#im fucking balls to the walls sick

[savage-rhi]

Sometimes you gotta wreck yourself before you check yourself

[tojigasm]

Jacob Elordi with a cock ring...

[spaciebabie]

good morning im still fucking deranged. sorry. feel free to ignore this if its too much

im thinking about springtrap being so blissed out he becomes really giggly and shameless, just agreeing with anything you say and asking for more and pleading with you every time you stop for a second, either to give your hands a break or just to tease him. and this is so far from how he normally tries to present himself that it's both kind of amusing and endearing, and EXTREMELY satisfying to bring him to that point, to think that YOU are doing that to him, YOU are reducing the big scary monster to a melty giggling puddle. rgrhhagrhgashDGGERRHFHDGRRRRGRGRRRRRRRRRR IM GOING TO START BARKING

do not even get me started on the springlocks. it's about the closeness. the intimacy. the psychological aspect of getting pleasure out of the thing that killed you. it's about the DANGER, yanking your hands away before they snap closed and savoring his reaction. it's about the sensation being so much and hurting a little bit but feeling so good. it's about letting someone do that to you. it's about trusting them with that. i have this specific scrap of dialogue that is running CIRCLES in my head rn of him saying "it hurts..." in this dazed tone and replying with "do you want me to stop?" and he goes "...no" and then i rock his fucking world. DO YOU SEE MY VISION

wow who said all that aha must have been a gnome

you and me bro......we shaking hands cuz holy SHIT YOU GET IT YOU FUCKING GET IT. BIUG SCARY MONSTER DUDE REDUCED TA JUST A WRITHING GIGGLY PILE OF PLEASURE OH MY GODDD YOU GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND

[merakidoll]

i love rockstars, especially if their name is eren yeager

mirah note : the amount of times i’ve posted this and have not been in the tags is sick. if im not this time oh well, anyways i missed daddy as always, enjoy 🎀

eren enjoyed the feeling performing brought him. the crowd cheers, and the many beautiful women crying at just the mere sight of him. but what made him really feel alive was knowing you were watching. he could feel your hard gaze on his back, you taking in his low waisted jeans, and cropped muscle shirt. while he basked in it all; he threw his head back feeling the wind from the set blow against him. tuning out everything but the chants of his name.

“Eren”

“Eren”

“ERENNN”

your moaned, your nails digging into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck taking his long length that wasn’t giving you a break. you had to take everything, while keeping your eyes open because if you didn’t, it would all be taken away. “focus pretty, daddy doesn’t wanna stop,” eren was in his own high. the stage making him so hyper that the only way it would be fixed was by ruining your pussy. his brown hair was in a messy ponytail, emerald eyes staring into your soul daring you to close your own.

you could barley keep them open; the feeling of your orgasms right there making you lose focus. it was one second. it was only one small blink, just to stop the burning and let yourself go! but eren didn’t like that.

his cock stopped fucking your walls, the room silent, up until you began to cry. the feeling subsiding slowly, and the ache coming back ten times worst. eren kept quiet observing you. letting you get your tantrums out, with your small jumps as you tried to make to bring back the pleasure. and once you’ve accepted your fate pushing your face into his neck.

he started back- harder. “didn’t daddy say don’t. close. your. fuckin. eyes?” with each words he found himself going deeper into you. your teeth clamping down onto the ripped shirt that hung on his shoulder, crying. pussy hurting from his pounds, in the best way. he held you closer just when his balls grew too heavy. your pussy clenching down onto him, and his seamen shooting into you as your cream made a mess over him. rockstar eren was just the best

[grugruel]

His Little Killer

Pairings: Cooper howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: in reluctant companionship with a ghoul, which turns out to be exactly as dreadful as you'd thought. You find yourself in a shoot-out where–post battle–one of your usual fights end way more pleasurable than usual.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: (violence, blood, death, in typical fallout manners), enemies to lovers, choking, pinv sex, rough sex, fingering, creampie, pet names (darlin', honey, killer, sweetheart), praise, a pinch of degradation.

AN: not yet proofread! Hope yall enjoy! (Yes, I'm unwell.'

Wood shattering, explosions booming–and charging footsteps heading straight for me. 'At my right!' I shout, gesturing in the direction of the steps. My voice barely registering above the racket of the fight.

Nonetheless, he heard me, I knew he did. Because bullets suddenly whizz past my makeshift cover in every direction except to my right.

The ammunition creating sick squelching noises as they collide with their targets, bloodsplatter spraying the walls a horrifying deep red. Meanwhile, in my corner. The heavy footsteps were left wide open to plough through the old wooden barrels I was hiding behind, 'Holy shii-' I squeak as im tackled to the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of my lungs. I try to cough, try to make my lungs open up as the man grabs hold of me. I hit my chest hard, desperately hoping it would do something–

He grabs my boots, pulling me toward him and finally- I get a breath of air. 'Stupid, fucking asshole.' I mutter through clenched teeth as I lunge and wrestle my attacker, our quarreling bodies kicking up a cloud of dust to swirl around us.

The man was big and foul-smelling, maybe it would've been better refered to as an it, considering the animalistic growls, snapping teeth, and fraying lips that bit and lunged at my face. He attempted to pin my arms to the ground while aiming its teeth at my jugular, but I was quicker. My knee smashing into his balls before he had a single thought of defending himself. He cried out in pain and I took my chance to roll him over, pinning him down with my weight instead, and I began throwing a wave of punches to his face, over and over again. 'I said MY right!' I shouted over my shoulder, weeks of fury and frustration bubbling up inside me as it fueled me into beating the ugly mut unrecognizable–when a second force slammed into my back, knocking me onto the ground once again. Another man, now climbing on top of me, his dirty fingers slithering around my throat and-

Another splatter, this time it's his blood–the second man's, and its sprayed all over me.

'Finally. . .' I exhale heavily, thudding back against the floor, splaying out with relief.

'Were really polishin' up on our teamwork.' A gruff voice announced, words coming out slow and steady with that self-satisfied tone which never failed to get on my nerves.

I heaved myself up on my forearms, angling my body so what remained of the man slumped off of me, and the source of the voice appeared like a specter from the dead man's shadow. 'You're a real pretty sight when ridin' a man like that.' He said, nodding to the guy with a bashed face.

I rolled my eyes, unbelievable. 'You mean while beating the shit out of him?' I ask, my voice pitching higher as I couldnt quite fathom the nerve of that man, despite forcing myself to get used to it over the past few weeks.

He hummed. 'Mhm, really got me goin' for a sec.'

My face scrunched up in disgust. 'Fucking cowboys.' I spat, renouncing the idea loudly. But, quietly, inside my mind, the thought had my core purring unwillingly.

'I shot right, just like you asked.' He shrugged, stalking closer, the drawl in his voice washing through the barren and now battered bar.

'The hell you did!' I hissed. He stopped at my feet, looming over me with his tall frame, frayed coat swaying around his chins, and that stupid cowboy hat covering half his face just like always. We'd been forced travelling companions for a while now, and I could say a lot of nasty things about him, but it was hard to deny- he was a real fucking apocalypse cowboy. Pretty cool if you cut his personality out of the picture.

'I said my right, what the fuck else do you think I ment with "my"?' I kick the lifeless body with my boot, emphasising my point.

'Well. . .' He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. '. . .my, right.' He smirked.

I shook my head, shooting him daggers. 'Not even you are moronic enough to get that wrong, ghoul.'

'Well, you're right.' He admitted, shocking me for a second. But then, the problem I've always had with him, inescapable and always the same–he never shut his damn mouth. 'You need to work om your phrasin', honey.'

I shut my eyes, screwing them together so tight I began wishing I could disintegrate from annoyance and seep through the cracks between the weathered floorboards like a corn of sand. But no, I was stuck with him, and had to lay there listening to his idiocy. 'How–?' I sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh. '–is it possible for a man to be so full of himself, yet- never talk about himself?'

'Tricks of the trade, sweetheart.' He winked, clicking his tongue while those forsaken eyes roamed my body like a predator sizing up it's prey, and extended a hand toward me as if it were no big deal.

Exhausted as I was, accepting his help seemed sorely tempting to my tired body. After a moments hesitation, I decided–once, wouldn't harm my morals. So, I grabbed his hand with reluctance and let him pull me to my feet. 'I could've died, I hope you realise.'

'Yes. . . But you didn't.' His lips pulling into a grin. 'I wouldn't let that happen'.'

'You're a real bastard, y'know that?' the words left my lips with an unintentional drawl, damn that man.

The ghoul cocked an inexistent eyebrow. 'If I didnt know any better, I'd say im rubbin' of on you, honey.'

Another scoff from me. 'The only thing you're rubbing–is me the wrong way.' I spat, this time making a point of speaking as plainly as possible.

His eyes lit up suspiciously, filling with mischief as his widening smile creased them. 'Well, tell me how you like it then and I'll do it the right way.' He smirked, his voice gravely as it scraped along my spine with a shiver. He always did this, He'd call me nicknames, flirt with me. All cause he knew I hated it. But now he's just bordering on harassment. It did however, not, stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, or for a blush to seep through my skin. He'd staggered me, I truly didn't know how to react. What happened next was purely instinctively driven–

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek, a crisp slap sounding out through the room. I even confused myself for a moment, almost as I was the one who'd been hit. But I would've been furious, how he reacted, well. . .

'There you are. . .' He purred, his tone lethal. '. . .my little killer.' A grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

He was pure poison, somehow both hot and cold as he ran through my veins. 'I ain't yours.' He wss the only person- ghoul, who could get on every nerve I possessed, lighting it ablaze with frustration.

'No. . .? You ain't?' He chuckled, 'You're sure startin' to sound like it, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me, the way you blush when I call you pretty little names.' He nodded toward my eyes, his hat tipping with the movement as he took another step, gaining on the precious distance between us. I feared he was right, too, my cheeks burned in a way I'd never noticed before. Had I always reacted like this? Before I knew it–I'd flung my palm for his face a once again-

Only this time, he caught my wrist. 'Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that, killer.' He let go off me, forcefully shoving my arm back to my side with a scoff.

But now, I'm the one stepping closer, pushing him away by the chest simultaneously. 'I hate you.' I spit, taking another step and push again, but this time he doesn't budge, and I was left standing mere inches away from him, my hands pressed firmly against his chest as my own heaved with frustrated breaths, strands of hair hanging over my face from the ordeal.

'Good. . .' He whispered, brushing wild strands of hair from my face. '. . .Now, show me how much you hate me.'

I could've slapped him again, pushed him again, done anything else than what I actually did. But my body acted on instinct, again-

I crashed into him, my hands grabbing his face as our lips met in a battle for control. He released a breathy moan, his trigger ready hands finding my waist impossibly quick to pull me flush against him, our bodies clashing together in a thud. He hummed. 'That's right, killer. Show me.' He whispered in the air-swallowing gasps between our kisses.

I put pressure behind my hands, walking him backward while my fingers found the buttons of his vest. Undoing them along with the shirt, then slid his coat and vest down his shoulders in one go, right before his back collided with the bar top. My hands found themselves making their beneath his shirt, feeling the dents of his scarred chest as I sucked his lip between my teeth, and bit down. A sharp hiss escaped him, quickly being replaced by a wide grin. 'Naughty girl.' He breathed.

