, shutting the door once you were out of the car.

“Thank you. I won't be long.” You politely assured Herbie before walking towards the side entrance of the Presidential Mansion, which was marked with a trellis of vining; blooming roses. The side entrance leads straight to Coriolanus' personal living quarters; of course you had the key for it.

Your black designer stilettos loudly echo against the marble as you walk up the white and gold staircase that separates the president's personal living room, sitting room, kitchen, and dining room from the bed chambers, bathrooms, and his private study. You've only ever been in his bedroom and the sitting room. Both were immaculate, so you assume that the rest of his living quarters in the presidential palace must be extravagant too.

One thing you've noted about President Coriolanus Snow over the last few years of knowing him is that he has high class taste. A posca taste, if you'll call it. The more expensive, the better.

And it's that trait of his that has you baffled about why he's kept you around so long to fulfill his needs. Surely he can find himself some young, beautiful, and naive high class twit from a rich family to groom into his perfect classy woman.

His First Lady.

Surely, he must be getting tired of paying for you- putting you up in a high end penthouse that's about a 5 or so minute drive from his palace. Back before he became president your place was literally the next building over from his. Yea, that's how classy and ritzy of a penthouse you're in.

“I'm in my room, darling.” Coriolanus called out to you as soon as your heels clicked against the marble of his second story floor.

No shit, he's in his room. He's always in his room. He's either sitting on the bed end settee or on his ornate sofa, but either way he's donning his waistcoat and smoking while waiting for you. The epitome of regal master.

“I’ll be right there, Coriolanus.” You called back, speeding up your steps slightly to reach the white and gold scrolled double doors of his chambers.

Opening the door and walking inside, you spot him lounging on his cream sofa. His legs are crossed and he has an arm lazily thrown over the back of the sofa’s ornate mahogany frame. Coriolanus’ platinum hair his in its natural curly state, which is a rarity, but also means that he ruined his slicked back look by running his hands thru his hair all day- something he does when frustrated or nervous. And, like always while awaiting your visit, he's smoking.

“Darling, I told you last time you were here to call me Coryo.” The President told you, reaching his arm out to tip his ashes into the crystal ashtray that's on the mahogany coffee table.

“I'm sorry, Coryo. I forgot.” You lied thru a smile, a smile that was so fake it wasn't even funny.

You didn't forget, you just don't want to call him nicknames. Not when you know that your arrangement has an expiration date; one that'll be coming up soon enough.

Sitting up, he pointed to you with his cigarette and said, “Show me what you wore for me tonight.”

He did this every time you came over for his booty call. It was a ritual you're used to. You'd be shocked if he didn't ask you to model the lingerie for him.

With a sultry smile, you untie and unbutton the long red trenchcoat you're wearing. “It's a new set that I bought the other day.” You inform Coriolanus while opening up the coat and letting it fall off your shoulders; onto the floor.

President Snow's mouth watered as he took in your form dressed up in a lacy black bustier and matching cheeky panties along with those black stilettos with the red bottoms- the ones that he loved seeing you in. He thought that those heels did wonders for your legs, legs that he loved to have wrapped around his body- whether he was fucking you or feasting on your cunt.

Snubbing his cigarette in the crystal ashtray and rising from the sofa, the president smirked, “I do enjoy it when you go lingerie shopping, my darling rose.” Striding over to you, only to circle you like a predator circle's it's prey, the regal platinum blonde looked at you hungrily. As if he's starving and you're a filet mignon.

Coriolanus stopped right in front of you, only to give you a smoldering look while unbuttoning his maroon waistcoat, his long fingers moving lithely. Shrugging off the vest and chucking it towards a nearby sitting chair, he closed the distance between you. His tall form towers over you; you know what he wants from you.

It's what he always wants from you.

You ran your hands over his chest, which was quite toned underneath his crisp white dress shirt, and pressed your lips to his Adam's apple. As you kissed a tantalizing trail down his neck and to the collar of his shirt, leaving blood red lips tip stains in your wake, his large hands snaked around you. His breathing was husky and lustful as you lifted your head up, staring straight into his baby blues, while unbuttoning his shirt. Your red nails a stark contrast to his shirt.

“I have a business trip I need to attend in 12.” Coriolanus said while you pushed his shirt off of him after opening it up. You just nodded, raking your red nails up and down his chest before tweaking his nipples. Just the way that he likes.

You thought that all talks of his meeting was over, so you leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped you by lifting up one of his hands and grabbing your chin. “The mining bosses are having some issues with their workers meeting production goals; I'm leaving in the morning and you're coming with me.”

Your eyes went wide. You can't go to 12. No, you won't go to 12. You refuse to go back to that shit hole you once called home, where your family- that sold you into a life of sexual slavery to a brothel for money to pay off drinking debts- lives.

“I'm not going to 12, Coriolanus. We'll see each other when you get back.” You firmly told him.

Which wasn't what he wanted to hear. In fact, he wanted you to nod your head; maybe make a remark about needing to pack, and then get to fucking him. You refusing him was never in the cards.

You just dealt him a hand he wasn't expecting. But, President Snow's an excellent poker player; he'll make due with the cards you've just given him.

Coriolanus' large hand slipped from your chin only to grab your throat. His face dipped so close to yours that his hot breath, which smelt like smoke, mints, bourbon, and coffee, fanned over your face. “I'm not asking you, Y/N. I'm telling you that you're coming to District 12 with me.” His thumb pressed into your windpipe, not hard enough to cut off your breathing, but hard enough to make you wheeze and pay attention to him as he spoke in a cold, authoritarian tone. “I fucking own you, so when I tell you to do something you do it. You don't get to say no to me.”

President Snow looked like a crazed, disheveled mess as he chastised you. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. Because it did.

Oh how it did. It might be wrong being turned on by a power hungry zealot who's telling you that you're his property, but the way he looked while doing it. Hot damn, it made your pussy pool; stain your black lacy panties with a wet patch.

Yea…you're pretty fucked up at this point in your life.

The platinum blonde's large hand slid from your hip over your lower belly, only to sneak under the waistband of your panties. He dipped his mouth to your ear, grabbing your pussy in his large calloused hands, while telling you, “I own this pussy, darling, and if I want to fuck it every goddamn day of my business trip then I sure as hell will.” Coriolanus bit your earlobe, hard enough to crack the pearl earring you're wearing.

An earring he bought you in the early days of your arrangement.

He pulled away, only to look at you darkly. Spitting the cracked pearl earring in your face, he pulled his hand out of your underwear. He brought his fingers up to his prominent nose, only to inhale your scent. His eyes fluttered shut and his face contorted into a look of pleasure. He was, for a lack of a better word, getting high off of your musk.

Oh yea, the President sure was something else…but who are you to judge? You're his personal whore, so…

His icy eyes popped open, with a lust filled crazed look, as he sucked his fingers one by one. Savoring the taste of your juices while keeping his tight hold on your neck with his other hand. His tongue swirled around his pinky, the last finger to be licked clean by him. “You taste divine. Too bad you need to be disciplined for your rude behavior and won't be having your cunt eaten by me tonight.”

“Disciplined for my rude behavior? Coryo, the only thing I did was tell you that I'm not going to 12.” You spoke up, standing your ground to your, for a lack of a better word, owner.

Coryo’s fingers pressed hard into your neck, no doubt leaving behind finger shaped bruises that would need covered up by IL MAKIAGE tomorrow. Looks like you'll have to make another trip to Sephora soon if you don't want to have bruises all over your neck shown off to the public. How embarrassing would that be, going to various stores with chokehold bruising all over your neck. You shudder at the thought of it.

“Talking back is rude behavior, baby.” He hissed before pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was hard and bruising. Biting your lower lip; drawing blood, he pulled away from the kiss. Giving you a dark, slightly unhinged look, the stoic platinum blonde swore, “Bad girls get spankings and you're going to get so many that you won't be able to sit on your red, hot ass tomorrow during our damn train ride.”

Coriolanus is sitting on the red velveteen settee at the end of his gold and red velvet framed bed. You're bent over his knees, ass up in the air while your head rests on the settee. Your arms are outstretched; your hands arm firmly grabbing the end of the red velvet material for purchase as the President smacks one ass cheek and then the other.

*Smack, smack*

Coriolanus chuckles at how red your ass is. He's been at this for a while now; both of you have lost count of how many times his hand has come down on your cheeks. He rubs the sting out of your red ass cheeks before raising his hand high up in the air and bringing it down on the right cheek, only to repeat the action on the left cheek.

*Smack, smack*

Your designer black heels are still on your feet, so they sway in the air as you kick out of reflex due to the spankings. God, he would make you keep the heels on for this. Hell, this spanking session seems to be the longest in your entire life with him. Usually he indulges in a slap or two to your ass while taking you from behind, but never anything like this.

But it could be worse. He could be a crazy, torture hungry, fucking sadist like that crazy ass General Byzantine was. The man who beat you within an inch to your life and put you up on the auction block once a couple of his Avoxes had nurtured you to suitable health.

You were overjoyed when he died about 4-4 ½ years ago. All the media outlets say that General Byzantine died from tainted tea at one of the popular tea houses in the Capitol. Apparently Coriolanus was there with him, having a meeting for political purposes since he was running for Senate and nearly died. You remember that he had canceled your sessions for a week, but still put a hefty sum in your bank account; even requested that you wear a certain color lingerie (blood red) when you resumed your little booty calls with him once he recovered from nearly dying from tainted tea.

Your black lacy cheeky panties slid up your ass crack from the force of all the spankings. Coriolanus didn't say a word, just silently righted the panties before landing another pair of smacks to your ass cheeks, causing you to let out a loud squeal.

“Did my bad baby girl learn her lesson, or do you need more?” President Snow asked, his ardent tone a bit dark and mocking as he soothed your ass by rubbing it- with both palms this time.

“I've learnt my lesson, Mister President, Sir.” You told him, choking back a moan as you grew wetter and wetter from his hands just rubbing the sting out of your ass. Oh God, how your core aches for his cock.

Coriolanus let out a deep, throaty moan at your answer. He loves it, fucking loves it when you call him Mister President and Sir. Oh, and put them both together- yea he's fucking feral.

The president slightly opened your legs, only to swipe a long finger up your wet, clothed center. “Oh, darling, you're soaked.” He proudly announced. “Is that all for me?” Coriolanus rhetorically asked, already knowing that it was all for him.

You knew that the platinum president didn't need an answer, but decided to indulge him with one anyway. “Yes, Coryo. It's always for you.”

Coryo bent down and peppered your beet red ass with kisses. The plushness of his lips against your hot sensitive skin makes you squirm. Chuckling, Coriolanus sat up and pulled your heels off, one by one, and let them fall to the floor with a loud thud. He helped you stand on your feet, only to pull down your panties and toss you onto the bed.

As you lay on your stomach, head buried in his pillow, which smelled like him- like roses, you heard the sound of Coryo slipping out of his black floor shines while unbuckling his belt. You peeked over your shoulder, only to see him quickly unzipping his maroon pants. You turned back around, resting your head back on his pillow, as he quickly shed his pants and boxer briefs.

“Lift your ass up high for me and spread your legs as wide as they'll go, baby.” The President ordered you, to which you obliged him. Your ass was raw and stung, but your pussy was throbbing with need, as Coryo kneeled right behind you on his king sized bed. “Fuck, you're always such a needy lil slut for me, darling.” He remarked upon seeing your cunt dripping and glistening for him.

Looking over your shoulder, you smirked, “Only for you, Coryo, my Mister President.”

The platinum blonde's icy eyeballs nearly rolled into the back of his head at your words. Words that went straight to his cock, making it harder- if that was even possible.

“Yes, I'm your President and you're my perfect, pretty, lil slut.” Coriolanus groaned, teasing your clit with the angry, red, leaky tip of his cock. “You remember that the next time I tell you to do something, baby girl.” He said, grabbing your hips and snapping forward; sheathing his entire 8 inches into your soaking wet cunt. “Fuck, darling, you're so goddamn tight for me.” Coriolanus groaned, pulling out only to surge forward, causing you to mewl out in pleasure.

President Coriolanus Snow has a big cock and he sure does know how to use it. That's for sure. And you let him know that too.

“Of course I'm tight for you, Coryo. You're the biggest cock I've had, the only man whose tip kisses my cervix; whose girth stretches me out with a delicious sting.” You honestly tell him, stroking his ego and making him start to pound into you relentlessly.

Hearing you say that out of all the men that you've had in your whoring career that he's the biggest and the best makes his heart soar with overwhelming pride. So much so, that he'll just have to keep you around.

Permanently.

Coryo doesn't think that you'll have any protests about it. Maybe he'll bring up the idea while you're away on business in 12. Use the time away as both a vacation and a business trip. There is a vacant cabin in the woods that he knows of by a lake that could be a setting for a romantic night or two.

“Oh…fuck…Coryo…” You moan into the pillow that you're holding onto for dear life as you surge forward with every hard, fast thrust Coryo gives you.

“You like it when I fuck you face first in the mattress like a dirty fucking slut, don't you darling?” He groans, rutting even faster while placing a hand on the middle of your back; pushing you further down into the mattress. “Fuck, you're so sexy like this, baby.” The President huffs. “So fucking sexy.”

You moan into the pillow, but it comes out in a heap of garbled drools, as Coryo's cock hits that special spongy spot deep inside of you while his heavy cum filled balls slap against your swollen, neglected clit.

“That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock, you pathetic slut.” Coriolanus encouraged in a half groan as you began to meet his thrust with ones of your own. You could help it, you needed to cum so badly. Fucking yourself on his cock while he pounded you was the only way to do that.

Turning your head, so that the side of your face rest on his drool soaked pillow, you mewl and whine, “So close, Coryo. I'm so close.” Feeling that coil in your lower belly tighten, you beg, “Please, let me cum, Mister President. Please, make me cum.”

Coryo quickly unhooked the long row of clasps that held your black lacy bodice together while cooing, “Don't worry, my pretty baby, I'll make you cum” The bodice fell off your shoulders, but Coryo slipped his arm around your middle and pulled you up on your knees, only to yank the black bustier off of you; tossing it to the side.

Coryo's hands instantly grabbed hold of your tits as he continued to harshly fuck you. His hands squeezed them roughly and pinched your nipples, all the while your hands clawed his wrists for leverage as he felt your climax coming on. Coriolanus knows you're close by how your cunt's clenching around his cock. “Fucking cum for me, darling.” he ordered, biting the crook of your neck.

