#im so fucken cold

[imchronicallydepressed]

Update: I'm losing the lights in my car and I'm fucken freezing.

$85 to get towed to a parking lot less then a mile away. I'm gonna scream

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?

[the-biornicles]

it's fucken wimdy

[lynxalon]

ive set a monday alarm to go to the doctor because im so fucking depressed i cant imagine anything worthwhile about tomorrow so. wish me luck babes im gonna try really hard to go at all, for a referral to a new psyche+maybe therapist i desperately need meds

[petorahs]

personal but there comes to a point in my shipping where if i like it for long enough i come up with an otp tag for it and theres no set time for this but i really cant wait to know what my mind comes up with for shuake.

[coridallasmultipass]

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[michaela-o]

Random things i think Cybertronians would find adorable about humans~♡ Pt. 2

1. Us getting scared by small things

Humans jumping or screaming at a bug, sudden noise, or a scare prank would probably seem hilarious to the bots, who would be 100% amused by how easily humans can be startled. I bet MANY bots would take advantage of this when there would be a lil human on the lost light. Bots like Whirl, Trailbreaker sometimes Swerve that would like to scare the human despite them telling him not to.

Ya all know the vine video? With guy that goes: "Aaah stoop im gonna drop my criossant."

Yes that XDD

2. Us getting lost even with maps or GPS

I personally have terrible sense of direction and orientation (*p_q*) And some bots catching humans struggle with directions, even with GPS, would be both puzzling and funny to them. They always wonder how humans get lost so easily. But come on give the lialison a break the lost light is fucken HUGE.

3. Getting “hangry”

I mostly get tired when i'm hungry but when im also irritated i become hangry. I think bots would find humans getting irritable when they’re hungry both funny and perplexing to them who might see it as an amusing “malfunction” due to our a basic need.

4. Human body “glitches”

Hiccups, sneezes or random muscle twitches and similar reflexes would be entertaining to the bots, who’d find these involuntary responses both weird and amusingly unpredictable especially when we tell them that we can't control them. Get ready to be friendly bullied for this by some of the bots.

Human sitting over on Swerve's bar counter: *sneezes*

Whirl: What the frag was that sound? A sparkling's war cry?

Human: ( ｡ớ︿ờ)

5. Collecting random souvenirs

Humans collecting small souvenirs, like seashells, keychains, or mugs from places they visit, would be amusing to Cybertronians, who might see it as an odd way of marking memories. Since from what i was reading in comics i didn't see any bots do this and i think they would find this pretty adorable. Almost like we materialize memories.

We are all like crows :3

6. Huddling for warmth

When humans instinctively huddle together or bundle up in thick layers when we're cold. Bots would simply find it cute amd definitively have to fight the yrge to just- squish-

Our need to find warmth and the cozy solutions we come up with would seem quaint and endearing (*´˘`*)

7. Gathering in groups for safety

The way we instinctively form groups, especially in unfamiliar or intimidating and scary situations would be both cute and a bit amusing to bots who might see it as humans’ way of finding strength in numbers despite their physical smallness. But we find great comfort in it ( *^艸^*)

8. Soothing or hugging each other in stress

When we instinctively comfort each other with hugs or reassuring words would be adorably puzzling to the bots, who’d find it endearing that humans can find peace in such small, gentle gestures. I bet a bot that is visibly sad would be pretty surprised when the human lialison comes up to them and just hug their servo and ask if they want to talk about it. It personally makes me happy when i can comfort and help someone in need ( ｡ớ ᴗờ)

9. Making eye contact to connect

Humans instinctively make eye contact to establish trust or share feelings, which many bots would find very intimate, sincere and honest because it shows how deep the personal nature of human connection can go ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ )

(bots getting lost in human's eyes is one of my guilty pleasures)

10. Fighting for what’s important

We humans naturally stand up for our values, friends, and families, often driven by an instinct to protect or defend what we love. I think bots would find this fierce loyalty and bravery adorably noble for such a small species such as us. I even think that many would take us for an example in this (｡>ㅅ<｡)

11. Helping others instinctively

Cybertronians would likely find this endearing that humans instinctively help each other out—whether holding open a door, picking up dropped items, or offering support without being asked. This is the very nature that makes us human (*´▽`*)

12. Blushing when embarrassed or flustered

The way our cheeks turn pink or red when we're shy, embarrassed, or flustered would be extremely cute to the bots, who’d see it as a “giveaway” that adds to our vulnerability and the fact that we just can't hide our emotions makes us very emotionaly transparent is just straight up adorable.

13. The way the human brain is so simple

I personaly am very simple human being and i find many stupid and simple things funny and laugh at them. I think because of this many bots would find us very innocent and adorable

(｡>▽<｡)

AAAAARRRGH there's so many other things i wanna write but i decided to make part two of this bc i enjoy writing this stuff. Dis a good soup :33

(i might add a small masterlist to my pinned post :3)

[v1x3n]

TIME TRAVEL ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - angst - torture, mockery, threats, drunk creeps, harassing, tension, blood.

─ previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter ─

A quick yet cold splash to the face awoke you, you cough as your face splattered with freezing water, you jolt up and choke. “Mornin” a rough voice sounds from beside you. You peer over and see Johnny McTavish, “how’d you sleep, bonnie?” he mockingly sneers. “Fuck you” you spit at him, look down at the floor you had passed out on, the dried blood and the water spilled all over below you, you grip onto the floor and slowly look up, meeting your eyes with the door in the corner, you could see prices beefy build standing there on the other side of the bars that held you in this room. The gaps through the metal you could make out a stern yet upset face , one that you gotten used to when you had helped him ease his worries after a harsh mission, or when you had gotten hurt and he was dreadfully worried for you. You sometimes thought that maybe he was nicer and cared more about you than others but you know now that wasn't true - it couldn't be fucking true if this is how he treated you when one fucking person accused you of being the traitor.

Johnny glances over at price then his gaze arrives back at you, “divnt look at ‘im, look at me.” your eyes move down to the floor as you choke once more, a string of saliva drips from your mouth and platters onto the floor, your breath smelt like vomit, you scowl at the memories of last night. Prices fist clenches at the look of you, so so scared. Johnny's hand is brought to your jaw as he bends down, forcing you to look up at him, “are ye gunna talk?” Your continued silence was enough to make him wince. His fingers dug into your jaw, you whine at him and continue looking at him. Trying to make yourself seem the tiniest bit strong - even for one moment, but you knew he saw the nervous, scared look you had in your eyes. “It's not me!” you shout out, your eyes moving back to the spot where price has stood just moments before but he had vanished. You felt like you were almost hallucinating, between this and your dreams - your fucking stupid dreams - you felt like you were going insane. The only thing keeping you sane right now was the pure pain, it kept you realize that you were alive. Still fucking alive, living through all of this shit they are putting you through. 

