#im still a bit in shock too i think cause i just keep staring into space

[txmxkis]

four hours and one totalled car later

[teaboot]

One time my mom took me to a hibachi grill with a bunch of her friends and if you've never been to a hibachi grill basically the draw is that theres a bunch of interactive performance stuff done by the cook who cooks for you at your table, and one of the tricks they did at this one was take a squeeze bottle full of liquor and shoot it into your mouth across the table (with permission)

And now at our table my mom explained this because it was my first time going, and she wanted to make sure to warn me it was liquor because she knows I don't drink- she just said "if he offers to shoot at your mouth, say no because it's alcohol".

And so the chef does his thing and it's all very impressive, but the time does come where he pulls out this squeeze bottle of booze and asks me if I wanna try

I of course say no, because I really don't do alcohol, so he moves on to someone else

And I watch, and slowly come to understand that this is some sort of game, because once someone is drinking from the continuous flow the chef starts counting "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

I realize that we're trying to see who can keep drinking the liquor from three feet away without choking or spilling, and its a bummer cause i kinda wanna try and I CAN'T

But he goes around the table with everyone there, and I think my mom makes it to three, one friend makes it to five, I think my brother got to three as well, and he comes back to me

And I'm REALLY bummed out now but I will not drink alcohol, so I sort of sadly repeat that I can't when he pulls out a SECOND BOTTLE and grins and goes "juice?"

And Im like FUCK YEAH LET'S GO and I'm a bit worried he's gonna spray it into my eye or something but he doesn't, it hits me right at the back of the throat, and I start drinking while the whole fucking table counts "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

And like

It just sorta

Kept going?

And Im looking at the chef and he starts freaking out by the time we get to six, and at around seven I kinda start looking around and my auntie is staring back in shock, my brother is laughing his ass off and my mom has her face in her hands

And then at like nine or ten it gets like. Super tense and quiet, and only the chef is still counting

And I guess it got too much for even him cause we're at eleven and I don't believe in quitting early and it is almost painful how awkward it's getting

So he cuts me off at twelve and raises his hands in the air and everyone else cheers and claps like a dumb movie

and I just sit back in my seat to look back at my mother staring at me surrounded by everyone she knows, bright fucking red in the face and choking with honest to god tears in her eyes and she puts her face back in her palms and starts chanting "I don't want to know. I don't want to know. I don't want to know"

So I give her the biggest, proudest grin and tell her, "I won."

So now every time something suggestive happens in a movie, or in conversation, or something shocking happens around us and she goes to jokingly cover my ears, I just ask her, "Remember when I won?" And she goes face-down and groans, because I know EXACTLY how she thinks I trained to develop that particular skill and she HATES knowing that about me

The truth is though, I'm a whole ass 28 year old virgin. I've never so much as kissed anyone in my life. I had no idea I could do that trick until that exact moment

But she doesn't know that, and I'm never gonna tell her

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

close to you . .

just like me, they long to be. .

" what the hell are you doing ?"

you look away from your screen to stare at your boyfriend from beneath the mountain of pillows you’re laying under. there are snacks ranging from sweet to salty strewn all around your bed and a spot right next to you saved specifically for him.

you raise a brow " i’m watching my show." you state. katsuki’s eye twitches. he stalks towards you slowly, menacingly, like he’s waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce at you. you shove your chin and nose underneath your blankets.

"you’re watching our show. " he corrects, squinting at you "you’re watching. our show." he reiterates.

"katsu-"

" our show. an’ yer fuckin’ watching it without me." he glares daggers into your fucking soul and with the rage of a thousand suns as he spits the words out like they had somehow caused him harm.

"you said i could start without you last time !" you defend weakly. he rolls his eyes as he stomps over to you and climbs into your bed "yeah, last time, but this ain’t last fuckin’ time, dumbass." he growls. you whine when he lifts up your blankets and the cold air nips at you. "oh shut up, big baby, weren’t whinin’ when ya decided ta watch the one show you know we watch together." his words are mean but he scoots impossibly closer to you

you scoot over to make some extra space for him so he can lay down comfortably before squeezing yourself right next to him again. “you’re the one who said, and i quote ‘ i could give less of a shit about this stupid show, just don’t have anything better to do” he scrunches his nose at your crude impression of him. “ i don’t fuckin’ sound like that.”