The feel of his teeth roughly nipping your skin, only to use his tongue to soothe it, paired with his deep, erratic thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against your clit deliciously, and his large, calloused hands roughly fondling, had you cumming with a loud moan. A moan that was a string of curses mixed with his name: Coryo.

He fucked you thru your orgasm only to shove you back down onto the bed and plunge his cock hard and fast into you. His pounding was so relentless as he chased his own release that you felt another orgasm on the cusp. Oh gods, his cock felt so fucking good hitting you on all the right spots.

Oh fuck…

“I'm gonna fuck you full with my heirs, baby.” Coryo panted, his thrust becoming sloppy. “Can't wait to fucking knock you up; see your belly swell with my growing baby inside.” He babbled as his hands roughly held onto your shoulders for leverage. “You're gonna look so beautiful all round and full of my baby, my darling rose.”

You didn't pay him any mind. Didn't say a word about his string of impossible words. You're on birth control, so his fantasy of knocking you up is just that. A fantasy. A breeding kink, to be politically correct.

Coriolanus’ hips stuttered, once, twice, three times before he was moaning, “Fuck, Y/N, baby. Fuck…”, and filling your pussy with hot ropes of his thick cum.

Feeling his hot cum spurting into your womb sent you over the edge. “Coryo…” You mewled, cumming for a second time.

He didn't stop and pull out like he usually did.

No…

This time, Coriolanus kept fucking you. He fucked his load right into your pussy, causing you to let out a shaky moan from both overstimulation and your third orgasm of the night.

Coryo finally pulled out, but only after filling you up with a second load of his thick, hot cum. Cum that was somehow leftover in his balls from the first time.

The President smugly grinned as he watched his second load of the night slowly drip out of your puffy, abused pussy- looking like beautiful white pearls.

Ah, pearls. That reminds him…

“I bought you a new jewelry set for the trip. Fancier pearls than the ones you had; they're packed in your bag.” Coriolanus told you, sitting by your side and rubbing your back as you lay on the bed like a ragdoll.

Ugh. Of course, he bought you new things, including luggage, and packed them up for the damn trip to District 12- your personal hell- that he's dragging you on.

When you didn't say a word, Coryo pushed the strands of sweat soaked hair away from your face and asked, “Are you alright, baby?”

Pushing his hand away from your face, you simply assured him, “Yea, I'm fine.”

Nodding, he told you, “I'll call your driver, tell him that you're staying the night; then I'll run us a bath.”

You've never stayed the night before, prompting you to ask, “Why're you letting me stay the night with you, Coryo?”, as he stood up.

“We're needed at the train station bright and early, Y/N. It's just easier for you to stay here so we can head out together in the morning.” The President explained before taking off to do the things he told you about.

Of course, he wanted you to stick around tonight so he can make sure that you're on that train with him heading to 12 in the morning. You're his personal high class girl. His glorified whore. If President Coriolanus Snow wants you with him tonight to ensure that you step on that train with him tomorrow, so he can fuck you during his stupid business trip in hell, then that's what he's going to get.

You don't have a say in the matter. You're just around until he gets bored of you; finds something younger and prettier to satisfy his carnal desires with.

Only you thing you don't know is that President Coriolanus Snow’s never going to get bored of you or trade you in for a younger model. In fact he thinks you're the best girl he's ever had.

Hell, the devil himself knows that the President killed for you- even if you don't know it.

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[callooopie]

alright but modern!davos who flirts with his roommate aeron's sister to piss him off.

He’s got a way with words // Modern!Davos

Cuz when the world is ending, then she’ll be mine — She Told Me Where To Go // Old Man Luedecke

semi proofread, can be edited later down the line if I read something weird or out of place

You’re heading over to your brother’s apartment to grab a few things and to just see him for a little bit again. Aeron had moved away to the city for college, and that distance was pretty far from your family’s home. Last time you texted Aeron though; he didn’t sound so ecstatic about his living arrangements. Something about his first roommate dropped out and how he needed to find another on short notice for their lease. And Aeron hated the roommate who accepted his offer. You had never seen the guy, much less knew his name. So you were a little worried from what Aeron had told you about him. (“Annoying, cocky, loud. He’s the reason our flat is always messy. He uses my hair products—“).

Davos was told beforehand that you’d at least be stopping by and to not do anything weird. He was still a person who lived in the flat, and deserved the courtesy of knowing when someone was gonna be there at least. (“My sister’s coming over super quick. She’ll be in and out. Don’t bother her and don’t annoy her—if you talk to her I’ll beat the hell out of you and rip your face off—“). Now, Davos would’ve just stayed in his room when you came over and wouldn’t have cared any less. But with how annoyingly overbearingly protective Aeron was being about you.. maybe that plan would change. His interest was piqued, he wanted to see you. And he knew it would greatly annoy that uptight prick if you actually liked Davos in return. Davos sets his scheme into motion, stepping out of a shower, spritzing the most expensive cologne he has on. (Yes he wears a black compression top with grey sweats, and he keeps his dark hair slightly damp and messy. Davos is evil [petty] like that)

He keeps his eyes on the door, his ears open for the ding of the nearby elevator outside the front door, even the creak of the building hallway Davos is ready to react. This minor transgression against him by Aeron was enough to deserve this reaction. Like intervention from the universe, Aeron is busy in the shower—he wouldn’t be able to stop Davos. And at the sound of a faint footstep coming toward the apartment door, Davos starts to hover near the front door.

You were surprised at how quick the door opened after you knocked once. You let out a little “oh!” as the door opens to a thin and tall young man. You hope your eyes don’t remain on his shoulders and arms for too long, or his torso thats accentuated by the shirt.. Like a gentleman, Davos lets you in, leaning against the wall by the door as he watches you step inside. Can he help you? ..ohh you’re Aeron’s sister? My my, you’re a very gorgeous girl. Aeron didn’t say anything about you being a cutie—come in, make yourself at home, please.

Davos leads you through the small apartment (hastily cleaned by both men teaming up for five minutes). He’s suave, he’s funny, he’s charming. You’re laughing politely along, maybe batting your eyes just a bit at him. What? He’s got a way with his words, something that makes you smile shyly or rub the back of your neck with a hand. You tell him your name, a little bit about you. You don’t live nearby? He coulda sworn he’s seen you before on campus. Or maybe not, Davos would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours. What? What do you mean ‘not really’? Have you looked in a mirror recently sweetheart? Too kind? Please, now you’re trying to flatter him huh?

You wonder what’s taking your brother so long. But at least you have his roommate to keep you company. (Davos jammed the lock of the bathroom). Davos didn’t think he’d be so enraptured by you either, something about you is just magnetic. He wonders if you really are related to that clown. Your brother? Oh—yeah he’s taking a shower or something. Always hogging the bathroom, typical. You sure you’re related to that doof? Really? Well.. it seems you don’t lack common sense like Aeron that’s for sure—Aeron says Davos is the one lacking? …interesting…

Davos has managed to inch his way closer and closer to you. You notice but do you really care? …noooo…. (teeheeehee). He has a smirk on his face, a hand running through his hair as he leans against the kitchen counter. Do you got someone? No? Whaaat? A beautiful, beautiful thing like yourself and no one’s copped you? People must be blind these days—Davos however isn’t blind. If you give him a chance that is babygirl—

Once Aeron finally gets out of the bathroom (breaks the lock) he’s quite unhappy. The most upset you’ve seen him in a bit (“..are you alright Aeron?” …”I’m fine”) He’s not fine. He is the opposite of fine. First of all he does not like how close Davos is standing next to you. And second, why does it look like you’re seemingly reciprocating that idiot’s advances? Aeron always hated the people you talked to romantically, but going for Davos? His fuckwit roommate? The most annoying person on the entire planet? You can do better than that.. stand up—stand up girl, what’re you doing? Do not go for that man. You can do better. He’s vile—the scum of the earth. He steals food from Aeron. (“I do not!”).

While Aeron cools down barely with a disappointed sigh, he tells you to stay put as he goes to grab what you drove there for. Your brother’s eyes narrowing as he stares at his roommate before slowly walking back toward his room down the hall. Davos is leaning closer to you now, a shit-eating smirk on his face as he plays up the suave and confident demeanor. Of course you apologize for your brother’s odd behavior; he always was protective of you like that. He didn’t mean to say all that anyways, you’re sure of it. Oh don’t worry about that darling, Aeron’s uptight with Davos like that all the time. Say, does your brother always have a say in who you date? He sounds hard to please… hopefully you ignore him and always go for someone who can—well.. please you? Davos himself is quite the people pleaser he’ll let you know. Maybe if you slip him your number.. he can show you sometime honey. He’ll also have you know; he pays for first dates. If he likes you, maybe he’ll pay for the second one too.

You leave the apartment with what you had asked for… and also a new number added to your phone. A smile on your face as you let the door close behind you. Although as you’re walking toward the elevator you swear you hear a mixture of shouting and maniacal laughter from your brother’s apartment… with a shrug you ignore it as you get into the elevator and head back down. (The argument spiraled and they got into a fist fight and you had to pick them both up from the hospital)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting my childhood best friend a new friendship bracelet even though he has a girlfriend?

Basically my mom and her best friend got pregnant within a year of each other. As a result me and Dylan were raised as siblings. Our families are super close, spend holidays together, we've gone on vacations together, and Dylan and I have always called each other brother and sister.

Dylan's been dating Maya for the better part of a year. Maya is nice, but clearly has some feelings on me and Dylan being as close as we are. We've both explicitly stated there have never been romantic or sexual vibes between us, and I have made the hard choice to pull away from Dylan quite a bit to give Maya more room.

(For example I stopped our weekly hang outs, only really hang out with Dylan in a group setting, we don't hang out on FT anymore, ect.)

Maya is generally polite, but there's been tension and a few pointed remarks over the months. I know the girl best friend is pretty much a pariah in boy/girl friendships, so I've tried to just be as unobtrusive and respectful as I can.

Onto the current problem: Dylan and I have always had friendship bracelets and a few matching items. For example we have matching photos and photo frames from the holiday to Greece when we were little, we both have matching hoodies from a concert we went to, and one or two other bits. Its not a lot, but I guess it would all fill a small box if you put it together.

Dylan's friendship bracelet broke last month and couldn't be fixed. He put it away in a keepsake box but was pretty bummed about no longer being able to wear it. It took the whole month of scouring secondhand sites and ebay but last week I actually found one and was able to get it for him as a replacement. I gave it to him when our families met for dinner on Tuesday and he was super happy. He put it on immediately and hasn't taken it off.

We all met as a group to hang out today and Maya seemed a little...Vaguely annoyed toward me? When you can just tell someone's got an issue with you, even if they're not outwardly acting any different.

But she came with me when I went to the bathroom (as girls do) and as we were washing our hands she told me she was really 'surprised' I got Dylan another bracelet. I wasn't really sure if she meant in general or that I was able to find the exact same one, so I asked what she meant and she said she didn't want to be 'that girlfriend' but when the bracelet broke she was internally relieved, because she thinks its kind of inappropriate that we wear matching bracelets and have a 'claim' over each other like that.

She said she's been thinking about the future a lot more recently and she doesn't want anything 'held back' or 'obstructed' by my obsession with Dylan and the 'premade family' we have.

I'll admit I got annoyed by that, and immediately asked if she'd have an issue with me if I was a guy. She said I know that's different, and then one of the other girls from the group came in to look for us because we'd been gone so long and we kind of had to put it on a shelf for the rest of the day.

She text me a bit ago saying 'think about what I said.' Internally, I want to tell her to get a grip on herself, but I also know that I'm the girl best friend, and pretty much anything I do from here on out is critical and could make me the asshole. I also didn't want to hurt her or cause problems for Dylan, I was just trying to replace part of our friendship that's always been there.

AITA for replacing it? I can't exactly stop wearing mine (he'll ask why) or tell him to stop wearing his (again, he'll ask why) but honestly I'm also unsure of what to do now. Maya's the only one who thinks us being best friends is a problem, even our families know we've always had a sibling relationship and not one that might change to romantic.

What are these acronyms?

[ofsappho]

Summertime Sadness (part 2)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Second chance romance, heavy angst, hurt/very little comfort

Ten years ago: the first time you met Simon

Today: the first time Ghost meets you

Tags: mental illness, therapeutic boarding school, self harm, suicide attempt/suicidality, self harm, abuse, parental abandonment, much the same as last chapter. This fic is unedited because I don’t feel like editing it lol. If you see spelling/grammar issues, no you didn’t.

TEN YEARS AGO

Reader POV

-

It’s intake day.

Intake day happens once a week, always on Wednesday.

You don’t know why they pick Wednesday. It seems pretty arbitrary, doesn’t it?

On intake day, the nurses and counselors make all the current residents of the inpatient program line up to greet the newbies. You actually look forward to intake day. Everyone here is so boring and routine; your roommate never speaks unless spoken to and she always keeps her earbuds in. On intake day, the hope that someone nice will be admitted survives for the few hours of the intake itself.

It usually dies right after. There was one polite girl who smiled when you waved last week, but she was transferred to a different facility that night before you could learn her name.

You’ve been here for three weeks, so that’s three intake days.

You’re not sure why you’ve been here so long. It seems a little excessive; you’d think by now they’d realize your stuff isn’t so bad and maybe you could transition to outpatient appointments?

It’s a little dissociation and some minor depression. Not bad at all.

But your doctors agree, albeit gently, that you should stay for the full five month course.

The program isn’t so bad. The facility sits on a sprawling multi-acre property in the British countryside, where everything is beautiful and verdant and always chilly. It’s lovely. The tea is good. You’re getting used to how they take it here. It’s nothing like the sweet tea you drink back home.

You suppose that’s another reason why they won’t let you go home even though you’re okay; there isn’t a home to go back to. Your dad hasn’t looked you in the eye since Mom left. At least the orderlies here greet you in the morning.

(What Dad doesn’t know is that before she left, she told you she loved you and to wait for her. Soon, she’ll take you away from this place and you’ll never have to see your dad again.)

Before you head to the foyer, you check your hair in the mirror of your room’s suicide-proofed bathroom. A young teenage face stares back at you with cheeks flushed red from the sun. You trace your deep smile lines with the tip of your finger, then practice smiling. You would have feel better about moving to a therapeutic boarding school if you’d been greeted with a smile.