You spit on his face, the small collection of saliva in your mouth manages to spew out onto him, he scoffs at you before swiping it off. “Fucken hell, lass.” that mocking glare peers into you, a sense of danger swells into your heart. “Let.” you shout, “me.” your voice gets louder after each work, “out!” you scream, trying to push him away from you, his breath hot on your face while he forces you closer, almost cheek to cheek. “Keep fucken shoutin’ nd yer gunna lose yer tongue.” the man sighs onto your cheeks. 

You shut up real fast, lips sealed and you glare at him, he steps up whilst realizing your jaw from his tight grip. Johnny stands above you and peers down at you. “Sit up” demanding whilst grabbing some pliers from his left pocket, he bends down - waiting for you to obey his command. 

Your knees are weak as you fumble, trying your hardest to get up but as you see the pliers you instantly freeze, “wait wait wait!” you panic, trying to back up. Your mutilated hand gripping onto behind you to scoot away. “Awh bonnie, don't be scared” he chuckles, grabbing onto your hair once more, forcing you closer, shards of hair ripping out as he pulls you by the scalp. He drags your hair back so you're looking up into his eyes, one of his rough hands on your head whilst the other holds onto the tool. “Open up, lassy” Johnny's harsh smile pulls a deep concern deep into your heart.

If you felt like you were in danger before who knows what the fuck you were feeling now.

His soul scarring smirk as he tortures one of his best friend is un-fucking-godly. “I said open up.” his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you, the pliers spin around and he brings the handle to your lips, forcing them apart. Your jaw opened by force by the tool, johnny eyes meet with yours as your stomach sinks. “Keep it open, jus’ like tha’” you decide to comply - too scared for what he would do if you wouldn't, you held your mouth wide open, eyes squeezed closed to prepare yourself for what johnny was about to do. The tool brings close towards your mouth and it chips at your front teeth, a spark of your tooth hits the ground. 

Your knees scrape against the floor as you unconsciously squirm away, he grips onto your scalp further, pulling your hair so you were kneeled in the position you were earlier. The pliers hit your tooth and create a clinking sound, the tool pulls onto it. Eyes squeezing together as the tooth pulls out and blood pools from the gum, “Aye” the man in front of you grunts and holds onto the tooth with his gimmick. Johnny's expression did not change as he ripped out your tooth, his smile plastered onto his face with a concentrated expression - simply watching his friend and past coworker pull teeth from the person he cared about. A trail of garnet lingering through your saliva and you spit out onto the floor - well, you try too but with Johnny holding your head back. The wetness trails down to your chin and down your neck, the blood mixing with your spit. You stayed silent as the pliers held up with your torn tooth. “Atta girl” he sneers once more and his hand detaches from your hair as his posture straightens up. 

That night had started off easy but soon it turned into hours on torture, the one memory replayed in your mind as johnny harmed you, over and over. Trying so desperately to get information out of you but you obviously wouldn't - and couldn't - say anything. The memory you kept repeating was after a long mission. You and the rest of the taskforce decided to go out for a few drinks at the closest bar. Long story short - all of yous were pissed. 

That night yous laughed around a small table and passed banter along to one another. You fumble over to the bar and bend over the counter, almost yelling over your thoughts running through your head. Then some fucking creep comes over and starts talking to you. 

God, you felt his eyes trail your body as his hand moved down your arm, you flinch back and politely mutter, “oh uhm s-sorry but i have a..boyfriend.” you lie but he ignores your almost plea and he gets closer towards you, “c’monn… he doesn't haf t’ know” he slurs - clearly tipsy. You gulp and back up, looking over at your table to say if anyone was looking. But the table had one person missing, john. Eyebrows furrow and you back up slightly, only to be stopped by a large frame, before you could turn around you heard his booming voice, “he bothering you, sweeth’art?” the gross man in front of you eyes widens, he steps away from you. “N-no he's okay,” you mumble, looking up at the man behind you. His furious face was kinda hot, but you were too focused on how his rough hand moves to your waist. “No need f’ a fight, hm? Leave the bar and get yourself home,” John smiles.

Before the man could speak, John growls, “if I see you talking t’ my girl again, you'll get your tiny cock cut off.” a dangerous smile plastered on his face as the tipsy man trembles away from both of yous and eventually out the bar doors.

“You seriously okay?” he peers down at you, his hands still lingering on your skin. “Oh yeah!” you smile, turning around to look up at him, “thanks, you uhm- you didn't need t’” a layer of blush covers your cheeks and your eyelashes flutter as you look up at him. “Couldn't let that disgusting bastard touch you up like tha’” a distant shout from the table you were sitting at earlier interprets you and john's conversation, a scottish voice, “oi! Yous two quit flirtin’! Ye’are two drinks behind!!” another swarm of blush fills your cheeks and you two move back over to the table. 

You wish time travel was invented, maybe you would travel to that bar on that night, or maybe you would travel to before you met them - start it all over or change choices in your life. Ones that wouldn't end in betrayal and your heart broken. The things you would give to rewind this all. 

You gasp and reach out as John holds a dagger to your throat, “last chance” he dares - holding onto your jaw to hold you up whilst he knees behind you. His breath was hot on the back of your neck which in any other situation but this time it scared you. But after all he needed you to fear him. “We both know it's easier if you start talking, told you before. Last chance.” spitting at you and the dagger gently digs into your skin, creating a small slit. Your head leans back to try to get away from the pain but his strong grip on your jaw keeps you steady. The blade digging into you, almost too deep, “you have five seconds or i'm done with you.” after a few weeks you had finally given up. 

“Five” 

Your heart thumps, was he really going to do this?

“Four” 

Trying to squirm away from him yet once more his grip grew stronger. 

“Three” 

John's hand tightened on the weapon he had in front of your throat.

“Two” 

His voice grew deeper as the blade stings, drops of blood trails down your neck and onto your bare chest.

“One” 

Two hearts beat in that room as you were about to have your throat slit but John hesitates. 

Just as he went too, Kyle stomps into the room, “w-wait no stop!” the blade backs from your throat and the man backs up, “she-” Kyle breathes heavily - obviously trying to catch his breath. It was very clear he had just ran here. “She's not the traitor- w- was framed” Kyle's hands go down to his knees as his breathing slows down. You cough and hands fall to the floor as blood drops from the cut on your neck. Your face looks down at the floor and your hand reaches to your neck to stop the blood. John backs up and straightens himself out, staring down at the body before him trying to stop the blood. 

“Oh.”