Smiling, I pushed myself off of him. 'You bring it out of me.' I panted, pulling my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned back against the bar, bracing himself on his elbows as his eyes roamed over my bare chest and flushed face. 'Those are the prettiest fuckin' tit's I've ever seen. . .' He spoke in a low voice, too filled with lust to allow him anything else. 'Now, would you mind.' His hand gestured below my waist, his index finger sliding through the air as he traced the buttons of my pants from a distance.

And an idea struck me, suddenly feeling like I wanted to indulge myself in a little torture. Turning around, I did as he told me and began unbuttoning them, slowly. Terribly, terribly slowly. Sliding them over my hips and down my thighs, bucking my knees and bending over slightly as I pulled my panties down along with them. Just as I stepped out if them and looked over my shoulder to give him a coy little look, perhaps revel in the feeling of his pained expression–I was in for a surprise.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I came fave to face with him, but he wasn't just standing there- no. He collided with my back, his arms already wrapped around ny front to catch me. His shirt bow nowhere to be seen. 'Enough.' He growled, one strong arm wrapping around my breasts as the other wrapped around my waist. He raised me off the floor, held tightly against his chest. I squeeked, giggling as I pulled my legs up. Completley overcome with the anticipation of what was about to befall me–then I all of a sudden found myself pushed over the bar top, chest against the smooth luke warm surface. The quality off it telling me it hadn't been bought when fitted into this weathered building.

Then, the clanging of metal, leather groaning, friction, and his belt hit the floor. Gruff hands ran over the swell of my ass and down the arch of my back, taking his time to feel all of me. 'Been thinkin' 'bout this, how you'd feel falling apart beneath me, on top of me–' he leaned over me, hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me flush against him only to whisper in my ear. '–around me. . .' He breathed, dragging the words out. '. . . All wet 'n messy with my cum fillin' you up.'

A moan left my lips. 'Show me.' Was all I could get out, a silent pleading to make all those thoughts a reality–and so he did.

Before I knew it, a hand had disappeared to line himself up with my entrance, pushing inside me without as much as a warning.

'Fuck!' I cried out, my voice breaking as my breath left me. It felt never ending, he was huge. But oh, he felt so good.

He groaned, finally stopping as he'd sunken all the way into my core. 'So wet for me already.' His hand slid over my back and shoulder, molding itself to my throat as the other grabbed my hip. Already flush with my back, he inclined his head, leaving trail of kisses along my spine and neck.

'Fuck me, please Coop-' it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and I realised it the second it left my lips.

His lips curled against my skin, a smile-

He thrusted into me, again and again. My back arching into an angled I had no idea it was capable of, helping him hit my core at every rut of his hips–not that he needed it. The 200+ years of experience really showed, and they were definitely felt.

The bar was dead silent, no noise except for our joint breaths of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin. It was lewd and brutal, and It made me absolutely delerious. His low, pained grunting in my ear did nothing to ease the matter. He'd created an aching so strong within me I wasn't sure It'd ever be able to be tamed.

'Harder, harder, please.' I stuttered, the words barely coming out between my heavy pants. Fuck, he made me feral. Without even trying, that's just what he was capable of. It annoyed me, he managed to annoy me while fucking me senseless. Oh, how I wish I could hate him, but there was no going back now.

Coop left little love bites all along my shoulder, and up the side of my throat, nipping and kissing in equal meassure as his breathing warmed my skin deliciously. Doing it all with such precision I couldnt understand, his thrust were rocking my emtire body, his chest rubbing againdt my back, yet he could be so delicate. I side ive never seen before. 'Little killer ain't so tough no more, is she?' He whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear before biting the lobe, tugging in it gently.

'. . . Mmh- 'm not, I'm not.' I got out. I was whatever he said I was while he delivered this type of pleasure on a silver platter. I didn't care, my morals had been thrown out the window the second his lips touched mine.

'Well, look at that. Admittin' defeat already?' I could feel his stupid grin again, his pace slowing- still ruthless, but it did enough for that feeling of building pressure to wain inside me.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes hard as I tried to focus on his member moving inside me, desperate not to lose that red string that'd lead me to climax.

'Words, sweetheart. Use em'. .'

'Dont fucking care.' I cried. 'J- just- Fuck. Me. Harder.' I ground out, my teeth clenching real hard from a mix of desperation and frustration for the pressure to start rebuilding.

'That'll do.' He groaned, squeezing my throat. All the while his other hand slid down to my cunt, starting condensed circling around my clit. And just like that, he'd made me into a whimpering mess for him to steady, falling apart beneath him just like he'd thought. Then he simply took up right where he left off, without missing a beat he thrusted so ferociously I was sure I'd be bruising on every single part of my body from the vibrations that rumbled through my muscles alone.

The darkness of my lips were specking with white, a wall of pressure building brick by brick in my abdomen. 'Close, so fucking close.' I whimpered.

'Good- Good job sweetheart. Doin' so good for me.' He burried his face in my hair, nuzzling his nose into its scent, inhaling it as he too approached climax. And there it was, that sudden softness. It was almost unsteadying my senses more than his touch, more than his thrusts, but only almost. 'You sound so sweet for me, honey. Let me hear ya'. . .' He moaned, exhaling warmth against the nape of my neck.

I obliged, of course I did. 'Feels so good, Coop- so close. . .' I panted, tears burning my eyes as they began rolling down my cheeks.

He slid his hand upward, keeping it between me jaw and throat, still choking me as he angled my face over my shoulder, enabling him to kiss me properly. And I've never been more thankful because I was about to cry myself dry as the wall broke. Pleasure flooding through my body in tidal waves, my knees bucking beneath me. 'Good girl.' He praised, voice muffled against my lips. Fingers stopping to instead cup my aching cunt. 'My good fuckin' girl, my little killer.' He moaned softly, my lips vibrating from the roughness in his voice as he caught me, delivering a final few ruts of his hips before he too came. Doing just as he promised, filling me up with his cum.

He loosed his grip around my throat and slit, letting me depend on the counter for support while he held me. 'Still hate me?'

'Yes.' I didn't, but it'd be a long time before I admitted that to him.

'Good.' And then there was silence, our lungs catching up with our breaths. 'Still wanna see those pretty hips ride me.' He murmured as he hugged me from behind, his hand sliding lower, pinching my hipbone.

'Ow! Asshole.' I yelped, and he kissed my shoulder to make up for it. But the thought was alluring nonetheless. I wriggled in his embrace, looking around at the destruction we'd caused, at the- dead bodies. And a pang of guilt hit me. 'Fine, but not here.' I agreed, actually wanting nothing more than to get out of there and sit in his lap, maybe ride his thighs too.

We redress, and share a kiss before leaving. 'Can't wait to taste that cunt of yours, killer.' He murmured suddenly. Leaving me staggered once again.

Ugh, I'm done for.

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER - day 26 gagging : denki kaminari 

warnings : afab reader, panty gagging, oral (reader receiving), dorm sex, electrification kink, denki has his tongue pierced, denki is a boob man (canon), reader and denki are in their 3rd yr (everyone is 18+)

word count :  570

🐙 note : god i can’t do this anymore kinktober is kicking my ass im sorry i love yall

🦊 note : another collab… god help us please i hate writing we’re all taking a week long hiatus when kinktober is over before we make a comeback // also i came up w the idea for denki w a tongue piercing lol (mine is pierced irl)

it wasn’t uncommon for you and denki to make out—it was an almost an everyday occurrence, really. but what you weren’t expecting this time was for it to lead to you being eaten out in his ugly ass dorm room. 

“shhh, don’t wanna be too loud, right? don’t want anyone to hear us, yeah?”

yet despite his valiant efforts, you somehow couldn’t keep your noises down—forcing denki to resort to other measures. pulling away from you entirely, he reaches over the side of the bed to grab your discarded panties from the floor and ball them up before telling you to open your mouth; you look at him in confusion but trust him enough to follow his instructions anyway. he then shoves the garment into your mouth making you let out a muffled what the fuck dude at him.

he just sits there and grins at you stupidly before going back to peppering your neck and shoulders in kisses, sucking and nipping at the skin there, sending a mild electrical current through his tongue as he licks at the tender flesh of your neck. he’s mindlessly groping you all over, his hands unable to find a spot to stay on for too long; from your tits, to your hips and thighs, he just loves all of you and is naturally handsy. 

soon enough, he begins to shift and trail kisses down to your collarbones, then your chest and tits, taking his sweet, sweet time to suck on each of your nipples, hoping that if he sucked hard enough, maybe you might lactate…. but maybe he was sick in the head for that, but… it wasn’t his fault! your boobs were just so perky and perfect! god….

it doesn’t take long for him to kiss his way down to your stomach, licking his way around your abdomen with a tight grip on your hips, tongue leaving a tingling sensation in its wake, his smooth metal tongue piercing causing chills down your spine. eventually, he gets to your aching pussy and leaves light kisses around your sensitive areas.

“quit teasing!” you try to command but the words come out distorted and muffled causing you to groan at the inconvenience of it all

“be patient babe, i’m getting there.”

finally after what feels like ages of teasing, denki is at long last sucking on your clit. the feeling making you moan and whimper loudly. thankfully, the gag is holding back your sounds so that your next door neighbors can’t hear you.

he carefully edges around your slit before easily slipping in a finger, not taking long to add another to your already tight hole. you can’t help the way you moan in ecstasy at the feeling, making kaminari smirk against your squirming body. he loves that he can make you feel this way, especially without using his dick, it’s no secret that he’s almost cum from this alone. (yes, he is a man who can get off from eating pussy, go argue with the wall.)

you keep twitching around his fingers, signaling that you’re close and that you can’t take much more. understanding this, denki sucks on your clit harder and curls his fingers against your g-spot, which you squirm even more at and squeeze your eyes shut as you cum all over your beloved boyfriend’s fingers.

“i kinda like you like that.” he says beaming at you

you glare at him, “take this shit outta my mouth.”

[fanaticsnail]

Don't you dare move, Captain

Hey Doc Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,900+

Synopsis: You dismiss your captain from duty to behave as your personal assistant as a form of punishment. While working, you finally notice something on the tip of his nose that you need to help him with

Themes: Platonic!Kid x gn!reader, softness, little bit of flirting, swearing, medical practice, patient x doctor, pimple popping, skin care, platonic kisses, reader is referred to as "Doc" - the doctor of the Kid Pirates

Notes: Something little to get me out of the writings block slump. These pirates need a good skincare regime for the amount of war-paint they wear.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Hey Doc, this one of the good ones?” the gruff voice of your captain called over to you without moving his head. Glancing over your shoulder, you witness his raised hand hovering over his shoulder. 

Looking at the white and cream cloth material, you notice the fray of the woven bandage was not as intense as the others and softly sigh. 

“You know, Cap,” you mumble beneath your breath, turning back to face your desk and sorting through your surgical equipment, “If I have to baby you each time you pick up a bandage and tell you whether it’s good to use, or we should chuck it, I’m gonna fly into a fucking rage.” Your captain Eustass Kid cackled at you, placing it into the discard pile and picking up another. 

