#i’m gonna scream and cry and rip all my hair out

[smokinggoldd]

i literally love regulus black so much holy shit

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Close To You

♥ masterlist

♥ pairing: oscar piastri x lily zneimer x f!singer!webber!reader

♥ synopsis: as the daughter of mark webber you got to know oscar piastri pretty quick and soon enough the two of you were dating. no one had known that you both were also dating lily, leading everyone to believe the leaked pictures of her and Oscar was evidence he was cheating on you. they couldn’t have been more wrong

♥ smau - fc: gracie abrams - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and hate comments !!!

♥ a/n: my first poly fic! ty to bestie liz and cleo for hyping me up <3

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y/n.webber channel that sad energy into a song queen

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user8 hope you're doing well 💛

user3 ilyy

user6 pls shes so unserious 😭

user5 that's so real

user9 wait so did her and her boyfriend break up?

user2 I'm pretty sure. everyone's been speculating it and they haven't been seen together in a long time

user1 is she making a new album ???

user10 liv and tay in the likess 🫶

user7 I still can't believe she's mark's daughter omggg

user12 those family genetics 😍

user2 we love you <3

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y/n.webber cut my hair in the way that i've wanted

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user9 change my number and bury my wallet !!!

user8 augusta <3

user12 LOVE

mclarenf1 we'll see you at the GP

y/n.webber <3

user10 shut up y/n is gonna be there?

user6 I thought she had a concert that day?

user1 @/user6 she has one the night before :)

user5 no bc how is she so pretty

user13 oscar in the likes 👀

user7 GORGEOUS

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f1gossip mark, y/n, and oscar are ready for the australian grand prix

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y/n.webber @/aussiegrit I'm starting to think you like Oscar more than me :(

oscarpiastri he does ❤️

yourusername 🖕

user8 now kiss

user14 enemies to lovers

user4 my favorite australian trio

user1 why'd he have to shave his beard 😔

user9 THE CAT

user2 oscar and mark pookie off

user10 everyone pray for an oscar home race podium

user3 🕯️oscar home race win 🕯️

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y/n.webber date night <3

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user7 I love how she doesn't even have to tell us she's dating oscar because we all just know

user9 THEM WATCHING TANGLED 😭🫶

user3 oscar getting her lilies :')

y/n.webber actually I got him lilies

oscarpiastri 🧡

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user4 this is the cutest shit I've ever seen

user1 mark in the likesss looks like oscar has the stamp of approval

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oscarpiastri lando crashed our date

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landonorris I did not "crash" your date I just happened to be there.

oscarpiastri as if you didn't follow us

y/n.webber @/landonorris you LITERALLY crashed into the back of my kart

mclarenf1 lando we talked about your internet stalking problem.

user8 PLEASE 💀

user6 why'd they have to call him out like that 😭

user2 the admins are my favorite part of the f1 cinematic universe

-A Few Months Later-

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y/n.webber The Secret Of Us is out now! The songs on this album are a collection of my life these past few months and I’m so excited to share them with you all. Special thank you to @/aarondessner and @/taylorswift I love you both 💛

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user1 I hope she rips oscar to shreds

user7 y/n better than revenge era

user9 !!!

user3 girl you can do so much better than o***r

user12 I'm so ready to scream and cry to this

user2 I cannot believe he cheated on her

user16 out of all the guys on the grid OSCAR?!?!

user11 kitten I'll be honest I'm still not over good riddance 😔

user8 LMAO

user9 so true 😭

user15 hyped af for the taylor collab

user16 the fact that she's the daughter of mark, the man who supported him since day one and he STILL cheated on her is CRAZYY

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y/n.webber throwback to my time at last year's era's tour. I'm so glad to be back 🩷

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taylorswift were so glad to have you <3

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oliviarodrigo miss youuu

yourusername I miss you too babes

user9 "and you knew my last love let me down" OSCARRRRAHHH

user7 AND I BET HES AT HER PLACE RIGHT NOW

user10 I'm so excited to see you

user16 he fumbled so hard

user4 we love you <3

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y/n.webber I understand that, without my agreement, @/f1gossip put out a post a week ago that said Oscar Piastri was cheating on me. This is wrong and I am in a happy relationship with both Oscar and Lily. He did not cheat on me. 

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lilyzneimer I love you 🩷

y/n.webber I love you more

user7 😨

user1 I'm not even sure what to say

user12 I'm so sorry oscar we weren't familiar with your game 😭

user3 I-

user6 in true bi panic fashion

user4 FUCK 😭

user19 everyone say sorry Oscar

user2 sorry oscar

user5 we're sorry Oscar :(

user13 WE DIDN'T KNOW WE SWEAR

user10 sorry Oscar 😔

user21 💖💜💙

user23 the @ is such a boss bitch move

user8 saying sorry to Oscar online isn't enough I need to revoke my statements in a court of law

user7 same

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y/n.webber my loves 🩷

lilyzneimer 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

user7 my favorite throuple

user23 as if you weren't hating on oscar yesterday

user7 and I am deeply ashamed

user12 we said we're sorry :(

user6 yea oscar x lily x y/n are cute but wheres mark x fernando x taylor

user9 as in swift? 😭

user6 yes.

alexandrasaintmleux you three are so cute

y/n.webber <3

[dreamdragonkadia]

p. jackson x hades! reader

Fighting with your half-brother sucked. Fighting with Nico when emotions were running high on both sides? Even worse. And when he pulled that card—“you’re not even my real sister”—it felt like he’d yanked the ground out from under you.

Of course, you knew you couldn’t replace Bianca. You never wanted to. But hearing those words, seeing that fire in his eyes as he said them—it was like he’d reached inside your chest and ripped out something vital. It left you raw and hollow, questioning everything. What was the point of trying, if that’s how Nico really saw you? A failed replacement. A stand-in who didn’t quite fit.

That’s how you ended up here—Cabin Three, face buried in one of Percy’s pillows. You practically slammed the door behind you, barely managing a mumbled “Can I borrow your bed?” before collapsing onto it. Percy hadn’t even blinked, just gave a quiet “Sure” and let you go. Now, here you are, screaming into his pillow like it’s the only thing holding you together, your muffled frustration probably sounding like a strangled walrus.

Percy doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t ask if you’re okay. He just sits down next to you, the bed creaking softly under his weight, and after a moment, his fingers find your hair. Slow, careful, like he’s testing the waters—like he’s afraid he might spook you if he’s not gentle enough. He runs his fingers through the strands, tracing light patterns against your scalp, and somehow, that simple gesture starts to ease the tightness in your chest.

You don’t know how long you lie there, face still buried in his pillow, breathing shaky. Percy doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t fill the silence with empty words or awkward attempts at cheering you up. He just...stays. His hand moves rhythmically, soothing you without trying to fix anything, and it feels like he’s silently saying, I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone.

Finally, when you’re too drained to keep crying, you whisper into the pillow, “I’m not trying to replace her, you know.” Your voice cracks around the edges, fragile and barely audible, but you don’t think Percy missed it.

His hand pauses for half a second before he resumes, and he hums softly—a sound that says, Keep talking. I’m listening.

“I just...want him to see me,” you continue. “Not as her shadow. Not as a reminder. Just—me.”

There’s a beat of quiet before Percy answers, “Nico’s a stubborn guy,” he says. “He’s been through a lot. That doesn’t excuse what he said, but...he doesn’t mean it. He’s just lashing out. You know that, right?”

You don’t respond because you’re not sure you do know that. Not yet. Percy doesn’t push, doesn’t demand an answer. He just lets the silence settle, broken only by the faint sound of water lapping outside the cabin walls.

“He’ll get there,” Percy says eventually. “He’s not gonna see you like this forever. He can’t. You’re too...you.”

You snort despite yourself. “Too what? Loud? Annoying?”

“Amazing,” he says without hesitation, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You peek up at him, your face still half-smushed into the pillow, and Percy’s wearing that lopsided smile of his. Like he means every word.

Something inside you loosens, just a little, and you finally let out a shaky breath. Percy might not have all the answers, but he knows exactly how to keep you sane, how to make you feel seen when everything else feels too heavy.

“Thanks, Perce,” you mumble, the corners of your mouth twitching up just slightly.

He grins and leans back on his palms. “Anytime.”

[marvelobsessed134]

Sundresses and breeding kinks

A/n: was too lazy to make a collage for this I’m sorry 😭

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: g!p Natasha, top!natasha, sub!reader, daddy kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, extremely rough sex, crying, degradation (sort of?)

Summary: Natasha breeds you. That’s it. That’s the summary.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon at the Romanoff household. You were cleaning the bathroom counters having been neglecting the task the whole week. It’s not your fault! Seems like your wife wants to be balls deep inside you every second!

But of course, the task was interrupted by a certain redhead. “Your ass looks so good from here baby.” She commented, her eyes shamelessly ogling you.

You rolled your eyes ever so slightly and turned around. “Nat, please let me continue cleaning. I haven’t been able to get things done all week!”

The assassin just chuckled lightly as she walked towards you, caressing your face. “Such a good little housewife huh?”

Your knees buckled. She knew how much you got turned on from being called her housewife. “I- um-“ and you were already stuttering. Great.

Natasha walked closer to you, backing your up against the counter, her bulge touching your crotch. “Is it such a crime I want to fuck my wife all the time? I just can’t get enough of her.”

“I love being fucked by you, Nat. But I can’t be a housewife if I don’t do any of my chores.” You chuckled.

“Right. Which is why you need a baby. We need a baby.” Your eyes widened at her words.

“A-a baby?” You asked. She began to grind against you. “Yes. I want to breed you, detka. Cum so deep inside you that you forget who you are for a few seconds.”

You bit your lip, your core began to heat up. “I’d love that, daddy.” The use of the nickname got her even more hard if that was even possible. She growled lowly and smashed her lips to yours, squeezing your breasts as she did so.

“So fucking pretty. All for me huh?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“All for you daddy.” You moaned. She easily picked you up and carried you out of the en-suite and into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. Immediately she lifted your dress up and pulled down your panties.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She growled, before diving in and eating you out like a starved woman. You gripped her hair as she worked her tongue through your folds and up to your clit. You curled your toes as you got closer and closer to the edge.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned. “Cum for me pretty girl.” Natasha spoke against your core sending vibrations throughout your body. You screamed as you squirted out you finish. Natasha groaned that that. She loves that you’re a squirter. Makes it ever the more fun.

“Fucking love when you squirt baby. Makes it so fucking hot.” She groaned. She then straight up ripped your dress off groaning at the fact that you were wearing no bra underneath.

“Naughty girl.” She snickered, groping your tits, burying her face in between them. “I love these tits.” She groaned.

You felt her cock touch the inside of your thigh and you shifted ever so slightly. “Hmm? You want this cock in your pussy? Want daddy to fill you up?” You nodded with tear filled eyes. “Please daddy.” You whispered.

The redhead entered you with such ease and groaned at the fact. She began the fuck you harder than she ever had before, gripping your hips with such intensity that was definitely going to leave bruises the next morning.

She rolled her eyes back as she fucked you. You were both a moaning mess.

Suddenly she stopped. “Turn over, grip onto the headboard so I can ruin you properly.” Her words sent a shiver down your spine and you quickly complied, gripping onto the headboard.

The Russian smacked your ass as she plunged back into you, gripping your hips again and pounding into you fast. Your vision was blurry and your tits were bouncing like crazy as her cock hit your velvety walls again and again.

The only sounds in the room were those of skin slapping, moans, grunts, and the headboard shaking against the wall.

“Daddy!!!!” You cried as you reached your second orgasm, tears streaming down your face due to how rough she was being. But you loved it.

As if she already knew she growled, “Cum around my cock baby. I’m gonna spill my load inside you in just a few seconds. Fuck!”

You clenched and her and your vision went white for a moment as you felt pure ecstasy. That mixed with the feeling of her warm cum painting your walls made you weak and you practically fell face first onto the pillow.

Natasha was catching her breath behind you and pulled out, laughing at how you fell. “Guess I fucked my girl a little too hard huh?”

“No, loved it daddy. Want it to happen again.” You muttered into the pillow and she surprisingly understood you.

[songbirdmunson]

Jealous Eddie. That’s it. Gimme some jealous Eddie 🫠😈

MINE

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Smut

warnings- obviously don’t read if you’re not 18 or older! Eddie is a little rough in this one but nothing crazy. Slapping, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, jealousy, he degrades us some, p in v, mentions of bruising from hip grabbing.

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thank you @reidsbtch for beta reading, I love you mariah! thank you all for reading, feedback is always welcome!

“Say it, tell me he couldn’t fuck you this good.” Eddie whispers against your ear, his hips pressed flush against your ass. His cock buried deep inside of you as you try to keep yourself awake, almost passing out from the pleasure coursing its way through your body. Your hands slip down the wall in front of you, almost causing you to fall but Eddie has a death grip on you, grabbing your hips so hard you know they’ll bruise later.

“P-promise he doesn’t, don’t want him Eddie, only you, just you please fuck me.” You whine out, grinding your ass back against him, a hard spank landing down onto you causing a red flush to spread across one of your cheeks. “Say it again, tell me you want me to defile you, tell me you love having me this deep inside of you.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, wanting him to ruin you already, your body shakes as Eddie’s cock rubs up against your g-spot making you feel like you could cum already. “You are mine.” He says waiting for you to answer him.