At first, you think the newest crop of poor souls will be uninteresting at best. Listless rich kids detoxing off Mommy’s coke, frightened preteens who’ve never been away from their parents for an extended period of time, and a few teenagers straight from an ER, IV bags and all.

And then you see him get off the bus last.

He’s tall, towering over everyone else. A lanky, almost skeletal build, with a bored, aloof expression on his face. He hides the Zippo lighter he was playing with in his sleeve before the nurses catch and confiscate it.

There’s something horrifically severe about him. He can’t be more than a couple of years older than you, but he carries himself like he’s a blade and the world is filled with monsters.

His eyes are large and dark, rich brown irises rimmed with pale blonde eyelashes. And they’re kind, even though he would probably hate having that pointed out.

You decide then and there that you’ll befriend him. He could use a friend; everyone here does. He’s beautiful in his sharpness and elegant in his abrasiveness. Maybe you can coax more of that hidden kindness out, show him that it’s worth more than his anger. You wouldn’t be able to stay away if you tried.

You both like playing with fire, though you prefer less literal ones.

-

TODAY

Ghost POV

-

Your smile fades swiftly as if it was never there to begin with.

There are two ghosts in this room. That’s what you are; a ghost of the girl he knew.

He watches and waits for you to shift uncomfortably and start blabbering to fill the silence like you used to. “Why’d you make them call me?” Ghost asks when it’s clear that you won’t.

As soon as you explain, he’s out of here. Ghost meant it when he said he never wanted to see you again.

You’re the last living reminder of the past he’s tried so hard to kill. The beeping sounds of your heart monitor spell out his mistakes in a grating, irritating rhythm.

Your answer disappoints his expectations. “I didn’t actually think you’d show.” Ghost doesn’t hear any wistfulness or longing in your voice, anything that would tell him that you’re clinging on to the boy you thought he was. Only a bone-dry and hollow statement of facts.

“What do you want?”

You ignore his question. At fifteen, you were good at that. At twenty-five, you’re better. “You got any cigarettes I could bum? You look like you still smoke them,” You say as you fiddle with your torn, bleeding nail beds with the classic anxiety of nicotine withdrawal.

He does that too when a mission stretches too long without a resupply and he finishes his cigarettes early to stave off hunger.

Ghost remembers fighting with you over the pack of smokes he smuggled into the program. He would hold it way above your head and laugh as you struggled to reach them. But you never gave up - they were bad for him, and you liked him too much to see him die of lung cancer.

He remembers the determination in your eyes and your unwavering faith that he could be saved.

“They’re bad for you,” Ghost echoes.

If you remember that moment, you don’t show it. “You know what else is fucking bad for you?” Your tone is so acerbic that it gives him whiplash.

He can’t resist taking a shot. “What, being a prick?” You just… bring out the worst in him. You make him feel as unhinged and unmoored as he was when you first met.

You roll your bloodshot eyes.

“I wasn’t going to call you out on that. I was going to say benzos and vodka. Also throwing yourself headfirst off a bridge.”

“Oh.”

What is he supposed to say to that?

“Why did you come?” You ask after a long moment of quiet interspersed by that fucking heart monitor.

Ghost grinds his teeth into each other as he reflects. He hates doing that; the inside of his skull is a bad place. “…I don’t know,” He admits. Coming here was a mistake; Ghost understands that now.

The foul taste on the back of his tongue is guilt. But why? You did this to yourself. You brought him here to play games and fuck him up, so why is he the one who feels… bad?

You sigh. “Simon-“

“Ghost. It’s Ghost now,” He cuts you off with more violence than necessary.

Your mouth settles into a tight, pained line. “Ghost. Go away.”

“But you called me here.”

That provokes a reaction.

Ghost sees it and immediately wishes it hadn’t.

You stare him straight in the eye, your dilated pupils peel back his mask and see the face underneath. Your skin is tinged gray and your bottom lip blooms red with blood from where you’ve bitten through it.

He wants back the child sobbing for his forgiveness on her knees, who looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“And it was a mistake, and I should never have done it, and I just wanted the satisfaction of knowing you weren’t going to pick up the phone. That I was truly alone.”

So the memory of him is a knife you’re using on yourself. Fucking disturbing.

“Oh.”

You raise an eyebrow as you wave. “Bye.”

Right.

That’s it.

Though your dismissal rankles, Ghost does as you ordered and takes his leave of you.

His work phone vibrates a few times.

Only one person calls that it. “Captain,” Ghost greets.

Captain Price clears his throat on the other side of the line. “Lieutenant. When can we expect you back?”

‘Tomorrow’ is on the tip of Ghost’s tongue.

He’s never taken a day off in his career, which means he’s got at least a year or two in built up vacation time. “I’ll be gone for a while longer, sir. Not sure yet how long,” Ghost answers promptly.

It’s only for a few more days, a week at most. Long enough to make sure you won’t try to kill yourself again, long enough for the guilt freezing his blood and choking his lungs to fade.

“Alright, Lieutenant. Keep us posted.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[eunseoksimp]

https://www.tumblr.com/eunseoksimp/744285282149498880/hiii-i-love-your-fics-your-writing-hurts-good

Hiii! It could be a part 2 if you want to write this but it doesn't matter <333 whatever you do it'll be nice 👌

i’m so sorry this took so long anon, i was so busy last week but i hope you enjoy <3

Pairings: jung sungchan x reader

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids), breeding kink

a/n: read part one to understand this a bit more :

can’t come over tonight. team dinner.

you frowned, staring at your screen, rereading the message and willing it to change to something that you actually wanted to see.

sungchan, saying no to a session with you?

it was practically unheard of.

you had noticed how over the past two weeks he had started to feel a little more distant. not by choice of course.

the summer basketball tournament was around the corner, and being captain of the team, he was more preoccupied than usual.

but you just didn’t get it.

why did your heart ache whenever he kissed your knuckles and told you he had to leave early?

why did you feel funny whenever you had to watch him leave. was the sex getting too good?

ever since that night, the day he edged you to no end, forcing you to tell him that you loved him, things were not the same.

he fucked you until you were seeing stars, till you were writhing in his grip, gasping for air as you begged him.

‘please. i can’t,’ you told him, but he just shook his head, licking his lips.

‘of course you can. you’re my good girl.’

he flipped you on your back and thrust into you so harshly that you had to bury your head in your pillow to stop yourself from screaming out.

your legs were already giving out, throat hoarse, but he just kept going and going.

he pounds into you like he hates you, hand wrapped around your throat as he lifts you up to rest your back on him.

‘no more?’ he asked, three orgasms later.

you weren’t even able to focus on the words leaving his lips, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shut your eyes.

sungchan had fucked you stupid.

he had always been amazing in bed, one of the few men who actually cared about you cumming too.

but this was on another level.

you felt so emotional in the moment, the salty liquid pricking your eyes as you took a shaky hand to hold onto his.

‘thank you,’ you said, your voice trembling, barely able to get any words out.

‘look at my angel being so polite. you’re welcome baby,’ he leaned down, his larger arms engulfing you as he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

using his thumb to wipe the drops of tears on your cheek, he sat back, admiring you.

how fucked out you looked, hair sticking to your forehead, skin flushed and lips glossy.

your bedsheets were completely ruined, wet spots sprayed all around the fabric.

‘you’re so pretty. wish i could photograph you right now,’ he murmured against your skin, and you hummed, loving the feeling of how close he was now.

when he moved, you whined, desperate to pull him back and he chuckled.

‘i need to get you all cleaned up angel. i can’t leave you like this.’

he retreated into the bathroom, and you lay on your back, still trying to recover from what had just happened.

your chest felt all warm as you watched him use a towel to clean you up, something he always did for you.

it was different now though, it just felt so tender, even more so because you were too weak to do anything by yourself and he pampered you.

he displayed his strength, easily picking you up and taking you to the bathroom, where you saw he had already run you a bath, using your favourite scents.

he let you soak in the warm water, sighing as you felt your body relax a bit, all whilst he busied himself changing your sheets and getting you a new change of clothes.

even when you were done he dried you off, doing your nighttime routine for you.

he was so patient, lathering the different serums onto your skin, moisturising your skin with the correct creams.

and then he tucked you in, pulling your fresh covers up to your chest, making sure you were comfortable.

‘stay with me,’ you pleaded when he turned to leave, and you could see the initial look of shock on his face before he broke out into a grin.

‘as you wish princess,’ he settled into the space into you, drawing you near and wrapping his arms around you, playing with your hair till you fell asleep.

you were unable to describe that night with words, but you knew that it had changed things.

you had always treated sungchan as nothing more than a fuck buddy, someone there simply to satisfy your needs.

but you began to feel a pit of fire burn within you, craving for something else, and it scared you.

it was all becoming too confusing, and you started to rule it as becoming too attached to the sex.

and you didn’t need sungchan to get off, anybody would do.

so you immediately texted eunseok, who was more than happy to show up at your door not even 20 minutes later.

he wasn’t as gentle as sungchan was, everything with him rough and messy, but you liked it like that.

at least you thought you did.

‘fuck, you’re squeezing me too tight love. i might cum soon,’ he says through gritted teeth, head thrown back as he mustered up as much self control as possible.

you, on the other hand, were nowhere near your climax. eunseok’s brutal pace and manhandling often left you gasping for air, quick to reach your orgasm.

but now you lay underneath him, peering up at him with wide eyes as you wondered what the problem could be.

all you could think about was sungchan. and it was starting to disturb you.

why was he starting to occupy such a large space of your mind?

why was it that for the first time eunseok didn’t make you cum.

why did you want him to be the one on top of you?

you couldn’t sleep anymore, your eyes straining in the dark as you typed away on your computer, hoping to find some answers.

oxytocin. also known as the love hormone, the thing responsible for promoting feelings of attachment and bonding.

that had to be it.

it wasn’t that your feelings for sungchan had changed.

he had just fucked you so good that you were confused for a second.

there was no way someone like you could come close to having romantic feelings for someone else.

you couldn’t.

your perception of love was extremely skewed, only having your parents relationship as a model.

your dad was horrible to your mother, abusing her, belittling her.

he had left your life a long time ago, building a new life with the woman who had destroyed your family.

you watched as the state of your mother decayed, and she became nothing more than a lifeless being, teary eyed and unable to enjoy life anymore.

‘i will never get myself to that point,’ you made a silent promise, refusing to let men get too close to you.

sex. that was all they were good for.

so life continued on as usual for you. soon you became so busy with assignments and work to even think about anything else.

from classes, to meetings with academic advisors, straight to 6 hour shifts.

it was beginning to take a toll on you, both mentally and physically.

it didn’t even surprise you when you woke up two weeks later with a splitting headache, drenched in your own sweat.

scrambling for your phone, you called off sick before flopping back onto your bed.

the wise thing to do would be to ask for some help, to let any of your friends to take care of you, but you hated making people worried.

so even though your head was pounding like a drum, and the air became hot and stuffy, with a struggle to breathe, you told yourself to deal with it on your own.

attempts to get up and make food failed, as you couldn’t even make it past the bedroom door before feeling like passing out, let alone standing in the kitchen to make a meal.

you lay helplessly, watching as the day passed by before your very eyes, a half opened bottle of water the only substance that had entered your body.

it was evening at this point, and just as you decided to stop being stubborn and cal someone, your phone rang.

‘hello?’

‘hey, i just finished my game. we won of course,’ sungchan sounded so excited and you rolled your eyes.

‘did you call me to brag or something,’ a cough escaped your lips, your throat feeling scratchy.

‘no i called because i wanted to see you. are you alright, you sound sick?’

‘i am sick, i must have-‘

‘i’m on my way, be there in 30,’ and then he cut the phone.

sighing, you debated whether you should stay under the covers and continue to burn up, or go without them and freeze.

there was no reason for sungchan to come over. you were in no shape to have sex with anyone, so why else would he come and see you?

you didn’t realise how much time you spent thinking until the bell rung.

desperately wishing you didn’t have to move, it was the continuous ringing followed by some haste knocking that made you get up.

shuffling toward the door, it took the entirety of your strength to not topple over.

holding yourself up by the door handle, pushing it open, you felt the cool air tickling your damp skin and it gave you a sense of relief.

however your face turned into one of shock when you saw who was on the other side.

‘what do you want?’

sungchan said nothing as he pushed past you to get inside and you didn’t have the strength to stop him.

‘how's your temperature? any headaches? have you eaten? what about fluids? you have to make sure you're drinking plenty of water.’

‘calm down meredith grey, someone would think you had a medical degree or something.’

"please just answer the question,’ he pleaded and your eyes narrowed at him.

‘i can’t have sex with you, i do hope you know that.’

‘of course you can’t, you’re sick,’ he looked offended, as if the fact you thought that was on his mind, made him upset.

‘so there’s no need for you to be here anymore. you can see yourself out please,’ you pointed towards the door, already ready to head back to your bed.

‘but-‘

‘just leave me alone,’ your voice startles him as he puts the bag full of ingredients and medicine down.

‘you can feel however you want to feel about me but let me take care of you first.’

‘why are you trying so hard to stay over? what do you want from me?’

‘there’s nothing i want other than for you to be okay. stop being stubborn.’

sungchan i-" but you couldn't finish your sentence, clutching on to the edge of the countertop, head reeling.

he rushes to your side, helping you stand up and it's only then that he can feel how warm your body is.

"you need to lie down. may i?" he asks for permission before carrying you and placing you very carefully on your bed.

he brought a hand up to your forehead, burning under his palm.

"i'll be back," he said before retreating to the kitchen, and you had no strength to argue with him any further.

he rummaged around looking for a bowl, filling it with both hot and cold water and looking for a cloth before returning back to your side.

kneeling down, he soaked the cloth before using it on your exposed skin.

‘i'm making some chicken noodle soup, you can use some medicine after.’

‘thanks.’

true to his words, sungchan spent the whole evening looking after you at your beck and call.

slowly, you were starting to accepting his help, letting him spoon feed you the soup he made, or changing the bowl of water to press onto your skin.

‘how are you feeling now?’ he was massaging your aching body, his fingers traveling down your frame cautiously, almost like he was too scared to touch you, as if it was his first time.

the contrast of his cool hands on your warm skin gave some kind of relief as you closed your eyes and sighed.

‘a little better.’

"that's good."

in no time you felt your eyes fluttering shut, struggling to keep them open.