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point, you know?” he muttered beneath his breath, furrowing his brows and concentrating on sifting through the supplies. “This is fucking boring, and I should be doing other shit. Remind me why I’m doing this again?” 

Pushing back your rotating desk chair, you swooshed through your office space and slammed the back of the chair against the wall in front of your captain, while remaining seated on the plush surface. Glaring down into his bowed head, he avoided your gaze with a soft grimace on his features to hide his sheepishness.

“Because I caught you with a needle in your hand, ball bearings flying through the air, and hovering dangerously close to Heat’s belly button as if to pierce it. We’ve spoken about it, you said you’d stop, and you fucking didn’t,” you chastise him, prompting him to further recoil from your fury. “So I dismissed you from your duties as captain, as is my prerogative as doctor on board, and you are to remain with me until I decide you’ve learnt your lesson.” 

He grumbled beneath his breath, mimicking your voice in a mocking tone back at you, and bobbing his head from side to side. Red flashed over your features, prompting you to reach down and harshly collect his chin beneath your grip and raise his face to meet with yours. Kid looked up at you in surprise at your intensity while expecting to be met with a violent glint in your eye, and lips curled into a snarl. 

In lieu of finding such an expression, he found your gaze unexpectedly perplexing. Eyes wide and partially glazed over, you held your gaze intensely against the pointed tip of his nose as a sick, sadistic grin spread across your lips. 

While still holding his chin in your grip, you blindly reached down and sought out a pair of latex rubber gloves, a gauze pack, a padded plaster, and a pair of tweezers from your left breast pocket. He darted his eyes between yours, shocked as you slid off your chair and straddled his lap, pushing him down onto his back and sitting comfortably on his stomach.

“Don’t you dare move, Captain,” you warned him, your voice low and intense. He gulped, sweat beginning to pool at his temple as he continued to study your face. Your eyes bore into his nose, the sickening snap of your gloves meeting your wrist causing his mind to flood with every possibility. 

“What are you-?” he began, halting as you bully his chest to lie flat down on his back with your elbow and forearm. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” you growl down into him, pushing all your weight against his chest and pinning him beneath your thighs. Your hands draw up to splay over his cheeks as your thumbs anchor against his nose. “It’s ready.” 

“Oi, what’s ready? What’s ready?” he frantically panted, attempting to scramble back with his right arm pawing at his side. Raising your left leg, you stamped down on his right wrist and pinned him in place. 

“I told you all at the last place to use the goat-milk oat soap to wash your face with, especially after donning the paints and tints you all wear,” you whispered through your teeth, grinning down at him, “Or your pores get compacted and clogged, resulting in that fuckin' thing.” You pointed with your chin towards his nose, prompting him to cross his eyes in search of the object. 

Sure enough, the large compacted head of a blocked pore was swollen in a vibrant red surrounding the dark tip. The throbbing of pus beneath the surface of the welt pulsated and filled his face with a hot, achy swell. 

Kid gulped, looking from the tip of his nose up to meet with your dangerous gaze. Glaring at him, you deepened your lunge and bore yourself down on him with a deep scowl to scold him with. He couldn't move, feeling pinned and helpless against your body as you place your palms on either side of his cheeks. 

“I'm gonna pop it,” you whisper menacingly down at him, “And then I'm gonna wash your damn face.” Your captain did nothing to move, frozen in his place as you placed your glove-donned thumbs on either side of his nose. 

“Wire is the only one who listens to me about skincare,” you whispered, testing out the taut skin with a soft press of your thumbs, “And look at him. Man’s in his forties, and he's gorgeous.” Kid frowned at your comment and winced at your pinch. 

“Got a thing for the big, stoic guy, huh?” he growled out as you pressed harder against his nose, “Oi, this fuckin’ hurts. Let up a bit, would ya?” You glare at him and push your thumbs closer together as the dark tip to the welt begins to protrude from the red mound. 

“I don't have a thing for any of you lot, Cap,” you glare at him, moving the gauze to collect the small amount of puss that spilled from his nose, “You're being a baby. You've had your arm blown off, your face scarred and maimed. This is nothing.” 

You continued pressing, being as gentle as you could while extracting the blocked pore from his flesh. With one final press, it all came out with a ‘pop’ and a rapid spill from the welt. He groaned as you cleaned him up with gauze and cotton tips. 

“There now. Was that so bad?” you coo down at him with a mocking tone. He grumbled something inaudible beneath his breath and poured at you. Continuing to clean up the small amount of blood seeping from the oozing sore, he studied your face knit in concentration. 

Darting his eyes between yours before sparing a glance to how quickly you managed to pin him, he pursed his painted lips on deep thought. 

“Go lay down on the cot, and put your head on the pillow,” you order him, finally releasing him from your pin and raising to your feet. He laid there for a few moments and glaring at you as you began to gather a few items and placed them beside the bench. Washing your hands thoroughly at the sink, you wipe them on some paper towel before discarding them in your waste bin. 

Rising to his feet, he followed your order and laid flat on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Moving your rotating chair behind the cot, you cranked the side a few times to extend the height to hover over him. He scowled at you before his eyes widened in curiosity. 

Rotating a whisking brush in a small bowl, frothy suds appeared. You gathered the lather and began to roll it in your four fingers against one another. 

Kid remained silent, hypnotized by your motions as you drew your hands down to his cheeks and rubbing firmly against his face. He attempted to initially fight the hands that sought to tame him, but gave into the touch as you smoothed over his flesh with your skilled fingers. 

Removing the rent tint from his lips and dark paint over his eyes, his eyelashes met as he clamped them tightly shut to avoid the sting of soap. A hot, damp towel stroked at his skin, prompting him to release a lengthy sigh at the warmth. You hummed down at him as he gave into the touch. 

His shoulders relaxed their tension against the cot, his belly deflating as his back melted into the firm mattress. Captain Eutass Kid was putty beneath your hands, a small ghost of a smile rising over his lips the longer you dabbed at him. Cleansing his skin of the painted smears first, you spent time being as gentle as you could over the healing welt on the tip of his nose. 

Wiping away the crust of amber-tinged plasma, you applied a small amount of cream and antiseptic to the crater on his nose. Finding a small, star-shaped patch, you opened it and placed it over the small wound. His eyes opened as he gazed his wide eyes up to meet with your concentrated expression. 

“There,” you hum with a soft cock of your head. Taking a moment to yourself, you hesitate before leaning down and pressing your lips softly to the small spot over his nose. Pulling away, you narrow your eyes and tease down at him, “Was that so bad? All you have to do is wash your face every now and again and you won't-.”

“-The hell d’you kiss me for?!” your captain barked at you, immediately springing up in his seat and glaring down at your position at the head of the cot. You rolled your eyes at him and began packing up for equipment in a neat pile before turning away towards the sink. 

“Sorry, sir,” you abrasively apologized over your shoulder, “Forgot that wasn’t in your care plan.” He huffed behind you before jumping off the cot and stomping over towards you. Gently shoving your shoulder with his right arm, he turned you to face him. 

“What do you mean ‘your care plan,’ huh?” he spat angrily down at you, “Who’s care plan is it in? How long have you been giving them away? Why the hell isn’t it in mine?” You scoff at him while leaning your hips back on the sink behind you. 

“One: I have a file for different treatment preferences, and some of those preferences involve hugs and kisses. Two: Doctor-patient confidentiality.” You fold your arms over your chest while arching your brow high at him, “Three: Since you hired me. And, Four,” you step away from the sink and hold your ground, “Do you want it to be?” 

His brow was deeply furrowed, his lips curled back to reveal a deep grimace as he puffed out his chest and stared you down. From your shorter stature, you managed to look down your nose at him with an unwavering intensity. A short quiver was depicted in his grimace before it was replaced with a soft pout. 

He rounded his eyes, hanging his head and slouching his shoulders. His forehead brushed with yours as he leaned down to slump against you, uttering a single word with a soft sniffle. 

“Yes.” 

Raising your hand, your arm wraps and cradle his neck and drawing him against your shoulder. He rubs his freshly cleansed head against the ball of your shoulder before nuzzling into your neck. You roll your eyes and gently soothe him by caressing his soft, red hair and holding him firmly in place. 

“I suppose you expect a pay rise with this, huh, Doc?” his muffled voice questioned you with a soft hint of malice in his tone. You shook your head and drew his right arm around your back before hooking your other hand over his neck to rejoin the one there.

“No, Cap,” you coo at him, gently rubbing his shoulders, “This I'll do for free.”

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓍𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ, 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹.”

contains:HARSH ANGST+SMUT<3

summary:finally getting sick of bills toxicity and instability, i packed up all of my belongings and planned to “leave him” or as i stupidly told myself, only to find myself easily falling back into his same hypnotizing trap.

WARNINGS:abusive relationship, fighting, arguing, manipulation (I DO NOT CONDONE ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS in this story, this story is ONLY for entertainment purposes!!!), very narcissistic and misogynistic bill, hard-dom!bill, dumb-sub!reader, p in v (against the wall), degrading, pet-names, LIGHT choking, heavy breeding kink.

notes:as someone who has experienced theses types of situations firsthand, if you ever do find yourself in these kinds of circumstances please take the initial steps to get yourself out that relationship immediately, youll be fine i promise love ya!

HEAVY THEMES AHEAD!

“yeah go fucking cry about it you sensitive bitch, get the fuck outta’ my face!”bill loudly shouted at me from the living room as i ran and locked myself into our shared bedroom, tears streaming profusely down my cheeks, as i tumbled onto the bed and proceeded to curl myself up into a small pathetic ball.

im tired of living like this, being so isolated, feeling so trapped, being so mentally and physically drained, having to constantly walk around eggshells around him.

me and bills relationship was a perfect fairytale in the beginning, but quickly came burning down in flames and burnt down to pure ashes at his rage.his anger completely undoing every single precious thing he ever once said to me.

every “i love you.” or “i cant wait to start a life with you.” was once a simple loving string of words now being dangled high above my head as a reminder of his broken promises.

i still cling onto that small glimmer of hope that he could change some-day, that he could love me again, or that he could simply hold me without hurting me.

i lay in my own pity for a long grueling hour before i decide to slowly unravel myself from my position, gently getting up from the bed, wiping the tears from my eyes telling myself,

“i need to leave,

right now.”

i kick into full panic mode and immediately start changing into a dark colored tracksuit and a comfortable pair of sneakers, then i rummage through our closet grabbing random handfuls of my belongings stuffing my suitcase to the brim.

i quietly creak the bedroom door open and make my way through the dark hallway, my luggage in one hand as i try to rush towards the front door.

“going somewhere babe?”he eerily questioned, his evil presence immediately sending cold chills down my spine.

“i-i-uhm..”i mumbled trying to find some kind of explanation but it was if something was struck in my throat, i looked like a child who just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“im leaving!”i managed to spit out, slowly turning to face him.

“oh your leaving?”he responded in a cartoonish voice mocking my own, chuckling manically at my response.

he crosses his arms over his chest as he cockily looks me up and down, he then quickly steps forward grabbing me by my chin with his right hand, yanking a fistful of my hair with his left.