“it’s what you sound like to me.” you retort.

he growls, nipping at your ear which causes you to let out a giggle mixed with a little squeal “needa get yer fuckin’ ears checked then.”

“i just started anyway. i can just rewind it” you lean forward to place your mouse back to the beginning and plop back on your pillow with a groan. katsuki snorts. “ i was gonna wait for you, but you were taking too long” you mumble out already invested in the images on screen.

katsuki knocks his forehead against the side of your head softly then also turns his attention to the screen. “ it’s shitty hair’s fault” he gruffs out “fucker kept on yappin’ about whatever the fuck, couldn’t leave.”

you fake gasp in shock. pretending to be hurt you place a hand on your chest and look at him wide eyed. he raises a brow “wow. i can’t believe you like kirishima more than me.” you turn your nose up at him and hold back a laugh when you see his expression morph from confused to straight up insulted.

“where the fuck d’you get that from?!” you can’t keep up the façade when you see his face and burst out laughing, his facial expressions are seriously something else. he relaxes slightly but he still doesn’t look amused. “i’m just joking. i know you just wanted to be nice” you reassure, his face relaxes and his shoulders sag as he releases a frustrated sigh. “you know, since he’s your friend.”

he cracks his head to look at you, wide eyed and brows furrowed he shoves his head against yours so hard he basically headbutts you. you let out a little yelp and laugh “don’t even start with that ! fucker ain’t my friend." he spits the word friend like it tastes gross in his mouth, it makes you laugh even harder. “right~” you sing.

you think things have calmed down after a little bit, your both watching your show, then katsuki suddenly knocks his forehead against your head again.

“hey.” he mumbles. you blink up at him waiting for him to finish. he chews at his lip and looks towards the screen then looks back at you, cheeks turning pink.

"ya know i don’t…like him more than you, right..?"

you tilt your head "who ?" you ask. he grunts like speaking is physically challenging, his face turning redder by the second “shitty hair. don’t like ‘im more than you." his eyes dart away then focus back on yours " don’t like anyone more than you."

you feel your cheeks flush and you suddenly feel extremely warm and giddy. you giggle and his cheeks darken in color "where's this coming from?" you chortled. he scoffs at you and pokes you in the stomach, turning back to the look at the screen to avoid your mushy warm loving gaze. "fuckin'—nowhere ! m'not allowed to…fuckin—!" he fumbles around for what to say. you decide to spare him and place your hands on his scorching cheeks, he struggles a little bit (barely) but let's you turn his head towards you, he pouts at you, trying his best to look intimidating but he just looks like a angry little kicked puppy.

"m'just teasing you , suki" you're rubbing his cheek with your thumb and his eyebrows stay furrowed despite him leaning into your touch "i know you don't like him more than me, if you did, i don't think you'd be here" he rolls his eyes and bites at the palm of your hand. you chuckle "i don't like anyone more than you, either" you're sure there are hearts in your eyes as you speak, you hope he can see them.

" 'f course you don’t." he mumbles out the words into your palms fast without missing a beat, it tickles. he smirks into your hand when he sees you roll your eyes at him, he truly is a little shit.

"don't like nobody more than you." he proclaims quietly, closing his eyes, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks.

"yeah" you purr, the hearts in your eyes spread all around your body to the tips of your fingers and toes, it makes you warm and soft, and so fond of him. you don't like anybody more than katsuki, you can't. not when he opens his eyes and gazes at you with burning cheeks but hearts in his eyes and you hope the ones in yours spread all around his body too, because his have started to intermingle with yours, coursing through your veins.

"yeah." you sigh, " yeah me neither."

you can't like anyone more than you do katsuki as you watch your show together.

@slashersl0t i wrote this thanks to you twin <3 !