You do your best to whimper out how much you need him but he’s impatient with you, spanking you a few times and biting out how it’s ‘not good enough.’ You cry out as he pushes you forward towards the wall, holding his hand on the back of your head causing your face to press up against it almost painfully. “Pathetic, can’t even say one simple thing baby, you sure you want just me? I saw how you blushed when he complimented you, don’t think that I’m stupid little girl.” A harsh thrust followed his words, causing your legs to shake.

You can’t focus on anything other than Eddie, you loved when he got jealous, sure you maybe had blushed earlier today when the two of you were out at a restaurant. A man had told you how beautiful you were, but you thought nothing of him other than how flattering it was to get complimented. You ducked your head down shyly as he walked away from your table, only to look back up again to see Eddie seething. That’s how you had ended up in this little situation, Eddie’s body mounted over yours, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with breathy moans filling your room.

“Such a little slut, blushing at other men’s compliments, should’ve asked him to come back home with us so he could see me split this pussy open. Bet he’d cum in his fucking pants wouldn’t he like a fucking pervert.” You scream out as one of his big hands tangles itself in your hair, yanking back harshly to pull you up against his chest. “Go on, I can feel how much you wanna let go, cum on my cock baby, let me feel what he wishes he could have.”

You cry out as Eddie pushes one of his fingers into your mouth, hooking it onto the side and causing the drool that was pooling inside to slip out, running down your chin and onto your chest, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything when Eddie was treating you like a sex toy. “Fuck oh my god!” You scream out, your orgasm practically ripping its way through your body, your knees buckle, as Eddie presses you flat up against the wall, laughing behind you as tears slip down your cheeks. He pulls his finger from your mouth, slapping your cheek lightly as he keeps thrusting.

“A-aren’t you gonna cum baby?” You choke out, your breath ragged. Another laugh falls from your boyfriend’s mouth, “Oh pretty baby, I’m not even close to being done with you, not cumming until you beg me to stop.” He whispers, his voice gravelly, his breath hot against your ear. You feel your eyes roll back as he pulls you away from the wall, cock still inside of you, pushing you towards his bed.

If Eddie would fuck you like this every time someone flirted with you, maybe you’d flirt back, just to see him snap. Eddie would always make sure to remind you that no one could fuck you the way he can.

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[fattystoriez]

Preston’s 18th Birthday Pt.2

Content Warning: Homophobic Slurs, Forced Weight Gain

The truck pulled into the driveway of the house Preston once called home. The suburban front lawn, perfectly trimmed and pristine, was a far cry from the trailer park slum they had just left. But something inside Preston had changed—he didn’t see this place the same way anymore. It felt sterile, clean to the point of being suffocating. He couldn’t wait to see how his daddies would look rolling around in filth.

“Alright, boy. Time to split up,” Travis rumbled as he killed the engine. His deep Southern drawl oozed with pride as he smacked Preston’s fat jiggly belly. "I’ll take care of one faggot, you take the other.”

Preston nodded as they exited the truck, his bloated body spilling out of his too-tight gym shorts and stained t-shirt. His skin glistened with sweat from the short walk to the house, but he didn’t care—he liked the feeling now. The stench of Travis’s trailer was all over him, a rancid musk that filled his nostrils and made his fat cock throb in his soaked briefs. He knew it would only get worse from here.

He waddled inside, his gut leading the way, leaving Travis to deal with one of his dads in the living room. Preston had his sights set on Vince, his adoptive father, who was always in the kitchen around this time. Preston’s belly jiggled with every step, the weight of his transformation settling into his bones like it had always been there. The trailer park had changed him, but the change wasn't done.

He pushed open the kitchen door to see Vince standing by the counter, tapping on his phone. The sight of his dad made Preston’s stomach growl, not from hunger, but from the anticipation of what was about to happen. Vince looked pristine, dressed in his usual light blue suit and pink button-down, looking like he was ready to entertain guests. His soft jawline and graying hair gave him an air of sophistication, the kind of gay dad who thrived on dinner parties and keeping up appearances.

But Vince didn’t know what was coming for him.

“Preston?! Oh my God… Preston, what happened to you? We need to get you to a hospital—”

Before Vince could finish the thought, his phone was ripped from his hand, and Preston slammed it down on the counter. “No need for that, Daddy Vince,” Preston growled, his voice thick with the same Southern drawl as Travis. “I’m feelin’ better than ever.”

The musk rolling off Preston’s body hit Vince like a brick wall. It was vile, a disgusting stench that made his eyes water and his stomach churn. But something about it was… intoxicating. Vince’s hand trembled as he tried to reach for the phone again, but Preston was quicker, his fat fingers gripping the back of Vince’s neck and pushing him toward the counter.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Daddy,” Preston whispered into Vince’s ear. “You’re gonna join me… just like I did with Travis.”

Vince struggled, but his body felt weak against Preston’s growing strength. His mind was hazy from the overpowering stink his son was giving off. His eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of it all. Preston had been a jock—a fit, handsome boy with the world at his feet. And now… now he was this bloated, slobbering pig.

Preston’s hand reached for the tray of cupcakes that were meant for his birthday party, the colorful frosting catching Vince’s eye for just a second before Preston shoved one into his mouth.

“Mmmph!” Vince tried to protest, but Preston’s grip was too strong. The cupcake forced its way down his throat, the sugary sweetness filling his mouth. He couldn’t stop chewing, even though his mind screamed at him to fight back.

“That’s it, Daddy… eat up,” Preston said with a cruel grin, his fat fingers grabbing another cupcake and shoving it into Vince’s mouth. “Time for you to join the family tradition.”

As Vince choked down the cupcakes, something started to shift. His body betrayed him as his flat stomach began to bloat, the buttons on his pink shirt straining under the sudden pressure. His smooth skin rippled as fat began to accumulate, his once slightly defined chest turning into sagging moobs that jiggled with every forced bite.

“N-No… Preston, stop… I don’t—” Vince’s voice was barely a whimper as another cupcake was shoved into his mouth.

Preston was relentless, forcing more and more cupcakes down his adoptive father’s throat. Vince’s belly swelled, his love handles spilling over the waistband of his suit pants. His soft jawline puffed up, turning into a thick double chin that wobbled with every chew. His perfectly tailored pants ripped at the seams as his ass grew into a sagging mound of fat, jiggling obscenely as he tried to squirm away from his son’s grip.

“Look at you, Daddy Vince,” Preston taunted, ripping off his dad’s suit jacket and throwing it to the floor. “You’re becoming just like me. A fat, stinkin’ slob.”

The buttons on Vince’s pink shirt finally gave way, popping off and flying across the kitchen as his swollen belly pushed forward. His gut was huge now, soft and jiggling with every movement. His bulge, once noticeable in his tight pants, had shrunk into a pathetic nub, barely a bump under the layers of fat that had taken over his body.

Vince’s mind was slipping. The more Preston force-fed him, the harder it was to think. His once clear mind was clouded by the overpowering stench of his son’s musk, and the sensation of his body swelling with fat. He could feel himself changing—his mind dulling, his desires shifting. He didn’t want to fight anymore.

“F-Fuck…” Vince muttered, his voice barely a slurred whisper as he leaned back against the counter, his now enormous belly resting on his thighs. “I… I feel so… disgusting…”

Preston grinned, grabbing one last cupcake and shoving it into Vince’s mouth. “That’s the point, Daddy. You’re one of us now.”

Vince moaned, his fat body trembling as he finished the cupcake, crumbs falling into the deep creases of his belly. His once clean and pristine self was gone, replaced by a bloated, stinking slob. His body was covered in sweat, the smell of his own filth mixing with Preston’s musk.

Preston stood back, admiring his handiwork. Vince was unrecognizable, a far cry from the polished, sophisticated man he’d once been. Now, he was just another fat, greasy pig.

“Welcome to the family, Daddy,” Preston said with a sneer. “My real daddy is taking care of Daddy Brent."

Travis lumbered up the stairs, each step creaking under his massive weight. The air of sophistication and cleanliness of the house made his skin crawl. It was far too pristine, too perfect—nothing like the life he and Preston were now embracing. The putrid stench of his own body clung to him, a walking reminder of the filth he reveled in, and he couldn’t wait to share it with Brent, Preston’s other adoptive father.

He reached the top of the stairs and paused, catching sight of the bedroom door left slightly ajar. From inside, he could hear the sound of music softly playing, and the faint scent of cologne wafted into the hallway. Travis grinned—this was going to be fun.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, his massive bulk filling the space as his eyes landed on Brent. The man was standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his shirt, the top few buttons undone to reveal his muscular, hairy chest. Brent was the polar opposite of Vince—where Vince was soft and well-dressed, Brent was a picture of rugged masculinity, with his bald head, thick beard, and toned body.

Brent turned around, startled by the intrusion. His sharp jawline tensed as he took in the sight of the hulking, sweaty man who had just entered his room.

“Who the hell are you?” Brent demanded, his voice firm, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He didn’t recognize the grotesque man standing before him, but something about him seemed eerily familiar. Before Brent could press further, Travis let out a loud, wet fart that echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

The stench was instantaneous, a vile cloud of filth that filled the air and overwhelmed Brent’s senses. His eyes watered, and he gagged, stumbling back onto the bed in shock.

“Jesus Christ… what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Brent gasped, his hands going to his nose as if that could block out the rancid smell. But it was no use. The stench clung to everything, and the room felt like it was closing in on him.

Travis chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made Brent’s skin crawl. “You’re ‘bout to find out, boy,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “This is what happens when you’re part of our family.”

Brent’s head was spinning, the overwhelming odor and the dizzying sense of something being terribly wrong gnawing at him. His muscular chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath, but his strength was fading. It was like the air itself was thick with poison, draining him of his will to resist.

Travis loomed over Brent, placing his massive, sweaty hands on the man’s broad shoulders. “Relax, big guy,” he growled, his voice dripping with smugness. “You’re gonna love this.”

Brent tried to pull away, but his body wasn’t responding the way it should. The dizziness was growing worse, and the feel of Travis’s hands on his skin made his body tingle with an odd sensation he couldn’t shake. Travis began massaging Brent’s shoulders, kneading the muscles with an unexpected gentleness, though the stink radiating off him never let up.

With every movement of Travis’s hands, Brent could feel his body changing. The definition in his abs, which he had worked so hard to maintain, began to soften, the firm ridges giving way to a layer of fat that bloated his once-toned stomach. His hairy chest, which had been one of his proudest features, began to sag, the muscles turning into soft, jiggling moobs that rested heavily against his torso.

“W-What… the fuck…?” Brent groaned, his voice trembling as he tried to make sense of what was happening to him. His sharp, bearded jawline began to blur, fat accumulating around his face until a thick double chin formed beneath his once-chiseled features. His designer button-down strained against the rapid expansion of his body, the fabric pulling tight as his belly swelled, and his love handles spilled over the sides of his pants.

“Just relax,” Travis grunted, his hands now moving lower, massaging Brent’s sides as his love handles plumped up even further. “You’re turnin’ into the pig you were always meant to be.”

Brent’s mind was a fog of confusion and disgust, but the worst part was… he couldn’t fight it. The smell, the sensation, the sheer wrongness of it all was drowning out his ability to think clearly. His bulge, once noticeable and proud in his black dress pants, was shrinking into a pathetic nub, barely discernible beneath the growing mass of his fat gut.

The buttons on Brent’s designer shirt began to pop off one by one, unable to contain the rapidly expanding girth of his belly. His chest hair, which had once been thick and masculine, now looked out of place on his sagging moobs, the flesh jiggling with every slight movement. His dress pants ripped at the seams, the fabric tearing open to reveal his hairy, flabby thighs and sagging ass, which now jutted out like a mound of jello.

Travis grinned, stepping back to admire his handiwork as Brent collapsed onto the bed, his massive body too heavy to support anymore. “Look at you, boy,” Travis sneered. “You’re nothin’ but a fat, filthy pig now.”

Brent’s mind was slipping, his thoughts clouded by the stench and the rapid transformation his body had undergone. He could feel the sweat pouring down his face, his body bloated and disgusting, but… there was a part of him that didn’t care anymore. The stink that had once made him gag was now… familiar. Comforting, even.

Travis leaned down, his face inches from Brent’s, and let out another rancid fart, the sound echoing in the now-filthy bedroom. Brent barely flinched this time, his glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling as the room filled with the foul odor.

“You’re one of us now,” Travis said, his voice low and commanding. “A fat, stinkin’ slob, just like Preston. Just like me.”

Brent moaned, the last of his resistance crumbling as his body gave in to the transformation completely. His designer clothes lay in tatters around him, his once-muscular frame now nothing more than a massive, jiggling mound of fat. The sharp features that had once made him so handsome were gone, replaced by rolls of flesh and a slack, dumb expression.

“Get used to it, boy,” Travis growled, patting Brent’s bloated belly with a satisfied smirk. “You’re gonna be livin’ in filth from now on.”

Brent barely registered the words, his mind too far gone to process what had just happened. All he knew was that the life he had once known was over, and there was no going back.