[citrusbarking]

THE FULL STORY IN ONE PART VERSON :3

Country son who was basically raised by his farmer dad alone, his ma died during labour so he has always been his dad’s special lil bud, never more then fatherly tho. But cause of this be raised his kid to be underlyingly emotionally spoiled by his dad and unable to share him, so when his dad hired a young handsome farmhand and was all close with him. It.made.him.sick.

it was only made worse by the fact the farm hand was obviously sweet on his pops…giving him those eyes, always following him around like a pup, drinking out of the same flask as him and savouring the taste….it was driving him mad, especially when he saw the way his old man seemed to notice and not call him out.

One day the boys tolerance hit the fan after finding his dad and the farmhand wearing his fathers prized Stetson hat…getting cozy in the barn, his dad watching him bent over the tractors engine, standing right behind him while whispering in his ear and pointing to parts…the son could tell that the farm boy wasn’t fixing shit. So….he “accidentally” put something in the lemonade he made them, only in the farmhands ofc, he could never disrespect his pa like that <3

So when the farmhand eventually collapsed the Dad assumes the poor kid just got heatstroke and drove him home. So once he arrives back at this farm already feeling upset and not in the mood for bullshit he notices his son…the boy in the his Dads prized Stetson hat looking cold and upset he sighed.

“aight boy, you know damn well you ain’t supposed to be wearin that. What’s gotten into yer? Yer inside for heavens sake. Have some respect-“ he began lecture, the man’s bushy brows furrowed only to be cut off by his sons whine.

“why don’t you ever treat me like that huh? All sweet and lovin…” he began, taking the hat off and holding it close “im your son..not him…stop lovin on him like that! You don’t need his help you got me old man!” He began to ramble, glaring and hugging the hat but his Father grunted and cut him off.

“boy..listen that’s a different kind of lovin….its been so long since your ma passed and well…the farmhands sweet on me kid…he is givin me a kinda loving I ain’t have since your ma passed…im lovin on him like a lover.”he softly said getting on his level on the couch….

“And why can’t you give that lovin to me?!” The son snapped, his voice almost pleading now. “Why is it only meant for your lover?! I-I could do better than him!! Plus-plus I’m more like ma then he is!” He was cut off-

”boy. No.” His father demanded, once again getting cut off, the tension rising

The almost growl in his pops voice made the son flinch , but he continued to hold his stance. “Why not? Why is the only person who’s allowed to get that type of affection from you your lover? What’s so wrong with me getting that too?”

and like that…the fathers patience just…snapped

“Yea? Yea you want me to give you a lovers affection?” The older, bigger man near growled….yanking the hat from his son’s hands and shoving it onto his head….

“you asked for this.”

His father doesn’t say a word to the boy as he suddenly yanks the the sons legs up and throws him over his shoulder, not even giving him the privilege of at least walking in instead of being carried. He didn’t know what the hell had gotten into the damned kid but he was set on scaring the boy into line.

“You want me to love on ya kid? Your so fuckin instant on your fathers lovin touch eh?” The father growled, his thick arm, strong with years of working and breaking in much bigger things than his son, easily holding the boys legs in place.

The man continued down the hall to his modest bedroom and threw the now flustered and nerves racked boy down on the bed. “Y-yea! Yea damn right I do! Don’t you want your son to be happ—“ the sons usual manipulative spiral was cut off by his fathers tough hand over his mouth.

“shuttup. Your getten what you fucken begged for boy. You wanna be my lover so damned bad so getting treated like it. And I don’t take back chat from my own damned heifers” his father growled while his hand tightened, his southern accent thickening with a cocktail deep rage something else. The boys eyes where wide and taken aback, his father was a firm but big oaf with him normally, gentle while spoiling him with so much attention…it was complete whiplash but he wasn’t one to back down.

his father could easily recognise it in the boys hardheaded determination in the boys eyes. “Stubborn, just like your old man. Heh” he sighed with a slightly exasperated chuckled, he leaned closer and growled into the boys ear “so damned set in getting what you want eh boy? Dont you get what’s gonna happen to your boy..” he grunted, easily lifting and twisting the boy around on the bed so he is laying on his tummy..

“I’m gonna breed ya in the damned bed you were made in kiddo…if your so determined that you’d be a good lover cause your more like your ma” he pushed his head into the pillows, a panicked little noise coming from the younger boy “then maybe I should fuck you the same way I did the night I knocked her up yea? on the same damned mattress. In the same position… breed you with the same seed your made out of…” his voice reverberated in the boys ear, his final statement punctuated with the sound of his belt unbuckling…

In one swift movement he yanked the boy to the edge of the bed, a deep fearful whirlwind starting in boys gut made him second guess himself about this, he just wanted to alll his dads love and attention like he always had but..this..this felt to far…His heart was racing, knowing that this was crossing a line he should never have approached but before he could calmly tap out he felt his pants and briefs hit the floor.

“wait-wait dad-I’m sorry- never mind I’m sorry!-“ he began to beg and kick a little only to be cut off by his face being pushed into the pillows from behind. The soild feeling of the front of his fathers thighs pressed against the back of his was gut churning, he hit the mattress and tried to get free but he was completely trapped as his father thick arm wrapped around his torso and raised his legs as his back was in a perfect little arch. The father whistled “jeez boy….maybe I should be thanken ya kiddo…been a long time since iv seen a sight like this…lets see just how much you’ve taken after your ma.” He muttered, freeing his arm to thumb open the shamefully wet slit between his sons shaking thighs, his kids muffled protests and panicked tap outs got more frantic..with a harsh open palmed slap to the boys soft butt he reminded him “oi. Remember….you asked for this.” He gruffed in his fatherly tone, sliding two thick fingers inside his little boy.

He slowly started pumping them, the plush gummy walls of his own kid clenching and begging for more as the boy cried for less…. “Atta boy! See? Look at ya….fuck…breakin in just as easy as your ma did…” he praised and let go of the boys hair..

Pleasure started to slowly build in his stomach. It felt so good, but the knowledge of what he was doing to his own father was making him feel guilty, which only made the pleasure burn even more.