[selyeji]

lilac wine

jude bellingham x reader

summary : drinking much more you ought to drink brings you to him.

warnings : alcohol

as the yellow light stretches illuminating through the bar, jazz music spilled out your ears. you lay your head on your arm as your vision starts to blur, your index finger circling the half empty glass of alcohol.

you were never a heavy drinker, but you were finding something, anything, to fill that gap of emptiness within you. with insomnia, nothing is real to you. everyday was cycle, wake up, work, go home, sleep, repeat.

you pulled out your phone, opening your contacts to click on judes number. your thumb hovering around the screen, thinking whether to call him in this late hour. still hypnotized with the taste of alcohol, you risked it and called him. bringing your phone to your ear, waiting for the ringing to be answered. jude was a close friend of yours, someone you could talk to for hours. what he didn’t know was your feelings for him. you denied it to your very core. he’s an athlete while you’re just a regular person, why would he ever want a relationship with you?

your thoughts were interrupted by his voice. “hello? y/n?” in a raspy voice. “judeee can you pick me up? please?” in a playful tone, clearly tipsy. “where are you? you out drinking again? did something happen-” he kept asking, making your headache throb. “just please- i’ll just send my location yeah?” you interrupt him, ending the call before the ache got worse.

a few minutes passed, your eyes slowly close, eyelids felt heavy until someone opened the doors and called out your name. “y/n wake up, you shouldn’t be here.” jude said, covering your shoulders with his jacket. quietly standing up from the stool, he held your waist firmly making sure you won’t fall.

you both walk outside, meeting the rain. jude still held your body to keep balance, moving from the waist to your heavy shoulders. jude opens the door his passenger seat, letting you enter. you buckle your seatbelt, staring out the window. letting the low sound of music in judes car play throughout the ride, ignoring the silence. watching the raindrops race one another on the window.

arriving at judes house, you enter and immediately plopped yourself on the couch. he closed the doors behind him, going to the kitchen getting something for you to drink. you stare at him, admiring his features. he wasn’t just handsome or good looking, there was more to that but you could never find the right words. the ache in your head moves to your heart. you felt too much for your own good, even your own heart couldn’t handle it. you snap back to reality as jude places his hand on your head and neck, trying to check a sign of fever.

you grabbed his wrist, making him immediately look into your eyes. his big brown eyes reflecting yours, you could stare into forever. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his brows showing his worries. you knew if you could say your true feelings, the aching to recover will be gone. its either that or to lose another close friend, pushing them away. you had no other choice.

“jude.” you said, your voice almost breaking. “yeah?” “i love you.” you responded in a quiet but soft voice, you couldn’t bear holding the eye contact any longer. staring at the ceiling, he was at the corner of your eye. silently staring back, mouth a bit open from shock. “you should sleep, the alcohol in your system is still-“ jude says but you interrupted him.

“im not drunk jude. you caused an heartache from the moment i met you. i mean it.” sighing, thinking he doesn’t feel the same. as long as you released the words begging to be let out. you slowly got up, until jude held your cheek softly. before you could even process anything, his lips touch yours. closing your eyes, embracing the kiss. your face heats up, you were kissing jude. the jude bellingham. someone you doubted your love for the longest.

your lips part, staring at each other. “don’t kiss just to console for my feelings.” he held both of your hands between his. “that kiss was made out of desire y/n.” his tone was sincere, but you held your doubts close to your chest. afraid your depth of love will be the same depth of your wound. “but why me? you could have anyone in the world with a beauty like yours.” you said, tears could be seen gather to your eyes. “i saw you with my heart, not my eyes. i love you y/n.” jude said before crashing his lips onto yours once again. you give in, hugging his larger frame.

you are his, he’s yours. your body relaxes, that ache turns into pleasure. it felt like you could stay in that position till the end of time, intertwined to each other. showing affection, no amount of words could express this. as your lips separate, forehead leaning to each other, sharing your bodies warmth with each other in the cold trickling rain.

you both cuddle on the couch, resting your head on the crook of his neck as he lays below you. legs intertwined with each other, comfortably talking to each other, caressing each others back from time to time. “it’s getting late, i should go home now.” you got up on your fours until jude pulled your body back down. “stay. pleasee baby.” he begged, using his infamous puppy eyes. you couldn’t resist to that, it would feel like ignoring a stray puppy down the street, you smile before laying back down. “y’know we should move to the bed instead.” you mumble out, tired from the cramped space but you didn’t mind being close to him. “great idea” jude said, getting up while carrying you, your legs around his waist. hugging your arms around his neck.

entering his room, he threw himself and you onto the bed. squeezing you, leaving no space between your bodies. jude peppered your face with kisses before moving next to you. keeping his arm above your waist, finding a place on your neck for his nose to rest. breathing became synchronized, your eyelids slowly close, the weight of your shoulders gone. finally being able to sleep after weeks. jude cleared out every problem, he found a home in your heart.