Travis stood up, leaving Brent to wallow in his own filth as he headed back downstairs to check on Preston and Vince. The family was finally complete.

The living room felt different now, it was heavy, thick with the smell of sweat, musk, and filth. Travis stood at the center of it all, his massive arms crossed over his bloated gut, grinning with pride as he surveyed his handiwork. His family was complete, and there was nothing left of the pristine life that Preston’s adoptive dads had once known.

Brent waddled down the stairs first, his designer shirt now nothing more than a few tattered pieces of fabric clinging to his flabby frame. His chest sagged, hairy moobs jiggling with every step, and his once sharp jawline had completely dissolved into a thick, quivering double chin. His eyes were glazed over, a dull look of submission and satisfaction etched across his face as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room.

Vince shuffled out of the kitchen soon after, his light blue suit bursting at the seams. His fat belly hung over the waistband of what was left of his pants, and his pink shirt had burst open, leaving his chest and stomach fully exposed. His hairy skin glistened with sweat, his body now a mountain of fat that jiggled and wobbled with every clumsy movement he made. Vince’s face was slack, his double chin wobbling as he took in the sight of his new family with a dumb, contented grin.

Preston stood between his two dads, looking like a grotesque reflection of the man he had once been. His athletic build was gone, replaced by an even larger belly than his fathers’, sagging moobs, and thick love handles that spilled out of his overstretched clothes. His eyes sparkled with a newfound joy—he had embraced his transformation, and there was no turning back. The remnants of his old life were buried under layers of fat and the overwhelming stink of their new existence.

“Look at you boys,” Travis growled, watching as his creation unfolded before him. “All fat, stinkin’ pigs, just like me. Ain’t no goin’ back now.”

Vince’s once smooth jawline was now buried under layers of fat, his double chin quivering as he leaned in to press his face against Brent’s hairy moobs. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his husband’s sweat filling his nostrils and sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Brent, in turn, let out a low, guttural moan as he squeezed Vince’s bloated love handles, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Travis grunted, stepping forward to join his new family. He reached out, grabbing a handful of Preston’s fat ass, the flesh jiggling beneath his grip. “This is what you were always meant to be, boy. You and your daddies.”

Preston let out a shuddering moan as his dad’s words sank in. He felt complete, whole in a way he had never known before. His fat body was his new reality, and the stench that clung to him, the sweat that dripped down his rolls of flesh it was all part of the life he was meant to live.

Travis stepped back, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold before him. His family was finally complete, each one of them a bloated, stinking reflection of himself. He had turned them all into ignorant, rancid, obese, gainer pigs. And he couldn’t be more proud.

Preston, Brent, and Vince continued to grope and explore each other’s bodies, their hands sinking into the rolls of fat that now defined them. They were lost in their own world of filth and pleasure, their minds fully given over to the transformation. The remnants of their old lives had faded away, replaced by the primal, piggish existence they now embraced.

The sound of their moans and grunts filled the room as the family of slobs reveled in their new life.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I’m genuinely gonna start screaming and tweaking the fuck out throwing up crying ripping my hair the next person I see in my sights is getting all their goddamn limbs torn off and swung around like a helicopter HES LITERALLY TRYING TO EAT HER FACE LIKE ARE YOU KIDDJNG ME THAT SHOULD BE ME

[flor4de4amor]

aviator!abby you say…👀

i did say aviator!abby… screamed it from the rooftops even 🤭 she stays heavvyyy on my mind.

click for palestine!

read before engaging with my works and acc

warnings: slight nsfw/smut at the end.

aviator!abby who has a deep-rooted one-sided rivalry w ellie, who literallyyyyy just wants to be her friend. she comes home and grumbles in your arms about her. "she's just so annoying baby!" she whines for the hundredth time about her coworker.

aviator!abby who's a dog person, but puts up with your evil cat just cause she loves you.

 aviator!abby who can do more pushups than anyone on her squad. three fingers. two fingers. one finger even. she’s got them outranked without a doubt. 

aviator!abby who always comes home exhausted. heart heavy, hands dirty, boots half unlaced by the time she’s in the door. she's eager to lay in bed with you.

you greet her at the door. she always kisses your temple first, slides to your warm cheeks, and kisses you softly on the lips. you know she’s had a long day.

“cooked your favorite,” you muse softly against the side of her mouth.

“how do you know me so well mrs.anderson?” she grins, dominant hand coming up to the nape of your neck.

you shrug, giggling against her chest, “years of practice maybe.”

“yeah, my baby’s the real mvp.” she smiles into another kiss.

aviator!abby who always has her hair in the most ridiculously tight braids and buns. she’s quite creative with her hair, and is always eager to try a new style on you for practice. but, her craft works against her towards the end of a long shift. deep migraine settling in her skull, and she knows it’s not gonna feel better until she’s sprawled in your lap while you undo her hair. your fingertips scratching at her scalp while she sighs and mewls at your lighthearted touch.

aviator!abby who’s totally obsessed with you. she's has got pictures of you in: her wallet, dashboard, phone case, on her locker mirror, even has her phone wallpaper. she’s got your kiss print on her helmet. made sure it stuck with some clear tape and lots of loving. 

aviator!abby who’s somewhat quiet, but incredibly cocky. forget cocky, she’s so competitive. a calm game of monopoly between the two of you turns into to her cackling as she bulldozes you into debt. you roll your eyes at her antics cause it’s literally just monopoly, with her wife, but she treats it like war. 

aviator!abby who loves taking care of her little wife. goes absolutely out of her way to make your life easier. problem with the car? actually, the oil hadn’t been changed in like forever and a half. don’t worry though, abby’s fixed it! you want a new dresser built? abby’s done it in half an hour. she made sure you timed her for proof. someone’s giving you a hard time? yeah, don’t let abs find out she’s gonna rip them a fucking new one. you call her an american bully like the dog breed, for how she’s always by your side. going out of her way to be overprotective.

aviator!abby who’s insecure. she’s in a male dominated field, constantly undervalued, and disregarded. she’s built up a thick layer of protection and ego to protect herself. she spends all day being: mean captain abigail anderson who chews out her inferiors and can kill with looks alone. but when she comes home, all the sudden it’s like a flip switch. it’s “pretty abby,” “baby,” “darling don’t trip on the cat toys on the stairs!” “come to bed i’m tired,” abby. 

aviator!abby who likes being in control during sex. she likes how each action pulls out a very needy reaction from you. if she pulls on your nipples with her calloused finger pads, you’ll whine and arch your back into her chest, as her bicep curls around your waist. if she presses kisses into your neck, and sucks on the skin leaving bruises, she knows it’ll make you cry her name. your nails finding their way to her shoulder blades while she tortures your neck, littering it with love marks. abby knows, that if she hits that sweet spot deep in you w her strap, you almost always cum. sweet cream coating the silicone right around the base, abby can’t help but lick her lips as she pulls out of you, eliciting a string of cursed complaints. she’d suck the member off to taste you herself. but it’s more exciting to pull you to your knees and tap your eager tongue with her tip, groaning as you swallow yourself. not because it feels good, but god you’re so pretty. 

aviator!abby who loves praise so bad. she gets so wet when you call her pretty. she’ll rut against your palm as you whisper in her ear. telling her that she’s your only girl. that you want her. no, you need her. she melts at the way you kiss her biceps, bite her bottom lip gently, and look up at her with big doe eyes when you eat her out. she tries extra hard to be gentle with you. you’re her princess, she doesn’t wanna hurt you. but she can’t help herself when her hips rut into your tongue and her hands come to grip the base of your neck and the roots of your hair roughly. but she can’t help and darkly chuckle as you moan into her mound at the action. “my baby’s a dirty girl huh?” when you don’t reply she tugs your hair again, smirking as you lick feverishly at her clit. she removes her hand from the back of your neck and taps her pointer and middle finger against your cheek, “don’t you remember the rules babe? speak when spoken to. thought you were a good girl?” when you attempt to pull off her, she clicks her tongue snd uses her hold on your hair to keep you in place. “god you’re so bratty today.” she smiles to herself. 

sigh, aviator!abby please i need you. need you so so so so bad. 

im so stuck on what her callsign would be, what do yall think?

divider by: @ohdearlucifer

[she-talks-to-angels-14]

Please Stay With Me

JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: swearing, contains spoilers for season 4 episode 10 of OBX. Trauma.

Summary: y/n finds JJ injured after saving Kie and desperately tries to save him.

Part 2

I do not own this GIF all credit to the creator. _____________________________________________

I was just finding my bearings after losing JJ in the sand storm when I see Groff running out of a court yard area and Kiara’s scream echo through the wind. I run in the direction Groff came from and there on the ground I see JJ, blood covering his clothes. I fall to my knees moving kie out of the way and immediately applying pressure to the wound. “Jayj stay with me please!” I sob as tears stream down my face.

“H-hey…don’t cry..” JJ let out a weak chuckle before he began to cough up blood, some of it landing on my cheek. He weakly lifted his hand up to wipe the blood from my cheek, a weak smile on his face.

“Don’t you leave me!” I cry applying more pressure to the wound. “Stay with me.” I cry even harder. “Pope, John B help!” I scream for the others.

John B and pope came running over quickly, seeing JJ bleeding out in my arms. Pope’s eyes widened as he took in the scene and immediately ran over to put pressure on the wound as well, tears pricking his eyes.

John B kneeled down next to me and gently placed his hand on my shoulder, looking at JJ with a worried expression.

“JJ stay with me.” I cry out again “we’re gonna get you help!” I look down at JJ he’s not moving his eyes closed. “We have to get him to a hospital!”

“We can’t…” Pope says, looking at JJ’s body, his skin turning pale and cold. He has lost a lot of blood and he didn’t have much time left.

“We have to! I will not lose him too!” I shout tearing at my shirt to make a tourniquet and wrapping it around his abdomen.

John B looks over at me with a sad expression as he holds JJ’s hand. Pope grabs my shoulder and tries to pull me away from JJ’s body. “Y/N… he’s gone..”

“He’s not gone! If you won’t help me I’ll do it myself!” I say grabbing JJ and trying to carry him out to the vehicle. He lets out a groan and that powers me to keep moving. “Stay with me Jayj.”

JJ’s groan made John B and Pope spring into action, rushing over to me they took JJ from me. He let out another groan as they pick him up.

We make it to the jeep and I climb in the back, resting JJ’s head on my lap, the others climb in and we speed away. Tears are staining my face and I can’t stop the sobs racking my body. “Stay with me Jayj” I cry as I stroke his hair.

JJ is barely awake, his breathing was ragged and shallow. He tries to say something, but he can’t, all that comes out are weak, pained groans. His eyes slowly fluttered open and looked up at me, tears pricking his own eyes.

“I’m here, we’re gonna get you help” I cry as I look into his eyes.

Soon we’re pulling into a hospital parking lot. The others jump out of the car and help me get JJ into the emergency room.

“We need help he’s been stabbed.” I cry out as we reach the triage desk.

A nurse quickly runs over to us, taking in JJ’s pale, almost lifeless body. She immediately calls for a gurney and begins shouting orders at other nurses.

The nurses begin to roll JJ away and I am running alongside the gurney until we get to a set of double doors and an orderly pulls me away from him as he’s wheeled through the doors. “No! Let me go!” I cry out as I’m ripped away from JJ, tears still streaming down my face.

John B rushes over to me, taking me away from the orderly and wrapping me in his arms. “It’s okay, he’s in good hands now.” He soothes rubbing my back gently.

“I can’t lose him.” I say through sobs, as I bury my head in John B’s chest. He escorts me to the waiting room and we wait patiently for the doctor to return with hopefully good news.

Two hours had passed with no word from any of the doctors. My body vibrated with anxiety and worry creased my brows. I had cried so much that I physically couldn’t cry anymore. My face was sticky with dry tears and my throat was now sore, I was a mess.

Sarah, Cleo, and Kie had left about 10 minutes ago to find snacks, they have since returned a bag of chips in hand. Sarah gently hands me the bag of chips. “I’m not hungry.” I say hoarsely placing the bag of chips down in my lap.

“You have to eat something, you’ve been crying for two hours straight and you need something to eat.” Sarah says, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“I’m just not in the mood.” I croak.

A figure approaching catches my eye and I realize it’s the doctor. I stand and rush over to meet him. “How is he? Can I see him?”

The doctor looks down at me with a sad expression. “He’s out of surgery, but I’m afraid the next 24 hours are crucial.” He says gently, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I will take you to him, and we can talk on the way.”

I follow the doctor away from the others, my heart hammers so hard in my chest that I can hear it in my ears. “What do we need to talk about doctor?” I ask trying to keep the bile from rising in my throat.

The doctor leads me down the hall to JJ’s room, “and you are JJ’s?” He questions as we walk.

“Girlfriend.” I finish his sentence my heart racing and anxiety filling my body

The doctor nodded his head and took a deep breath before speaking again. “There was substantial damage done.”

“What do you mean?” I ask as tears brim my eyes again

“The knife nicked his liver, he’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Will he be ok doctor?” I ask tired of him beating around the bush.

“We’re not sure.” The doctor says bluntly.

“How are you not sure?” I squeak out “what aren’t you telling me?”

The doctor takes a long deep breath before speaking again. “JJ flatlined on the operating table twice..he was lucky to survive the first time but his body was weakened so much that he almost didn’t make it through the second one.”