“cant you see THIS is the life i promised you honey?you know no-ones ever gonna buy you all those pretty dresses you like wearing f’me, provide for you like i do, or keep a GODDAMN roof over your head like i do!”

what he was saying was true, without him i wouldnt have a single penny to my name.he took care of every expense, he even had me on a monthly allowance but he didnt do anything of it out of the goodness of his heart he rather used it to his advantage knowing hed always win.

“i know i know but, i-im tired of you being like this bill, im sick of it!i swear ill give it all back if thats what you really want!”i nervously murmured, his grip on my chin and hair tightening.

“your such an ungrateful brat, you dont even deserve to be breathing the same air as me, i shouldve just throw you out months ago like the trashy bitch you are.”

he yelled into my face before slamming me against the wall letting go of some of his grip on me as he pulled down his pants and boxers along with my sweatpants and panties.

“you wanna be treated like a worthless whore ill fucking treat you like one then.“

he wrapped one of his arms strongly around my neck keeping me in place, as he teased his cock in between my slicks folds, causing me to softly whimper.

“aww…look at you poor baby, you just wanted some attention huh, want me to fuck you isnt that right?”he purred squeezing my neck firmly in his arm, sliding his length harshly inside my walls.

though i hated to admit it, it truly turned me on how possessive and upset he got when i tried leaving it showed me he still sort-of cared.the fact he still had enough respect to still fuck me was enough to have me eating right out of his palm, anytime he showed me the slightest bit of affection it casted his spell over me all over again.

he continued thrusting his full length inside my cunt, beginning to aggressively pound away, my head banging against the cold wall.

“ugh-i shouldnt even be mmhtouching you right now ungrateful bitch!”he shouted, his free hand slapping my ass sure enough to leave hand prints the next morning.

“f-fuck fuck, im ughh-yours baby!”i moaned out, tears beginning to spill from my eyes, his tip kissing my cervix perfectly.

“das ist r-richtig, mhm!du gehst verdammt noch mal nirgendwo hin(thats right, your not going fucking anywhere),

gonna fill you all up, hopefully y-you get pregnant that way your ugh-stuck with me!”

the sound of our moans combined with the banging on the wall echoed throughout the house, the faint tv not even being enough to cover up his disgusting insults and my foul cries.

“b-bill ugh please i c-cant!”

“take my f-fucking cock mhmy little cum slut!”

his hips are bucking into mine at an animalistic pace as he urgently chases his release, my walls deliciously clenching around his girth, sending him immediately over the edge.

“scheibe scheibe scheibe(shit shit shit!)”he yelled out suddenly fucking his cock deeper inside my sweet walls, ropes of his seed oozing deep inside my pussy.

“ich w-werde ganz in dir abspritzen du mmh-dumme s-schlampe, ich werde dich mit meinem verdammten baby schwängern (im gonna cum all inside you, stupid slut, im gonna get you pregnant with my baby!)”he adds breeding his cum inside me with a few final thrusts, pulling his length out of me with a loud pop.

bill then releases me from his arm allowing me to slam down onto the floor, pulling his pants up smugly as he knelt down to my level.

“next time im beating the fuck outta’ this was me playing nice, understood? now go make me some dinner before you piss me off again.”

i nod my head instantly at his demands, rubbing the side of my cheek that hit the ground.

“such a good little girl, i love you.” he praised grinning widely down at me before getting back up and walking away from me.

“i love you too.”

and the cycle continues.

THE END

[rini-rushed]

hostility vs. hospitality.

☆ sae x gn! reader sfw

★ i’m so fucking irritated for NO REASON. so im writing this on my phone to cope (that’s why it’s not in my usual format and probably not as well written as my other works)

it’s impossible to not notice your attitude.

sae has been silently observing you for a few hours now, ever since you’ve gotten home from your classes, you’ve been drowning in this gloomy energy.

your eyebrows aren’t furrowed, but they r sure as hell aren’t relaxed, you’re leg bumps around with more ferocity when you sit in a chair, eating your dinner with a sulking expression.

thumping your feet against the floor a bit louder as you traversed throughout the shared space. you held that look in your eyes, your stare that would bulldoze through walls if you wanted to.

you even watched a movie, on a monday night no less, and yet, you were acting so incredibly pissy.

his usual little bubbles of speech would be slapped and snapped back with sarcasm and cynicism.

“fuck off.”

“who cares about that?”

“no one wants to hear about that.”

your negativity was a poison, and you were lathering the sick liquid everywhere with each step and touch you took.

“i’m fucking fine.”

it was at this point 10pm, you were all ready for bed, yet you kept bouncing between rooms, blasting different music on your computer, phone, headphones, earbuds.

pop, rock, classical, nostalgic, trendy, electronic. everything.

thank god your computer is off and charging, sae couldn’t stand more of your musical stupidity.

it was when you’re laying on the couch with this moody expression plastered on your face, that sae finally confronts you with your shitty attitude.

because mind you, you guys lived in the same space, and this fucking attitude of yours started out as annoying to flat out disrespectful.

he took a step near you, seeing your half angry half tired expression, he doesn’t even sigh out loud as he approaches and sits on the couch as well.

“what the fuck is up with you today.”

unlike his passive words before this, in classic itoshi style, sae slams down his metaphorical hand onto the table, now the ball is in your court.

“nothing.”

“do you think i’m some sort of idiot? like you?”

you visibly snapped at that.

“what the fuck is your problem? i’m trying to mind my own fucking business, why don’t you do the same?”

“oh cut that crap out, you’re obviously in a pissy mood, tell me why so you can get the hell over it.” he snaps back, now with the same energy as you.

you let a pause catch your throat, and you look down at the surface of the couch, the soft cushion your body is on top of.

“i don’t know.”

when he doesn’t reply, you half roll your eyes.

“there, happy?” you seethed.

that venom was back, spilling from your breath, and darting to poison the male in front of you.

you don’t bother to look at his face, you will save your dignity thank you very much.

sae this time let’s out an audible sigh and raised his hands, doing something you never expected from a guy like him.

a hand pats itself onto the crown of your head, for a second it doesn’t move, nothing does, the air and atmosphere seemed still, you were too scared(?) to break it.

his hand then circles around your head, softly running his hands through your hair, his slightly cool hands leave a trail of comfort in it’s tracks.

eventually, he pulls you in, the motion left you in a position where he was like.. hugging your head, if that makes sense.

you don’t look up at him, your pride pushing your vision to the corner, but sae wasn’t pushing you to look at him.

with more analysis of your actions and this, it’s obvious that asking you to look at him would be a waste, it would only plunge you into this strange sensation more.

you only closed your eyes and leaned into the feeling, the continuous stroking of your scalp, the soft finger pads ghosting over your hairline from time to time.

the eventual shifting of his legs and your body leaves you in a comforting state, positioning to bring you to a place of solace.

that night you slept particularly well.

i guess.

genuine emotion trash i want to rip off my skin and blast a song but no song sounds right

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

alexa play fighter by jack stauber

[lunicho]

gyuvin stuffing u FULL in missionary , wiping your tears away while saying he knows you can take it but ur balling because gyuvin dig bick 🤓

DO U KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE READ THIS ASK WITHOUT REALIZING U SAID DIG BICK 😭😭 I'M CRYING Y'ALL ARE ALWAYS SO FUNNY BRO 😭 anyways 😁

ughh this ask is so good, gyuv likes to fuck u in missionary so much because he can see ur face and he can see ur titties bounce and he can see ur chest rise and fall and he can also press on ur stomach or see the outline of his cock like it's so ideal for him he just can't get enough of it. u always whine when he's about to fuck u, the stretch almost never getting easier to take but u love it, no matter how much u whine and complain u love the stretch and the slight sting that comes everytime he gets his tip past your walls. he'd lean down close to u, looking into ur eyes as he used his thumbs to swipe away your tears, "almost there, you can take it. just like last time, i know you can take it baby." oh im sick like this just gets him going so bad cuz,, say it with me guys "gyuvin size kink" see i knew we was all on the same page

[b1mbodoll]

i am so taerae fat cock enthusiast and i cant stop thinking about taerae stretching you around his cock when youre sleeping beside him 😵‍💫 you already said he wouldn't fit bcs hes so big so you didnt let him fuck you but youre so cute n innocent he cant help pulling your panties to the side and making it fit </3 he would quite literally split you in half fucking you so so good (๑>◡<๑) he would be so deep inside you too! all u can do is lay there and cry! but dont worry he'll press sweet sweet kisses on your face when he's finished emptying his cum in you <3 hopefully you dont get pregnant! youre not on the pill ♡♡♡♡♡

from 🎀 anonie!

also how have you been? i hope todays been treating you well! i caught covid so TT i dont know how active ill be but take care of yourself and be hydrated baby! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

pairings: kim taerae x f! reader

warnings: virgin killer taerae + noncon + blood + anal + gaping + creampies + spit

💌: hi sweetpea im so sorry for the late reply again T_T but thank u for this, im crying !! also i know ur feelin’ better n not sick anymore so stay safe and healthy my love !!! i miss u </3

“fuck this pussy’s so tight,” taerae whispers, trying to bully his thick length into your cunt.

it’s always a struggle working his dick into virgin holes but it’s so worth it when he succeeds, pushing through your hymen and watching the blood leak down his girthy dick. the feeling of your tight walls without a condom in the way making taerae fuck into you harshly, forcing the rest of his length inside of you.

“taerae s-stop!” your voice is strained, pain coursing through you at the intrusion. “’s too big! pull it out please!” your cries do nothing but spur him on, grinding his hips experimentally.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make it fit” he grunts, tangling his fingers in your hair and forcing your cheek into the bed as he fucks away your virginity, slick sounds caused by a mixture of your arousal and blood filling the room.

“hurts! it hurts,” you cry, “please stop.” despite your complaints you clench around him so tight and it’s almost like your sweet cunt doesn’t wanna part with his cock, making him grin wickedly.

“you keep sayin’ it hurts but you’re so wet, baby” he teases, pulling out until just the tip is inside of you before thrusting forward quickly, making your breath hitch. “you like the pain, don’t you?” taerae’s so fucking mean it makes you sob pitifully, almost making him ease up.

once you get used to the feeling of his cock punching your cervix you can’t help but moan at the feeling and your sounds don’t go unnoticed by him, his eyes locked on your cunt sucking him in nicely.

“‘m gonna cum!” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut because the pleasure is so overwhelming and you can’t stop yourself from meeting his thrusts, high pitched mewls escaping you every now and then.

one of taerae’s hands finds your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he chases his release, slamming his hips into yours.

“please, please, please.” you beg, pussy spasming around him when your orgasm hits, tight cunt milking him for all he’s worth, warm cum coating your walls as he empties his balls deep inside your little cunt.

“you’re sick for cumming on my cock after all that cryin’” he sneers, pulling out and using his hands to spread your hole, watching his cum drip out of you. he’s obsessed with how you shamelessy present for him, back arching as he toys with your hole, drawing a sigh of relief from you when he uses two digits to fuck his cum back inside of you.