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[sixosix]

hiii i fear tumblr may have ate my ask so i'll say it again just in case--if not im so sorry please ignore this i don't mean to rush you or anything :')

wanderer, candy(does that count?), fluff!! :D

(oh oh also can i be 🪐anon/saturn anon? if not thats fine! i just thought i'd ask since i think i've been sending asks consistently enough to identify myself ^^)

notes wc 800; HII your ask wasnt eaten, i was just taking a long time writing the requests LMFAO. of course u can be saturn anon!!! welcome welcome to the blog (this ask was sent a month ago and i am very much late. idek if anon is still active here…) tbh i wrote this and just went with the flow HAHA

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You unceremoniously dump the pile of imported goods on the table, causing quite a scene in the silence of the House of Daena. They scattered about, and some even clattered onto the floor. You grinned proudly at your friends’ dumbfounded stares.

Tighnari was the first to speak. “I’m assuming you had fun on your vacation in Inazuma?”

“Do you even have money left?” Alhaitham asked, quite incredulously. The most emotion you’ve seen from this month.

It took you a moment to respond, and you felt momentarily distracted by the strange sensation of being watched. “Well, no,” you said eventually. “But I bought all this for you guys! Be more grateful, will you?”

Kaveh clapped his hands. “This is incredible! I haven’t gotten the chance to try any of these local delicacies from Inazuma!”

You nodded approvingly. See? Was that so hard? “Yes, I know. Aren’t I such a good friend? You’re welcome, all of you.”

Belatedly, they mutter their thanks.

You went on a tangent, reciting the food sales pitch you memorized from the sellers, feeling remarkably intelligent. They didn’t have to know that, half the time, you were the personification of a lost tourist/foreigner/idiot in Inazuma and just decided to play it safe and keep most of the souvenirs as food.

They segregated their wanted share and thanked you again. They left you some of the candy, which you had no qualms about eating for yourself. As you all fell into the lull of a conversation, the feeling worsened, and you’ve had enough.

You turned to your friends. “He’s been staring at me for about 30 minutes now…”

They each cast their discreet glances.

“Are you scared?” Kaveh asked worriedly.

“Look at that look in his eye!” you said. “I’ve seen that same look in Rishboland Tigers!”

“He’s not going to eat you,” Tighnari sighed. Well, he wouldn’t know that. Only Alhaitham has met Hat Guy, and he seemed to be amused instead.

“Violence is not permitted in the Akademiya grounds,” Cyno said seriously.

“Maybe it’s not you he’s looking at…?” Tighnari tried.

“Cyno, switch with me,” you ordered.

Wordlessly, he obeyed. The group watched in disbelief as Hat Guy’s gaze simply moved to where you sat next. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“Maybe he’s interested because it’s a candy imported from Inazuma,” Cyno supplied thoughtfully.

“That’s a good point. I’m surprised you didn’t make a p—”

“Don’t you mean—” Cyno held up the box that displayed the Inazuman Electro symbol on the front, “shocked?”

You hung your head. You spoke too soon. “OK.”

Tighnari watched your face for a long moment, but it didn’t feel as charged as the guy sitting a few tables away. “You don’t seem to hate the attention,” he concluded at the sight your giddy smile.

“No, I really don’t,” you admitted sheepishly. “He’s smart, and he’s handsome. Of course I’m interested. I just wish he would be a bit more normal about his flirting—if he’s even flirting. Should I give him some?”

You didn’t wait for an answer as your chair scraped backward and you faced Hat Guy directly.

“Make sure it’s just the candy you’re giving!” Kaveh called out.

“I see that Sparks are flying,” Cyno said.

Walking over while you held his gaze was excessively awkward, but it was worthwhile seeing Hat Guy’s little smirk grow like he was pleased you were taking his challenge. It was a bit of a problem, however, that he was undeniably attractive. If he was cute from afar, he was drop-dead gorgeous up close.