“Oh my god.” I cry out.

“He needs to rest and we are going to monitor him closely.” The doctor says as he stops in front of a door. “You can go visit with him but be aware it may be a while until he wakes up.”

I enter his room and immediately go to the chair by his bed pulling it closer to him. I sit down and take his hand in mine. Tears are streaking my face again and I can’t stop them. JJ looked so pale and lifeless lying there in the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

I continued to hold his hand, my eyes scanning his features through the tears. All I can do was hope and pray he wakes up soon. Exhaustion was setting in and I bent over and lay my head down on his bed.

My eyes are heavy and I am nearly asleep when a soft knock sounds on the door, I look up and see John B, Pope, Kie, Sarah, and Cleo entering the room. I lay my head back on the bed not saying much to them when they enter.

The others all take seats around the room, their eyes falling on JJ’s body as they share worried glances with each other.

Kie and Sarah both place a hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner, they know I am struggling to hold it together right now. None of us speak for what feels like hours. We sit there in silence and I’m slipping in and out of sleep when I hear John B speak.

“We can’t let Groff get away with this.” He says firmly.

“If I see him it’s on site.” I say lifting my head up and making eye contact with John B. “I will fuck his world up.”

“Guys we need to focus on getting JJ better right now.” Pope chimes in trying to calm John B and I down.

“You’re right Pope.” I sigh and lay my head back down. Moments later the exhaustion finally took over and sleep consumed me.

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The feeling of someone stroking my hair wakes me from my slumber, my back aches from being hunched over all night. I slowly open my eyes trying to get them to focus.

When my eyes finally focus, I look up to see JJ’s eyes staring back at me. He is still pale and looks tired, but he’s awake and alive. He smiles weakly as he continues to run his fingers through my hair.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.” I say softly as tears brim my eyes.

“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart.” JJ’s voice is raspy and hoarse from not using it for so long. He continues to gently play with my hair as he stares at me with tired eyes.

“Oh thank god.” I say as tears run down my face. “I thought I had lost you”

“I’m right here.” JJ reassured me, his fingers now gently caressing my cheek, wiping away tears. “It’s going to take a lot more than a knife to get rid of me.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling from my eyes. “It almost did get rid of you, you coded twice.” I cry even more.

JJ’s expression softened as he continued to wipe away my tears. “I know..but I’m still here aren’t I?” he says softly, his hand moving from my face to my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Yes you are,” I say my voice strained. “But you almost didn’t make it. Your own dad stabbed you and I nearly lost you.”

JJ’s expression darkened at the mention of Groff. His jaw clenches and a hint of anger flashes in his eyes. “That bastard is going to pay for this.” he said, his voice filled with venom.

“He will pay. But for now you have to get better.” I say taking his hand in mine squeezing it gently. I straighten my back groaning in slight pain as I sit up in my chair

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice filled with worry.

“I’m fine my back is just stiff from sleeping slumped over your bed last night.” I smile softly.

JJ frowns slightly, “You didn’t have to sleep like that, you could have slept on the couch or something.”

“I wasn’t leaving you.” I sigh softly “I wanted to be as close as possible to you, my back is killing me but it was worth it.”

JJ’s expression softened at my words. He knew how stubborn I could be, especially when it came to him. “You’re so stubborn, y’know that?” a small smile plays on his lips.

“I know I am.” I giggle softly “but I wasn’t leaving your side.

JJ chuckles softly at my stubbornness. “I don’t deserve you, you’re too good for me.”

“It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” I counter.

“Don’t say that, you deserve the world. I’m the one who causes trouble.” he says, his eyes locking with mine.

“Well I can’t argue with that.” I laugh softly “you do cause trouble, downtown OBX is testament enough to that.”

JJ rolls his eyes again, a smirk on his face, “Yeah, I’ll give you that one. But I don’t cause that much trouble.”

“You destroyed every store front downtown” I giggle looking over at him “I’m pretty sure you also stole from one of the jewelry stores.” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Okay so my crashout was not my finest moment.” He looks down his gaze averting from mine. “I’m sorry I cause so much trouble.”

“Don’t look away from me.” I say lifting his head up with my hand. “I like that you’re a trouble maker, keeps life interesting.”

JJ smirks as I lift his head to meet my gaze, a playful look in his eyes. “Oh really? You like that I’m a trouble maker?”

“I always have had a thing for bad boys.” I giggle looking over at him

“So my bad boy reputation is what made you fall for me?” He teases.

“No, your unwavering loyalty to those you care about, is the quality that really made me fall for you.” I admit.

“The quality you love most about me is what landed me here.” He gestures to the hospital bed.

“No that’s not what landed you here, your shitty father is the cause of that.” My words laced with disgust. “But enough about that, you need to lay back and rest.”

“But I don’t want to rest. I’m fine, really.” he protests with a chuckle.

“You need to,” I watch him fight off a wince as he chuckles. “I’m not going anywhere I’ll be right here until you’re released.”

He reluctantly nods, slowly lying back down in the hospital bed. “You’re not gonna leave me alone for a second, are you?”

“You kidding me?” I ask looking over to him “the last time I left you alone you got yourself stabbed trying to rescue kie.”

“I’m sorry.” he says softly, reaching out to gently grab my hand again. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re loyal to a fault I wouldn’t expect you to have done anything different in the situation” I squeeze his hand. “All that matters is that you’re okay though”

JJ squeezes my hand back, “I just hate how stressful this was for you.” he says softly, looking up at me with concern in his eyes. “I never want to make you cry again, your eyes are still puffy from crying.” His free hand cups my face.

“I don’t think I could cry even if I wanted to.” I admit softly “I cried so much yesterday I don’t think I have any more tears to cry.”

“I’m sorry I put you through that.”

“Don’t you dare apologize, you did what you always do, protected those you care about”

JJ was quiet for a moment, taking in my words. “But I still scared you. I can see it in your eyes, you’re worried about me.”

“Of course I worry about you.” I admit “but that’s what comes with the territory.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You worry too much, though.”

“I think I worried the appropriate amount considering you were dying Jayj.”

JJ winces at the reminder of how close he had been to death. “Yeah, that was…a close call.”

“It was a close call for sure. I honestly thought I had lost you for good.” I feel tears brimming my eyes.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” he says softly, gently tilting my chin up so I’m looking at him. “I’m still here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”ijí

“Good, it nearly killed me thinking I’d lost you.” I admit to him now sobbing.

He pulls me into a gentle embrace, holding me close as I cry. “I know, and I’m sorry for putting you through that.” he whispers, running his fingers through my hair soothingly.

“It’s not your fault.” I squeak out and the tears continue to stream down my face.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Let it out.” He whispers holding me tighter. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to lose you” I admit through my tears, as I bury my head into his chest.

He gently tilts my head up so he can look into my eyes. “You won’t lose me, I promise.” he says firmly, wiping away my tears with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“I’m ok with that.” I admit to him.

“Good, because I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon.” he says, pulling me back into a tight embrace.

I melt into his embrace, my breathing evening back out as he holds me. My heart hammers in my chest. JJ held me against his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Taking a deep breath I collect myself and pick my head up to look him in the eyes. “I need to tell you something.”

JJ looks down at me, his brow furrowing slightly. “What is it?”

I take a deep breath calming my nerves before speaking “I’m pregnant.” I whisper out quickly.

JJ’s eyes widened in surprise, “You’re…pregnant?” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” I say softly as I look down at the bed.

JJ is silent for a moment, trying to process the news. “Are…are you sure?” he asks, his voice trembling slightly.

“I’m positive.” I sigh “I found out right before we left for Morocco.” I look down at my feet and twiddle my thumbs.

“And you didn’t tell me until now?” he asks, his voice a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

“Well I didn’t know how to tell you.” I admit. “I had planned to tell you once we found the blue crown, then you got stabbed and I thought I’d be doing this alone.”

“You’re not doing this alone.” He says firmly lifting my chin to meet his gaze.

“I know that now, but 24 hours ago i wasn’t so sure.”

“I know it was scary, but you don’t have to be scared anymore.” he says softly, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take care of you and our baby, no matter what.”

“I know that.” I sigh “but we have to get you out of this hospital and healed up first.” I smile softly

JJ lets out a soft chuckle, his expression lightening slightly. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” he says, wincing as he shifts in the hospital bed. “But I feel fine, really. I’m sure I could leave today if I wanted to.”

“Absolutely not.” *I say sternly, “you’ll stay as long as the doctors tell you to.”

JJ pouts playfully, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. “But I hate hospitals. They’re so boring and stuffy.”

“I really don’t care. You’re staying here and getting better and I’ll be right here with you.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stay. But I’m gonna be complaining the entire time.”

“That’s fine complain all you want but it won’t change anything” I smirk over to him

“You’re a pain in the ass you know that?”

“I could say the same about you.” I smirk, pulling my hand from his and resting it on my stomach. “But I love you anyway.”

“And I love you.” He reaches out and gently places his hand over mine on my stomach.

I smile up at his, my heart fluttering when a knock on the door cuts the moment short. JJ looks up at the door as the knock interrupts the moment. He sighs softly, his hand still resting on mine.

“Come in.” he calls out.

John B busts through the door. “Dude you’re awake!” His smile stretches from ear to ear.

“Yeah I’m awake.” JJ chuckles at John B’s enthusiasm.

John B’s eyes fall to mine and JJ’s hands that are still resting on my stomach. “What’s going on?” His eyes meet ours again.

“I think we should tell him.” JJ says looking over to me. I nod in response.

“Tell me what?” John B’s brow now furrowed.

“Y/N is pregnant.” JJ says with a large smile plastered on his face.

“Wait what?” John B asks completely shocked at the revelation.

“It’s true JB” I say softly.

John B’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide as he tries to process the information. He sits there for a moment, completely stunned, before a huge smile spreads across his face.

“Holy crap, I’m gonna be an uncle!” he exclaims, a mix of excitement and disbelief in his voice.

“Well I was thinking more like god father.” I smile over at John B, who has been like a brother to me since we were in the 5th grade.

John B’s eyes widen even further, if that’s even possible. “You’re letting me be the godfather? That’s the best news I’ve ever heard!”

“You’re pretty much family.” I smile over to him. “I think I speak for both of us when I say we want you to be the godfather.” I look over to JJ hoping I didn’t cross a line.

JJ nods in agreement, his expression softening. “Yeah, you’re basically family. You’ve been there for us through everything.” he says, a warm smile on his face. “There’s no one else we’d rather have as the godfather.”

John B smiles at both of us, his eyes slightly misty. “Thank you guys. It means a lot.” He says his voice cracking a bit.

“Of course.” JJ and I say in unison.

“There’s no one I’d trust more to take care of our baby if something were to happen to JJ and I.” I admit to John B, JJ nods in agreement.

“I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to take care of them if something happens to you two.” he says, his voice full of determination. “I’ll protect them with my life.”

“Thank you JB.” I smile and John B nods.

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A knock on the door rings out and in walks the doctor. He’s come in to check on JJ and I take the opportunity to get up and stretch my legs a bit.

While the doctor is in with JJ I run to the vending machines and grab a snack and a drink.

The doctor is leaving the room as I make it back. I nod at him and enter JJ’s room. I head back to my seat, the one I’ve been occupying since last night. My body is tired and my eyes are heavy, a slight yawn escaping my lips as I sit down.

JJ notices my tired expression and frowns slightly. “You look exhausted.” he says softly, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair out of my face.

“I am,” I admit “my body just tires out quicker right now, that and I didn’t sleep the best last night.”

His frown deepens at my words. “Why didn’t you sleep well?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

“I was worried about you.” I say softly through another yawn. “That and this chair is not the best place to sleep.”

“Hey come lay with me.” He says scooting over and making room for me on the bed. “I want to hold you and sleeping in that chair cannot be good for the baby.”

“Are you sure?” I ask tiredly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

JJ nods firmly, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “I’m sure. I promise you won’t hurt me.” he says, his voice reassuring. “I want you to be comfortable, and you can’t do that in that chair.”

“Ok then.” I climb up in the bed with him, careful not to make any sudden movements to cause his wound to hurt. I curl into his side and lay my head on his chest.

JJ wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him. He lets out a content sigh.

“Much better.” he murmurs, gently rubbing my back. “Now we can both get some rest.”

“Mhmm.” I nod and soon sleep overtakes me.

[astravv]

【✰】 ➤ ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴ’ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ — ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

✰ — 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▸ i really just wanted to make a real nasty nsfw with dottore for some reason so enjoy <3 i’ll be working on requests hopefully tmrw night and this weekend :)

✰ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ▸ sexual content (minors dni) praising , degrading , spanking , some bondage , choking , breeding kink , biting , fingering , oral (both receiving) , face fucking , slapping

✰ — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ▸ dottore x fem! reader

✰ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ dottore and you have some fun together ;)

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

dottore slams you down onto his lap desk, grabbing both of your arms and restraining them behind you, immediately tying them together with some tape that was conveniently placed on his desk.

“you’re such a slut,” he growls, taking off his mask and setting it beside you so his red eyes glare down at you. “distracting me.. you know what you’re doing, whore.”

he raises his hand and slaps your ass, leaving a big red handprint on the soft skin. he leans down and bites your neck, sucking the sensitive flesh. you scream out from the sudden pain from his teeth digging into you, leaving big red bite mark indents in the skin.