“aw sweetheart.” coos taerae, “you didn’t think we were done, did you?” his voice is laced with faux sympathy as you try to collect yourself. your brows furrow in confusion at his words, “huh?”

he curls his fingers inside your cunt, cum leaking down his wrist. “finally get the chance t’fuck you ‘n you think ‘m stoppin’ after one round?” his laugh makes you feel dumb, as if you were supposed to know he was going to continue violating your holes.

taerae fists his length with his cum covered hand, the tip prodding at the tight rim of your ass making you jolt. “please don’t!” you shudder, “anything but that, please.” he pushes the head in, groaning deeply because you’re so tight and spits on your hole, watching the saliva trickle between your asscheeks.

“shut the fuck up and take it.” his teeth are clenched, trying not to cum instantly when he pushes in to the hilt. “such a good cumdump f’r me, can’t believe you’ve never been fucked before.” the stretch burns and all you can do is take what he gives you, nearly screaming as you cum just from having your virgin ass fucked by his fat cock.

[scarfwrites]

Sick Day ft. Iwaizumi, Tsukishima

❅Genre : Fluff, Crack, Comfort

❅Pairings:  Iwaizumi x Reader

                      Tsukishima x Reader

❅Warnings: none

❅A/N : IM VERY SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR THE PAST WEEKS (prolly even month) I was sick for 2 weeks and an intense amount of school workload made it so much worse

Iwaizumi ft. Oikawa

“Hey Y/N can you go check up on Captain?” Yahaba said walking over to you

“Huh? Why?” You asked confused

“Well he’s been coughing and sniffing for the past hour” Yahaba explained

“He’s not listening to any of us not even when Iwaizumi threatened him to go home” Kunimi stated bluntly

“Oh really? That’s surprising” you giggled as you hear Iwaizumi clear his throat

“Can you tell him to go home? He’s getting on my nerves now” Iwaizumi scowled

“Will do Mr. Grumpypants” you said standing up walking over to Oikawa as Iwaizumi’s face reddens

“Mr. Grumpypants I like that name” Matsun smiled teasingly

“Don’t you fucking dare call me that again” Iwaizumi glared

“Mr. Grumpypants only let’s Y/N call him that” Makki said mischievously as Iwaizumi cracks his knuckles

“Alright Alright We’ll stop” Makki chuckled lightly

As you walked to Oikawa you noticed how tired and dishevelled he looked as he continuously tried hitting the ball to the wall but failing miserably

“Hey are you alright Oikawa?” You asked tapping his shoulder surprising the usually energetic boy

“Huh? Yeah! Perfectly fine!” Oikawa faked a smile but was interrupted by a hearty cough

“If you were perfectly fine you’d go home by the time Iwa told you to” you chuckled as you checked his forehead

“I don’t need to go home” Oikawa pouted

“Well you don’t have a choice your burning up” you said sternly as he sighed

“Fine, I'll go home,” Oikawa sniffed in annoyance. “But only if you take me home” Oikawa smirked

‘What? Why?” You gave him a confused look

“Well I’m sick so I shouldn’t go home alone” Oikawa reasoned out as his pout grew

“If it will stop you from forcing yourself to practice then fine” you rolled your eyes as you pushed him towards the door

“Thank you Y/N-chan” Oikawa smiled sweetly

“Yeah yeah just go ahead I’ll follow” you said walking over to get your bag

“Did you finally convince Captain?” Kindaichi asked

“Yeah but he won’t go home unless I come with him” you said as you grabbed your bag

“Oh he will go home once I smash my arm into his “precious face” Iwaizumi said very pissed off

“Hey you said you wanted him home” you shrugged as he scoffed

“I’ll be back once i get this crybaby home” you waved

“HEY! I’M NOT A CRYBABY” Oikawa yelled though getting a coughing fit right after

“I told you to go ahead” you scolded as you pulled his ear and walked outside the gym, the others hearing Oikawa’s cries as you both left.

“Crybaby” Iwaizumi scoffed as he stood up

“Looks like you’re about to be one without Y/N” Makki teased getting quickly shut up by Iwaizumi’s glare

As soon as you both walked to Oikawa’s house you opened the door for him as he proceeded to lay down on his couch.

”Alright I brought you back to your house I’ll be going now bye” you said as you were about to close the door but you were interrupted by Oikawa’s whines

“Can’t you stay a little longer Y/N-channn” he whined 

“I have a practice to attend to and you said only until you get home” you reminded

“B-but I’m alone” he cried out

“Where are your parents” you said in a fed up voice

“They’re outside” he sniffed

You really couldn’t leave him who knows what stupidness the idiot stick  will get into so you took a deep breath

“Fine I’ll stay” you sighed loudly

“Thank you Y/N-chan! You’re the best” he said running up to you and hugging you

“You’re such a crybaby y’know that?” You smiled softly

“Yeah but at least I get to hang out with you more” Oikawa said smugly as his hug tightened

“At this right I’m gonna get sick” you sighed

It’s been an hour since you left with Oikawa to go to his house. Iwaizumi knows it wouldn’t take that long to get to his house as a result he started getting worried that something happened to you.

“Earth to Iwaizumi” Makki waved in front of Iwaizumi quickly snapping his thoughts

“You’ve been missing your spikes incase you haven’t noticed” Matsun pointed out

“Sorry” Iwaizumi replied bluntly

“You thinkin about Y/N aren’t you” Makki said

“They have to be back by now it doesn’t take an hour to get from here to Oikawa’s house” Iwaizumi said with a hint of worry in his voice

“Well they’re with Oikawa you’re never on time with that idiot” Matsun stated

“No I know but what if something happened to them” Iwaizumi said looking at the ground

“I’ll call them if it will help you focus alright?” Makki said as he dialed your number

“Iwaizumi seems like he’s only worried about Y/N” Watari chuckled

“Oikawa’s always been a pain in his ass even in middle school” Kunumi stated straightforwardly

“Hello?” You answered the call as Makki put his phone on speaker

“Hey Y/N where are you right now?” Makki asked

“Huh oh Oikawa’s house why?” You said in a confused voice

“Well your boyfriend’s worried about you” Matsun said earning a glare from Iwaizumi

“Why are you at his house shouldn’t you be back here?” Iwaizumi questioned 

“Well Oikawa kept crying and begging me to stay and I accepted since he’s home alone and who knows what stupidity this idiot will get into if he’s sick and home alone” you explained as you sighed 

“Hey I heard that” Oikawa yelled quietly as he started coughing

“Aww did I hurt the whiny baby’s feelings” you said sarcastically as you see him pout

“Well your boyfriends also being very whiny here without you” Makki said as he was lightly punched by Iwaizumi

“I really don’t have a choice because he’s holding me tightly” you sighed as you feel Oikawa’s grip tighten

“They’re not leaving until my parents come home” Oikawa whined loudly

“Oh yeah maybe If I come over there and sink my arm into your face they will” Iwaizumi yelled furiously

“Calm down” Makki said taking the phone off Iwaizumi’s hand 

“Don’t worry Iwa it’s only for today I’ll make it up to you tomorrow” you said in a soft voice calming him down

“Fine” he huffed in annoyance as he hears Oikawa blowing a raspberry at him

“I FUCKING HEARD THAT” Iwaizumi yelled as the 1st and 2nd years hold him back as they were interrupted by the sound of a harsh smack

“Ow! That hurt a lot, Y/N-chan!” Oikawa cried as he started tearing up

“IS HE ACTUALLY CRYING?” Makki bursted out in laughter Matsun soon following

“Yeah he is and I didn’t even hit him that hard” you shrugged

“YOU DID!” Oikawa whined loudly as Matsun and Makki’s laughter grew

“Alright talk to you tomorrow I have to deal with something” you said as you ended the call 

“Stop being such a whiny baby and go sleep” you said as you went into a sleeping position

“You’re just as mean as Iwa-chan” Oikawa sniffled as he tightened his grip making you sigh

You’re gonna have one hell of an uncomfortable night

The next day at school Iwaizumi saw how Oikawa was perfectly fine and fully recovered though you were nowhere to be found which greatly concerned the ace. You weren’t in any of your shared classes with him which made him stress out even more. Finally at practice when he noticed you still weren’t there he decided to go up and ask Oikawa if he knew your whereabouts.

“Hey Shittykawa where’s Y/N” Iwaizumi said grumpily

“First off wow so rude I just recovered from being sick” Oikawa gasped dramatically

“Just answer the goddamn question” Iwaizumi scowled

“They had to… Go do something…” Oikawa lied nervously

“Since the start of school?” Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes

“Yeah! They walked with me to school and they said they had to do something!” Oikawa explained sweating nervously in the process

“You are such a liar” Makki rolled his eyes as Oikawa sent a quick glare

“You better tell me where they is right now” Iwaizumi threatened

“Alright Alright! But you promise not to kill me” Oikawa said nervously covering himself with his arms

“Spit it out already!” Iwaizumi retorted angrily

“They’re sick alright! Here's your answer!” Oikawa rolled his eyes gulping quickly as soon as he saw the intense look from his spiky haired best friend 

“You have about three seconds to run” Matsun smirked

“WAAAAAAH I’M SORRY” Oikawa yelled as he was being chased around by Iwaizumi

“YOU’RE GONNA GET PAYBACK FOR PURPOSELY TRYING TO SPEND TIME WITH THEM AND GETTING THEM SICK” Iwaizumi yelled his voice booming through the gym

“THEY’RE MY BEST FRIEND TOO!” Oikawa defended only making Iwaizumi more pissed off than he already was

“Hey hey record it quickly! Y/N's gonna love it when they feel better” Makki smirked devilishly as Matsun recorded the two's shenanigans

Meanwhile not only were you exhausted from taking care of a gigantic baby all night you also caught his sickness. Fortunately for you, before Oikawa's parents left they allowed you to stay at his house and offered to take care of you, a thank you for taking care of their son. 

“No wonder why Oikawa wanted me to stay with him being sick alone is awful” you thought to yourself though the thoughts disappeared as you hear a knock on your door

“It's open!” You yelled too tired to get up

The door quickly opened and you see a worried Iwaizumi dragging a beat up Oikawa 

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Iwaizumi said as he rushed towards your side

“Yeah I'm fine” you smiled weakly

“No you're not you're burning up” Iwaizumi said checking your forehead

“Well I guess I'm a little exhausted” you said quietly as your headache came back

“Aren't you supposed to be in practice?” You said worriedly

“If you're worried that we're missing practice, it's fine coach excused us anyways” Iwaizumi said as sits beside you holding your hand

“Y/N-CHAN! IWA-CHAN BEAT ME UP ON THE WAY HERE” Oikawa cried as he rushed towards you hugging you

“Keep holding them and I won't hesitate to do it again” Iwaizumi glared his overprotectiveness making you giggle 

“SEE HE'S ABOUT TO HIT ME AGAIN” Oikawa whined loudly  as he tightens his grip

“You deserve it you're the reason why I was alone here” you rolled your eyes

“At least my parents took care of you!” Oikawa defended making Iwaizumi scoff

“Well now it's your turn to take care of me” you smirked as Oikawa pouts

“No need he can barely take care of himself” Iwaizumi said getting up “I'll go make you some soup and get you water” he said walking to the kitchen

“HEY! I can very much take care of myself!” Oikawa said as he followed

“You're just gonna make them feel worse if you help” Iwaizumi scowled

“Excuse me?!” Oikawa gasped

“Hey! Stop with the senseless banter” you reprimanded quickly coughing in the process

“You should be resting” Iwaizumi reminded

“Yeah! Get back to the coach and let the big boys take care of you” Oikawa crossed his arms

“I think I should be the one taking care of you two big babies” you retorted making them both scoff

“If you really don't trust us you're welcome to rest over there” Oikawa said pointing at the empty chair

“Don't include me with a whiny baby like you” Iwaizumi scoffed as he turned on the stove

“I'M NOT A WHINY BABY” Oikawa yelled angrily

“This is gonna end in a disaster” you sighed tiredly

Tsukishima

You were at the auditorium currently rehearsing for the upcoming cultural festival that you and the other music club members were assigned to perform for.