“Is this..is this how you acted with m-mama?” The boy whimpered through blubbering lips…his tummy twisting the fingers where suddenly removed, a void he wanted stuffed. “D-dad?” He whimpered before, in one sudden harsh stroke his dad buried himself balls deep into his little boy, the stretch made him cry out in pained surprise.

his pace was harsh and rymathic “I don’t want you whining about me loving on the farm boy again after this or next time you’re on your knees in front HIM. Got it?” he growled through moan strained pants, sliding nearly the full way out then plunging all the way back, his head kiss his own sons cervix at a unforgiving pace. Hitting all the right spots in the slick tight walls. Soon he became undone was deep moans and gunts.

all the ruined kid could manage was a string of “ah-ah-ah” and singing the word dad over and over between sobs, his thighs shaking and clenching, he could feel where his dads cock hit every time. The boys noises started to run together as the pleasure started to burn hotter and hotter in his stomach. He gripped onto the sheets and anything else he could grab tighter, his breathing getting quicker and louder as suddenly he spasmed around his dads thick cock. Screaming his dad’s name through it, sobbing. The sudden tightness and sight of his own boys cummies just….completely blanked his mind as he made a final swift plunge into the boys cervix, his seed filling him…it had been years since he came…it over flowed the boys beaten womb…..

after a couple seconds of hazy glory the older man sighed slowly pulled out of his shaken and broken in boy “shh..shhh easy now..atta boy…” he whispered gently turning him onto his back “deep breaths….g-god dammit..” he groaned seeing the pleasure drunk look on his boys face “Your not..meant to want this..this was meant to be a reality check bud…not..feed into your perversion” he whispered almost shamefully, it was no use though…his dad came inside……now he wound have his dad all to himself..forever <3

[blankwashed]

TOJI FUSHIGURO - SLUTTIN’ IN THE CAFE

“mmm yes cling on to me baby, you’re so fucking wet for me y’know?” he tightens his grip around your neck. “ma fucken’ slut aren’t ya? drippin’ wet before the store closes, before daddy can feast on ya….”

your only reply was to yell moan at the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. his large hands were snaking up your shirt, cold hands touching your hot flesh making you shriek. you needed him, you needed his thick cock sliding down your throat as you gasp for more.

“s-so cold…” you mumbled, just a whisper to him. toji smirked at how fucked up you were at this point. breathless, dripping and shameless. the shutters to the cafe weren’t brought down yet, giving a possibility to whoever would walk pass the store late at night.

“ya like it don’t cha? hmm?” he peppered kisses on your neck to your sternum. “wanna be a little public swinger, huh?”

you were lost for words, eyes and mouth drooling with tears and saliva. all you could do was to nod, unsure of what he would do next. looking into his green alluring eyes that hinted on years of experience and wisdom. they were telling you a story that only you could fulfil.

toji’s smirk darkened and licked his lips sensually, “but all of this..” he referred to your clothed body, “is mine. no one else gets to see what you have beneath your clothes other than me, doll.”

he didn’t like how you were silent and gave your ponytail a tug, making you yelp. “c’mon doll, you can do better than that can’t you? show daddy how he’s making ya feel,” toji continues as his face was centimetres away from yours. your heart was beating so fast as if it was on a race track and you were sweating with drops trickling from your forehead.

you tried to unleash yourself from his grasp, only inches away from him. as each button was removed, you noticed his breath was getting heavier and louder, as if he was a jaguar ready to pounce on its prey…before he stopped you.

“leave ya apron on, doll.”

confused, you followed his orders, stripping yourself naked except for the pink frilly hello kitty apron.

“…like this, daddy?” you asked, timidly but also clearly flustered. toji nodded and lifted your chin up with his hand, “perfect, kitten.” he said.

you suddenly were anxious, worried that security or the boss of the cafe were to step in unannounced. your eyebrows furrowed and you bit your lip while looking back and forth from the windows to toji.

he noticed your worry but only gave out a chuckle, “doll, im not going to close the doors tonight. because….you’ve been a bad, bad girl..”. you were confused, bad? what did you do today? all you did was serve drinks and cakes to the customers.

“b-but daddy, i didn’t do anything!” you tried to voice out but all that came out was a squeak. your unoccupied hands were playing with the frills of your apron.

“oh where should i start, doll?” he brought his hands to your waist, bringing you closer to him, ass facing his cock. he ground his hard cock against your dripping hole, making you whimper. “you were wearing a low-cut shirt today, weren’t cha? were you trying to tease me or to get me angry huh doll?” he growled into your ear.

it was true, you did wear the low-cut tee to tease him but you didn’t know this was what you were going to get. “s-sorry daddy! n-no more, i wont do it anymore i promise! i’ve learnt my lesson, please dadd-!” you cried out as loud as you could. as you were whimpering, toji gave your round ass a loud smack.

“AH!” your tears flowing even more at the impact of his hand.

“this has happened to you before my sweet doll, haven’t you learnt your lesson yet? or are ya trynna get daddy angry again?” he leans closer to your face after turning you around. gripping your face with his hands, you were able to see each detail of his muscular face.

you knew that the only way you were able to make him forget about your misbehaviour was to suck his cock. but..with the windows and door unlocked?

it doesn’t matter to you anymore whether anyone saw your public display of sex. if you don’t please daddy, he’s going to ruin you. kneeling down on nothing else other than the cafe’s floors, you brought down his jogger pants, always a choice for toji who has a thicc dick. its loose enough to hide his dick when he’s hard.

“fuckin’ slut…only thing you wanna do is suck me off, don’t you? such a fuckin’ slut, should tie you to my dick next time…” this wasn’t his protest but it made you salivate more. toji brought his hands to grasp your hair into a pony tail again, “girl, i think you’ve got to bring your hair up more next time..its going to make everything easier y’know?”

nodding, you started to take inches of him into your throat. his cock was hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag and make sounds that were music to his ears. “faster, bitch. and use ya hands..do i have to teach ya everythin’ again?” he mocked you while you were a slobbering mess, eyelash fallen to god knows where.

your mind only had past memories of toji cumming right on your pussy, your stomach, your face, your bed, you name it. it was fuel for you to help him teach his peak. on the other hand, you felt so dirty having his rough hands around your private parts. his tongue drooled on the pink nub of your pussy.

he’s nose deep into your soft pussy folds. “oh daddy, when have you not made me feel good?” you let out a sigh while letting his cock out of your mouth. you were unruly at this point, with only one goal in your mind, to make him cum all over your face.

toji was having his hands in your hair, bringing your face closer to his torso. the veins of his cock, bulging, ready to burst at any time. the cold air from the air-conditioning hitting your perky nipples, making them irresistible to toji.

“mmm daddy, cum already…my mouth’s tired..” you pouted, mouth away from his dick but your hands still jacking him off.

“ya’ sure? want me to cum already, dirty slut? c’mere” toji aligned himself, millimeters away your ass. he also knows how much you love it when he smacks your ass, he gropes and places his fingers through your hole. as he pummeled his cock deep into you, you let out throat screams of “ow!” and “ahh!”s.

“too much fo’yah, kitten? gotten so tight..stranglin' daddy's cock” he smirked and continue drilling till you became limp in his hands.

it was too much for you, the public sex, his large hands touching your skin. “fuck daddy…i’m coming, please please let me cum daddy!” you shouted while trying to grip onto any of his flesh in your reach. “same here, doll. we come at the same time mmkay?” he sped his hips up and grabs plush of your breast in his hands. the pain brought you to an overdrive, making you reach your climax almost immediately.