“if that’s making you scream, slut, you have another thing coming for you.” he says, smacking your ass a little softer this time. you cry into the table, squeezing your hands into fists over and over again, trying to subdue the pain from the bite.

he licks the bite mark, making you shiver underneath his body. his hands squeeze your ass, playing with the plump skin, jiggling it and rubbing it against his throbbing hard on.

prior to tying you up, he’s already ripped all of your clothes off, so you lie on his cold desk, completely naked, all your curves and crevices visible to him.

he lowers himself and bends down, spreading your legs and shoving his lips onto your pussy, licking long lines around the sensitive spot. his other hand reaches up and starts to press on your clit, rubbing it around and driving your mind crazy. you cry out as dottore swirls his tongue around your hole, going in and out at crazy speeds. moans spill out of your throat and you wonder if anyone can hear how much dottore is pleasuring you.

dottore slaps your pussy, shoving two fingers into your hole right after, you grind yourself against his fingers, trying to feel them all in you. he pulls them out and shoves three fingers in there.

“can you take three fingers, slut?” dottore stands up and leans in to bite your earlobe. his heavy breathing sending shivers down your spine. “how about four?”

“f-four..” your whimper, panting loudly. your hair covered your face, you couldnt move it, and dottore didn’t bother to move it either so you could see. he liked seeing you a mess. he liked when you were a mess because of him.

he shoves four fingers deep inside of you. wet noises from your soaking wet hole filled the room. his fingers started to go faster into you, curling them inside right on your good spot, the spot that makes you cum every times and dottore knows that.

“d-dottore, please, i-i’m gonna cum.” you cry out, pressing your hands against his clothed chest.

“cum for me, slut, cum all over my fingers.” he growls into your ear, leaving a bite on the top of your earlobe. this sends you into a spiral and you cum all over dottore’s fingers. he sighs and kisses the back of your neck as you try to regain your breath. “such a good girl.”

dottore stands up and pulls his fingers out, licking them clean of your juices, giving you time to rest for a second. soon enough he throws you onto your back, your hands getting crushed by your body, but he didn’t care. dottore grabs you by the hair and pulls you off of the desk, setting you right in front his pants zipper. dottore take a seat and unzips his pants, letting his cock fall out and smack you in the face. still death gripping onto your hair, he pulls your face close to his cock.

“open wide.” dottore demands, pushing his tip into your agape mouth. you start to suck on the tip and swirl your tongue around it, licking the precum that was previously dripping off his cock. he pushes your face closer to his cock, pushing his length all into your mouth, the tip mashing against the back of your throat, earning a few gags from you. he puts both of his hands on your head and starts to push you up and down on his cock, face fucking you. “that’s right slut, keep doing that for me.”

dottore leans his head back and lets a couple moans escape his mouth. he starts to pound his cock deep into your throat, your saliva dripping everywhere and all over his thick, hard cock. you swore you could feel your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he shoved his cock right down your right throat. he lets out a low chuckle and pushes you all the way down on his cock, basically choking you out. he cums into your mouth, letting it pour all down your throat as you swallow it all. he pulls out and lets you fall to the floor and cough it all up.

“such a little cum slut.” he groans. he puts on his hands on his cock, sliding his hand up and down slowly. he thinks of what to do next with you as he slowly jerks himself off. “sit on the table.”

you try to stand up and sit yourself on the table, struggling a little bit with hopping up onto it. dottore gets up and kisses you passionately, sucking on your bottom lip. he pulls away and scans your body, especially the hands that he restrained. he rips the tape off and you immediately pull them in front of you, rubbing the sore wrists. you look up into his eyes, which are staring down at you. you both exchange looks and he gives you a smirk.

“i’m going to fuck you slut, like no one has ever done before.” dottore whispers. “you’re going to cry out for me, cry out my name and make sure everyone in this damn building knows who’s making you feel this fucking good, do you understand me?”

his voice is harsh as he spits his words out. you nod and wrap your arms around his neck, trying to bring him closer to you. he pulls your arms off and put them above your head, restraining them once again with his hands this time.

“none of that lovey dovey bullshit,” he hisses, leaning down and biting your nipple, which causes you to cry out. “now scream my name, slut. let me know that you know who’s making you cry out like this.”

“dottore..” you cry out, not loud and all. he gives you a glance and slides his thick cock in, causing you to tighten up around him. he bites his lower lip softly as he starts to thrust in and out of your body.

“that’s right, slut. call out my name.” he says, picking up the speed of his hips against yours. you cry out louder, arching your back a bit because of the overwhelming feeling.

dottore throws his head back and lets a few groans out of his lips. you can’t help but start to stare at the man who’s pounding you, his hair is a little messy and his eyes are struck right onto you and your body, watching your every move from his hips thrusting into you, especially your chest. he lets go of your wrists to slap your tits, making you squeal in pain a bit, squeezing your legs together, making it harder for dottore to push himself in and out.

he grabs both of your legs and pushes them until you can’t push them back anymore, the pain of your legs being stretched so far making a tear fall out of your eyes.

“dottore..” you whine out, letting your hands fall and lay on the sides of you, one of them sliding onto dottore’s hand which was settled on your hip. he gives you a small smile and intertwines his fingers with you, slapping his skin harder against yours. dottore lets out a few more groans and pushes himself completely inside of you.

“fuuuck.” he moans, finishing inside of you, filling you up with his seed. you let out a loud moan and pull yourself up, wrapping your arms around dottore’s neck. surprisingly enough, he doesn’t push you away and lets you hang onto him. he keeps thrusting softly, trying to keep them cum inside of you. he grabs your legs and picks you up, bringing you to his room which is connected to his lab, laying you on his bed, his cock still embedding inside of you.

he rests his face in your neck, scattering soft bites throughout your neck and to your shoulder. he also picks up his pace again, thrusting quickly in and out of you.

“god, you’re so good for me,” dottore begins, whispering in your ear. “taking all my cum and my cock in. what a little slut.”

“mmhm..” you whine. your hands slide into his hair, tugging a little at his soft blue hair. “dottore, i’m gonna cum again..”

“go ahead.” he whispers, biting down on you harshly. you cry out as he helps you ride out your orgasm. you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer to you, so you can feel him even better.

he gives himself a few more thrusts and finally rides out his orgasm in you again, this time pushing you to your breaking point. his cock twitches inside of you, releasing all of the hot liquid into you. once he pulls himself out, his cum pours out of your pussy.

he slides his finger onto your pussy and tries to push all the cum back into you, giving you a few more thrusts with his fingers before he lets you rest.

he leans into you and gives you a soft, but very long kiss on the lips.

[starcrossed-lov3rz]

Apologize - Part 2

Feyd Rautha x Wife!Reader

Series: Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem receiving), praise, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, denial, general filth

Words: 1.2K

Description: Feyd has been busy with meetings. You take matters into your own hands. Now you get to pay the price.

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“Please” You whine, pulling against the restraints that tie your wrists to the bed posts. “You’re torturing me, my love.” 

Feyd’s breath ghosts across your thighs as he laughs from his perch between them. “If you want my cock, you’ll have to beg harder darling.” You squirm, kicking your legs out in an attempt to push your husband away. “None of that,” Feyd says, spanking your outer thigh. “You’re gonna sit there like a good fucking girl, and take it until I say you’re done.”

Feyd hooks his hands under your knees, pushing them up to your chest in one swift move. You cry out as he dives back into your sensitive cunt. Feyd had carried you back to your rooms after the scene you made in his meeting. He refused to let you touch him and hadn’t made a move to even try and fuck you. Instead, your husband had thrown you on the bed and tied your hands. Feyd spent the better part of the last hour feasting on your cunt and keeping you on the edge, stopping just before you came each time. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself approach another climax. “Right there! Please just a little more-” Feyd latches onto your clit, humming and lapping at the little bud. You moan, bucking into his face harder. “Yes, yes, yes, thank you! I’m gonna-” It never comes, and you whine in frustration, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Feyd had pulled back just before you reached your peak. He drops his grip on your legs, wiping your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand. “So good for me,” he praises. “Taking your punishment so well. How many more do you think you deserve, darling?”

“Please let me come.” Your breaths come out in pants as you come down. “Please, anything. My love, I’ll do anything.”

“I know you will,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he smooths your hair down. “Which is why you’re gonna give me another. Just one more and it’ll all be over. You think you can do that?”

You shake your head furiously back and forth. “I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Yes you can,” Feyd purrs, kissing his way back down your body. “You want to know why?” he asks as he stops to tweak your nipple. 

“W-why?”

“Because I’m going to make you.” 

Feyd latches onto your cunt with renewed vigor, sliding two fingers into you. He massages your walls with practiced ease, playing your body like it was an instrument. Your climax is already building again, pitifully fast thanks to the near hour that Feyd has dangled you on the edge. Your legs are shaking with the effort to hold back your orgasm, and you feel Feyd grin into your cunt. He wrenches his head back, moving a hand to draw firm circles on your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. “Fuck darling, can you hear that?” You try to ignore him, but Feyd is right. You’re so wet, that you can hear every thrust of his fingers. “Gods you’ve soaked our bed. The servants will need to burn the sheets, because they’re never going to get the scent of your needy cunt out of them.”

You're hurtling towards climax, squirming away from Feyd’s hands as you babble nonsense. Just as you feel your peak nearing, he rips his hands from your cunt. You scream in frustration, snapping your thighs together in an attempt to get enough friction to cum. Feyd  stares at you in awe, gently pulling your legs apart and murmuring praises. “There you go,” he says, stroking up and down your thighs to soothe you. “It’s all over now, you did so good for me.”

“No more,” you whine. Your body is exhausted from the constant torment, your thighs quivering in his grip.

“Shh,” Feyd soothes, reaching for his knife to deftly cut the ties at your wrists. You wind your arms around his neck, weakly clinging to him and pulling him down to a kiss. He pulls away from your embrace, standing up to strip out of his robes. “You think you can do one more thing for me?” Feyd asks, crawling back to cover your body with his own. 

You nod in agreement, letting him guide your leg to hook around his waist. A sigh falls from your lips as you feel him finally slide into you. “I need you to lay back, and take it like the obedient little wife I know you can be.” He hisses, fucking into you with lazy thrusts.

“Fuck, Feyd.” You moan, rocking to meet every thrust of his hips. Your hands claw uselessly at his back, and Feyd moans at the pain before fucking harder into you. 

“Come on,” he growls. “Take it. I want you dripping with me by the end of tonight. My darling girl is gonna complain that I’m not giving her enough attention? I’ll make sure you can’t even walk without remembering tonight.”

Feyd pulls out, flipping you onto your hands and knees. He pushes your shoulders down into the mattress, forcing your ass up higher. “Ass up darling, present for me.” Feyd demands with a spank to your ass. He fucks back into you, the new angle making his cock hit even deeper into you than before.

You sneak a hand down to rub at your clit, desperate for some friction to send you over the edge. “No,” Feyd orders, grabbing your hair in his fist and pulling you up. Your back is flush with his chest, and his free hand slides up to twist and tug at your nipples. “I told you to just stay there and take it. Not play with your greedy cunt.”

“M’sorry,” you whine.

“It’s not your fault,” Feyd purrs into your ear. “My desperate little girl is so used to getting what she wants. Maybe if you ask nicely enough, I’ll let you come and milk this cock dry.” Feyd bites down on the junction between your neck and ear, before pulling back and lick and kiss at the teeth marks.

“Please, my love,” you beg breathlessly. “Please sir, please na-Baron. I need it so bad.”

“Need what? You’re going to have to spell it out for me, darling.” Tears are now dripping down your cheeks, and your husband tilts your head towards him to lick them away. 

“Please make me come.”

Feyd needs no further invitation, sliding a hand down to rub ruthless circles against your clit. Your climax hits you almost instantly as you finally get the friction you’ve been needing. “That’s it, darling. Come for me. Do it. Drench my cock.” Feyd hisses as he fucks into you deeper and continues to abuse your clit. “Fuck darling, your little cunt is practically strangling my cock.” You cry and squirm against him as oversensitivity sets in. “Just a little more,” he moans, “I’m almost there.”

His thrusts are getting frantic and sloppier as he approaches his climax. “Come for me, my love,” you whisper. Feyd cries out a moan, biting down on your shoulder roughly as he cums. You’re both a panting and sweaty mess, chests heaving as you come down from the high. 

Feyd gently pulls out, laying you down to plant kisses across every inch of your skin. You whine and pull him up for a kiss. “Round two?” He asks playfully. Rolling your eyes, you push him away. 

“My love, I might just need a week away from you to recover.”

Note: Thanks for all the love on part 1! I hope you all enjoy this filthy sequel. As always, I am accepting requests for fics. Let me make all your crazy ideas come to life. <3 - Lacie

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[jj-maybanks-daughter]

shark

john bs little sister, y/n routledge got attacked by a shark while surfing with the pogues

warnings- blood, sharks, drowning 

a/n- please don’t read if your afraid of sharks. however, what you read  is not my responsibility  

y/n walked from her room to the living room where all the pogues are. “can someone go out to surf with me? i don’t like being alone and i really want to go out”

“sure.” john b said 

“i’ll go!” pope added, smiling

“im in” jj yelled 

kiara and sarah looked at eachother and shrugged.

they all got ready to surf. y/n had a pink bikini on and brought her white board

“ew look at the water it’s all grey” sarah said disgusted pointing to the water. 