“Y/N-chan!!!” You hear a familiar orange tangerine call out to you after hearing the doors burst open making you scream

“Oh sorry!” Hinata said as he hugged you tightly

“What are you doing here? Don't you have practice?” You asked as you returned the hug

“Nope! We’re done since it’s already late” Hinata replied back enthusiastically 

“Oh! I’ve been practising for so long i’ve lost track of time” you chuckled

“Don’t you think you’d notice that you’re the only one here” Tsukishima stated blankly as he entered the auditorium

“Well they did say they’ve been practising for hours” Kageyama pointed out

“They aren’t blind even when they’re practising” Tsukishima rolled his eyes receiving a glare from Kageyama

“Did you wake up at the wrong side of the bed this morning you’re more grumpier than usual” you chuckled lightly

“Yeah he’s been so moody since earlier this morning” Hinata whispered

“I’m right here you know” Tsukishima glared at Hinata “Don’t you think you’ve been overworking yourself lately” Tsukishima crossed his arms

“Well… The cultural festival is a big event for our school you defended

Your health should come first, have you been taking breaks?” Tsukishima said narrowing his eyes

“Water breaks?” You asked innocently as his face shifts into disappointment

“Fine you got me there” you conceded

“Y/N-chan don’t overwork yourself too much! You might get sick! You don’t wanna get sick if it’s so important to you!” Hinata said worriedly looking adorable in the process

“I’ll keep that in mind from now on” you smiled softly 

“Yeah so salty won’t be so moody in the morning” Kageyama side eyed

“Shut up” Tsukishima spat back as he stormed off

“See he’s very moody” Hinata pouted

“Clearly Kageyama” pouted along with Hinata

“I'll go make sure he doesn’t rub salt on anyone else” you chuckled as you go after Tsukishima

You ran all the way to the school gates where you found your salty boyfriend

“Hey Tsuki, wait up!” You said chasing after him as he stops walking

“What?” He said coldly looking at you

“Hey hey hey don’t be so grumpy you said softly” as he scoffed

“You act as if I don’t care about you” he scowled

“Aww so you do care about me” you smile jokingly as he sends a glare “Alright alright… Thank you” you smiled softly as he blushes madly

“Just… Don’t overwork yourself, please?” He said quietly

“Okay! I promise!” You smiled brightly “And sorry about making you worry” you said scratching your neck

“It’s fine… Sorry for how I acted earlier” Tsukishima apologised quietly

“It’s alright I don’t mind” you smile as he slowly leans closer to you

“YAY THEY MADE UP” Hinata jumped in joy as Tsukishima’s face completely shifts

“YOU BLEW OUR COVER” Kageyama yelled at Hinata as they both looked at Tsukishima with fear

“Why don’t we all just go home after a long day” you said pecking Tsukishima’s check as he blushes madly making the tangerine smile smugly

“You both are safe for now” Tsukishima glares at the two before Hinata runs up to you

“Y/N-chan can you sing the song that you’re gonna sing at the festival?” Hinata asked making a cute face

“Hmm? Sure I don't mind” you smiled as Hinata jumped in joy

“You are such a child” Tsukishima grumbled in annoyance

“Maybe this song will stop you from being a grouch” you smiled teasingly as you began to sing

After the song you made the tangerine completely swoon over your voice

“Woah your voice is super amazing!” Hinata said excitedly as Kageyama nodded along

“They’re the president of the music club what did you expect” Tsukishima scoffed

“Shut up! You enjoyed it too!” Hinata retorted back as a faint pfft can be heard from Tsukishima

“If you ask nicely I’ll sing it again” you smirked as Tsukishima rolled his eyes

“Oh! I want another one!” Hinata raised his hand excitedly

“They need to rest their voice, idiot! They’re already overworked themself!” Kageyama scolded harshly

“Oh right” Hinata scratched the back of his head

“It’s alright it gave me more practice for the song” you smiled brightly

“Stop dismissing the immaturity of that small runt” Tsukishima scowled making the tangerine pout

“As if you’re any better! What about when you swoon over–” Hinata retorted getting interrupted by Tsukishima’s hands covering his mouth

“Don’t speak of it” Tsukishima said infuriated

“All right settle down you two let’s all take a rest home” you said getting in between them as they both pout and cross their arms

The next day went pretty normally until hometime where the team finished their practice early. Tsuki and the others decided to take this opportunity to come see you practice your performance. Upon reaching the auditorium however he wasn’t greeted with your usual soothing voice instead there was no one to be seen in the auditorium except a few performers cleaning up.

“Y/N-chan’s not here” Hinata pouted sadly

“Yeah and Tsukishima doesn't seem to happy about it” Nishinoya smirked smugly

“Shut up” Tsukishima spat as he went up to one of the performers

“Now he’s Grumpyshima” Hinata said in annoyance as Nishinoya nodded along

“Hey where’s Y/N?” Tsukishima asked one of the performers

“Oh Y/N? I last saw them backstage” the performer replied

“Thank you” Tsukishima said quickly bowing before heading backstage

“Wait for me!!” Hinata ran towards backstage following the usually salty fellow

They finally found your room and once they opened it they saw you sleeping peacefully on your vanity

“Shhh They’re asleep” Hinata whispered making the salty blonde roll his eyes

“Wake them up they’re gonna be left alone” Tsukishima whispered loudly

“Huh? Why me?” Hinata said angrily but quietly

“Because I said so” Tsukishima retorted back making the tangerine pout as he tiptoed his way to you

Once he was beside you and after he observed your sleeping figure he shook you violently

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Tsukishima yelled quietly pulling the tangerine away as you screamed in surprise

“WAAAH WHAT’S GOING ON?” You screamed in fear as you made weird arm gestures

“Nothing’s going on, this idiotic moron decided to shake you violently” Tsukishima said pissed off

“What you said you wanted me to wake them up” Hinata shrugged as Tsukishima looked at him questioningly “Anyways what are you doing here Y/N-chan? I thought you’d still be practising” Hinata questioned tiling his head

“Oh I guess I got tired so I fell asleep” you chuckled tiredly

“Are you sure? Usually you’d just shrug off that kind of tiredness” Tsukishima narrowed his eyes

“I mean you did tell me not to push myself, I kept my word” you yawned 

“Yeah! Do you want them to push their limits again” Hinata pouted angrily

“No it’s just weird” Tsukishima sighed defeatedly

“Well if you’re done with practising let’s go out!” Hinata smiled excitedly

“Well It would help me rest my vocals… Sure why not” you smiled back as Hinata jumped in joy 

“You’re such a child” Tsukishima scowled

“Because he’s my son” you defended hugging the deflated tangerine

You and the team decided to go out for dinner. It was pretty normal until you felt a minor headache and started coughing which they paid no mind until it turned into coughing fits.

“Hey Y/N are you okay?” Yamaguchi asked worriedly patting your back

“Yeah I think i ate something bad earlier” you faked a smile

“Does eating bad food make you cough a lot?” Hinata thought placing his hand on his chin

“No it doesn’t unless you starting coughing blood in which that would be food poisoning” Sugawara stated

“Y/N is something wrong?” Kiyoko asked her face laced with concern

“No I’m fine” you continued to fake a smile as your headache grows worse

“Are you sure” Kiyoko asked again

“Yeah let’s just go eat, I'm starving” you said quickly as you walked into the restaurant though as soon as you entered you felt your whole world turn dark. Upon seeing this Tsukishima dashed quickly to your aid and grabbed you before you fell on the floor which shook you awake.

“You are definitely not okay” Kageyama said as Hinata looked at him with confusion

“THANK YOU CATHERINE OBVIOUS!” Hinata yelled at the blue haired setter

“IT’S CAPTAIN OBVIOUS STUPID!” Kageyama yelled back as Suga and Daichi facepalm from their childishness

“You’re burning up I told you something wasn’t right” Tsukishima reprimanded

“SHOULDN’T WE TAKE THEM TO THE HOSPITAL?” Nishinoya panicked

“I’m sure it probably isn’t something bad” Yamaguchi chuckled nervously trying to cheer everyone up

“THEY ALMOST FAINTED!” Tanaka joined in the panicking

“Stop yelling it’s because they’ve been pushing themselves again” Tsukishima scowled

“No wonder why we saw them sleeping in the dressing room” Hinata pointed out “You must’ve felt dizzy or tired” Hinata said sadly

“We’re going home” Tsukishima said as he lifted you up to carry you

“But dinner!” You pouted as the whole team facepalmed

“We’ll just bring it to you home please just go home Y/N” Daichi sighed

“Okay fine but you need to give me the food!” You demanded

“Jesus you just collapsed get your mind straight” Tsukishima scolded as you crossed your arms

“Them and their food” Sugawara chuckled

“I’m surprised they haven’t died from prioritizing food over their life” Daichi sighed heavily

“Let’s just go eat before they run back here” Sugawara said as everyone headed inside 

Tsukishima carried you all the way home. He also scolded you on the way though you paid no attention nor you remember since you fell asleep half way. Once you reached home he opted to put you in your bed to rest comfortably. You woke up to the sound of him lightly knocking on the door.