‘you can fall asleep, there's no need to force yourself to stay awake. i'm right here.’

his voice was so comforting that you felt yourself eventually succumb to your slumber.

and when you woke up in the middle of your nap, sungchan was sleeping at an awkward angle by your body, arms reaching out to you.

sitting up slightly, you moved his head into your lap and started playing with his hair.

even in his sleep he looks perfect.

his eyelashes were so long and curly, eyebrows furrowed as his pink lips slightly parted.

your fingers traced his features and you silently admired his sleeping form.

‘what am i even doing?’

you retract your hand, feeling the urge to pee.

you attempted to get up to go to the toilet in a way that wouldn’t wake him up, but you ended up hitting your leg and cursing out loud.

sungchan jolts up at the noise, ‘what happened? are you okay?’ he reaches out for you.

‘i just wanted to go to the bathroom,’ it was embarrassing, your skin flushing as you coughed and looked away.

‘come here,’ he pulls you closer, arms wrapped around your waist and lifting you off the ground to the bathroom.

‘thanks,’ you mumble as he sets you down, still too shy to look him in the eye.

when you finish your business, sungchan is right outside the door, leaning on the opposite wall.

"how's the fever? is it still bad?" he asked.

"not as bad as before."

his palm came up to your cheek, feeling your temperature, ‘you're still a bit warm love.’

he was too busy trying to take care of you that he didn't notice the tint of pink that painted your cheeks at the name used.

for a moment you both locked eyes, your heart fluttering at the deep concern shown in his eyes.

did he really care about you?

‘do you want to watch something?’ he proposed, and you nodded your head, hoping that something would ease the butterflies running rampant in your stomach.

but just as you expected, you couldn’t focus on the show.

‘can i ask you something?’ you spoke up after almost half an hour of mostly silence.

‘of course you can love.’

‘why do you keep saying you like me? for the sex?’ the question gnawed at your brain.

he knew from the beginning he wasn’t getting anything out of staying here with you, so why was he bothering?

‘i mean the sex is great, but that doesn’t even make up for 10% of the reason i like you,’ he confessed, and your eyes widened, peering up at him.

there was no way what he was saying was true.

he was blinded by lust, that had to be it.

‘i could write poems about you, dedicate whole books to you.’

‘don’t lie to me.’

‘why is it so hard for you to believe that i like you?’ he tapped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

‘i find it so hard to suppress the affection i have for you, it consumes me. my feelings for you transcend the boundaries of rationality, defying all sensible objections and societal expectations.’

‘i know you won’t like me back, but i have struggled so hard to quell my emotions and it’s impossible. i’m in love with you,’ his eyes flickered down to your lips, but he quickly pulled away.

you couldn’t say anything, frozen in shock. somebody liking you for who you were, despite how mean you were? not for your body, or your looks?’

did you even deserve that?

long after sungchan had left you contemplated in bed, tossing and turning as his words circulated your mind.

you felt much better in the morning, courtesy of sungchan, but you didn’t feel at ease.

it was hard to decipher the weird way you felt nervous just thinking about him.

someone who had taken such good care of you, but demanded nothing in return.

you had to see him tonight.

so when night fell, you immediately grabbed for your phone and texted him.

i need you.

he’s over as soon as possible, not even thirty minutes after you sent the text.

‘how are you feeling pretty?’ his hands come to rest on your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

‘sungchan. please, i need you,’ your eyes were closed, breath laboured as you leaned into his touch.

it felt like everything was intensified, one bit of contact with your skin and you felt yourself burning up.

‘you know i’ve got you angel,’ he kisses you on the forehead before lifting you up, carrying you to your room.

he laid you down so gently, his hand coming underneath the back of your head.

he hovered over you, watching your facial expressions, trying to understand what was happening.

everything was typical to all of sungchan’s previous visits. except the look in your eyes.

you didn’t snap at him to hurry up because you were getting impatient. you didn’t pounce on him as soon as you opened the door, barely leaving any room for any conversation.

you looked up at him expectantly, eyes filled with an emotion he’d never seen from you before.

it made his heart thump in his chest, the sight of your thighs pressing together, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

and you still didn’t say a word. this wasn’t like you.

his palm found solace in the dip of your waist, lips attaching themselves to your neck as your fingertips grazed the hair on the back of his neck.

everything felt so intimate, like it was in slow motion, no rush to tug each others clothes off.

you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you tilted your neck a little more to give sungchan access.

‘you look so pretty,’ he pulls back, admiring the marks on your neck, his marks.

the smile on your face was genuine, a blush settling on your cheeks as you looked up at him.

‘thank you.’

‘you’re welcome baby. let me make my pretty girl feel good.’

his words travelled straight down to your core, clenching over nothing as you reached for his hand.

‘make love to me.’

something inside of sungchan stirred as he heard those words, a new found determination to make this the best sex you would ever experience.

he wouldn’t stop until you begged him to, a soaking mess underneath him. he was less concerned with his own release, focusing only on your pleasure.

the world around you was starting to blur together, eyes terribly unfocused as the only sensation you could feel is the way sungchan’s cock dragged against your walls.

you had lost count of how many orgasms it had been now, desperately clinging onto sungchan so his chest was flush against yours.

overwhelmed by the pleasure you grabbed him by the chin, and for the first time since the both of you had started hooking up, you were the one that kissed him.

it was fervent and sloppy, with a great sense of urgency, as if the both of you would die without it.

you moan into his mouth when you feel him rubbing small circles on your clit, back arching as you could barely keep your eyes open.

‘fuck sungchan, it feels so good,’ you whine as your body instinctively starts to push away from him.

‘i know baby, i know. you’re being such a good girl for me, just one more i promise,’ he was over the moon, feeling like this was the first time there was real love and passion between the two of you.

he was drunk on this feeling, not wanting it to end so soon. he didn’t want you to go back to your cold self, mercilessly kicking him out of your room once you were both done.

he wished it could last forever, him permanently nestled inside of you for the rest of his life.

but he had been practicing great restraint with the way you were constantly squeezing around him, and the kiss you had given him meant he wasn’t going to last much longer.

he picked up the pace, lifting your legs up as he entered you from a new angle, loving the way you didn’t hold back your moans anymore, chanting his name.

‘sungchan fuck, i’m about to cum,’ your head was clouded, fingers shaking as your reached up into his hair and pulling it.

your legs were shaking, the feeling of every ridge of his cock becoming all too much.

‘let it out for me baby, i’m right here. cum for me angel.’

his words gave you that final push, the coil in your stomach snapping, your orgasm washing over you so intensely that your head falls back, pussy clenching around him so violently.

he fucks you through your orgasm, calling you a good girl as he brings a kiss to both of your thighs.

‘almost there angel,’ sungchan grunts, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

your pussy still fluttered around him, so warm and tight, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he came.

he was preparing himself to pull out, until he felt your legs hook around his waist, arms coming around his neck, as your forehead rest against his.

‘fuck angel, i-i’m about to cum, i need to-‘

‘cum inside of me. please, i need it,’ you begged.

‘fuck,’ sungchan groaned, trying his hardest to stay rational, shaking his head.

‘you’re- fuck- it’s ovulation week i-‘

‘please fill me up, want it all inside of me baby,’ your words were not making it easy for him, and sungchan feared it was almost getting too late.

‘cum inside of your pussy, it’s all yours. don’t care if we have babies,’ you’re babbling at this point, drool pooling by the side of your mouth, nails digging into his shoulder blade as you use your legs to trap him.

‘oh baby, you want to have my babies that badly, don’t you?’

‘yes, fucking breed me, empty it all inside of me. i’m your good girl i can take it,’ your babbles send him over the edge, flooding you with his cum.

you milk his cock dry, practically stuffed as more and more seems to gush out.

for a while he’s frozen, watching the way most of his cum drips out of you, and he’s not sure words would be able to describe how it’s making him feel.

‘thank you,’ your throat was hoarse, and you spoke barely above a whisper but he still heard you.

you drew him nearer, kissing him gently, hands playing with the tufts of his hair.

he didn’t know how to interpret what had just happened between the two of you.

was it just because you were ovulating? you had never held him so tightly before, initiating kisses, asking him to cum inside.

he wasn’t the only person you were with, so it was a mutual agreement that he would either use a condom or pull out, and you both obeyed those rules.

so what changed?

his mind was preoccupied with these thoughts, even as he cleaned you up, helping you wear a fresh pair of clothes.

he waited for your next move, expectant of you to tell him you had fun before not so kindly sending him on his way.

but you didn’t. instead you watched him put his clothes back on, playing with your fingers as you sat up in bed.

‘stay with me tonight?’ he could tell you were nervous to ask him, and he tried not to appear to excited as he nodded.

slipping into the space next to him, you were the one to wrap yourself around him first, legs going around his stomach.

what were you up to?

it was silent, the only source of noise being the tick of the clock that hung on your wall.

‘i’ve been thinking sungchan,’ you broke the silence, and he turned his head to look at you.

‘what’s on your mind?’

‘i fucking hated the idea of relationships. it felt like it was the beginning of me setting myself up to be hurt. i gave up hope on being with someone a long time ago.’

‘i thought it would be hard for someone- for someone to like me for me, you know,’ there was a lump in your throat, and you felt sungchan rub circles on your back.

‘i’ve felt empty for so long, i guess i thought sex would be enough to fill that gap, but i was wrong.’

you took a deep breathe, unsure of how to say what you wanted to say.

‘so, let’s do it.’

‘do what my love?’

‘the um- relationship thing. let’s try,’ a part of you expected him to laugh, to take back the words he told you three days ago.

sungchan wasn’t saying anything, and you were starting to feel a bit nauseous, looking up at his face but frowning at what you saw.

‘are you crying?’ even in the dimly lit room it was easy to see the trails of tears sliding down his cheeks.

it made a few tears slip down your cheeks too, grateful that somebody could even like you this much.

‘that’s all i’ve wanted to hear from you, since the first time i met you actually.’

‘i promise i’ll never make you cry again. unless i’m fucking you too good of course,’ you smack his thigh at his little joke, but he doesn’t even mind it.

the girl of his dreams was finally his.

‘thank you for letting me love you.’

‘thank you, for loving me.’

[storiesforallfandoms]

favoritism ~ pete davidson

word count: 2171

request?: yes!

@absstark​ “Hi! Ik your requests are closed atm but if u are able to, would you please be able to write me a Pete Davidson x female reader where they are dating and she’s a writer at SNL? Thank you 😊”

description: in which he’s dating one of the writers of his show, so the cast often jokes about her favoritism for him

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was actually quite ironic how everything started.

Pete was out at a bar with a couple of his SNL friends when he noticed a pretty girl sat by herself. He didn’t want to seem like a weird guy by just staring at her, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

He felt someone nudge him and he looked up to see they were all looking at him. “Sorry, what were you guys saying?”

Colin smirked at him. “Go talk to her/”

“What? No, I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” Michael asked. “She’s alone over there.”

“For one, we don’t know if she’s actually here alone. She might have a date who’s in the bathroom, or she’s waiting for him to show up. She might even have a boyfriend who’s not here. And two, girls don’t like being approached by strange men in bars. She’ll probably think I’m a fucking creep.”

They were all giving him a similar look before Devon grabbed his shoulders, turned him towards the bar, and gave him a shove. He stumbled slightly, almost bumping into another person along the way. He regained his footing and glanced over at the woman to make sure she hadn’t seen. With the encouragement of his friends, he took a deep breath and made his way across the bar.

“Hey,” he started, very lamely. She looked up and gave him a polite smile. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, but my buddies kind of peer pressured me to come talk to you and I’m mainly doing this to get them off my back. If you just want to reject me, I’ll happily back off.”

She chuckled and glanced over Pete’s shoulder. “Are they the group very obviously staring at us right now?”

Pete followed her gaze to see his friends watching them like a pack of hawks. They didn’t even have the decency to look away when they were caught. Colin even smiled and waved his fingers at them.

“Yeah, those are my asshole friends,” Pete confirmed.

She smiled and waved at the group before turning back to Pete. “Here, sit with me. Give them something to talk about.”

Pete pulled up a stool next to her. He extended a hand towards her. “I’m Pete.”

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

They talked at the bar for hours. They hardly noticed the other patrons starting to clear out or the blaring music starting to die down as the bar did its last call. Pete didn’t even notice his friends had left until the bartender had come to give them the last warning before closing. Before they parted ways, (Y/N) gave Pete  her number and told him to text her the next day.

“Just so I know you’re actually interested,” she had said before walking away.

And he had. The moment he woke up, he texted her, “Hope texting you this soon doesn’t seem to desperate, but I’m very interested - Pete.”

Near seconds later, he got a response. “I’d be a hypocrite if I called you desperate. I’ve been waiting for you to text me since I woke up.”

They texted back and forth all day. Pete was almost late to work because he was too busy texting to realize the time. When he arrived on set he was radiating with happiness. He hadn’t felt hits way in a long time. He had a really good feeling about this one. A strong feeling he hadn’t had before in any of his relationships. There was no doubts this time around.

His castmates noticed his good mood and asked what was up, but he just responded with a shrug and played it off. The guys who had been out the night before knew exactly where his good mood was coming from, but Pete decided to keep it to himself. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself and tell everyone about (Y/N) just yet.

“Hey, Pete!” Lorne called as he spotted Pete making his way to set.

“Hey Lorne,” Pete said. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to introduce you to our new writer. She’s starting today, so try not to scare her away just yet.”

Pete chuckled, but it died off when Lorne stepped aside and gestured to the newbie. “(Y/N)?”

Her eyes widened, too. “Pete?”

“You two know each other?” Lorne asked.

“We met last night,” (Y/N) responded.

Lorne looked between the two of them. “You...met last night?”

“Not like that,” Pete assured him. “We met at a bar and just talked all night. We exchanged numbers, that’s it.”

Lorne had a skeptical look on his face that made Pete’s heart drop to his stomach. He knew how this was about to go: he would have to delete (Y/N)’s number and their messages, and he’d have to forget their would be romance before it even started. It was a HR issue, one that they would definitely not be allowed to explore.

This was the quickest broken heart he had ever gotten.

“You know, technically I should be sending you to HR to discuss this,” Lorne started. Both (Y/N) and Pete winced at the idea. “But that’s a lot of time and paperwork, and all that bullshit. So, I’m going to take both of your vocal promises that whatever this is will not interfere with either of your jobs.”

The two of them happily agreed. Lorne nodded and muttered something about leaving before he witnessed something he shouldn’t. That left (Y/N) and Pete alone, a slightly awkward tension in the air.