“your fineeee” john b joked. “let’s go”

they swam out into the water. the waves were pretty calm. y/n had drifted off while she was laying on her board.

they layed there for a while, hopeful some nice waves will come in.

the salt air had y/ns y/h/c hair all wavy and perfect. everything was perfect. until something was under y/n. she didn’t notice, she was falling asleep laying on her stomach. both feet and right hand in the water.

out of nowhere, there was a splash. the shark had gotten y/ns left leg, tearing it to shreds as it had held her underwater. blood curdling screams were coming from her mouth underwater, begging that someone would hear her. 

“y/n?” sarah asked, noticing there was a splash and she wasn’t on her board.

the shark brought her above water and she screamed. he leg was being ripped off by a thousand stake knife’s, and she couldn’t get away. i was like she was in a car wash, but instead of soapy clean sponges, it was razor sharp knife’s. 

“oh shit” john b paddled over to her fast and got her in his arms. the water was red and thick. the pogues watched with shock in their eyes. “call 911!” john b screamed as he sucker punched the shark. it finally swam away, not after taking another bite.

kie and sarah rode a wave in to shore in a panic and grabbed their phones. 

“911, what’s your emergency” the operator  spoke through the phone

“hi um we have a 15 year old female that just got t attacked by a shark” sarah cried with a shaky voice into the phone

“is she conscious and where was the bite”

“i don’t know, she’s still out in the water but the shark is gone now. uh- i think it’s her leg”

“ok. i’m just going to send a medivac to your location. stay on the line.”

“ok” sarah was crying.

“y/n, talk to me, your ok” john b said as she layed on the board slipping in and out of consciousness. “come on, kid give me something here” he slapped her face gently a few times to keep her awake

jj and pope had rushed over to help, but there was nothing they could really do. once they had gotten to where they could stand jj tied the leash of his surfboard around her leg as tight as he could to stop the bleeding. it was gruesome and horrific but they were gonna do what they had to to save y/n

“jj?” she asked in a hushed, raspy voice as they swam her back to shore.

“i’m here, i’m here” jj said brushing her wet hair out of her face, trying to put on a brave face for her

“i can’t feel anything” she said closing her eyes slowly. he watched her eyelashes flutter in pain, shock and fear coating her glassy eye.

“i know, i know, keep your eyes open, your gonna be alright” 

the boys and y/n got to shore after fighting with the fast crashing waves and rip current 

“y/n, they have a medivac coming for you ok?” john b said as he tightened the makeshift tourniquet to where if it was her neck, she wouldn’t be able to breath

“that hurts, john b, stop your hurting me” she was crying and trying to catch her breath

“i know, i know, im sorry. we need to stop the bleeding and this is the only way i can do it. if i didn’t have to i wouldn’t”

her eyes were heavy and she was pale pink. her lips were chapped and had blood all over her. her pink bathing suit and white board were stained with a dark red

“jj?” she pleaded as she opened her eyes in pain

“yes?” he asked.

“i’m scared” 

“me too, we all are. your…” he paused, not knowing if the next statement was true “your gonna be ok” it was convincing him and the pogues as much as it was her.

“i’m cold” she said, lifting her head to see what john b was doing. she also was looking for a towel or be wrapped around in.

john b nudged her back down to the towel her head was resting on “don’t look, it’s ok” he didn’t want her to see her own leg that was bleeding profusely and had muscle and bone popping out at every spot.

“i’m cold…” she drifted off. she was trying to stay awake, but she was just too tired. 

“oh shit” pope tried to wake her up by squeezing her face, but it was no use. he checked to see if she was breathing. she wasn’t conscious a few times, but not like this. she was still. her eyes were shut. not shut in a fluttering way, but a frozen way. her flushed chapped lips parted and still. she didn’t flinch at any contact. she was out.

pope tapped her face a few times, looking for signs that she was just sleeping. she was frozen. she was still bleeding, which in this case, was a good sign. he put his ear to her chest to listen. she was breathing.

john b walked away, crying “come on y/n/n, your ok, they’re almost here” he said as he paced back and forth while pope was examining her conditions.

“she’s still breathing, just make sure it stays that way” pope directed jj to put his finger under her nose to monitor her breathing. he put his bloodied finger under her nose. and his ear on her chest.

sarah walked away to john b, holding him in a bear hug as they both cry, looking towards an almost lifeless y/n. their usual bubbly, energetic, and crazy y/n was just attacked by a shark which left her bleeding with a leg bearly on the bone.  they could everything that made up the leg. there was no way they could keep reattach it, even though the hoped.

“damn it! we should’ve just stayed at home” jj screamed, pulling at the roots of his hair. he walked away to wash his bestfriends sisters blood from his calloused hands 

kiara sat there in shock. mouth wide open, eyes in a bliss. she was somewhere else. trapped in the memory of what just happened to her friend. they knew they couldn’t do anything about it. they had give. every effort to stop the bleeding, that being all they could really do.

out of no where, a scream of pain came from y/n. “help me, somebody help me” she begged, looking into popes chocolate brown eyes with a plead. “i need help please” she sobbed. she caught a glimpse of her leg. the one she had used for surfing, running, swimming. everything she loved to do. it’s been with her forever. she was shocked and in an unbearable pain. 

“calm down, calm down, your ok, the medivac will be here any minute ok? you need to relax” he said, rubbing the top of her wet with seawater head in an effort to calm her down. 

“where’s john b? i need john b. i- i need him” she stuttered, looking around for him as she grabbed the top of her thigh, whining in pain. 

john b came running back, leaving sarah. “your ok, hunny im right here i walked away cause you were unconscious, ok, im right here” john b caressed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away her tears and blood

“i don’t think im gonna be ok…” she reached up to grab john bs face and smiled “can you make sure jj knows i love him… please” she sighed and looked back down. she loved jj. she had since forever. she didn’t want herself to die, and what she really thought about for the past seven years of her life to be unknown.

“you can tell him once your ok. your gonna be ok” john b said crying “your gonna be ok”

sarah and kiara were sobbing at the deck of the chateau, sitting in the chairs on the deck. sarah’s head was in her hands that were being held up by her elbows. kiara’s head was against the wood boarding of the chaout looking up to the sky in a plead.

the medivac swooped in to get y/n. she was conscious but had lost a lot of blood and her leg was bearly hanging on. the loaded her up and she said goodbye to the pogues with tears in her eyes. “it was nice being with you guys. i love you” 

once she was being lifted away, they all sat there in silence, all of them covered in her blood and were shocked and crying.

“come on, we have to meet her at the hospital” jj said getting off the beach to get the twinkie. he was covered in sand and blood, but john b didn’t mind 

“let’s go” john b squeezed sarah in a hug as they walked to the car, knowing there was a good chance she was dead by now.

jjs bloody hands drove them to the hospital which was 45 minutes away. 45 minutes of silence. 45 minutes of fear. 45 minutes of grieving someone who they didn’t know was even gone

he pulled into a parking spot and they all hopped out. 

they got to the front office. none of them wanted to ask where she was, not wanting to know if she was gone. they didn’t want to have to hear it here. no where really. but in a waiting room of a hospital is not ideal.

pope finally walked up to the desk and leaned on it. “umm… im here to see y/n routlegde…” he asked numbly as the rest stood behind him

the receptionist typed up her name as they watched her as they bit their nails. “it looks like they took her to the hospital in kitty hawk. they have better care for her situation there.”

“can we get the adress” jj asked sternly from behind pope 

“yup.” she passed them a pamphlet and smiled warmly. “good luck”

they walked back outside. their hands were dry of blood and had tear streaks down their eyes. 

after an hour of silence, sarah spoke up. “if they gave an adress she’s probably ok now, right?” she sniffled after her sentence, bringing the back of her hand to her nose

“i hope” john b said as he hopped into the back seat, rubbing sarah shoulders.

jj started driving and took a wrong turn. “FUCK” he scream slamming his hands down on the wheel. he started crying even though he tried not to. 

“jj…” kiara started

“don’t. quit being emotional and shit, she’s fine” he took a breath and sniffed his nose.

he pulled back out to go the right way. he was anxious to get there and was traumatized on what happened.

“where are you going?” kiara asked softly.

“chateau. she needs her stuff and we’re here now anyway”

sarah and kiara washed up and grabbed stuff that she might need at the hospital as the boys sat in the car.

“dude… what the fuck just happened… this morning was normal and now we’re here.” pope said and he threw his head into his hands and shook his head back and forth.

jj clenched his jaw and swallowed the lump in his throat. he honked on the horn for the girls to hurry. 

the trotted back to the twinkie with suitcases and pillows. they hopped in and put her stuff in the trunk. they didn’t even get the chance to buckle in before jj stepped on the gas.

the arrived at the hospital and walked in to the check in desk.

“we’re here to to see y/n routledge” kiara said as she leaned on the counter. 

the lady frowned at the screen.

“is she ok!?!” john b yelled as he cried.

“she’s in surgery. it’s gonna be a while before she’s out. you can get an account and we will send you a notification when you can see her.” the lady informed 

john b scanned the code and filled out the paper. “we can’t see her till tomorrow. this is bullshit” he said as he stormed out of the hospital.

“it’s ok, at least we know she’s alright” sarah drew circles on john bs back as they hugged.

“i just can’t believe it…” he said 

“i know, none of us can” she cried 

“well what do we do now” pope asked 

“my moms probably freaking out” kiara said while she leaned against the door of the twinkie. arms folded 

“same” pope said

“let’s just go back to the chateau and we’ll figure it out from there, yeah?” sarah said hopefully.

“i’m not driving” jj huffed as he plopped down in the back of the car

“i got it” john b said finally letting go of sarah 

they got back to see news people out on the beach in front of the chateau 

“no, they can’t be here” jj yelled. he walked outside with kiara and grabbed their boards and towels they had left on the beach earlier.

“do you know what happened?” the news lady asked. jj and kid ignored her and packed up to go inside.

“you know, this is really shitty of you guys. a 15 year old girl probably  died and your doing a news report for money. that’s embarrassing” he said sternly, not bothered enough to look up from what he was doing.

“it’s our job, kid” one of the camera men said, pointing the camera to him

“profiting off of death? that’s gross.” kiara said as jj grabbed y/n favorite board that was bitten and looked at the marks on it.

“you have quite the nerve to come on our property for this. get out” jj spoke, pointing away from the scene.

“this isn’t your property, it’s the beach.” the same guy spoke.

“your disgusting. all of you. disgusting. i hope your family’s happy with all the money your just brought in from a tragedy. i’m appalled. don’t think my lawyer won’t be hearing about this.”  kiara said as they walked away, flipping the people off.

“i hate people. she’s probably dead and they don’t even care. all they care about is themselves” jj cried to kiara as she hugged him

“she’s gonna be ok” kiara said as she cried also.

they got back inside and the pogues started clapping from the living room.

“what?” kiara asked 

“dude that’s all over the news what you just did. thanks for sticking up for my sister” john b hugged jj and kiara 

“the last thing she wants is for everyone to know. they didn’t even ask” jj cried again.

“it’s alright, buddy. they didn’t say her name or anything” john b patted jjs back.

“oh shit. my moms freaking out. i gotta go, see you guys tomorrow” kiara grabbed her stuff and left

“i gotta go call rose. she’s probably freaking out too” sarah said 

“can you stay tho?” john b pleaded

“yes i will. she’s going to be ok” sarah warmly smiled at him

“i should probably go, my moms scared im sure.” pope said sitting up from the couch. 

“pope?” john b asked

“yeah?” 

john b hugged him and cried “thank you… you saved her thank you” 

“hey,  what’s a pogue gotta do? we stick out for each other. you don’t need to thank me” he smiled

the boys were in a group hug

“see ya” jj waved to pope

sarah came back with her phone and flopped on the couch. 

they sat in silence until john b spoke up

“that was the worst day of my life. worse than when my dad went missing.” john bs head was full of flash backs, him fighting the shark, jj tying the leash, her saying she was gonna die, it was all flooding back to him in waves. he knew it was going t be engraved in his mind d for ever.

“you can say that again. i hope she’s ok” jj looked down at his still bloodied hands. “i’m gonna go shower. get this shitty day over with” 

john b was still in his trance. “tell jj i love him. tell jj i love him.” he got up and stormed to the kitchen, cracking open a beer. he chugged it down and caught his breath.

sarah sat and watched. she didn’t want to say anything. her boyfriend just had to watch his sister die on the beach and he couldn’t do anything.

she got up and sat with him. 

after jj got out of the shower, john b hopped in. he was silently crying, realizing there was no way in letting her know he loved her. he didn’t even say it when she saw him last.

he cleaned up and relaxed a little. they went to bed

meanwhile at the hospital 

“i don’t think we can save the leg. all the tissue and muscle is ripped to shreds. even if we could, all the nerve are destroyed.” one of the doctors spoke as he examined the leg.