“floor, slut. lemme cum on your face, what a dirty slut…cumin’ before me huh..” he pushed you down into a sitting position and aimed his cock in front of your face. your feeble hands were trying to assist him but were whacked away by him. his eyes were closed and breathing was ragged when he splurged over your tiny face.

with your eyes closed, you licked your lips for the taste of his cum. toji chuckled, “c’mon. im sure the security guards are patrolling soon. and remember, your body is only mine.”

i couldn’t sleep i needed to finish this. this was a fantasy of mine when i was working in a cafe as a waitress fr :3 sometimes it got so boring with the lack of customers, my mind just goes places.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Everytime you meet one of the Ignis I get so excited. WINDY IS HERE WOOO!!!!

LIKE. i was gonna watch a big episode batch last night but instead i watched ep 55, got cold clocked by windy into next week, and then my whole evening got derailed HJFDHJDFS EVERY IGNIS THEY WHEEL OUT IM LIKE. OK NOW THIS IS THE REAL DANAGUY GAME. WINDY'S SO FUNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

FANTASTIC DUB VOICE. JITTERY LITTLE FREAK. I LIKE HIM

IT FUCKEN WIMDY

[hobgobbin]

My power has been out for 2 days and everything in my freezer and fridge either has gone or is going bad

I can't edit the post bc my data is super spotty but comms are OPEN bc im gonna need money to replace all my food when I get power back which tbh could be anywhere from when I wake up tomorrow to sometime around Christmas according to some news sources

If you're interested pls dm me or email me at draemoryn@gmail.com !!

Pls note I won't be able to start any comms until power is back bc I can't use my laptop unless it's plugged in

✨ Commission Queue ✨ More Art Examples ✨ DM Me to claim a slot !

✅ Will Do: ✅ Humanoid, Anthro, Beasts and Creatures, OC/Canon & Self Ship, Blood/Gore, NSFW ❌ Wont Do: ❌ Anything Hateful, Incest/Adult/Minor ships/nasty shit like that, Ferals, Mecha, Genshin Impact (OCs are a maybe), Many Hardcode Kinks ✨ I may decline any commission due to personal discomfort ✨ Extra charges may be added for complexity of characters

CURRENT STATUS: CLOSED

[yanderu-deredere]

omg im so into the werewolf yanderes loool im sorryyy they're all so fucken funny and cute! my fav so far is leonard! id let him boss me into fucking him literally any day of the week FOR SURE

a/n: YOU'RE TOO NICE LOL don't let leonard boss you around! if you give him an inch, he'll take the whole six inches! (get it LOL read the fic if you dont get it lmao)

warning: reader has male parts and pronouns, leonard doms from the bottom, reader gets ridden a little, dubious consent

leonard lowell ★ profile

"C'mon, put more effort into it, fuck." Leonard finally just pushes his ass into your hips, tired of you taking your time "Fuck me like you mean it!"

You just groaned, pressing your forehead into the middle of his back as you felt his walls strangle your cock "L-Leooo, you've literally sucked all the cum out of meee..."

Instead of accepting that as an answer, Leonard just shoved you away, screaming in frustration like you'd personally done something to offend him.

Which, to him, was a crime punishable by death.

You let yourself fall back into the bed, just relieved to be free of the overstimulation, your aching cock twitching in the cold breeze of the room.

Surprisingly, it was still half erect, valiantly trying to stay up.

Unfortunately, Leonard wasn't heading to the restroom like he usually would after fucking you into the ground (or, more accurately, forcing you to fuck him into the ground).

He was straddling you, his fingers grasping your throbbing cock.

"No, no, no, Leo, please." You tried to plead half-heartedly, your hips involuntarily jerking up as he pumped your dick once, twice before sinking onto your cock.

You both moaned at the same time; you a bit more pathetically than Leonard.

Then, his lips were on yours, tongue wet and kiss messy like always. That was who Leonard was; always taking, always fucking, pushing, never letting anyone's way go but his.

Regrettably, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[asteraegis]

long time no post. im still drawing i just cant be fucked to remember i have a blog.

anyway i be drawin my bnuuy as a child lately. my internet has been down due to the cold and living in the fucken boondocks so heres just photos of my puter screen.

[pulpfanfiction]

ok ok. favorite song. favorite sandwich. favorite type of cold drink. favorite body part NOT sexual. favorite bug. favorite post of yours

what did i do (positive) to deserve this barrage of questions.

felt like vacation by bomb the music industry. but also this is fucking sophies choice

i love an Italian grinder. there's a grinder from a local deli that has olive relish on it that goes crazy. alternative choice is this from a different local place

im an ice water girly. but i love many a cold drink. cold brew. unsweetened iced tea or perhaps an Arnold Palmer. a fucken brewski. can't go wrong with a cold bev.

insane question. tummy

the humble weevil

i don't like any of those fuckin things. probably this one though because i can still see that dream so vividly in my mind. the detail of looking down the scope and it could only zoom up to the end of the barrel still makes me giggly

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.5- This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Warnings: Profanity, smoking, drug usage, death

Y/n’s outfit (Except for the shoes sorry lads😓 & imagine it with some black stockings if u want)

I didn’t spell check sorry guys!!😭

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Day 5, 1986

“Hey is it cool if i go to a concert tonight?” Y/n asked Duff, turning to look at him as they sat and watched TV.

“Who’s playing?” He asked looking at his little sister.

“I’m not sure… Fru just invited me” She said furrowing her eyebrows, realize she doesn’t even know who she’s gonna be watching.

“Huh” Duff said “Your going with that Fru kid?”

“Who else? He’s the only person i know here who’s not associated with you” she laughed and nudged him.

Duff rolled his eyes “I don’t know Y/n…”

“Comon please! I’ll tell you if any shit happens” She begged him, she really wanted to go with John, plus she had already agreed!

“I just- Fuck” Duff sighed, remembering what Izzy had told him. “Okay, fine you could go”

“Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!” The girl said, smiling brightly at her brother.

“Im trusting you Y/n” Duff said, narrowing his eyes at Y/n.

“And thank you for doing that, it means a lot” She smiled at him.

Duff felt proud of himself at that moment, returning a smile at the girl looking up at him. But he couldn’t shake the concern of letting Y/n out on the streets of LA. At night to add.

“i’m gonna get ready. Mandy you wanna help me choose something out?” Y/n turned over to look at the blonde girl, who almost jumped out of her seat at that question.

“Oh my god yes yes yes Y/n! Let’s go!” She said getting up, grabbing Y/n’s hand.

Duff laughed at the two girls, surprised that Y/n asked Mandy to help her out, but happy that the two women he loved were spending time together.

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Mandy said, sitting on Slash’s bed.

“I’m not sure, something cute but not too much you know?”

Mandy crossed her legs, “I see, what are you options?”

Y/n looked around her bag, pulling out two options, first a pair of black, more fitted jeans than she usually wears, paired with a off the shoulder- cropped long sleeve. Then a cropped Misfits baby-tee, paired with a black mini skirt.