“You didn’t mention that you’re working for SNL,” Pete said. He meant it to come out lighthearted, but he winced when he realized how accusatory it actually sounded.

“I...actually didn’t know you were on the show,” she admitted. “You never mentioned it. You just said you were an actor.”

Pete chuckled. “Okay, we were both a little untruthful. Maybe we start over on the introductions.” He held his hand out to her. “Hi, I’m Pete. I’m a main actor on  Saturday Night Live.”

(Y/N) giggled and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Pete. I’m (Y/N), and I just got hired to write for Saturday Night Live.”

“Well, congratulations. And good luck on it. I heard the cast are all assholes, except for that Pete guy. So make sure you give all the funniest jokes to him.”

(Y/N) giggled again, looking down at the ground between them shyly.

It was the start to an amazing relationship. Pete could honestly say he hadn’t felt this happy in a very long time. They kept their personal lives separate from their work lives, which seemed to be the big key to making things work. Nothing was ever discussed about the show unless they were on set, and the minute they walked on the lost their relationship was put on the back burner until they left.

But the moments they had outside of work were some of the best moments of his life. He loved being with (Y/N) and spending most of his free time with her. He was trying not to go too fast with their relationship the way he had in past relationships, but it was hard not to be a bit optimistic with how well things were going.

Of course, dating a co-worker came with some teasing from other co-workers; especially when the other co-workers were fellow comedians. The main joke that the cast liked to tell was that Pete was getting favoritism from (Y/N) when it came to being given the best jokes.

It started during the table read for a skit. They were about halfway through when Punkie cut Pete off mid-joke to proclaim, “No fair, he’s getting the best jokes!”

Everyone stopped to look at her in confusion. They couldn’t tell if the look on her face was serious or not, so Pete asked, “Excuse me?”

“Your jokes here are so much better than mine,” Punkie said. “Must be nice sleeping with one of the writers.”

Punkie laughed, but Pete looked horrified by her “joke”.

“(Y/N) didn’t even write this sketch,” Kenan pointed out.

“That’s a very serious accusation, Punkie,” one of the producers commented.

“Come on, guys, it’s just a joke,” Punkie said. “I’m not mad. Just keep reading.”

Once they finished the table read, Pete decided to approach Punkie himself. “Hey, Punkie, listen. I know what you said was a joke, but...can you maybe be mindful of the way you say it? You could get (Y/N) into a lot of trouble if the wrong people heard what you said.”

“Pete, I didn’t mean it. Everyone knows (Y/N) isn’t actually giving you favoritism in the sketches.”

“I know, I’m just saying to work on your delivery. I really don’t want to have to deal with HR.”

“Okay, I get it. I’ll try to be more funny about it next time.”

And that was truly the wrong thing for Pete to say; for him to agree that if it was clearly said as a joke, that it was fine to say that (Y/N) favorited him. Because once he made the distinction that it was okay to do it in a joking matter, it was like the entire cast had decided they wanted to joke about Pete and (Y/N). It wasn’t anything new for the cast, they joked around with each other all the time. They were all friends, and you had to have a sense of humor if you were gonna be on SNL.

But man, after some time, Pete found it so much more annoying than his castmates meant it to be. He was trying so hard to separate his work life from his personal life, like Lorne had wanted, but now it was like his personal life was open season for all of his friends.

And it was definitely something (Y/N) had noticed. The jokes were never made to her face the same way they were to Pete’s, but she heard the whisperings or the aftermath of certain jokes when approaching Pete. She never said anything at first, which made Pete hope that maybe it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered him.

But one night, as they were leaving set, Pete noticed that (Y/N) seemed distracted. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him as they walked through the doors onto the lot.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.

(Y/N) nibbled on the inside of her cheek before she spoke, “Do your castmates really think I favorite you when writing?”

Pete stopped walking suddenly, causing (Y/N) to stumble a little. He turned to face her and she did the same.

“Baby, of course not. They’re only joking when they say that shit. No one actually believes it,” he assured her.

She shrugged. “I guess, but they say it so much. I’m starting to worry that they actually mean it but don’t want to say it, which could get us both in a lot of trouble if it ever comes back to HR.”

Pete put his hands on her shoulders. “Baby, I promise they do not mean it. If it ever got to HR, they would all swear up and down that they’re joking. They just like to poke fun at me because I had to fall in love with a new writer on set, out of all people. But it’s not serious, I can promise you that.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You fell in love with me, huh?”

Pete couldn’t help but smile too as his hands ran down her arms to take hers. “I would think that’s pretty obvious by now.”

“You haven’t said the big L word before,” she said. “So, I don’t know, I thought maybe this was all just for fun.”

He chuckled, knowing that she was joking about the last part. They both knew they were in this relationship for the long run. There was nothing “just for fun” about it.

But she was right in saying that he hadn’t said the big three words to her yet. Although he knew deep in his heart that he did love (Y/N), he hadn’t been ready to say the words to her just yet.

That big L word was out there now, though. So, realisitically, he was part way there.

“I love you,” he said.

He didn’t think the smile on (Y/N)’s face could get any wider, but it did. She lit up like Times Square and leaned closer to him.

“I love you, too.”

They closed the gap between them to kiss. It was meant to be a sweet, romantic moment for the two of them, but it was quickly cut off by someone calling, “Get a room you two!”

They pulled apart, chuckling at the reaction, before deciding to go home and do just that.

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 14

Prompt: Humiliation Pairing: nonidol!Jeongin (I.N) x olderfem!reader WC: 2k Summary: You’ve had a day. You need a drink. Alone preferably. And yet here comes the boy who has been staring you down all night.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Jeongin (I.N) or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW/CW Preface. Jeongin uses the word “noona” to refer to the reader. I just really couldn’t think of a better word to refer (cutely) to a woman older than you but not “mommy” and part of what this specific version of him gets off on is the power of fucking someone older than him. ANYWAY if that give you the ick, turn back now.

Additional TW/CW below the cut.

TW/CW: fucking in a bathroom, humiliation, degradation, reader nicknames- (noona, ONE instance of “mommy”, whore, dumb slut, slut, disgusting), under negotiated kink, cum in panties, dubcon (they’re drunk, most agree that consent at this point is...well murky AT BEST), ROUGH sex (gagging, underprepped, no aftercare). Age gap *(unspecified, reader is older) 

 “Oh no no no,” you stopped the young man in his tracks. “You are much too young for me baby boy.”  He hadn’t spoken a single word to you yet, spending most of the night staring at you from the corner of the bar as many other men had all of your life. You didn’t need to know much, his sweet dimpled face told you everything you needed to know. Old enough to drink, sure, but certainly too young for you.  “Aw,” his voice sounds disappointed yet determined as he smiles. “Noona, you haven’t even let me speak, you don’t know why I’m here.”  Coolly taking another sip of your drink, you look at him from the corner of your eye. “I know you’ve been staring at me all night. It’s enough to make assumptions.”  “So you’re like a museum piece? I can look but I can’t touch?” He sticks the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he smiles and winks cheekily.  You let out an exasperated sigh, the line was cheesy but his audacity was admirable. Looking straight ahead you down your drink, if this was what the night was, leave it up to Bacchus, not your brain. “Do you have an elevator pitch or do I have to suffer more bad lines?”  “The elevator pitch, noona, is that younger guys are the trend. You seem like a trendsetter. It seems like a great opportunity for you to increase your portfolio and it just so happens that I have availability for tonight.”  “I regret the elevator pitch, buy me a drink or do you need to call your parents to authorize the charge?”  “No mommy, I’m a big boy in more than one way.” He tries to wink and cringes. “That was bad. I'm sorry, I’ll grab your next drink if you let me.”  Eyes wide with disbelief you weigh your options, send the kid away or see what the night brings. In reality he can’t be THAT much younger than you. You’re both here in a bar, drinking,he has to be at least twenty one years old. Unless he has a fake, the devious little shit. You’ve already spent more time with him than you’d originally intended. Before you’re able to politely wave him off your smartwatch pings and you go delving into the depths of your purse. In the time it takes you to dig the bartender is back and the kid is ordering you and himself another round.  “I thought you said ‘if you let me’ I don’t recall giving you permission.”  “You seemed preoccupied and if i’m being honest, a little stressed. No pressure, you can enjoy it without me, or with me. You must admit I’m at least a little exciting, I might be fun to keep around a bit longer.”  Fighting your smile you nod nonchalantly to the barstool next to you. “The seat’s open.”

 You don’t remember how many drinks you’ve had but it’s enough to be following him to the bathroom. Him -Jeongin, IN, Innie- he had so many names from his friends and family. It was less alcohol than you’d hoped before you’d fallen to his boyish charm. Eager, honest, and way too fucking into you to pass up.  His hand is on your lower back as the two of you walk towards the back, almost as if you’re going to exit through the kitchen instead of heading to one of the three single occupancy bathrooms. Touching the doorknob you hesitate briefly, door creaking under the light pressure.  Jeongin is on you before the door even finishes opening, spinning you around to face him, hands on your hips as he backs you through the door in an impassioned kiss.  “What if someone sees?” You half whisper as he kisses your neck, fumbling with the small zipper of your skirt.  “Then they’ll know we’re fucking,” he states simply, giving up on the skirt and yanking your blouse free. “Do you have a problem with that?”  The heat of embarrassment creeps at the sides of your face and twists in your gut pleasantly. “Isn’t it…they’d know…” your tongue ties, a girlish giggle from a fluttering heart interrupting. Jeongin isn’t helping as he pushes the cups of your bra down, thumbs running over your nipples as he hurries to free your breasts.  “Does that excite you? Someone walking in on you getting fucked by some stranger in a shit bathroom in a shity dive bar?” Jeongin pinches your nipples slightly, your eyes rolling as you bite back a moan.  “It does.”  “What does?” He pinches your nipples again.  “Fucking a stranger in a shitty dive bar.” Your heart jumps, just saying it outloud feels exciting. Hearing his words in your voice feels more real.  “What does fucking a stranger do?” His lips ghost over your neck as he nearly whispers, each consonant buzzing against you. Hand traveling between your thighs, the tips of his fingers rub circles in the cotton fabric of your underwear, right above your clit.  “Turns me on, fuck, Jeongin!” You squeal  The squish of your damp panties is proof enough of his handiwork. “And you thought a kid like me couldn’t have a woman like you.” He laughs, nibbling at the column of your throat. “So wet for me already. Can control everything but that needy cunt of yours. Who got you this worked up?  Pushing the gusset of your panties aside his middle finger plays at your entrance, circling slowly, barely dipping in. “You did,” you gasp, hips canting to try to trick him into slipping further down your channel.

 Gathering some of your essence on his fingers he backs off, playing with the strands clinging between his fingers. “Clean them,” he offers to you, your eyes already glazed over an unfocused as you lean into the tiled wall.  You do it, eagerly. Taking his digits into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them. Sucking him clean and then some.  “So your mouth is good for something,” he coos pressing your mouth open to fuck along the soft pink surface of your tongue. Watching drool pool and spill from the corners of your lips. “You’re so much hotter when you give into me. Just like this. Why don’t you put that smart little mouth around my cock?”

 There’s no discussion, you simply slip to the floor, knees pressing into the cold dirty tile. “Disgusting” you mutter to yourself.  Grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Jeongin tilts your head up,  looming over you. “Just like you. Now open and stick your tongue out like the dumb slut you are.”  Eyes wide you comply. His lips purse as he summons a globule of spit, letting it cling to his lips as it drops slowly down to your mouth. “Keep it open,” he demands, freeing his stiffened member from its confines. Using the tip he pushes his spit along your tongue, watching his length eclipse the velvety pink surface. “Just look at how sweet you can be,” he coos, “from here you aren’t so scary at all are you, noona?”  Doe-eyed you look up at him and shake your head no. Holding your jaw as open as you can for him, relaxing all the way through the back of your throat as he pushes deeper. The stretch at the hinges of your jaw is almost painful as he smiles down at you, the cute dimples suddenly seem sinister when paired with his actions. It sends a shiver all the way down to your core. You’re so pent up you could scream, instead whimpering and squeezing your thighs together for relief. Guilty that it turns you on so much you can barely form thoughts as he fucks into your open mouth, hand cushioning the back of your head from the tile wall.

 Kicking your knees apart, Jeongin slides his shoe under your ass as you hump blindly against his leg. It provides some, albeit humiliating, relief to your throbbing cunt.  “Just what would your colleagues think? Humping my leg like a flithy slut. A professional like you getting broken down by a boy like me.” He finally pushes all the way back, breaching the ring of muscle at the top of your throat as you gag around him. Mucus and spit and tears covering your cheeks and chin, eyes glazed over.  “Doing alright?” Jeongin asks sweetly, hand slowly wiping the mess across your face.  “Fuck me. Please. Please. I need it so badly. I’m so ready for you baby please.”  “Get up.”  You wobble still half drunk on alcohol half drunk on hormones, leaning into the wall for support.  “Grab the sink.”  The white ceramic of the sink is cool against your overheated skin as you hold onto the edge of the basin, waiting. Blurry eyed you watch him through the mirror in front of you, like the killer in a horror movie about to claim his next victim. He looks wild while you look like a wreck, makeup running down your cheeks and hair in knots. He hoists your skirt to your waist, pushing your soaked panties to the side.  “You won’t need any prep right? You’ve taken cock enough right? I’m just a young guy, it’ll be no problem for you with all your experience.”  Your mouth opens to beg him to go slow, instead it feels like your gut is punched through your esophagus as his blunt head bullies its way between your walls. The stretch sudden and brutal. Sliding forward with him, hips bruising against the lip of the sink, your face smushes into the mirror in front of you with a reedy whine.  “Shit, you’re tight noona. Fuck.” He grunts as he rocks closer to you, steadying for a second before he begins in earnest. Fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass he pulls almost all the way back, savoring the feeling of your walls tugging him back in eagerly. The dip of your back arches more dramatically as he thrusts forward, drawing another whine from you.  Pulling you upright and tight to his chest his hand covers your mouth tightly. “Do you want everyone to know I’m ruining you? Or are you just so fucked out you don’t care anymore.”  “Fucked,” you sob, spit coating the palm of his hand. “Good. Fucked.”  He thrusts up again. The combination of slight angle change and the press of the sink against your groin has his tip aimed directly into the soft target of your spot.  It’s overwhelmingly good as he jackhammers into you, hips snapping ruthlessly. Panting your body shifts violently between limp and clenched, unsure of how to handle the overload of pain and pleasure.  “Go ahead slut, cum on my cock. You’re lucky I’m even letting you.” He sneers, lips pressed to the shell of your ear. The tickle of his breath is what sends you over the edge, shaking and gasping as your walls clamp around him. He leans the both of you forward as you vision darkens, body slackening against the mirror. Cheek pressed to your lower back you both pant as he withdraws suddenly, staggering back from you slightly.