“alright” they removed the destroyed leg up to her thigh. it was super risky, considering she had already lost a ton of blood and taking off the leg wouldn’t help. being under anesthesia that long isn’t good for her, and she would be droopy and drowsy for a while, just from the anesthesia. the blood loss is going to be a whole other challenge.

“poor girl” one of the female doctors sighed as they stitched up her thigh. “that’s crazy”

“yup. she’s going to need a lot of recovery time. i mean that’s nothing like we usually see. good work guys.” 

y/n was still on anesthesia. she kept having a dream of the shark getting john b and jj. she couldn’t not dream it. she had to wait until the surgery was over to not have to dream about it. it’s like she was drowning and as soon as she got close enough to the top of the water to breath, she was pulled down again. just like what happened earlier in the day.

they slowly let her off the meds to wake her up. she had no clue what was going on.

“who- who are you” she looked at the nurse with wide eyes and went to move to get up, realizing her leg wasn’t there. 

she screamed in terror, looking at her stitched up thigh that led to nothing. for some reason she could remember what happened. like some sort of sick dream.

“WHERES MY LEG” she yelled sitting up “WHERES JOHN B” she started crying and the nurse walked over to her

“your ok, hunny. you were attacked by a shark. do you remember any of it?” 

“oh…yea” she started sobbing again. “i- i need my brother please. i- i need to go home”

“im sorry, hunny, you can’t go home. not until we can get you blood and monitor you. i’m sorry. i’ll call your brother to come, ok?” 

y/n suddenly felt super tired. she layed her head back into the awful hospital pillows. how much she didn’t want to go to sleep was overweighed by how physically tired her body was. she crashed hard.

she felt people hooking her up to more machines and checking her heartbeat, but she didn’t care. she was too tired to care. everything was numb. she couldn’t feel the millions of shots being injected into her body to help with pain. 

when she woke up, there was john b, sitting in the hospital chair fiddling with his fingers, the pogues next to him. she fluttered her eyes back shut, not feeling enough energy to talk to them or talk about what happened. all she wanted was to sleep.

jj noticed her opening her eyes and rushed to her side, holding her hand. they hadn’t seen the nub that was left of her leg, and didn’t want to. it would just make the situation real.

“i’m here, y/n/n” jjs voice gave her the motivation to just open her eyes and smile at him. “you don’t have to say anything, just get some rest. we’re all here”

she smiled and shut her eyes again, feeling more at ease. they hoped she would be ready to talk in a few hours. 

she woke up a few hours later with excruciating pain shooting all the way down her left leg. even the part she didn’t have anymore.

she let out a yelp and squeezed her eyes shut in pain. “what’s wrong, y/n/n, talk to me” john b spoke 

(flashback in her head) “talk to me” 

“it hurts” she cried looking at him with glossed over eyes 

“i know, im sorry”

(flashback in her head) “i know, im sorry” 

“stop, stop get out” she cried to him, feeling sorry but she was traumatized. she didnt want to remember anything from the day before, and the only words john b had said to her were the ones when it happened.

“what?” he asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow

“get out” she sobbed. she was in pain. something about the pogues, her older brothers friends, seeing you in the state she were in yesterday made her cringe and made her want to cry. all she could think was how embarrassing it must’ve been.

“are you sure?” john b asked

“no” she sniffled. she was undeceive. “just… just stop saying that shit, please” she begged

he didn’t know what she was talking about but he didn’t want to stress her out more.

“can you eat something, please?” pope asked, offering her a sandwich they got from the cafeteria.

she turned her head “i’m not hungry”

“you need to restore blood that you lost, you need to eat to have enough energy. please” pope begged, finding her eyes again. 

she held it up to her mouth to take a bite but couldn’t. she couldn’t eat. she didn’t know why, she just couldn’t.

“y/n, please eat. you need to” john b begged

“do you want something else?” sarah asked patting her right thigh.

y/n flinched at the touch. “n-no im not hungry” 

“we can do it the easy way or the hard way, y/n. you need to eat.” john b gets mad when he’s scared

“i- no” she started crying again. 

“it’s ok y/n” jj shot john b a glare as he hugged y/n. just by the hug in the hospital bed, he could tell that the leg was missing. it broke his heart, but he needed to stay strong”

“do you want to get better or not?” john b snapped at her 

she looked at him with wide eyes and her bottom lip quivered.

“john b!” sarah yelled at him, going to join the hug with y/n and jj”

“i- im sorry i- i don’t know what got into me but you need to eat. you can eat it yourself or get the tube. i don’t want to force you to do something but it’s the only way you’ll feel better. please y/n”

“fine… but i don’t want that” she pointed to the sand which in disgust.

“i’ll be back” john b grabbed the keys to the twinkie to go get her her favorite soup from panera. 

“how are you feeling, can i get you anything?” pope offered while he sat in the squishy blue chair in the hospital room.

“it hurts. my leg hurts even though it’s not there, it hurts” she explained looking down numbly

“i read about that once. it’s called phantom pain” pope informed

“shut up” jj said slowly as he turned his head to look over to pope. he still had his hand on hers, head still resting on her right thigh. 

“sorry” 

“it’s ok… where did john b go?” tears started to well in her eyes

“im not sure.” sarah said looking to the parking lot from the hospital window.

“where’s kie?” she sniffled 

“her mom went on a big rant, she wasn’t aloud to come” jj explained

“about what”

“n-nothing” he shook his head. he didn’t want to talk to you about how her mom was scared and didn’t want it to be kie.

around 15 minutes later, john b came back with a soup, just how she liked it. 

he face grew a smile and she sat up, letting go of jjs hand. “thank you john b!” she clapped her hands as her brother moved the bedside table to over her lap. 

she ate her soup in happiness until a doctor came in.

“hello, i’m doctor smith” the blonde lady explained. “i’m just here to check on your stitches and give you your pain meds, is that ok?” she asked y/n

for some reason, y/n had it all planned out in her head that the pogues would never see the stub that was left of her leg. she looked at the group in an indecisive way.

“uh- we can leave if you want?” pope said in a questioning voice

“it’s…it’s ok… you can stay” the doctor pulled down the rack abt the opposite side of the bed and gently pulled the sheets off her leg.

sarah gasped but quickly shoved her hand over her face. john b turned around to take a breath. pope watched with a puzzeled look on his face. jj looked numb and y/n was just sitting there, watching the reactions.

she looked to the side as tears welled back up in her eyes. her emotions were high. the moment was cut off by the doctor

“it looks like it’s healing well, it will take a few months for it to recover but it’s on the right track” she smiled to y/n and put the covers back over it.

the got the shot ready. she injected it into her arm without a warning, causing y/n to jump at the feeling.

“i’m sorry… it looks like it didn’t go in all the way, i have to redo it, im so sorry, i should’ve given a warning” 

y/n was just hit by a bunch of shark teeth, she wasn’t expecting herself to flinch over a measly shot. 

“its ok” the doctor counted off and put a new one in her arm. even though everyone was in the room, she felt like she was by herself. 

they stayed in the hospital for 3 more weeks, y/n was sick of it. the constant check ups, the shots, the not being able to turn on the tv without jj and kiara outbreak, the smell of cleaning supplies, the not being able to really do what she wanted, all of it. all she wanted was to go home.

“we can order you a prosthetic leg. your insurance will cover it, and it will help you get around” the doctor told her 

she shrugged her shoulders and said ok. they fitted her for it.

“it won’t be here for around another month” 

they got home, y/n waddling in on her one leg. she looked around before flopping on the couch. she looked out to the scene of the accident and her face frowned. she wasn’t expecting to feel this emotional about just the spot.

jj noticed and went to hold her. they snuggled up together on the couch, him giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

“what was that for” she smiled, looking up to him.

“i love you, y/n, i love you. i heard you that day, i know what you said to john b and i love you too” 

her smile grew and she layed her head back into his chest, trying to hide the pink flush in her cheeks. he lifted her head back up and kissed her. 

“what do you guys want for di-“ john b stopped himself when he saw you two kissing. he turned around slowly and walked back outside.

they smiled as their foreheads touched, giving them both butterflies.

“i’m sorry you had to see all of that on the beach i-“ 

“you don’t have to be sorry… it’s not your fault that damn fish with teeth got you.”

she smiled at his antics, placing her forehead on his chest.

“it was scary. i was scared. probably more than you” he admitted 

“i doubt it” she booped his nose and fell asleep on his chest.

the next few months consisted of pt and lots of encouragement. as soon as she could go back out into the waves, she was ready. all she needed to think when she was scared was the wise words of her boyfriend, jj maybank  “the chances of getting bit once is 1 in a million. twice is just impossible” 

she slowly climbed her way back to being herself. the relief of taking off your shoes after a long day was replaced by taking off her leg. they all still loved her, even if she was a peg leg.

jj started calling her a peg leg once she was ready for jokes. she thought it was hilarious and laughed everytime. 

she was going to be ok 😊

[14th-century-verona-queer]

i’ve been watching dandadan and let’s talk about it.

first of all, no i’m not gonna talk about the plot or any of that stuff. i mean i probably will later but that’s not why im here

i’m here to talk about the glory that is momokarun.

when i tell you. that these are THE CUTEST MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE PLANET. I MEAN IM KICKING CRYING SCREAMING GIGGLING THROWING UP WAILING SOBBING SHIVERING SHITTING VIBRATING.

if you thought i loved deadpool and wolverine i love these two even more.

THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTE. PLEASE SEARCH THE FANART UP ON PINTREST IM JJST AHEHZJQHDBWBDBABD

look at what you’ve done, dandadan. now i want a cute little shy nerdy boyfriend. what the fuck.

not to mention that they’re dynamic? chefs kiss absolutely incredible.

⚠️SPOILER WARNING ⚠️

like they start off just exploring different shitty ass ruins (momo at somewhere aliens are rumored to be and okarun at somewhere a spirit is said to hang out) as a bet to be petty and because the don’t believe the other person and then it turns out to be TRUE and okarun just becomes undeniably fucked cause his entire dick is literally snatched and eaten by a grandma who can run 100 kilometers and hour (idk wtf that means in miles but it’s fast) (random but headcannon he’s ace so you can rip that from my cold dead hands (unrelated but pls remember for the love of god that he’s a freshman in high school. i do NOT wanna see any weird ass shit of him having sex HES A CHILD.)) so momo has to save his ass and it turns out she’s really pretty so he has a silly little crush on her and momo. i know that once he let his hair grow out wavy you see the vision. i see the vision. we ALL see the vision. ALSO HE TOOK THE TURNO GRANNY CURSE AND SAVES YOUR ASS MULTIPLE TIMES WHILST SAYING SHIT THAT MAKES YOU BLUSH AND HAVING THE SAME NAME AS YOUR CELEBRTY CRUSH. and now she spends the entirety of her time trying to get his balls back. what is life. please for the love of god. kiss and fall in love IM BEGGING YOU.

they’re so fucking cute. i can’t. i actually can’t. i’m so feral for them

[rotten-pomegranate]

Day ten : Size difference with yandere uvogin

Tags: @aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off

Warnings: Noncon, bleeding

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All you wanted was some affection, to be held even if it was by the man that took you away, made you stay by his side

That really is all you wanted, but no of course not, his hands where roaming all over your body while you just laid on his shoulder

“Damn babe, you get hotter by the day” his hands are everywhere on you, you ass, your tits, your waist

“Hmm” you slightly wriggle when he punches you nipple to hard “your hurting me” he laughs, the man who said he’d never hurt you just laughed in your face when you told him he did

“ I want you to ride me” all you have on is a skirt and no underwear as per his request

He lifts you with one arm while shimming off his shorts with the other

His cock is soft but it won’t be for long, you rap both hands around it as soon as your put back down

He was never patient when it came to sex, he didn’t even wait a week to pin you down and force you to have sex with him when he first took you and that was as awful as your sure this will be

He put his hand over your own to give his dick a good squeeze, it was getting hard quickly

“Yeah, get on the floor and use your mouth now” you nod and climb down off his lap

Being between his legs is horrible, he’s massive and he always makes you deep throat him by the end

“Well, get to it” legs spread wider for you even though there was more then enough room

You nod and lean forward to take his cock in your mouth, your lips stretch around him and he hits the back of your throat without being half way in

“Come on” he leaned forward to push you down by the neck, it hurt so bad, you couldn’t breath or see or feel anything other then the pain in your throat

He moves from your neck to your hair and starts moving you up and down on him

You try to pull away but he’s to strong, all you can do is try to breath and desperately scratch and grab at his thighs

He pulls you up suddenly “ok I wanna be in you now”

He yanks you up while your still catching your breath only to get up and push you back onto the hard floor

He gets on top of your and pushes up your skirt around your hips so he can touch your properly

You didn’t wanna be turned in by him but your body couldn’t lie, his fingers went in your partially wet pussy and he started moving then in and out, scissoring slightly

With the size of him compared to the size of you no amount of prep would help you to feel no pain

Even if it was humiliating you do appreciate the prep he is giving you, he often skips it

“Shit babe, look at you, say you don’t want it all you want you fuckin love this”

Shaking your head you start to tear up “tears won’t help you” he lines himself up and you grab his bicep to brace yourself

You wanna scream so load, scream and cry and lose your mind when he pushes in, it hurts, it hurts bad

This man chosen to hurt you in the most intimate way possible just because he thinks your his, and hell you might as well be

He’s practically ripping you open already when he starts to move

Jesus your definitely bleeding, he’s gonna act all sweet tomorrow like he didn’t rape you until you bled

He’s gonna give you water and snacks like he’s the reason you can’t get it all yourself

“Fuuuuuck, I’m cumin baby” you can feel him fill you up with cum, it’s warm and there’s lots of it

He pushes in was leaked out before pulling out for good

Tomorrow things will be better, you’ll be ok tomorrow

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and you can ride me”

You just had to wait for tomorrow

[nopainnowhump]

Cracks in the Glass Pt.6

(TW): forced hygiene care, non-consensual touch in a medical context, sedative use, physical restraint, crying, emotional distress.