“I was thinking either of these” she said laying them out on her bed.

Mandy stood up to look at her options, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Okay I love that skirt, but what if you switch this shirt- with this shirt” Mandy said switching the misfits shirt with the black long sleeve.

“God you’re smart, should i try it on?” Y/n said, looking up at her brothers girlfriend.

“Yes! Give me a little fashion show” Mandy laughed as she clapped her hands together, “I could step out while you change” She said, standing straight and looking at Y/n.

“No it’s fine, I’ll just turn around.” Y/n smiled.

Mandy went to go sit back on Slash’s bed while Y/n faced the other way and started to change.

Turning back around, she revealed the outfit to Mandy.

“How does it look?” She asked, smiling.

“You look SOOO GOOD!” Mandy said, huge smile on her face.

“Do i?” Y/n asked, smoothing her hands over her skirt.

“Yes Y/n! But i feel like if you added some stockings it would look even fucken better” Mandy said, looking at Y/n’s bare legs, “Plus it might be a bit windy tonight, so they’ll help you not be so cold” She said, smiling at the girl infront of her.

“I don’t have any stockings”

“It’s okay! I have a million of pairs, you don’t mind if they’re black right?” Mandy said, getting up

“Black is fine” Y/n smiled, it felt good to have a woman in her life that makes her feel good about herself, and not judge her for everything she did.

“Okay i’ll be back!” Mandy said, running out the door.

Y/n laughed to herself, she really started to warm up to Mandy.

“Okay okay i’m back!” Mandy said, out of break and a new pair of stocking in her hands.

“Wow that was fast” Y/n laughed

“I know right, i’m impressed with myself” Mandy laughed along with her, handing her the stockings.

Y/n put them on, turning to look at the dirty mirror that was on the wall, smiling to herself.

“Do you like how it looks?” Mandy smiled at the girl, looking at her through the mirror.

“Fuck yea, thanks for helping me Mandy” Y/n said, turning back to face her.

“Of course! Us girls gotta help each other out!” Mandy said.

“Yea, we do huh” Y/n smiled at her, heart warm & excited for what’s to come later in the night.

“Do you wanna stay in here while I do my hair and makeup?” Y/n asked Mandy

“Hell yes!” Mandy said in a happy tone.

Y/n grabbed her small makeup bag & sat on the floor, in front of the mirror.

“So this Fru kid, do you have a crush on him?” Mandy asked as she watched Y/n put her makeup on.

“Honestly Mandy, i don’t know” Y/n sighed, now really thinking about her feelings towards John.

“Well how do you feel when you’re around him?” She said, small smile on her face.

“Happy, and I don’t know, I get nervous if he looks at me for too long”

Mandy smiled “I think you do have a crush on him”

“Fuck. I think I do too” Y/n said, disappointment in her voice.

“Why so down honey?” Mandy said, sympathetic look on her face.

“I don’t wanna have a crush on Fru” Y/n said, looking down at the mascara in her hands.

“Is it cause you’re gonna leave?”

“Yea, plus I know he really likes me too, and if something happens between us it’s gonna make everything complicated, it’s gonna make it too hard to leave. And i don’t want that to hurt him” Y/n said, voiced lace with anxiety.

“I had a boyfriend back home before I came to California” Mandy said.

“Really? did he come with you?” Y/n asked her, looking at her through the mirror.

Mandy sighed, “No, he didn’t, he couldn’t”

“Why not?”

“Cause he was supporting his family, financially, he was the man of the house, he couldn’t leave them behind.”

“What happened when you left?” Y/n curiously said.

“It hurt me, and him, but I just had to think about all the fun me and him had, everything he taught me.” , “Maybe John was put into you’re life to help you grow as a person.” Mandy said, smiling as she saw Y/n looking at her.

“Finish your makeup Y/n” Mandy laughed

“Okay okay sorry” Y/n said, putting on mascara.

“And the thing is Y/n- don’t worry about what’s gonna happen when you leave, enjoy right now, that’s why we’re living”

“Yea, i guess i’m thinking about it too hard” Y/n sighed as she put her mascara back in her bag.

Adding finial touched to her makeup, she looked over to Mandy, “How do i look?”

“Like a model” Mandy smiled

“Oh you’re boosting my ego Mandy” Y/n shyly said.

“Good! You should act like your the prettiest girl in the room. Always.”

Y/n smiled at Mandy, “Thank you Mandy, you’re the best” she said getting up and hugging her.

“Of course Y/n, I know you’re probably not comfortable talking about this with your brother” Mandy said, hugging Y/n back.

“And don’t worry, this stays between us” Mandy smiled as Y/n let go.

“Thank you”

“Don’t worry about it, but speaking of your brother, I should go make sure he’s alive” Mandy winked at her.

Y/n laughed, “Yea”.

Mandy left and closed the door as Y/n went back into her duffle back and pulled out another white pair of long socks, putting them over her stockings, she scrunched them up and put on her trusty black & white adidas (superstars).

Looking at the broken clock, she thought she should probably leave now. Grabbing the same one shoulder bag as yesterday, she put in her cigarettes & lighter.

Y/n walked out the room to find everyone there, and an unfamiliar face.

“I’m leaving now Duff” Y/n said quietly, moving over next to her brother.

“Y/n! Where are you going?” Steven said whistling at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes “None of your business Stevie”

“Don’t you think you’re gonna be cold?” Duff asked Y/n.

“Hopefully not” Y/n smiled at her brother.

“Who’s your friend” Y/n said nodding her head over the boy who looked like he did not belong there.

“Marc” They boy, Marc said.

“I’m Y/n” Y/n smiled, “Okay we’ll im gonna go, i’ll see you later alright?” Y/n side hugged Duff, we’ll just his head since he was sitting down.

“Alight, be careful, love you” Duff said, feeling weird saying that to Y/n

Y/n smiled, “Love you too Duff”

“Bye guys!” Y/n said, strutting towards the door, hearing everyone but Slash say bye.

Y/n sighed as she walked towards Johns, things with Slash had been weird after what happened, he even left after apologizing to her, not seeing him till now, and he couldn’t even look at her.

She felt like he was making this too much of a big deal, so what if it happened? She’s getting over it and he should too. She thought as she reached Johns steps, seeing him sitting there.

Y/n smiled, “Hey Fru”

John looked up at her, eyes widening when he saw her. “Hi” He managed to stutter out.

“Is my outfit too much?” Y/n asked nervously, which was weird, since she was always a confident person back in Seattle.

“No! No, you look pretty” he smiled at her, now getting up.

“Thanks” Y/n blushed, “Let’s go?”

“Yea let’s go” He said

John guided Y/n to the bus stop, but obviously they had to smoke some weed in the meanwhile.