“Sorry for waking you but you need to eat something” Tsukishima said blankly as he handed you a bowl of soup

“Oh thank you” you blushed shyly as you took the soup from his hands as he sat next to you quietly whilst you fed on your soup

“Sorry…” you said quietly as he looked at you in surprise

“What are you sorry for?” Tsukishima gave you a questioning glance

“I kept pushing myself even if I promised not to” you began tearing up making him feel intensely guilty

“Hey baby don’t cry” Tsukishima comforted you hugging you tightly “I’m sorry for the way I acted I didn’t mean to sound mad or anything I was just worried” Tsukishima said softly as he wiped your tears

“I know you aren’t mad it’s just… The pressure I’m in” you looked down sadly. “I really do want to take a break but it’s hard when everyone always looks forward to what we do and I have to keep up with everyone’s expectations…” you explained as more tears fell

“I know you don’t want to disappoint the school or anything but your health should always come first” Tsukishima said firmly making you nod “But I will admit I am one of those people who really want to see you perform” he admitted shyly looking away making you smile

“Really? Thank you  I thought you never did” you smiled brightly making his face beet red

“Of course I would  why I wouldn’t I” Tsukishima scowled

“I’m just kidding” you giggled Thank you “Tsuki for staying with me” “you hugged him tightly

“I’m your boyfriend I’d do anything to keep you safe” Tsukishima returned with an even tighter hug

“But what about the event! It’s tomorrow!” you realized slightly panicking

“Right… That” Tsukishima sighed “Well if there’s no choice I could go” Tsukishima looked down blushing madly

“Huh? Really?” You gasped in surprise

“Well, didn't you teach me how to sing? I’ve also heard that song a million times, so…” Tsukishima spoke shyly

“I’d love to hear you sing!” you tried hiding your obvious excitement

“No you’re staying home with your parents” he reprimanded

“You’re no fun” you pouted laying down on the bed

“TSUKISHIMA’S GONNA SING?!” Hinata gasped loudly as the whole team facepalmed

“YOU BLEW OUR COVER AGAIN!” Kageyama yelled at the tangerine

“I’m only doing it because it’s that important for Y/N” Tsukishima glared angrily “A knock would’ve been nice” the look on anger on Tsuki’s face was immense

“How’d you get in” you tilted your head

“You left the door unlocked” Daichi sighed

“Didja bring the food?” You asked like a dog waiting for food

“Yeah we’d never hear the end from you if we didn’t” Suga chuckled handing the food to you

“Oh great! I’m starving!” you smiled chowing down of the food

“That’s cuz you barely eat the soup I gave you” Tsukishima scowled

“Looks like she’s getting a head of themself” Yamaguchi chuckled “It’s gonna be fun hearing you sing tomorrow” Yamaguchi continued

“If I catch any of you record it I will end you all” Tsukishima threatened as Tanaka and Nishinoya snickered

“I think you should be more concerned how much she’s eating” Asahi smiled nervously as you feasted upon the food

“I can’t catch a break with any of you” Tsukishima sighed

[figitorynonsenseptii]

jashpeople approve we ball

anyways so. cracks knuckles lets GO

we're calling this the 'The Spongiform Encephalopathy" AU, or for better terms, "Soul Wasting"

new names for them because Why Not,,,,, I wanna,,,,,,,,,, this is for their infected forms:

Heart becomes Coronary

Soul becomes Pseudocoma

And Mind becomes Supranuclear

disclaimer im not all too medical & shit i just happen to think ~99% fatal disease are really fucking cool

cw for. You know. Pr ion Disease. its a horrific disease that i find interesting ok uhhh. but emphasis on horrific

summary: whole's body mysteriously breaking down Oh what the fuck we're wasting away. Shit goes to hell :(

ok so, in this, whole gets prion disease.

all is fine for a while, aside from occasional weird stuff in the headspace's functioning

but alas, things start breaking down

it starts with mind first, he gains a stagger, loses weight, tremors and such

naturally, soul is worried, heart too but he's standing by the belief that he's just really sick <he's not wrong to an extent??>

so, he's bedridden, sick. unfortunately, that also impairs the whole's thinking and all.... fuck.... oh dea r

his headaches get WORSE, the insomnia, coordination issues, insomnia begin to come in, so now soul's taking care of him since he is in a Bad state

at this point, here comes the part where it sounds like an infection au:

supranuclear becomes sensitive to bright light, frankly loses his whole logic motif? holes start tearing in his skin, spurs & stuff, the slow degenerative state of his body overall. his head is never upright anymore, etc etc (design coming,,, at some point)

soul continues to try and help him, but he's already long gone but results are unsuccessful

meanwhile, whole is losing balance, slurring, suffering a good amount of supranuclear's symptoms, just not on as much of a level. he's likely went to a hospital (hasn't had it diagnosed, likely, CJD is pretty hard to detect if i remember correctly) or the same bedridden predicament as him

they agree to throw it into apathy at some point. it's a husk of mind now.

at some point, soul's next.

his deterioration is much faster (a few weeks compared to the slow rate of... it), and this fucking freaks heart out because its predicament was. an unsavory experience, not one he wants to see again

he falls in depression and back like how he was during the worst of cacophony. Slurred speech, restlessness, muscle contractions, coordination problems, etc.

It undergoes similar degenerative changes, though with more happening to the teeth, ears, and legs.

unlike supranuclear, pseudocoma becomes frenzied.

First thing heart does is hide, after having agreed with Soul to lock him in that room after things got worse and worse. Unfortunately, the damned thing breaks out at some point.

And so, he pulls out the gun in a state of panic, (it could be contagious, it could spread.) {it's inevitable.} and shoots it, multiple times.

Pseudocoma, with staggered steps, summons its trident once more, fear and rationale lost to the deteoration of his mind.

The structures of the headspace finally begins to fall, cracks spur on throughout the "walls", heart feels hot pain within his head and chest. Everything's slowing down.

Finally, Heart's becoming Coronary.

7 minutes, feeling like forever, he wastes away like the other two, as whole passes.

Oh wtf ok i did not mean to do that much

yea. thats abt it. they do live on as sort of,, zombies afterward. (im leaving supranuclear's fate open ended)

good day! thats all harass me for more

[he-goes-down]

There Was A Time:

A/n: OMG SORRY IF THIS IS HORRIBLE IM SICK AND MY HEAD BE FLOATING

ENJOY THO

Pervious chapters/ warnings

3. Nice Boys:

Second person POV:

You woke up to the sound of clattering and clanging in the kitchen. You rubbed your eyes and groaned, when you opened them, you realised that you were in Duff's room. "What the fuck!" You yelled, but it was soft as your voice was still waking up as well. You aggressively lifted the covers and looked down. 'Phew, my clothes are still on.' You sighed a sigh of relief. You didn't remember how you got to Duff's bed, but hopefully nothing happened. 'Okay back to bed' All that strong panic and crashing relief so early in the morning made you tired. You took the covers and laid down, holding them to your shoulder and closed your eyes. The idea of getting more sleep started crashing down when there was a loud knock on the door. "Wake up we need you in the kitchen!" The person on the other side yelled. You groaned in annoyance and turned over, flipping open the covers and getting out of bed. The cold air hitting your feet and arms made you shiver, you opened the door to see Izzy standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes widen, he was surprised to see you come out of Duff's room. "Where's Duff?" He asked, rather rudely as he looked you up and down. He probably thought the same thing you panicked about this morning. "I don't know." You responded, "What do you need help with?" You asked as you stretched and yawned. "Well, Axl-..." "I didn't do fucking anything!" You heard Axl scream from the kitchen. The sounds of his pounding footsteps approached you and Izzy, "And if you tell Duff that-... Oh?" He paused when he saw that it was just the two of you and smirked at you. "Axl I'm gonna grind your balls on the cheese grater, nothing happened between us." You told him firmly, while pointing at him. He held his hands up in surrender with an even smugger look on his face and waltzed back to the kitchen.

In the end, Duff went out to get more food and booze. While he was gone you helped clean the mess Axl made in the kitchen, he someone caught the sink on fire when he wanted to 'cool off' and 'fix' his jet black, hard ashy bacon he conjured up. You also made them new breakfast and taught Axl how to properly cook bacon, he was very reluctant at first and cussed you out, but he soon had a laugh about it. "This is so fucking good." Steven sighed as he inhaled his breakfast "Can't you just stay here forever and make this every morning." He smiled, and his blonde hair bounced like popcorn popping in the microwave. "Yeah, and sleep with Duff every night" Axl's deep voice range over the table. You looked up to see him and Slash giggling with each other like two teenage girls. Izzy had a disgusted look on his face, and Duff started to go a bit red. "That's not what happened. Y/n slept in my room, and I slept on the couch. That's it." Duff cleared his voice, you were grateful, but you knew Axl couldn't help himself. "I need to call my manager. Can I use the phone?" You asked. Duff nodded and you stood up, so did he but he was heading for the bathroom. "That phone and my dick are the only thing that work in this damn house." Axl said as he dumped his dishes in the sink and tried to turn the tap. You rolled your eyes as you punched in the numbers of your manager.

"Hey, I got a band. They're sick. I just know they'll be the biggest thing ever." You spoke, you didn't say this just to make the guys favour you, you already knew that they are in the future. "I trust your intuition. We'll be able to get them a studio in a few months, it's a bit busy here. We might be able to get them into Sound City. How many members?" Your manager spoke. "Five" You answered, "That might take a bit longer then, sorry doll." He spoke. "But don't worry, we'll slot them in soon." "Thanks sir." You responded. "Oh, and your landlord called in 'cause he couldn't get hold of you, I can switch him over for you." He said. "Yes, thank you."

There was a beep, a pause, and a static crack. You heard your landlord cough up flehm, and his cigarette voice rang through the phone. "Who's this again?" He chewed. "Y/n? You called my work today." You answered. "Oh yeah, I had to throw your shit out. I got some high paying tenants coming in, sorry toots." And he hung up the phone.

You stood there with the phone in hand, shocked, your mouth slightly a gape, paralysed. Every emotion was rushing through you, anger was the biggest one. You could see now why there was a large hole in the wall next to phone, you wanted to punch something too. A swarm of fear and panic ran through your head, there was a loud ringing in your ear. You didn't even realise someone was calling your name, you snapped out of it, you felt a tear run down your cheek and wiped it away quickly. "Hey, you okay? What'd they say?" Axl asked as he dried one of the dishes. "Hm? Oh, yeah, he said we could get a studio in a few months. It's gonna be a private one just for you guys so that's why." You explained, trying not to burst into tears and hope they didn't notice. "Cool!" Slash said, as he pumped the air and shoulder bumped with Steven. "Excuse me a minute." You spoke and dashed out the front door. You felt sick, you wanted to throw up, your legs were shaking.

You sank to the steps of the front porch and put your head on your knees. "Shit." You choked back tears, you were thinking of all the things that are probably in some disgusting New York dumpster getting eaten by rats. Your polaroid's of friends, favourite clothes, shit your whole record collection, even the stuff your dead relatives gave you. It was all gone. You breathed hard, you didn't want to cry, you didn't want to panic. You already had enough of it, and it's only been a day. Your heart jumped when you heard the door open and one of the floorboards creak. "Yo, the guys are gonna head to a bar you wanna-... Oh shit." It was Slash. He hissed as he sucked in air, he didn't know what to do. "You okay?" "No, No, I'm fine. I just needed air." You coughed as you got up. He knew something was up, but you weren't budging and he didn't want to step over boundaries. "Hey babes, you going or not?... Shit, you look wrecked." But there was always Axl to step over the line for you. The ginger look confused, at you. Your eyes were red, ready to explode. "Does the place stink that much?" He laughed, but it was just silence. Awkward silence. Slash gave him a look. "Hey, sorry I-... what's wrong?" He put a hand on your shoulder and asked sincerely. "My landlord kicked me out..." You whispered quietly, "All my stuff is gone." You started to tear up thinking about it, and how embarrassing it was that you were about to cry in front of your new band. Slash came in to hug you, his hair covered your face so no one could see the stream of tears rolling down your cheeks. "Hey, hey, it's okay let it out. You can cry." His soft voice was like a lullaby. You rested your head on his chest as you sobbed and hugged him. Axl rubbed your back, making small jokes and flirts trying to lighten your mood. You tried your hardest to stop crying, you sniffed as you lifted your head off Slash's chest. "Thanks guys." You sighed a chuckle while wiping your face. "You can still come with us to the bar, it'll cheer you up. Promise." Axl said craning his neck over your shoulder to look at you. You exhaled and nodded a yes.