 You hardly notice he’s left you like that, only alerted by the click of the door unlocking and closing again. In your post climax sobriety you realize you have no idea if he’d even bothered to wear a condom. Slowly your hand slides over your ass, nearly gagging at the smear of sticky residue stuck to the inside of your underwear. Drifting higher to pull your skirt down, something small like a clothing tag pokes you.

 A business card.  “I got your tab, call me,” scrawled hastily on the back.

Sorry i’m off my groove I actually wrote this one three fucking times. One veered into A/B/O territory which is so out of my league like i don’t know what i was thinking. Love reading it, no idea how to write it.

Anyway I’m going to make my way againnnnn!

[mountkennedie]

Touch

Anakin Skywalker x gender neutral reader

Summary: Anakin takes any possible opportunity to hold your hand even if it's improbable

Inspired by a post by @m1ndbrand

Warnings: nothing

*Readers appearance isn't specified*

this is a borderline crack fic tbh

A.N. lol hi sorry for obliterating from reality for like 2 years. my bad.

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"I just don't understand it Anakin," you told your secret boyfriend.

"I like holding your hand, it's warm and soft... like the rest of you." His eyes slowly raked up and down your frame before saying, "I so rarely get to feel your beautiful skin against mine. Please grant me this, my angel."

"I do enjoy it as-well. It's just I don't understand why you feel the need to not only hold everything I carry alongside holding my hand." Your boyfriends entire right arm was filled with bags from a day of shopping. When he could disperse the load by splitting between two arms, he refused. Don't even think about holding something yourself, he says it's in the Jedi way to help those in need, you think he just wants to feel strong.

"Feeling strong is nice but also, I do like helping you," he quipped.

"You Jedis and your mind tricks..." you said playfully.

"You love my mind tricks!"

"Well yes, your use of the force is amusing at times, but stay out of my mind!"

"My apologies, Y/n," he said in a cocky tone. You smiled and squeezed his hand in response.

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When the two of you were on your way to one of Senator Amidala's charity banquets, Anakin had insisted on driving. Though the Senator had a transport ready to bring you both, he refused yet again.

"Are you sure? We have some of the best pilots available," The senator mused.

"We do appreciate the offer Senator, however we will be able to transport ourselves just fine," Anakin countered politely.

"Alright. Well I do hope to see you both there."

"You will Senator," you insisted.

Padme had always been tolerant of you and Anakin's rather close relationship. Though not knowing many details, being an intelligent woman, she was able to put the pieces together. She never told a soul and Anakin and you were eternally grateful.

Now the night had came. When you both got settled into your transport, Anakin wasted no time holding out an open hand to you. You accepted of course.

Halfway through the ride to get to the event hall, you felt his metallic hand smoothly caress circles on your hand.

"Did you add another update to your arm? It moves even smoother now."

"I did, actually! I was hoping you'd notice. I also made the overall gears in the arm, much quieter so I can be stealthy. And I also..." he continued explaining the different mechanics and things about his arm on the rest of the way to the event hall. Occasionally, you would feel his hand squeeze yours a bit when he got very excited in what he was talking about.

The only time that night when his hand left yours at all that evening, had been when you both had arrived at the banquet.

"One moment," Anakin said in a slightly annoyed voice. He dropped your hand for a moment to exit the transport. You were about to do the same when he beat you to your door. Once it was open he held his hand out again for you to take. You both remained connected the rest of night. Anakin was ecstatic about being able to be so open about your relationship. For one night neither of you had to hide your secret romance from everyone else.

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"Ani," you began.

"Yes?"

"I need to go to the bathroom." The pair of you had been strolling along in the gardens of Naboo. Padme had been kind yet again to open one of her houses to you and Anakin.

"Of course, let's go."

Upon stepping into the house, you tried to away from his grasp. However, he didn't let go.

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

You scoffed as you took him with you to the bathroom door. "I have to go now."

"You really don't, we can work something out."

"No I don't think we can. But hey," you threw your arms around his neck, and said very softly, "I'll think of you as I go."

"Just as I do for you," he responded just as soft. You two stared at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter.

"Okay I actually really have to go now!"

"Think of me!" Anakin replied as he walked back into the living room.

"Will do!"

[w1ngedsoul]

hi can you do headcanons on dating elijah mikaelson tvd x fem reader

This man is so polite.

Holding doors, helping you sit down, constantly asking you if you're alright or if you want to leave a party/random event.

He always makes you text him so that he knows you got home safe when he can't walk you home.

Flowers, jewellery, teddy bears. This man is amazing at gift giving, he quite literally knows you inside and out.

If you're curvy, then he'll love to hold onto your hips while kissing your neck.

If you're religious, he'll want to be as educated as possible. For example, if you're Jewish, he'll support you fully when you tell him you don't celebrate Christmas.

He'd practically internally scream watching you wear the clothes he buys you.

He wouldn't be able to keep he hands off of you.

"You look irresistible, darling. But, I'm afraid you would look far more stunning with that dress on the floor."

He knows exactly what to say in every conversation.

He has such a way with words that can either have you on your knees or crying on his shoulder.

He face was absolutely priceless when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his favourite classical pieces and you already knew all of them, in fact, you had a playlist full of classical.

Every Sunday morning from 11am-2pm, you'll sit in your living room with books in your hands, taking it in turns to read to each other.

Date night is something that Elijah takes very seriously. He'll take you to the finest, romantic restaurants and be an absolute gentlemen throughout the whole night.

And at the end of the night, when you've arrived home and you just placed the keys into the trinket, you'll hear a sharp whisper next to your ear.

"Undress."

Something he loves doing, is taking you to the theatre and watching a pantomime. He knows you used to watch them throughout your childhood but stopped as you grew older, he felt as if you should stay connected to those calming memories.

He's honestly the most loving boyfriend you've ever had, he'll remember all of the little things such as what your favourite song is to the perfume you wear only on special occasions.

He also remembers every detail about you, I mean that literally. Everything you've ever told him about yourself is ingrained in his brain, from the mean boy in primary school to graduating university.

He doesn't know why or how, but he's a lover for candlelit baths. Whenever he's stressed about a sibling or something came up at work, you'll run him a hot bath with candles surrounding the bathroom. Usually you'll put on sensual music in the background, but for most of the time he enjoys the silence.

Speaking of work, he actually has a job. Even though he's a vampire and doesn't necessarily need one, he wants to be as connected to a human life as possible. His siblings shamed him for it, claiming it was 'pathetic' of him and he should 'own his species'.

You supported him fully and he was forever grateful, he got a job in business which he's managed to keep for a good five years and so far, everything's gone well for him. He's the manager at his company and trains new employees daily, you've honestly never been prouder.

But, there are times where you let his mind slip when he's at work...

"You sent me pictures of you posing in lingerie in front of our mirror, while I was in a meeting."

"Did you like them? I made sure to wear your favourite colour."

You two don't keep anything from each other, you're always honest with one another which is what makes your relationship so strong.

"Hey J? Do you want to hear more about my aunt's aff-"

"Tell me."

J was a nickname you picked up randomly when you first met, it stuck ever since.

Once, when you two were talking about hobbies, you mentioned your grandmother taught you how to knit and crochet.

From that day forward, Elijah bought a ton of crochet tools and pulled up YouTube tutorials every evening practicing.

Then when your anniversary rolled around, he presented you with a bouquet of perfectly crocheted flowers.

"Do you like them, darling?"

Something that Elijah tries to keep hidden: he gets jealous so easily.

If there's someone staring at you with the wrong look in their eyes, Elijah will make sure they won't have eyes to look out of by the end of the hour.

Or if someone asks for your number, he'll make sure to introduce himself, and maybe introduce them to his newest spiked bat...

He's not really one for torturing people, but when it's necessary like when you're in danger he'll go through hell and back to make sure you're untouched.

He'd kill for you, even his siblings if it came to it.

He would quite literally die for you, he even told you this when you were gazing at the stars.

"You know, even though you have made this life wondrous in so many ways, I'd let the world take me just so you'd be safe."

[cwritesforfun]

Jake Hangman Seresin x Fem!Reader: Fight For You

She is fighting someone but gets injured. He loses it. 

**Y/N = Your Name**

Masterlist

Hangman’s POV

I heard some dude talking shit about Y/N’s skill earlier and I shut that down real quick. I almost threw a punch, but we were on the base and I didn’t want to be suspended for my behavior. They still look ticked off that I stood up for her and after I said something. It still bothers me that people talk like that about their colleagues. I need to keep watch on Y/N to make sure she’s okay. 

I hear my name and I look up to see Y/N angrily storming toward me. This cannot be good. I did need to speak to her though.  I ask “And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Y/N snaps “You stood up for me! You did not need to do that!” I reply “They were talking smack about you. I didn’t want to hear them saying bad stuff about someone I care about. I would fight them for you if I have to.” She sighs and replies “Yeah well now they seem to hate me even more. They want to make any life a living hell and this… this made it worse. I get that you were just trying to help and I appreciate it, but it did not help. Please stay away.” I’m about to respond, but she storms off. I try to follow and she yells “Lay off Hangman!” 

... Night Off... Setting: The Hard Deck ... 

I’ve been keeping my eye from a distance on Y/N and I told Phoenix to help. Phoenix understood and told me those same guys used to bully her. The only reason it stopped is that Y/N arrived.

Y/N and Phoenix walk in and then over to us. I pat a space next to me and motion for Y/N to take a seat, which she does surprisingly.  I ask “So how was the rest of your week?” She answers “I know you told Phoenix. She told me. You upset her because now she thinks it’s her fault. She thinks it’s her fault for not warning me sooner about their taunting. I noticed you watching me this week. They did too. I got a note that mentioned it.” I ask “A note?! And you didn’t tell me? I’m trying to look after you, Y/N.” She answers “Stop trying.” She then gets up and goes to play pool.

I get another beer and slowly the night passes by.

When we’re about to leave, I ask “Where is Y/N? Doesn’t she need a ride?” Phoenix shrugs and says “She went to the bathroom. I’ll go check on her.” I wait and talk with Bob who seems freaked out that I’m speaking politely. Phoenix returns and says “Y/N is gone.”

Rooster walks over to us and says “You guys need to come quick. Y/N is outside and she’s about to fight them.”

We run outside and I see Y/N fighting the group. It’s very unevenly matched, but that’s not the real problem. The real issue is that Y/N is getting pummeled and she would never ask for help. I know that she’ll help me if I help her, but I also know that I would never be able to live with myself if I didn’t help her.

I run over to them as fast as I can and I swing a punch into one of their faces. One of them exclaims “Well look who it is. The knight in shining armor. The pretty boy. Hangman.” I reply “And look at you... bullies through and through. It’s cowardly that it takes 4 of you to fight one girl.” One of them scoffs and says “I guess 2 against 4 is better than 1 against 4.” I hear “Try 3 against 4.” I see Phoenix standing there fists raised.

The men stand there and we fight them. 

I then hear “Stay there and she doesn’t get hurt.” I look over and one of them has a knife to Y/N’s throat. I notice Y/N’s panicked expression and heaving breathing. 

I raise my hands and say “Fine I’ll lay off. Let her go.” The one with the knife shakes their head and says “She got the job I was supposed to get. Why should I let her go? I end her and I get my job back.” I carefully step forward and reply “You’ll have to kill me too then.” The one with the knife shrugs and as he raises the knife about to stab her, Phoenix knocks him down from the side and I catch Y/N who falls into my arms.

We leave them on the beach, but we call Maverick. We tell him everything and he agrees to bring it to the higher-ups to get them kicked out of the program as well as hopefully suspended. He says we may have to tell statements to police to get the one with the knife arrested. He says the best we can hope for is that the rest of them are kicked out and transferred. We thank him for helping.

Y/N gets into my car and I slide into the driver’s seat. I exclaim “I’m going to bring you to your place, right?” She nods and says “I could’ve ridden with Phoenix. We live together and it would be easier.” I ask “But is it what you want to do?” She answers “No.”

We drive to her place and when we pull into the driveway, I exclaim “Y/N, before you leave and before you get mad at me for helping you, I want you to know that I will always fight for you. Anytime you need me to help, I will. You’re everything to me and I will do anything for you.” She asks “Really?” I answer “Yes. Anything for you, Miss Y/N. I would’ve fought all of them for you to be okay.”  She half smiles and asks “So this was all because you care about me? You acted this way because of your feelings?” I nod and she nods too. She then says “I didn’t really want you to stay away and lay off earlier this week. I just thought I could handle it on my own. I couldn’t. I’m glad you were there for me. So uh thanks, Hangman. We can give the whole dating thing a try. I wouldn’t be opposed.” I smirk and say “So I take it that you like me too?” She kisses me on the cheek and says “Yes and thanks for everything. I need to leave before I do something I regret.” I reply “You’ll never regret me or forget me.” She opens the door and says “I don’t think I could ever forget you, Hangman.”  

[raspberrysunshinebby]

Two Choices

Chapter 10

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel (not rlly)

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally died they could be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: none in this chapter.

A/N: I finally finished it, imma be so fr and start another wip too cause I feel like it. I will finish this series though dw I’m so close to it.

Word Count: 3580

The Inn we’d stayed at was a bit run down, but nothing that bothered me much. I’d stayed at places like this before when Eris and I would sneak around, sometimes meeting up in cabins we’d both owned were difficult considering they technically weren’t ours but our families. Sometimes when we’d felt like Beron was onto us we’d find Inns slightly far away and meet there for whatever. The Inn we’d ended staying at was okay, i mean it wasn’t filled with rats or anything but it wasn’t top-tier. As long as there were no rats I didn’t mind, though.

The Inn didn’t have enough rooms for us all to have our own and we ended up rooming with one person each. I thought about rooming with Corbin but felt like that might be inappropriate, so I instead ended up rooming with Wren. I quite liked Wren, she was strongly opinionated and protective, all qualities I can respect.