“So what bad are we gonna go see?” Y/n asked John

“The Red Hot Chili Peppers” John said “They’re really good, you’ll like them”

“Yea? what are they like?”

“They’re like, Funky but rock” John said, trying to explain to Y/n, “But trust me you’ll like them”

By this time, the bus had arrived.

“Okay, i’m trusting you” Y/n laughed, getting on the bus.

“Oh yea! Also I know their guitarist, he’s pretty cool” John said, sitting next to Y/n, “He invited me to hang after the show, is that cool with you?”

“Yea that sounds cool, they’re not gonna be… weird right?” Y/n said

“What do you mean weird?” John said furrowing his eyebrows

Y/n looked at John, “Like try to make a move on me weird”

“Oh! No, don’t worry about that” John smiled at her.

“Okay, cool” The girl let out a breath.

*

Y/n and John quickly arrived to where RHCP were performing, which was a pretty small venue that smelled like piss and beer.

The band hit the stage and at first, Y/n didn’t quite know how to feel about them, she stared at the four men on stage with furrowed eyebrows, that was until they played their second song, which Y/n liked.

The rest of their set went really good, Y/n and John got ahold of some beer, and they bobbed their heads along to the music, Johns arm slung around Y/n’s shoulder.

“Thanks to everyone for coming out tonight, i’m Anthony, this is Flea-” Anthony pointed to a smiling boy with a tooth gap, “Our guitarist sir Hillel, and Jack the drummer boy!”

Y/n and John were already tipsy at this point, they cheered along with everyone else, clapping their hands together.

“Did you like them?” John said, mouth by her ear.

Y/n looked up to John and smiled “Yea, they had me on lock by their third song”

Both of their heads turned when they heard a voice call out for John.

“John!” They man, and as Y/n squinted her eyes and looked closer, she saw it was Hillel.

“Hey Hillel! You guys killed it” John smiled slyly

“Thanks dude!” Hillel said, out of breath, he looked at Y/n then looked back at John, smiling “Who’s you’re friend John?”

“Im Y/n” The girl smiled at Hillel

“Nice name, are you two-” he said, signaling between the pair, “A thing?”

“Oh!” The both of them said at the same time, quickly looking at each other.

“no we’re just friends” John said, flustered

Y/n spoke, also flustered “Yea, we just met”

Hillel looked at the two, smiling because he could just feel the tension between them, and even if it was dark, he knew the both of them, well mostly John, since he knew him better, were blushing.

Plus, John wasn’t the kind of person to just hang out with people his age, and in the short time period that Hillel has known John, he can’t remember even one time that John has bought someone along with him, Hillel even wondered if John was a virgin with how lonely the boy was!

“Yea, I get it, you guys wanna go backstage?” He said

“That’s cool” Y/n said, still under Johns arm

The three walked backstage, and Hillel didn’t even stop to introduce them to the other members.

“What was that?” John said furrowing his eyebrows as they walked into a small dressing room, Hillels girlfriend (is what Y/n assumed) already in there.

Hillel sighed, “We got into it again”

“Is it okay if I ask why?” Y/n tilted her head

“Anthony, he’s just- fucken controlling” Hillel rolled his eyes.

“Oh” Y/n said, not really knowing how to respond.

“Anyways, sit down!” He said, pointing to the couch

Y/n and John went over to sit, two chairs in front of them, which was where Hillel and his girlfriend were sitting.

“This is my girlfriend, Janette” He said

“Hi, I’m Y/n” Y/n smiled at the tired looking girl.

“Hello, had anyone told you how pretty you are?” Janette drunkly, or highly said, Y/n was tryna tell the difference.

“So!” Hillel said, grabbing some shit out of his pocket, “Where’d the two of you meet?” He said, putting some substance, which Y/n confirmed was heroin, onto a spoon.

Y/n felt John stiff up, looking at her.

“We bumped into each other, literally” Y/n said, looking at him light up the spoon “Then we just hung out after”

“That’s nice, a cute start to a cute love story” Hillel teased the two, “babe, can you wrap my arm?” he said looking over to his girlfriend.

Y/n laughed, now lighting a cigarette and giving one to John.

“Not quite Hillel” John said “Y/n leaving in a few weeks”

Hillel sucked in a breath as he shot himself up, “Leaving? where you going little lady?”

“Seattle, I live there” Y/n said, chilling going through her body as she watched.

“Seattle? where’s that” Hillel said, eyes closing

“Washington, DC” Y/n said, closely watching him, a bad feeling in her stomach.

“Well why can’t you stay here?”

Y/n just laughed, “That’s impossible”

“Hold on I needa-” Hillel said, standing up

“woah you good?” John said, also standing up

And with a breath, Hillels eyes rolled back and his body slammed on the floor.

“Shit Hillel man” John rushed over to him

“Fuck” Y/n whispered to herself, also rushing over to them.

“Hillel man wake up” John said, tapping his face.

Y/n grabbed a water bottle that was near her (god knows who’s it was.) and poured some on his face, “Hillel” she said slapping him.

“Hillel!” John said, shaking him.

“Jesus is he even fucken breathing?” Y/n said, putting her ear to his nose.

As John kept shaking him, Y/ns heart dropped at the fact that she couldn’t hear him breathing.

“Fuck John he’s not breathing” Y/n said, fear in her voice.

“No no no” John said, putting his fingers on Hillels neck.

“Hillel comon wake up” Y/n said, lightly slapping his face.

“Did you feel anything?” Y/n asked John, looking up at him.

“No” he sighed, looking at Hillel.

“Fuck” Y/n said, pouring more water on him.

Looking up at Hillels girlfriend, who just sat there and looked at him, Y/n spoke

“Janette call the police”

“What? The police? No no not the police” She said with wide eyes, tears forming.

“Call the fucken police Janette!” Y/n said, now yelling.

Janette stood up and ran out the room, confirming that she called an ambulance because soon enough, the rest of the Red Hot Chili Peppers rushed in.

“What the fuck?” The long haired man said as he saw his guitarist on the floor with blue lips and two teens looming over him.

“Get the fuck away from him” The same man said as he pulled Y/n from her shoulders.

“What happened?” The man with the gapped teeth spoke

“Flea man- he- he fucken shot up and just went down” John said, face wet from his tears.

“Fuck” Jack said, running his hands through his hair.

“We tried to bring him back- I-” Y/n attempted to say, this was absolutely the scariest moment in the poor girls life, she actually just witnessed someone die.

“Just get the fuck out of here” Anthony said “Go!” He yelled at the pair.

So that’s what the two did, but they waited outside till the ambulance came, confirming their fear, Hillel was dead.

As they watched the paramedics roll Hillel away in a body bag, John cried.

“Fru” Y/n said, tears running down her face “I’m so sorry”

“He’s dead Y/n” He said, hugging her, crying in her shoulder.