You washed your face before going out, and told Axl and Slash not to tell anyone. You just wanted to forget about it and drink. You dressed into a pair of black jeans, docs, a black white tank and your trusty leather jacket. You and the guys were downtown in a dark bar drink at 12 and it felt good honestly. You were sitting in a red leather booth, Axl next to you with his arm on top of the booth behind you, Steven on your other side, Slash, Izzy then Duff at the other end of the booth. You and Duff were on your 5th shot of Vodka, giggling about anything and nothing. You snapped out of it when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked to Steven, but it was Axl who had his arm looming over your shoulder from behind the booth seat. He had his hat on with sunglasses so you couldn't make direct eye contact with him but god his eyes were still pulling you in. "I was thinking... Why don't you stay with us?" You nearly spat out the drink that wasn't in your mouth. "Seriously?" "You still got your job don't ya? So, it won't take that long for you to get enough money to get your own place again. Besides, we'll be racking in your money sweetheart." He spoke nonchalantly as he waved his hand around. Did you really want to live in a hell hole with five stinky men? Five hot stinky men. You did have enough money to help them fix some of the things in their place, it would be a fair trade. They were also a joy to be around, and you had to get to know them better one way or another for this band thing to work. "What about the others-...?" You whispered to him, but he started to speak loudly to the rest of the group. "Give a round of applause to our new guest in the Hell House! We'll be eating like kings while she finds a new place." He rose his glass drunkenly, Steven and Duff clapped as Slash whooped. Duff stared at you with a big grin on his face. Either from excitement or alcohol. Izzy didn't look amused, he looked somewhat agitated, and he clutched his glass tighter till his knuckles went white. "Where will I sleep?" You asked the ginger. "You can always sleep with me babe. In more ways than one." His glasses fell to the bridge of his nose, and you could see his blue eyes, he winked and pushed them back up. You rolled your eyes. "It's fine, I'll buy my own mattress. Who knows how many different stains are on yours." You said. He punched your shoulder playfully and chuckled, you did too.

The rest of the day was you and the guys on a bar crawl, you laughed with all of them about different stories they told you, even with Izzy; after a few bottles of wine, he chuckled at your jokes. It was around 9, and everyone was smashed, smashed enough to still walk but not enough to use common sense. It was a miracle that Axl hadn't started a fight or Steven didn't throw up in someone's drink. You and Slash were on your way to pick up more drinks from the bar when some drunk guy came up and started flirting with you, he started coming closer. His breath stunk you physically stepped back and began cussing him out for it, but he didn't stop. Slash slightly stepped Infront of you, he was getting uncomfortable with this stranger's presence too. "Hey man, just back off." Slash warned. "What, and your skinny ass is gonna beat me up?" He drunkenly scoffed. He quickly grabbed your ass, dodging Slash's body in front of yours, Slash didn't have time to respond to the assault. Someone tapped the drunk man's shoulder, "You fucking bitch." It was Axl, he then swiftly sucker punched him square in the face. The man yelled, Axl grabbed his collar and started repeatedly bashed his face with his fist. A crowd started forming and bartenders yelled at him to get out. You and Slash started to pull Axl away from the man, "Ax get off him! You're gonna kill him!" You yelled at him. "That's the point!" He huffed as he was still reaching and grabbing for the man even though he was backing away, nearly unconscious and scared for his life. With the help from other strangers, you got Axl off him and all of you were kicked out. Axl was panting and still in a rage, yelling and screaming that he's going to finish that guy's ass. You finally got him to calm down with the help of Izzy.

The rest of the night Izzy didn't talk, he was furious, furious with you and Axl. Slash and Steven were worried about you and tried to comfort you, but you were okay, just startled. You didn't want to make a big deal of it. Duff felt the tension between Izzy and you, and he tried to explain that it wasn't your fault, but you told Duff to leave it. You didn't know why Izzy was out to get you, but you tried not to think too much about it. When you got home Izzy went straight to bed, so did Slash, Steven did too but only after he threw up in the toilet as you held his hair up. You sat by the small wooden table by the kitchen where you ate this morning and bandaged Axl's knuckles. "This might sting." You warned, as you patted a cotton pad with disinfectant on his knuckle. He hissed and wriggled, you could feel he was still agitated and angry. "That was a nice thing you did back there. Thank you." You told him. His eyes widened, he was surprised. "Next time just don't try kill the man." You said as you wrapped his hand. He gave a breathy laugh and smiled at you. "Nice boys don't play rock 'n doll darling." He scoffed light heartedly. There was pause. You waited for him to realise something. "Shit, that's a great fucking lyric." He got off the table and scavenged for a piece of paper and a pen. You rolled your eyes at him as you packed away the med kit you had in your bag. Axl soon went to bed after he scribbled aggressively and attentively on the paper. It was just you and Duff again. He took out a bottle of vodka from under the couch he had been saving, and you shared it. By the end of it the two of you were out of it, wobbly legs, slurred speech, couldn't think and couldn't speak. You both stumble into Duff's room and as soon as you hit the bed you were gone, Duff giggled and did the same. His one arm laid on your back and both pair of legs were sprawled out on the bed, and his feet dangling off the side of the bed. Soft snores were heard from the two of you, and loud ones from Slash's room as the whole house slept.

[minimumwagesoul]

throwaway post but like 🤡 ''EYYYIIIIKKEESSS!!!'' (shocked blue emoji)

🎀 ''It might have been that Kaufmo rated the most popular restaurant in Toronto… When you mew over your freaky point?''

🤡''What.''

🎀'' I just lost my dawg… And my brother taught me how to chase the bag… the day he lost his soul, wish i could take it back.. ''

(Abstracted KSIfmo fucking body slams them out of his room with a lunchly box. Raggedy Andy is pinned to the wall while XDCC accidentally presses the wrong emote.)

🎀 ''Woah, Ksifmo! Listen! TO THE CAINE, TO THE JAX TO THE ZOOB TO THE KINGER… Wheres 👑 thats my bling 💎 always trouble when i reign 😈.. 🗣️🗣️🔥SMASH THROUGH THE CEILING COZ IM REACHING FOR THE STAAAAAAAAA- ''

(Ksifmo interrupts her with a Viperslash fight sequence)

🎀'' Hey… Skibpomnidi?.. You think you can.. lower .. /Kaufmonster… How should I feel?/'s aura..? I understand if you skip ad, though.. ''

(XDCC tris to skip ad but gets a double ad and gets stunlocked.)

🤡'' FUCK.'

🤡'' ..I should of gotten an adblocker.'' (RUNS AWAY IN FNAF AGONY)

(Abstracted Ksifmo chases XDCC but trips over a lunchables, letting her get away with the quick time event.)

(Pomknee catches her breath and runs back to press E to interact with Ragaytha.)

getting the Gloinks

(Zestble screams in the hole. Theres a favorite mug down there.)

♟️'' Quick, Gayngle, summerize what happened off screen!''

🎭 '' GEDAGEDIGEDAGEDAYO TRAPPED US IN THEIR GEGAGEDIGEDAGEDAYO PRISON IN ROBLOX! THAT'S RIGHT! WE ARE TRAPPED IN THIS GEDAGEDI ROBLOX GAME! AND HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO ESCAPE! ''

♟️ '' So let me get this straight…Zooble's somewhere that's not what I would call Earth.. I'm seeing FREAKING dragons .. and - OH YEAH - I'm talking to a creeper Yeah, okay, that is something I do now. I'll probably FLY NEXT! ''

🎭'' WE HAD A BLAST PLAYING THIS GAME AND THEN EVEN REVEALED SOME CRAZY GEDAGEDIGEDAGEDAYO SECRETS!''

(Zestble is ordering the among us potion from inside the hole.)

♟️ '' Boy (gender neutral), we're gyatt very goon at this, skibidi? ''

(Jaxass is seen running.)

🐰 '' Ugh.. Like the FNF song.. ⇨⇦⇨⇧⇩⇩⇦⇧⇨⇩⇨⇦⇨⇧⇩⇩⇦⇧⇨⇩ ''

♟️ ''JEVIN!! We dug up atlantas. ''

🐰 '' I like men.''

🎭 ''OH NO! ITS THE NUGGET, GEDAGEDIGEDAGEDAGO! AHAHAHA! OHH OHH!" AND WE SANG THE GEDAGEDI SONG OVER AND OVER IN THIS VIDEO! ''

🐰 '' Hows Ksifmo? He's doing great, In fact, I think he'S recording His new musIc video. In the sick of it, i Think. ''

♟️ '' Well, it's good to know he hasn't completely lost his ability to make music!''

(Distant 'im in the thick of it' in the distance and Jaxass reaches to covers his ears.)

🐰 '' He gyattually asked me to rizz you this.. '' (he throws the bowling ball backwards, causing all 3 of them to spin around and fll in the hole in accident)

(the scene cuts to them falling down at mach 5 speed before jax puts down a water bucket and saves them and also because im not writing all of that also Muffet undertales there)

♟️ ''An incell collection? ''

🎭 ''I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONY 🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🌈💖🦄🐬🎀🌸🐬''

♟️'' (SCREAM.) ''

going back to ragatha later my back hurts

[andiv3r-gravity-falls]

Pinned post! :3

Gravity falls sideblog for @andiv3r

Warning(?) I ship Billford AND Fiddauthor / Ford² EDIT: AND NOW STANCEST TOO. DUNNO HOW THAT HAPPENED BUT IT DID AND IT'S NOT GOING AWAY I'M HYPERFIXATED ON THAT ONE, WHOOPS. So if any of that bothers you either block the tags for those ships or get Out! Thanks!

List of my favourite posts under the cut.

Random

Codes!!

Magic 8 ball (i'm crying)

Bring Ford (im going to claw my skin off)

ALEX NO

Theraprism Escape

Stan and Ford are so alike it makes me sick

Dipper misunderstands a term

Ffiddleford... oauayghb

How do triangles reproduce??

Jhohhh my god......

Theme song every other beat... both of em..

How (not) to draw gruncle stan

Daddy issues

Alex i cant believe you said this

Bill >:)

ARO FORD AND MABEL <3

Fics!!!

My favourite fic i've ever read (goldilocks)

Outfits

Mabel!

Adult mabel & dipper

Stans!!

AUs / Headcanons

Ford Joined Bill During Weirdmageddon

Android Bill

Chronic Pain Ford

Fidds "Saves" Ford (op i am in yuor walls)

Needed to save this one

Trans Fiddleford & Stanford

Oh god..dipper....

Im abour to cry so hard i puke

THE MAGNUD ARCHIVEF

You do,t.understand,i'm sobbing(stargazing)

Alone Together

Billford Saves

Cover Ford In Blood Yippeeeeeeee

Dont bite him u freakk

Ford Measuring Bill

They're both monsterfuckers

This one

I laughed so fucking hard i love this

Isosceles triangles don't have right angles

Hoh my god LICKING HIM???ghfg

STOP LICKING HIM FJDJFHFFG

Starman

U think u can jst break up with me. Stupid

Hohhgh my fucking god

Yeah

Corrections

You'll Be Back Animatic (holy FUCCKKKK)

Ohhb the cutiesss

Yesss measure that triangle

Ford² Saves

Iouh my GOD fuck

Oaauygh good Ford² content

MORE good ford²content

Ford is fucking dense

Gut-wrenching. I am going to cry.