Thomas stepped out of the cell block, the heavy door sealing shut behind him with a quiet hiss. He paused, running a hand down his face, before heading toward the nurses’ station. The past few days had been... manageable. She was taking her pills without a fight now, eating her meals as long as there was something in it for her—a reward system that worked well enough for now.

But something nagged at him. He hadn’t noticed it at first, too focused on stopping the screaming and glass-banging, but today it was glaringly obvious.

“She hasn’t showered,” he said as he reached the station, setting his laptop down on the counter.

Anna glanced up from her clipboard, her usual warm smile slipping into a look of mild concern. “Since she got here?”

“Not once,” Thomas replied, leaning against the counter. “Her clothes are filthy, her hair’s a mess, and she just looks... rough. I know that incision sites almost healed, but I’m worried it’s gonna get infected with the way she’s acting”

Anna sighed, setting her clipboard aside. “We’ve been giving her space to adjust. I guess we all assumed she’d take care of it when she was ready.”

“She hasn’t,” Thomas said firmly. “And I don’t think she will, not unless we step in.”

Anna nodded, grabbing a fresh set of clothes and towels from the nearby shelf. “Alright. Do you want me to talk to her about it? Maybe she’d respond better to me.”

Thomas shook his head. “No. She tolerates me—barely—but that’s more than she gives anyone else. I’ll tell her. If she’s willing to cooperate, great. If not…” He trailed off, glancing at the towels in Anna’s hands.

“If not, you’ll need help,” Anna finished softly.

Thomas approached her cell again, this time with a stack of clean clothes and towels in hand. He’d left only minutes ago, but this was something he couldn’t put off any longer.

Through the glass, he saw her sitting cross-legged on the bed, her chin propped in her hand. She looked bored, her other hand idly tracing invisible shapes on the blanket.

He knocked lightly on the glass, and her head snapped up, her expression shifting instantly to irritation. She stared at him, her brows pulling together as her eyes flicked down to the bundle in his hand.

“Back so soon?” her glare seemed to say, though she didn’t speak or move from her spot.

Thomas held her gaze, unfazed by the unspoken challenge. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

Her eyes narrowed, flicking toward the towels and clothes before locking back on him. Suspicion was written all over her face.

“It’s been a few days now,” Thomas continued, choosing his words carefully, “and there’s something that needs to be addressed.”

She tilted her head slightly, her attention piqued despite herself.

“You're gonna have to take a shower”

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The shower room is cold, the chill of the air hitting me as soon as they shove me inside. My feet slip on the wet tile, and I stumble forward, catching myself with a hand against the freezing floor.

“Watch your step,” Kyle’s voice cuts through the room, smooth and mocking. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself before the fun even starts.”

They rip my clothes away, and the cold rushes over me like a second assault. I thrash weakly, but the guards only laugh under their breath, shoving me toward the center of the room.

The water hits me before I can prepare—a powerful blast of icy cold that steals the air from my lungs. I gasp, choking as it sprays directly into my face. The freezing pressure stings against my skin, pounding into me without mercy.

“Oh, come on,” Kyle drawls from the corner, his arms crossed as he watches. “You’re not going to cry about a little water, are you? I thought you were tougher than that.”

I try to turn away, but the water follows me, soaking every inch of my trembling body. My wounds sting as the icy spray tears into them, reopening scabs and sending fresh rivulets of blood down my arms and legs.

The tiles beneath me are slick, and I fall hard onto my knees. My hands slap against the floor, but the water doesn’t let up. It hammers down on my back, driving me further into the freezing puddles gathering around me.

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” Kyle says, his voice light but sharp enough to cut. “Cooperate, and maybe we’ll even let you dry off when this is over.”

I cough violently as the water hits my face again, forcing its way into my nose and mouth. I gag, doubling over as I try to catch my breath, but the spray keeps coming, relentless. My whole body shakes, my teeth chattering uncontrollably.

The water cuts off abruptly, leaving me trembling on the slick floor. My skin burns from the cold, my wounds throbbing, but the silence is worse. It leaves space for his voice to fill the room completely.

Kyle crouches down just out of my reach, his expression calm but laced with venom. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

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 My screams tear through the present, raw and guttural as I slam my fists into the glass. The sting radiates up my arms, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

Through the blur of my tears, I see him standing there—calm, steady, infuriatingly unmoving.

“Listen,” Thomas says, his voice low and firm, cutting through the chaos. “You can do this on your own, or we’ll help you. But one way or another, it’s happening.”

The words twist in my head, feeding the fire in my chest. I scream again, slamming my fists harder, until my whole body shakes with the effort.

The door hisses open, and I whirl around, my back hitting the wall as I brace myself. My breath comes in sharp, jagged bursts, my tears hot against my skin.

Thomas steps into the cell, his hands raised slightly. His tone is steady but not harsh. “You’re overwhelmed. I get that. But this doesn’t have to go like this. You can let us help you, or—”

I lunge at him, cutting him off with another scream as I swing wildly.

He catches my arms easily, his grip firm but controlled. “Hey,” he says, holding me steady as I thrash and kick. “I know you don’t want this, but you need to calm down. This isn’t about hurting you.”

I twist harder, but he doesn’t let go. My screams turn into sobs, raw and broken, as Anna steps into the room behind him. The sight of the needle in her hand sends a fresh wave of panic surging through me.

I kick out again, harder this time, but Thomas shifts his stance, keeping me in place. His voice drops, softer now but unrelenting. “This is to help you settle. You're gonna be ok. Just breathe.”

Anna moves quickly, murmuring something I can’t hear over the pounding in my head. I feel the sharp sting of the needle in my arm and cry out, tears spilling faster as the cold burn spreads.

My movements slow, my body betraying me as the sedative pulls at my limbs. My kicks weaken, my thrashing turning into trembling.

Thomas lowers me gently to the floor, keeping his grip steady as I collapse against the cold tile. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, ok? I want you to calm down for a minute,” he says, his voice steady.

They leave quietly, the door hissing shut behind them.

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The door hisses open again, and I jerk awake, my heart thudding weakly in my chest. Thomas and Anna enter, their footsteps soft but deliberate.

The sound of running water fills the air, and my breath quickens. I let out a soft, broken whimper, my head lolling against the wall as tears stream down my face.

Thomas crouches in front of me, his voice low but steady. “Hey,” he says gently, meeting my bleary eyes. “We’re going to help you get cleaned up, alright? I know you don’t want this, but it has to happen. I’ll be here the whole time. You’re gonna be ok.”

I let out a weak, trembling sob, too tired to pull away as he slides his arms under me. “No…” I cry softly, the sound more like a plea than a protest.

“I know,” he says, lifting me carefully. My head droops against his chest, and I shiver as the cool air of the bathroom hits my skin.

The sound of the water running makes my stomach twist, and I let out another soft whimper. Anna is waiting, kneeling beside the tub with clean towels and supplies.

Thomas sets me down gently on a small stool, his hands steady as Anna begins to remove my clothes. “You’re alright,” he murmurs, his voice calm but firm. “I know this is hard, but it’ll be over soon.”

I sob quietly, trembling as Anna works quickly, her touch careful but methodical.

They lower me into the tub, and I tense, bracing for the icey water to hit me. Instead, the warmth of the water wraps around me. It’s not comforting, not really, but it’s better than I expected.

Still, I can’t stop crying. My body shakes with each quiet sob, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

Anna starts to clean me with a washcloth, her hands gentle but thorough. I flinch with every touch, my hands twitching to push her away, but Thomas is there, his grip firm on my wrists.

“You’re doing good,” he says softly, holding me steady. “Just a little longer.”

Anna’s hand moves carefully, the warm washcloth gliding over my skin. When it reaches the raised scars on my back, her touch slows, the cloth passing over them with deliberate gentleness, as though trying to avoid reopening wounds that had long since closed.

I let out a weak cry, my head shaking as tears drip into the water. Anna’s voice is soft, soothing. “It’s okay,” she says, her words barely registering through the haze. “You’re alright. Just let me finish, and it’ll be done.”

When she moves to my hair, I snap. My hands shoot up, grabbing at her arm.

“Whoa,” Thomas says sharply, pulling my hands back firmly but not harshly. “She’s just washing your hair. That’s it. Let her finish.”

Anna doesn’t flinch, her touch remaining steady as she strokes my head gently. “You’re alright,” she murmurs, her tone soft and patient. “I’m almost done.”

The motion is soothing despite myself, her fingers working through the tangles with a care I hadn’t expected. My sobs taper off into soft hiccups, and I nod off for a moment, the exhaustion pulling at me.

I jerk awake as Thomas lifts me out of the water, the cool air hitting my skin and making me shiver. He wraps me in a towel, holding me securely as Anna dries me off, her hands quick but careful.

They guide me to sit on the edge of the tub, my body swaying weakly. Anna brushes my hair, but the sensation grates on my frayed nerves. “Mmm,” I whimper, twisting away.

“It’s okay,” Thomas says. Once shes done she places the brush down. “I’ll take it from here.”

Anna leaves to change the sheets while Thomas kneels in front of me with a toothbrush. I lock my mouth shut. “Do you want to try, or should I do it for you?” he asks gently.

I let out a small whimper, then reach for the toothbrush weakly. My hands fumble with it as I half-heartedly brush, but my head droops mid-motion.

Thomas sighs softly, taking it from my hand. He brushes my teeth quickly but carefully, his movements efficient but gentle.

When Anna returns, they dress me in soft, warm clothes and thick socks. My body feels too heavy to move, tears slipping silently down my cheeks as they tuck me into bed. Anna lays a heated blanket over me, the warmth sinking into my trembling form.

Thomas crouches beside the bed, his voice quieter now, almost apologetic. “I know this was hard,” he says, his tone steady. “I’m sorry it had to be this way. But you’re clean, warm, and done for now. Just rest.”

He lingers for a moment before standing, and they both leave, the door clicking softly behind them.

I close my eyes, the exhaustion pressing down like a weight I can’t escape. The warmth of the blanket helps, but the tears still come, quiet and unending.

Pt.7

[ahhnini]

imagine rafe fucking spider!reader in their suit

warnings - mdni 18+, oral & fingering (f!receiving), piv, degradation, one of the first times i’m writing smut, please be patient with me!

a/n - please lmk if i’m missing any warnings!! requests are open!!

“can you do a spin for me?” his raspy voice sending chills down your spine. you nod, shyly twirling around in your spider suit. you’ve recently been making aesthetic changes to it, and of course your boyfriend would want to be the first person to see. “c’mere,” he pulls you over his lap, letting out a groan as you straddle him. he holds your sides, pinching the tight material and letting it go with a snap.

rafe chuckles lowly as he pins you on the bed, putting his lips on yours. his big, warm hands move down, and you feel his fingers tease your core through you suit. fingers run up and down, up and down, you feel wetness pool and you whine.

“so fucking needy, huh?”

you should have expected he wouldn’t be patient. you hear a rip, eyes widening as your cunt is exposed for him. your jaw drops open when you feel rafe insert two fingers in your hole, and his mouth make out with your clit. your back arches and you grab onto his hair, feeling electrify surge throughout your body.

his pace is relentless, fingers curling up against that spot just right, on top of his tongue swirling around your most sensitive area. you weren’t gonna last long, and he could tell. just as you were about to reach your climax, he pulled away, licking his fingers of your arousal.

he doesn’t leave you hot and heavy for long, he quickly strips down bare, running his cock along your pussy. you whine as you feel his tip smack repeatedly on your clit, the noises it made turning you on even more.

“stop teasing, please!” you cry out, one of your hands reaching down to put rafe in. he tuts, holding your hands above your head.

“shouldn’t have said that, baby”

“oh, fuck!” you scream into the pillow as he thrusted into you from behind. “shh,” he moves your hair out of your face, “you can take it baby. c’mon. nothing we haven’t done before”

your muffled moans fill the room, you feel hot all over. sweat clinging to the material of the suit. his hands run all over your backside, “you’re such a slut for me, letting me fuck you in your own suit, I bet you like this—fuck, yeah, clench around my dick like that baby,” he groans, his voice raspy.

you stutter, your mouth betraying you, “g-gonna cum!”

“hm? what was that, baby? speak up” he pounded harder into you, your body leeching forward. “g-gonna cum, rafe,” you breathlessly reply.

“yeah?” you nod your head.

“then cum for me,” your legs shake as you reach your orgasm, milking his cock. he lets out one last groan before you feel him pull out, his warm cum getting all over your new uniform.