“Y/N,” you said, in place of a greeting.

“They call me Hat Guy,” he mused. “Those from Inazuma?”

“Yes.” Suddenly embarrassed that the bullshit you were spewing was picked up on by the guy who everyone was pretty sure was born in Inazuma. “Did you hear me?”

Hat Guy shrugged, plucking one candy from the pile on your hands. “You did pretty well. But I only have one criticism, and I can tell you bought most of them from the same place.”

Ah, you did do that. He tore off the plastic and popped it into his mouth, expression turning sour. “The best ones come from the locals. You should’ve asked the kids,” he advised.

Mouth dry, you said, “Yeah, I should’ve.”

Everyone told you that the mysterious new student—Hat Guy, you now learned—was prickly and slips off when someone approaches him. His birthday was apparently a very thrilling event—in the case that everyone had to hunt him down to give him his cake.

“Want a tip?” he asked, head tilted and looking entirely pretty. His tongue rolled around as he ate his—your candy.

“You seem to know best.”

“Take me with you next time.”

[awnrys]

15 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ✧.*

bestfriend!megumi x f!reader

megumi and you have an intense argument that causes you guys to throw out your 15 years of friendship.

↳˳;; ❝ part of my jealous? me? never! fic, masterlist here ᵕ̈೫˚∗

content: readers pronouns are she/her, HEAVY ANGST, smau, friendship ending, i will always love you trope, overthinking, dedication

wc: 1k

an: i can'ttt im trying to get this done as fast as possible for y'all frl so this is NOT proofread😭

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megumi starts walking home from school the next day, wondering how he could manage to get you to actually hear him out and understand what inumaki is trying to do.

he finally reaches his house and unlocks his door, immediately walking inside to slam it shut and lock it. he rapidly runs up the stars to him room, slamming that door shut as well.

he plops down on his bed and unlocks his phone, clicking on messages and tapping your contact, immediately shooting you a text.

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megumi stared at his phone screen in pure shock, tears rolling down his face like a strong current.

you had just ended things with him. and he knew that you were serious about it. after 15 fucking years, you called his pathetic, controlling, and jealous. you had picked a douche you barely even knew over him! the guy you knew your whole life.

megumi was dumbfounded, knowing after this he could probably never win you back. you had chosen who's side you were on and it was clear as day.

was he really just overreacting and being controlling? was it all in his mind? or had you just believe what you want and not listen to megumi because you want toge.

megumi turned his phone off and shuffled under his covers, quietly sobbing and he drifts off into a deep slumber, honestly praying that when he wakes up, you'll be by his side, telling him you love him and realizing it was all a nasty nightmare.

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megumi wakes up with dried tears on his face. he looks out the window and its dark.

'fuck. it wasn't just a nightmare,' megumi thinks. he wants to sob but is physically too tired to even let out anymore tears.

he still just can't wrap his head around why you would choose inumaki over him. the guy that was with you through thick and thin. had he really been that bad of a friend to you and was just thinking he was the best?

all megumi wanted to do was sleep and bedrot but he knew he couldn't. he didn't know what to do, to be honest. he really wanted to get you back but at this point, he knew you wouldn't hear him out and there was really no way to contact you.

he decided to show up at your house. he knew it was a bit intense but he loves you, and needs you to understand.

he checks the weather and its raining but he doesn't care. he throws on a hoodie and pulls the hood up. he ties up his shoes and grabs his keys, running out of the door and locking it.

megumi runs as fast as he can, sprinting down the open, wet street in order to reach your house. your house was on the other side of town but for you, there was nothing megumi wouldn't do.

he is halfway to your house and he's already soaking wet. he knew this was probably a mistake because there was a really unlikely chance you would even open up the door for him, knowing you don't want to see his face.

he didn't care about that though, he was gonna try his hardest to make you listen to him and believe him. he wanted to keep you safe, even if you didn't love or care about him anymore, he will and would always love you.

he finally reached your house and it feels surreal. being back at this place fills his head up with all the memories of you guys hanging out here. he feels tears pool up but blinks them away.

he steps up onto your porch and quickly rings the doorbell, soaking the nice wood that your porch is built out of.

he hears your moms voice shout,

"coming!!"

he tenses up. he had completely forgotten about the chance that your parents would answer. did they know you guys had a fight? had you told them? or were they clueless? either way he wouldn't let that stop him.

your mom opens up the door and her eyes go wide.