When we walked in there were two beds (thank the mother) and a simple bathroom, the one that Wren immediately called. I couldn’t blame her as I couldn’t even imagine what it was like to fly around all day in a court you didn’t know trying to find places to stay and eat, especially in one so fucking hot. I quickly realized she went into there without any clothes, and I didn’t wanna be rude, but I really didn’t want to see her naked. I knocked on the door to ask her if it was okay for me to do it, once I earned her approval I snooped through her bags, grabbing pajamas she’d packed some toiletries and underclothes before passing it to her in the bath. I also quickly realized, I in fact, did not have any extra clothes or anything. I groaned before knocking on the bathroom again, “Hey does Fern have any extra clothes? Or like anything? I really dont wanna get back into these clothes after bathing.”

I think its pretty obvious why I didn’t ask Wren if she had any clothes, you know with all of her clothes having holes for her wings, “Ummmm,” Wren thought for a second, “probably not, just ask Blythe for some money cause Corbin probably needs some too.”

“K bet, I’ll be back in a bit.”

I left the room to head towards Blythes, who was rooming with Corbin thankfully. I was told he’d normally room with Auden in this type of situation but Blythe is still a little mad. I quickly banged on it before Corbin opened the door.

“Hey,” he said looking confused, “whats up?”

I pushed past him to get myself into the room before opening my mouth, “Do you need clothes and stuff? Cause I do.”

Corbin thought for a moment, “Yea I guess so, but I was just gonna borrow from Blythe and Auden.” 

“Yea well I can't really do that and I also don't wanna go alone so you're coming, and I need Blythe to give us money for it. Where is Blythe?” I asked.

“Over here.” I heard his deep voice in the corner of the room. I went toward him to see him sharpening a knife in a chair that sat in the corner of the room, “Blythe wanna come with us?” I asked, mainly just wanting to be polite but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy his company, because I had never been able to enjoy the comfortable silence I had with him, then with Corbin something about him made me extremely comfortable. Probably because he was the one to get me out of the Night Court and probably saved my life, if not my life than both my mental and physical wellbeing.

“Grab the bag of money in my bag,” Blythe said, carefully wrapping his knife back up and placing it in his pocket. He leaned down to fix his shoelaces as I jumped on one of the beds and went to his bag, while I was digging through it I tried to ignore everything else I found inside it but I quickly noticed a journal in it, I didn’t look into it, just noted it before I grabbed the bag of money and closed the bag. I leaped off the bed and walked over to Corbin, lifting the bag in my hand while shaking it around causing him to giggle a bit, Blythe followed closely behind as we left all together.

Thankfully it wasn’t too late so many shops were still open, well it wasn’t too late here in the Day Court. The day was longer than the night here, around three hours shorter which left more places open for longer, thankfully for us. We entered a shop that had some traveling clothes sitting in the front of it, Corbin went straight to the clothes sitting on the male side, clearly excited to get clothes that are only his and I went toward the female section and searched through different pants and shirts, I didn’t care too much for looks as it wasn’t my money that was being spent and I just wanted something comfortable and able to put up with weather that we’d come across. As I looked and felt a presence behind me, one I quickly realized was Blythe, I turned to acknowledge him before continuing to look. 

“You should go for that red one, since you're from Autumn Court it should look good on you,” Blythe said.

I scoffed, “Red looks amazing on me, thank you.” I took a good look at the red one he’d pointed out to me, it was a white lace top under it with a dark red corset and red jacket, black pants and I could just wear the boots I already had with it. “The top looks kind of flimsy though. “ I said, examining it.

“Yeah, but it’ll be good for the warmer courts.” I nodded in agreement to that, “Get a few anyway, different climates and stuff, plus wearing the same clothes everyday sucks.” He said, as he looked at a few outfits for me as well.

I grabbed the one he’d pointed out and continued looking. I felt weird getting multiple and spending his money but he was right. Plus I was paying him to get me to the Winter Court. 

My stomach began to feel weird, like anxiety creeping up at me, before my stomach completely turned and my heart began to pound. I gripped onto Blythe to steady myself from the sudden feeling which almost knocked me off my feet. I did my best to steady my breathing as Blythe gripped onto me himself. I'm not sure how Corbin was alerted but he ended up rushing toward me as well. I heard them asking me if I was okay, I tried to respond but I couldn’t and then I finally understood what was happening, I could feel a tug on the bond and then I could smell him.

That fucker was here, probably looking for me. I gripped my shirt with my free handover my heart before looking at Corbin, “He’s here,” I couldn’t bring myself to say Azriel’s name. I heard Blythe say ‘shit’ before pushing me into the back of the store.

“Look at me,” Blythe told me, I looked him in the eyes, “is your side of the bond on?” He asked me, I shook my head no.

“Okay good.” Then he reached for his knife and cut open his hand, which made me want to vomit. He grabbed my neck and covered it with his blood. I allowed him to do it without any protest, mainly because I was doing my best to not ball my eyes out and vomit all over the floor of this poor shop.

Blythe tucked up into a corner as he continued bleeding over my neck while Corbin peaked over some racks to watch the window. Blythe used his non bleeding hand to hold onto my own shaking one, he used his thumb to rub over it while trying to calm me. Corbin ducked from his spot, I could only assume Azriel stood in front of the store, fuck I hoped his shadows wouldn’t find me. Corbin peeked up once more and let out a breath, signaling that Azriel had walked away.

We sat there until I could no longer smell or feel him, it took about ten minutes before it was completely gone and I allowed myself to let go of Blythe's hand, which I now realized I was crutching onto so hard it looked red, and cower myself into a ball. I didn’t hear exactly what was said, only Blythe telling Corbin to go buy the things I picked out and his things and to go buy pajamas for me as well before grabbing me to put me on his back and leaving the store. 

I basically just spaced out the whole way, physically I was there but I mentally wasn’t. All I could remember from that night was Wren helping me bathe to get the blood off me and Corbin coming with pajamas. When I opened my eyes I layed in the bed in the hotel room. Instead of it only being me and Wren I sat up and saw Blythe laying on the floor, Corbin laying with him on the floor. I reached my hand to my neck to touch it, well more wipe it, I wanted to see if the blood was still there. I knew they had bathed me but part of me still wanted to check.

I'm not sure why I was surprised when my hand came back clean. Part of me expected that blood would be fresh on my neck and covering my clothes when I woke up. I don't know, maybe my brain just wasn't working properly at the moment. 

I got up from the bed as carefully as I could to not wake anyone up. I noticed how I stumbled a bit like my body had grown weaker but I ignored it and pushed through to go into the bathroom. I quietly closed the door before allowing myself to fully breath, I looked in the mirror and saw myself as well, when I looked at myself I was shocked. My eyes were sunken, my face was gaunt, my skin paler than snow and my body skinnier than it's ever been. The part that shocked me the most was the black nightgown I wore, one that reminded me of the night court.

There was no way Corbin would buy me a black nightgown, especially not one so night court. Not when he knew what the night court had done to me and his friends. I stumbled to the door, my body feeling weaker than it's already had, when I put my hand on the door knob I smelt one thing. Blood. I smelt blood.

Panic surged through my body as I opened the door knob, I rushed out of the bathroom almost tripping into the mainroom to make sure the three were okay. “Guys!” I yelled out, not receiving a response.

I saw three bodies lining the floor, the floor covered in blood. I wanted to scream and cry but instead I began hyperventilating, I couldn’t think, I couldn't move. I felt tears falling down my face and my body weaken. I wanted to fall and cry my eyes out but I needed to know the rest were okay, I needed to know Auden, Fern and Oliver were okay, that whatever went through here didn’t take them too. I began to back up, my hands and body shaking before I turned, mother I wish I never turned.

Azriel’s face looked loomed over by shadow, and he stood there bloody, a knife in his hand and his wings sparted out. I choked out a sob and tried to find words, any words, but none came out. Instead I could do nothing but sob.

I looked down at the floor, I realized my dress had changed, a black gown similar to the one I wore in the Court of Nightmares except puffer and baggier, it covered every crevice of my body, every inch of it hidden away. It was obvious who picked it out. I couldn’t move, not my feet, not my arms, nothing. 

I felt Azriel’s hand reach to grip the back of my neck and pull me into him as I sobbed, I could hear him making those “shh” noises you make to toddlers when they cry to comfort them, somehow it didn’t comfort me, it only made me cry harder.

“You killed them, you fucking killed them.” I sobbed into his chest, not that I had much of a choice to sob anywhere else. “You slaughtered them, you fucking monster.”

He gripped my hair to make me look up to him, his face was still loomed over, not clear, “They took you, I know they took you. Cause you’d never leave me, right? You’d never leave me right, my pretty mate?” I sobbed harder hearing this, I felt my body give out and if he wasn’t holding me I knew I’d fall onto the ground.

I could feel myself hyperventilating, I couldn't breath and I could barely see from the tears in my eyes. I was pushed onto a bed and when my eyes cleared enough I realized I sat on Azriel’s bed, in Azriel’s room. I looked over to the fire and saw something burning, something red, I looked closer and realized it was multiple things. I gained enough strength to pick myself up and walk toward the fire, my dress felt lighter than the one I wore just a few moments ago. I noticed I now wore a lacy, short nightgown. One that was sheer everywhere except my breasts and the area where my lower body was. 

I wrapped my arms around myself and walked to the fire place, I looked at it cautiously before taking note as to what was burning.

I saw articles of clothing, books, accessories and other items all burning inside it, all items were of Autumn Court, all articles were mine. I realized they were all things I’d broughten from the Autumn Court when I moved, all things I’d given to Leilani and her family. I rushed myself toward the fire in some stupid attempt to stop it, even though I wasn’t sure how. I found myself sitting in front of the fire, watching all my things burn.

Tears continued to fall out of my eyes as I reached my hand toward it, slipping my hand into the fire. I tried my best to grab my things, nothing going through my mind but the need to have something so precious toward me back, almost a child-like thought. I could hear Azriel screaming behind me. It sounded like he was begging me to stop but I couldn’t hear it very well as the sound of the flame spreading to everywhere on my body filled my ears. I could hear Azriel’s voice come closer and I thought of attempting to grab me, but at this point I’d been too far in the flames, my body began to melt under it and I could feel my flesh burning. I’d heard stories of how bad it is to burn to death, how painful it was, how you feel utter terror and how you not only die from the fire, but from suffocation. I couldn’t believe how ironic it was that a girl from the Autumn Court would die like this, it almost being unheard of for someone in the Autumn Court to die by fire. 

I ignored Azriel’s voice until I couldn’t anymore, and the only reason I couldn’t was because it wasn’t his voice, it was Eris’. I heard Eris’ voice screaming my name, yelling for someone to help me, yelling for a healer as I could feel myself suffocate, the suffocation only got worse now that Eris’ was here, now that he had to see me like this. I moved my hand out of the fire and turned my body to where I heard Eris’ voice. I wished I could see him pass the flames but I couldn’t. Instead all my body could do was collapse onto the ground as my body shriveled up into a burnt mess.

Waking up in the bed of the Inn we’d stayed at was unreal, I felt tears streaming down my face and myself hyperventilating. I pushed myself out of bed and checked the ground, noticing Blythe and Corbin weren’t there like in what I could now assume was a dream. I rushed myself toward the second bed in the room where Wren slept, I didn’t want to wake her and only stood over her to watcher her chest rise up and down from her breathing which ended up helping me calm down some, but the pit in my stomach and my rushing mind didn’t go away, I had stopped crying though.

I rushed myself out of the room and brought myself to the first room where Auden, Oliver and Fern slept. I peered in and saw Auden snoring on a couch in the room. Oliver slept soundly and I could see Fern drooling onto her pillow. I left the room, closing the door carefullying before moving toward the room where Corbin and Blythe slept. I only had to step a few feet before I was at the door and doing my best to quietly open the door.

I peeked my head into the dark room to see if I could see them breathing but their room was much darker than the other one had been causing me to need to step into the room to clear my racing mind and tell it they were all okay. Walking into the room I was painfully aware of my bare feet but pushed through the cold floor to reach them. Corbin's bed was closer to me so I checked his first. Not wanting to wake him I only paid close attention to his chest and watched his chest go up and down. I stayed there for a minute just watching him breathe, something about it calmed me a little bit and then I finally moved on to the last person. 

Blythes bed was tucked into the corner of the cozy room and the walk felt so long there, something about the length of it and trying to keep quiet made my heart race. After a few seconds I made it over to his side of the bed where because of how he was positioned I could not see or hear him breathing, which scared the shit out of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. I did something probably stupid. I reached my hand over to his wrist that sat out of the sheets on top of him, I needed to find his pulse to make sure he was okay. I wasn’t sure exactly where it was but I knew it’d be there. I braced myself to touch his wrist, but before I could he grabbed mine and gripped onto it hard, probably assuming I was someone trying to kill him.

I yelped when he gripped onto it, I quickly moved my hand over my mouth and turned to look at Corbin hoping that I didn’t wake him up. Once I saw that he only stirred in his sleep I looked back over to Blythe who looked nothing but confused, “What are you doing?” He asked me, a mix of a question and concern in his voice, his grip on my wrist lightened.

I swallowed, “I just- I wanted to make sure everyone was okay. I’m sorry.” I felt like I looked like a child, looking down at my feet like I’d just broken a window with a ball and was fessing up. 

Blythe let go of my wrist and patted the bed to invite me to sit, I followed suit and sat down. “Why did you need to check?” He asked, ”What’s wrong?”

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at the floor like a child.I played with my fingers as I heard Blythe sigh before he rested one arm around my shoulder. He ruffled my hair a bit before getting up and heading toward the bathroom and quickly coming back with a glass of water, he handed the glass to me before reaching into his bag to grab something that looked like an oil. He walked over to me with it in his hand, “Lay down, just for a second.” He said, I followed, a little confused.

I realized it wasn’t an oil but more of a lotion sort, he rubbed the lotion around my shoulders and added some under my nose, “Oliver sometimes has a hard time sleeping and this is what we like to use on him, sometimes it works on the others too.” He told me, his voice sounding softer. I realized how tense I actually was as my muscles lighten up, once he was down I sat up again, my eyelids felt heavy and I leaned on Blythe’s body. “Just go to bed, okay? We’ll all be here in the morning.” Blythe told me, I nodded to him and moved under his sheets. I felt him tuck me into the bed before moving Corbin’s body over, I heard Corbin groan before Blythe moved into his bed and I’d already passed out.