“I know” she said, running her hands through his neck “I’m so sorry” she repeated.

“We saw him fucken die Y/n” He said, now looking at the mess of a girl in front of him.

Even more tears fell down Y/ns face, “This is so fucked”

“Fuck” John said

“But we tried John” Y/n said, Johns eyes quickly looking at her after hearing him call him by his actual name.

“I know I just” He said, closing his eyes.

“Let’s just- Let’s just go home now okay?” Y/n said in a softer voice.

So they did, walking hand in hand and in complete silence, they walked to the bus stop and waited. And with wide eyes, they probably looked like maniacs. Holding hands, blood shot red eyes, tears on their faces as they sat on the bus. Even the bus driver was giving them weird looks, but Y/n and John did even process it, they couldn’t. Throughout the whole walk the realization of what had happened had been sinking more and more into their skin, into their brain until all they could think about was Hillels blue lips, eyes wide open, but with no life in them.

*

“Can I-” Y/n cleared her throat, standing outside of Johns apartment “Can i spend the night?”

“Please do” John said, looking at her.

They walked into his place, b-lining it to his room.

They were silent as the both stood there, until John spoke,

“Do you wanna change?” He said, quietly

“Yea” Y/n said as John grabbed her one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers.

“You don’t mind putting these on right? They’re clean” He said as he showed her his boxers.

This made Y/n laugh a bit “Thanks for clearing that up, and no i don’t mind”

John let out a breathy laugh, “I’ll step ou-”

“No! no please” Y/n said, grabbing his arm “Don’t leave” She said as tears started to form in her eyes.

“Okay, I won’t- I’ll just turn around” He said, holding her hand for a quick second then letting go, turning around while Y/n changed.

Duff

“Where the fuck is she?” Duff said as he paced around his home.

“Well certainly not here” Steven said, trying to lift the mood.

“This isn’t fucken funny Steven. It’s about to be one am and she’s still not here”

“Okay sorry” The boy shrugged.

“Try to calm down sweetie, maybe she just lost track of time” Mandy said, trying to defend Y/n.

“No! No she’s probably out doing some shit she knows she’s not supposed to” Duff said running his fingers through his hair.

“Okay first who cares about that? Let’s just hope she’s okay” Axl said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I do! I fucken care, obviously i care if she’s okay but fuck! I don’t wanna send Y/n back to Seattle a fucken addict!” Duff said in a harsh tone, which made Slash shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“Look she’s probably dancing around with that kid, just trust her Duff” Izzy said in a monotone voice.

“Trust! Trust! Trust is what got me here in the first fucken place, I put some trust in her, send her out, and now it’s one am and she’s not fucken home!”

Mandy sighed, where the fuck was Y/n?

*

Y/n and John layed in his bed, Y/n’s hand running through his hair as he held her.

“Thanks for staying” John spoke, tiredly

“Thanks for letting me stay” Y/n said

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here” John said, voice shaking.

“Me either” The girl said, using her other hand that wasn’t in Johns hair to wipe his tears.

“Do you think your brothers gonna be mad?” John asked her, sniffling.

“Fucken pissed, but i don’t care” Y/n said, “I would rather be here with you”

As John drifted off to sleep, Y/n stayed up, letting tears fall down her face. Her mind was an absolute wreck, why the fuck did this had to happen? Why the fuck did Hillel had to die right in front of her and John?

She looked down at the boy sleeping, eyes rimmed with red and lips puffy from crying. Poor John, she thought as she cried harder, he just saw his friend fucken die, what the fuck is he gonna do now? What’s gonna happen when she leaves?

The last thing Y/n remembers thinking about before she drifted off to sleep was, what the fuck was she gonna tell Duff?

*

“I really don’t want you to go” John said as he hugged her

“I know, i don’t wanna leave either” Y/n spoke, her clothes in one hand, “But i have to, I’ll try to come back later okay?” She said, wiping tears from Johns face.

“Okay” he said silently “Bye Y/n”

“Bye Fru” Y/n said as she kissed his cheek.

Walking up the stairs to Duffs place, Y/n had to stop and cry, wiping her eyes, she walked into his apartment.

Watching all eyes fall on her, Y/n wanted to burst into tears, but she couldn’t.

“What the fuck Y/n?” Duff said, standing up “Where the fuck were you? What the fuck happened?”

“Look” Y/n said, sighing “I just- I can’t right now” She said, voice cracking.

“You can’t? what the fuck does that mean? Who’s fucken clothes are these?” He said, getting angrier and not being able to really see how much of a mess Y/n looked.

“Their Frus Duff”

“What’s wrong with you? are you strung out?” Duff said, grabbing Y/n by the arm.

“Duff calm down-” Mandy said worry look on her face.

“No don’t tell me to calm down Mandy- I thought you were fucken dead Y/n!” Duff said, angry look on his face.

The rest of the boys decided to stay quiet, even if they really wanted to know what happened, cause that would explain why Y/n looked like such a fucken mess.

“Duff not right now” Y/n said, feeling a lump in her throat.

“No no! You’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened or i’m never gonna let you see that Fru boy again.”

“Duff please” Y/n said, trying to get out of her brothers grip, “Let go of me Duff” Y/n said, now getting angry and yanking herself out of Duffs grip.

“Don’t catch a fucken attitude with me Y/n” Duff said

“Or what?” The girl said, now getting riled up.

“Y/n I swear to go you better-”

“I don’t wanna fucken tell you! I don’t wanna tell you what happened okay? So just fucken drop it and leave me the fuck alone” Y/n said, voice raised.

“No i’m not gonna drop it!” Duff yelled

“Fine! You wanna know what happened? He died Duff! He fucken died right in front of my fucken face!” Y/n said, now yelling.

Everyone’s heart dropped, thinking about how they just saw a music magazine announce the death of the guitarist from the red hot chili peppers.

“Who died Y/n?” Duff asked, voice now quiet, afraid to set off Y/n.

“Hillel! Hillel died! he’s fucken dead!” Y/n continued to yell, yesterdays memories starting to flood her head.

“Calm down Y/n” Duff said, trying to calm the girl in front of her.

“No! Fuck you Duff!” Y/n said “I told you to fucken drop it! And you didn’t!”

“Okay okay i’m sorry Y/n” he said

Y/n’s mood had a sudden drop, the girl rolled her eyes at Duff, walking away and mumbled “Whatever, i need a fucken shower”

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Chapter 5!!! Kinda lagged to put this one out im sorry!!! Schools just been a complete bitch this week.

But hope you guys enjoyed!! Do you guys think her and Duffs argument was cringe?😭. Should a do a small chapter with what was going through the other guys head while Duff & Y/n argued? let me know!! Till next time xxx sorry for the trauma.