"oh my megumi! your soaking! you must be freezing. quick come inside. i'll get you a towel and some new clothes, hon." she says endearingly.

"thank you, mrs. l/n." megumi responds, stepping inside of the nice warm furnished house.

your mom brings him a towel and new clothes and he changes into the bathroom.

once megumi changes, he goes to sit on the couch next to your parents.

"so, megumi. why did you come all this way? i'm assuming you walked." she questions.

"ah well, i actually wanted to talk with y/n.." megumi speaks out, shyly.

"oh yes.. she had um, told me about the argument you guys had. please work it out. i really think she needs you. i'll go get her for you and leave you guys alone." she whispered, worried.

"thank you, mrs. l/n." megumi says.

your mom jogs upstairs to your room and opens up your door.

"y/n!" she shouts, "you have someone here for you."

you get up excited, expecting toge, you run downstairs.

to the least of your expectations, megumi is there sitting on your, once beloved, couch.

"oh, um" you whisper.

"please, y/n. let me speak." megumi pleads.

"i thought i said i was done with you. why can't you just take no as an answer!" you shout, angrily.

he knew what he had gotten himself by coming here after you clearly told him you wanted nothing to do with him anymore, but he still decided to come.

and he wasn't going to give up this easily.

after about 30 minutes of persuading you, he finally got you to crack.

"fine! but you don't have a lot of time. i'm tired and you know i'm not in the mood for you right now.." you cautioned.

he wasn't going to fumble this opportunity. he had finally gotten you to listen to him and now he will make you finally believe him. maybe he can actually salvage your friendship.

@instabull @1l-ynn @theweirdfloatything @morideadcat

[lawva-girl]

Law x fem!reader, 18+

im trying!!! This is an excerpt from a fic im writing on a03 right now, and i kinda want some feed back on it cause this is my first time writing smut. This is just an excerpt so theres some missing context and this isn't the end of the scene either!

I am just waaaay to horny for this man, please enjoy :D

(WC: 550 ish)

He was above you again. He had two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet, and of course showing off his annoying smirk that he looked so good with. You looked into his eyes, while swirling your tongue around his fingers, trying to push between the two. 

“Couldn’t hold yourself back anymore?” His hand retreated to your lips, so that he could hear your answer. 

“Do you want me to?” 

“My little shadow, you shouldn’t answer a question with a question.” He stared into your eyes for a second, then pressed his fingers back to your mouth. 

Your hands struggled against his grip, while you gave him your absolute best puppy dog eyes. He had to know how mean and torturous he was being. 

“Fuck.” It was just barely above a whisper, had there been any other noise at all you would’ve missed it, but you didn’t. Law saw in your eyes that you had heard, the way they went from begging to amusement in a second. 

You tried to move your head back to get out a word or two about how he had just practically moaned at you sucking his fingers of all things, but he gave you no room. Instead he forced “E” and “A” further into you, with his thumb resting under your chin.

He finally gave you respite after you sucked a little harder, pulling his saliva covered fingers out. They left a stringy mess behind, but you finally had a chance to speak.

Law beat you to it. “Be patient.” 

He was looking down over you, still straddling you. He used the saliva left on his fingers on your neck, tracing a line down to the hem of the neckline of your shirt. You would’ve been fine if he wasn’t staring at you, but all you could think about was him staring at you, in your exposed form. 

The worst part is you still had your clothes on, your shirt had just ridden up, exposing your belly and that awkward space where your ribs were. Your skirt had ridden up too, looking quite unattractive bunched up right below your belly. Laws legs were preventing it from going any higher, along with your stomach. But the way Law stared at you? You would’ve thought you were naked or dressed up in his favorite lingerie. 

Feeling more shy every second he stared at you, you tried to bury your face into the pillow. Law surprised you before you could. 

He had finally touched you, in the moment you accidentally let out a moan. Mainly out of shock, since he had groped your left boob. He rubbed it, you figured he was seeking another response from you so you bit back any moan that might’ve surfaced. 