[lawtistic]

death note hcs

i just want to post crap so here u go

light - if a gay couple were to talk to him i generally think he wouldnt mind but once he realized hes a homosexual hed lose his balls and cry over the bathroom sink. he also uses he/him and if you use anything else for him he’ll politely correct you (hes insulting you in his head)

L - queer icon. he’s never thought about his identity at all and is very casual about it, and if you ask him he’ll probably just shrug or say something way over complicated. he’s also he/him but if you used anything else on him he wouldnt say anything, he doesnt really care.

misa - misa is a CHAOTIC bisexual and she’s very open about it. (i love the lesbian misa hc as well i just prefer this one) she uses she/her but is pretty okay with she/they as well :)

near - aroace !! i love aroace near (however i may be biased being aroace myself) and i think hed be fine using any pronouns

mello - pan !! i can see arguments for him being gay as well, but i personally see him as generally not caring for the gender of whoever he’s in a relationship with. mello uses any pronouns also

matt - ah, another chaotic bisexual! he/they matt is the justice lights searching for in that one song

matsuda - i have a lot of ideas for him, and cant settle on one. i do really like aroace matsuda, but can see arguments for literally anything else as well, so i’ll settle for queer or unlabeled matsuda. he/him and will laugh it off if you use anything different

takada - HEAVY omnisexual who generally doesnt talk about it, but will tell you if asked. strictly uses she/her and if you use anything else she’ll shoot a very icy look at you and clear her throat.

mikami - unlabeled king who is most definitely on the aroace spectrum (but i dont see him going all the way) he/him but doesnt mind anything else

naomi - straight, probably. but if someone argued she’d be anything else, i could see that as well. love her tho! naomi also uses she/her, but, despite being a cishet, would misora massacre homophobes

beyond birthday - i absolutely did not forget this absolute embodiment of pansexual chaos he is an icon and will never be forgotten, thank u. uses mirror pronouns

i was going to add the ace labels to light and L but realized if you told me you hc any of these people as ace id probably agree with you

also i didnt add shinigami into this because they are otherworldly and would probably would find labels inconvenient. i see shinigami as being able to develop feelings for anyone, however its extremely rare they do so and it isnt limited to a specific gender

[objectcrazy]

finally. its here

Littered With Problems

My first fic on tumbles… so happi!

Tags: Vore, Oral, Implied Homosexual Tension, Safe, G/T

“Geez, this is bigger than I thought.”

Ozzy remarked as he stepped through the gates of starr park. The thing really was really big though. Maps of it seemed to get bigger with new sections each month or so.

Front the entrance he pulled out a beautifully detailed and descriptive map out. He went along his way as usual, all be it that he wasn’t exactly very… big. He couldn’t fit in otherwise. He didn’t know how to stay constantly regular sized yet, and his giant form would definitely be too much. He’d settle for tiny he figured.

He obviously couldn’t ride rides, but plenty of still enjoyable activities dotted the park. He would still definitely come back when he could be normal sized though.

At least he had to power to re-size things, he could still enjoy food and drinks. After drinking a soda he looked up at the nearby trash can with a worried feeling.

“How do i… put it in?” Ozzy pondered. He couldn’t just place it in, and he wasn’t physically fit enough to climb up and dunk it in. He gazed with uncertainty.

“Its so small… no one will mind right?” He placed the cup next to the trash can. He was almost completely certain regular patrons couldn’t see it at their eye level. Much less tell what it was.

He attempted to walk off, only to feel the ground raise under him, the suprise of the feeling knocked him off his feet.

“YOU! I SAW YOU LITTERING!” The gruff voice said from behind him. Ozzy turned to face the voice, realizing it was coming from inside the trash can. A person, who was very mad at him, was inside the bin. Their limbs now stretched out of it, a hand being what was used to lift him off the ground.

“G-gee sir i didn’t have any other choi-“ He tried to politely explain but was cut off

“Excuses, EXCUSES! Company policy damns you no matter what reason ya had!” He angrily responded.

“The policy is that- that- hold on-“ He stopped and opened a door to a compartment on his back. He rummaged around and grabbed a thick booklet, and flipped through it. He landed on the desired section and scimmed and scammed through.

“Aye, the specifics are irrelevant, 15 minute out for littering! Yer going to a time out station! which issss-“ He looked back at the booklet, and then pulled another thing out of his compartment, an even more indepth map than the one Ozzy had.

“Does that say mind cont-“ Ozzy said, responding to an area he saw on the map

“OI! Avert ya eyes ladie, this map be for employees only!” He told him. He looked around the map clearly struggling to find what he was looking for.

Feeling awkard Ozzy felt the need to ask “Soooo… what’s your name?” He wanted to know to be able to address them more politely.

“Hmm? Well i guess its not against the rules… My names Ash.” He responded surprisingly polite.

“Well my name is-“

“Oswald. Everyone calls you Ozzy don’t they though?”

“H-how did you know-“

“Your part of the safety inspection organization we partner with. They and only they are allowed to inspect us. They’re like another part of park staff, we’re good friends with them. They’ve talked about you before. But I wager your on vacation here?”

“How did you guess that?”

“Your not in uniform.”

“Ohhhh…”

“Tsssk… enough acting all chummy. I finished looking at the map! And it turns out theres NO time out stations yet!” Ash groaned.

“What- how don’t they have them?” Ozzy pondered.

“They’ve only have the rule since last tuesday, cuz we had a really nasty trash pile up earlier that week. It was disgusting, tons of guests and employees got sick or reported the nasty smell. They’re gonna build the stations some time soon, along with more trash cans and what not so this never happen again.” He explained

“BUT THE LAW IS STILL TECHNICALLY ENSTATED ALREADY! WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT YOU IN FOR “TIME OUT”, THE BATHROOM?” Ash fussed.

As he groaned, Ozzy stared on at him. Because of the size difference he was looking at Ash at quite the perculiar angle. Infact he could stare right down his mouth. He could see so much detail in it, all of the saliva, his teeth, his thr-

“Oh? Heh heh, those stares gave me an idea!” Ash said, with a mischievous grin.

He grabbed Ozzy by the torso, and lifted him above his mouth.

“Oh i know a place thats plentyyyy punishing enough for a time out now!”

“W-wait lets talk this over- “ Ozzy stuttered.

But Ash didn’t wanna talk it over, he wanted to do his job. He lowered ozzy into his mouth slowly, bit by bit. Ozzy gently landed into his mouth proper, already covered in slobber.

Ozzy was gonna say something but was interrupted as the tongue pressed him against the ceiling, Ash was enjoying his taste a whole lot. He did this over and over, straining Ozzy’s poor muscles and tiring him out. Once Ash sensed his snack was exhausted, he tilted his head back and-

*GLK!*

Sent him on his way to the properly begin his punishment.

He slid down slowly but surely, finding his way into the stomach. It was incredibly tight and… snug. Soft and warm… the stomach noises where relaxing too…

Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment though?

“Heh, what a cute little snack that was~” Ash snickered. Ozzy blushed a little in response.

“Ight… Im starting a timer for 15 minutes. Your punishment officially starts… Now.” Ash clicked a timer as he finished his sentence. He went back to janitorial work, as if everything that just happened didn’t.

Ozzy yawned, and rested his head on the stomach wall. He was so comfy he felt like napping. He shut his eyes and went to sleep.

But it wasn’t long til he felt a rude interruption end his peaceful slumber, as he impolitely spat right onto the floor.

“Uggg… what time is it-“ He was groggy from having his sleep interrupted as he hadn’t actually entered the final stage of sleep.

“Time for your punishment to end. The timer just went off.” Ash informed him.

“Hmm- Oh. Okay…. see you later?” Ozzy asked

“I mean, you’d have to if you like, littered or something-“ Ash said, averting his gaze.

“Okay… Guess ill start doing that a little more often hehe~”

[ramblingdisaster73]

Tagged by @chaotictarlos & @bonheur-cafe

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Edging the Bet

TK stepped out of their bedroom, refreshed from their shower, washing the heat and sweat from the Austin heat wave from their bodies, along with a few other things. He spotted Carlos laying on the couch in only a pair of shorts, instantly causing TK to stop in his tracks, smiling when he saw that his fiancé was reading yet another wedding planning magazine. “What are you reading?”

Lunch with Mom (Chapter 7)

“Mom, I am so confused right now.” TK began as he took a seat on the top of the picnic table at his father’s house. He had stopped by once his shift was finished, needing to talk to his mom, grateful that his father and Mateo weren’t at home. “Last time I was here I told you that Carlos is married, well, I got to meet his wife. It did not go well.”  

Building Boxes and Walls

TK knew that everyone would probably have killed him if he had done it, but would it really have been so bad if he had said the one word that was forbidden in every firehouse he had ever been in? He would actually love the shift that usually came when someone, typically a rookie, said “quiet” out loud inside the firehouse. The chaos, the strange calls, and best of all – the nonstop action that all of that brings.

It's Me

Carlos sat in the airport lounge, waiting for his flight to New York to start boarding, wishing he could be sitting next to TK on the plane that Carlos had only been able to get two tickets for.

Halfway to Reckless

TK checked his phone for what felt like the millionth time since he had last sent Carlos a text, one that was still unread. Just like the last fifty-eight he had sent since he had startled awake on their couch just past 5:00 AM, feeling like something was off, but not able to put his finger on what.

A Shoulder to Lean On

“What should we do?” Mateo asked as TK shut the door to the bathroom.

“I don’t think he is going to come back out here while we are all still here.” Marjan replied. “We should probably just leave some of the food and head out.”

Nancy agreed that they shouldn’t all stay there, but something was telling her to stay with him. She looked at her boyfriend, apologizing with a smile for cancelling their plans for her to stay at his and Captain Strand’s home. “I am going to stay here. If he comes out and kicks me out, I will call you, but, I really don’t think he should be completely alone right now.”

Soon Though?

The week since Carlos had been kidnapped their home had been full of uncomfortable silence, stilted, but polite conversations, and worry. TK thought he was losing his mind, what little bit that he had left after the past two weeks. They hadn’t talked about anything real, just the weather, the calls from TK’s shifts, and what to eat. TK was drowning in guilt and he had forgotten how to swim.

If He had let him Sleep

TK sank to the couch after Carlos left, thoughts circling in his head. Of course, he fucked up again, wasn’t that all he did? He knew that if anything happened to Iris, Carlos would never forgive him. Knew that it didn’t matter what his intentions were.

The Monsters in my Head are Screaming so Damn Loud

TK carried the platters and plates to Carlos in the kitchen, still confused over what had happened half an hour ago. Carlos’ response of “Iris happened” hadn’t been the most helpful of replies. He wished that was an actual answer, or at least an answer he could follow. Although, he supposed that the same could be said about him sometimes, “TK happened” could have been used as the cause for several events throughout his life. 

Measuring Up

The day after dinner with Iris, TK walked into the kitchen of the firehouse behind John, one of the newer firefighters. He found himself looking at the back of John’s neck, reminding of the night before when Iris had asked if he had switched from firefighting because he was short. Until that very moment, he had never even really put much thought into his height. He knew that he was the perfect height for Carlos’ lips, that was really all that mattered.

Tagging with no pressure: @wandering-night19 & anyone else that would like to participate (Let me know if you want me to add you to these in the future!)

[steddie-island]

I was going to put this in the notes but you know what? Nah. I keep wanting to talk about it and then backing off but like. Nah today, y'all get to hear about what happened last year because this shit is important.

To try to keep a long story short (and get to the point that actually has something to do with OP's post) we're going to do as much of a speedrun as we can for what happened to me last year. I'm not known for being able to condense things super well but we're gonna try anyway!

In April I had a massive bleeding episode that landed me in the hospital. I thought it was just a heavy period, I have PCOS and was used to those, but nah. It was Bad. They gave me medicine, it slowed down until I ran out and had another (though less severe) episode. I was put on birth control but every month the bleeding was just so heavy and the pain so severe I could barely leave my house.

After I stood up in the bathroom one day and then literally had to rest my forehead against the wall to keep from passing out I decided to do some research, then went to urgent care three times trying to say "Hey I think I'm severely anemic, these are my symptoms, can you check this?" One of those visits ended with me going to the hospital for the second time that year in a trip that could have been avoided if the doctor looking me over had just fucking asked what birth control I'm on. But he didn't.

I finally called a doctor's office a friend had recommended to me because no one else was listening. I got in to a woman who not only listened to me and believed me when I told her that I was anemic, she apologized for the way I had been medically mistreated not just as a woman but as a fat patient. She did tests, found out that yes, I was severely anemic. We started doing iron transfusions and looking into what had happened.

Turns out I had a fibroid in my uterus that made any other treatments for heavy periods pretty much useless. She sent me to a surgeon to talk about me getting a hysterectomy. The consult went great, I left crying happy tears because I was finally being listened to and wouldn't have to deal with severe pain and bleeding for the rest of my life.

Fast forward to October. I had requested the time off work, made all the arrangements that needed to be made. I was hooked to an IV, scrubbed up, ready to go back to the OR. There were last minute changes that had to be made regarding how the surgery would be handled. Something that was supposed to be a one day outpatient thing ended up being a 2 night stay in the hospital. It was a much more difficult recovery, I had to take an extra week unpaid from work because it was genuinely a much more traumatizing experience than expected, and I hadn't had any time at all to prepare.

My doctor reached out to check up on me after a week. I explained the last minute changes, and how I had felt like I was an afterthought when this man had to go in and cut me open, and he couldn't even tell me for sure later what all had been done/ removed. (He literally said they "may have" left part of my cervix in. Like???)

My doctor was pissed. She started filing complaints with the hospital. They told her that the complaints really needed to come from me and she said basically said "bullshit this patient is in my care and this isn't her responsibility, she came to me and I'm going to help with this." And she did. She called, and complained, and she got him on the phone to get me the answers that he couldn't give me the day of my surgery.

She was nice, but he still got a dressing down, and she told me recently that she could tell he was very humbled by the feedback she had passed along. She's also stopped recommending any of her patients go to him, at least for the time being. She hasn't sent anyone to him since my debacle in October.

I love my doctor, and I trust her with my life (literally.) And whether they do it politely the way I know my PCP did, or if they're yelling at each other the way the post says? Fuck yes, this should be normalized.

Doctors should have to listen to their patients. Doctors should fucking believe their patients. And if they aren't listening, and believing? Then yeah, they should get knocked down a few pegs when someone does finally figure it out.

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.