As he kneaded the flesh through your shirt, the shock faded and you spoke, “why are you torturing me?” Thankfully your voice came out more clear than you thought it would’ve.

“I’ll tell you something disgusting…” he leaned down to your ear, moving his hand to your hip where he squeezed, “I don’t know if you’ll ever let me again, so I’m gonna take my time… I’m gonna remember every single detail, every single noise you let me hear, the way your skin feels… I’ll never forget any of it.”

[forwhump]

a/n; for my anon that was having a bad week <3 IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY I couldn’t find the thing I wanted to post for you but I couldn’t just keep posting nothing so here’s something instead <3 I hope I didn’t make it way worse 😚 (if I did pls lmk I’ll redeem myself 🫡)

disclaimer: if you haven’t already noticed yes this is just a big outlet for me for every whump thing I want in the world <3 thanks for coming along for this ride w me 😚 LOL

tw/cw: medical torture, medical abuse, surgical torture, living weapon whumpee, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, severe brain injuries, amnesia, threats of violence, graphic depictions of violence, gun violence, science fiction

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Silas says, cracking his knuckles. “I like you, man.”

Medic’s face doesn’t change but he swallows so loudly Silas can hear him over the pounding of the alarm. Sitting behind his desk, he stares up at him, his pale face glowing red every few seconds in the flash of the emergency lights. The flickering red light of his shock collar glows out of time, keeping him cast in red. It makes him look really sick. Kinda frail. Silas had never noticed quite how small Medic is. They’re all so fuckin’ small. Why is Silas the pet?

It makes him think of Wren, as most things do. He’s always thinking about Wren in some capacity; everything always comes back around to Wren somehow, even without his meaning to. They’re all so small but Wren is the smallest, so small it’s hard for Silas not to find it kind of bizarre, so human it gave him this glowing, angelic sort of quality. Silas had been engineered for violence, for easy slaughter, but he hadn’t been engineered to be a guard dog — that was something Wren brought out in him, something organic. Maybe the only bit of free will Silas had ever managed, and there’s Wren again, at the centre, glowing and holy and so fuckin’ small.

All anybody wants to do is hurt him. It makes Silas violent, just as much as it’s never made a lick of fuckin’ sense to him. All anybody around Wren ever wants to do is hurt him. Silas lives and breathes violence — Wren does, too. It follows him. This silvery, holy thing.

Everything about Wren is good, is silvery, is holy. He’s angelic in the way he shimmers, but in everything else about him, too, every organic cell and strand of DNA. Wren is so good. Wren is pure goodness. His view of the world is narrowed to a single point, but it’s hard for Silas to imagine many corners of the world are much worse than this. Are people not most themselves at their worst? Wasn’t it Wren that told him that?

Silas isn’t a good person. He knows that. He isn’t at peace with it, he’s been fighting it tooth and talon, but he knows what he is, and he’s a bad dog at the very kindest. Freak fuckin’ science experiment at worst. He’s violent. Mean. Quick to anger and just as quick to slaughter. He’s impatient. Wren had to teach him manners, and he’s had to teach him more than once. Still, Wren taught him. Wren teaches him still. Wren, who’s been hurt in ways even Silas kinda struggles to fathom, who would have every reason in the world to be just as violent, as mean, as impatient as Silas, but who isn’t. Who sat on the floor with him for days at a time and patiently taught Silas to write his own name. Who spends days sitting at Silas’ bedside, reading to him quietly, when Silas is too incapacitated to move. How can anybody want to hurt a person like that? How can everybody?

To Silas, they’re all so small. Disposable. But they’re so much bigger than Wren. Point was always so much bigger than Wren. Point always liked to hurt him the most.

Silas cracks his neck. “I just want to know where they are.”

There had been a lockdown. Silas had been the cause of every district lockdown so far — he’s never been on the outside of one before. It had happened during a field test, and it was the first time he’s ever seen the manufactured sun of the arena turn red. He should’ve known it was an omen. From there, he was thrown into isolation, but it was like no other time Silas had been in isolation. Nobody showed up to skin him, or cane him, or beat him, or gut him. Nobody showed up to taunt him. They didn’t even restrain him, not really, they just left him alone in the dark. He was left in proper isolation for the very first time.

When he was finally allowed back to the unit, Wren was gone. His room was cleared out. His books had been taken from Silas’ room like he had never been there at all. They keep trying to tell him he had never been there at all.

But Point had never come back, either, and Silas isn’t a smart man, but he’s smarter than these people keep giving him credit for. He was smart enough to figure that one out. When it comes to Wren, there isn’t anything he can’t do. Wren makes him smart, and he makes him invincible. If Wren’s out there somewhere, Silas is going to find him, it doesn’t matter what he has to do. If Point had taken him, if Point is putting his hands on him, if Wren is out there somewhere and he’s hurt, and he’s scared, he’s probably thinking about Silas, and there isn’t anything in the fuckin’ world Silas won’t do to save him. He’ll massacre everybody in this place and outside of it if he has to.

He doesn’t want to kill Medic. He’s always been good to him. But he will if he has to. He’ll kill any one of them if he has to.

“I don’t know,” Medic tells him, and he’s doing a good job of keeping his face straight but his eyes are huge, shining in the flashing red light. “You know they don’t tell me anything. Come on, big guy.”

“Medic,” Silas warns, almost sing song.

Abruptly, he pushes his chair back, and it collides with the concrete wall with a sound that makes Silas’ back teeth hurt. “I don’t know, buddy,” he says. “I’m sorry. I don’t know.”

There’s already blood on Silas’ hands — on his teeth. He’d had to kill a lot of Medic’s team to get here. He didn’t even know Medic had an office; he’s never been in this part of the medical bay before. It will never forget him. He’ll be a stain on the walls, and the floors, and the ceilings of this place for a very long time.

He picks a chunk of flesh out from under his fingernail and says, “Medic.”

“Silas,” he tries. “Come on, big guy. I’d tell you if I knew. I think — I think he’s probably in a lot of danger and I want you to find him, buddy. You need to find him. But I don’t know where he is.”

Silas tilts his head. Watches him, for a moment, through flickering red light. “Are you lying to me?”

“No,” Medic croaks. “I’ll come with you. I can help you, big guy. You don’t — you don’t know what you’re in for up there up, Silas, but I do, and I — I can help you. I can help you find him. I can help him when we get there. He’ll need a doctor and I — don’t hurt me, buddy. Come on. I’ve tried to be good to you both. I can — I can help.”

Silas watches him again, silent. It feels like bait and he doesn’t like it, but he used to trust Medic. Wren always trusted him, before he disappeared out from under his nose, and Wren’s trust goes a long way as far as Silas is concerned.

And he’s right, to a degree. Silas would make quick work of butchering every breathing thing above ground to find his way to Wren, but it would still take time he could spare if he knew how to find him.

Slowly, he lifts his chin.

Medic’s face finally changes. Not for the better. “Silas —” is all the time he has before pain explodes through the back of Silas’ head.

It comes out of nowhere and it almost knocks him off his feet. It’s hot, it’s blisteringly hot and his sweatshirt starts to stick to his back, wet.

The red light continues to flicker but it dims, it gets sort of smoky, and through the smoke Medic is saying something but Silas can’t hear him at all.

Fuck, he thinks, and lifts a hand to the back of his head. Accidentally almost sticks his finger in a gunshot wound.

Instinctively, he turns.

He’s executed in Medic’s office by means of firing squad.

Staring blankly up at the ceiling, Silas listens to the crackle of electricity as it courses and the hollow chirping of the machines keeping him alive. “I don’t wanna die,” he says. He’s not ready yet.

Medic sniffles. He’s been crying for hours and Silas has never felt the way he feels now, not once in his short life. “I’m so sorry, big guy,” he admits, rubbing his face. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do now.”

Silas has died a lot, and he’s died miserably, but never permanently. Never for real. He’s always been revived, reanimated. He’s never had to fear death because it never really meant anything to him. He’s out of his element now. He doesn’t know this part.

For as long as he can remember, Silas hasn’t been human. Now he’s only meat and machine. The only part of him that’s still him, the only part of him that’s still working on his own is his brain, and that’s only until they finally decided to take him off life support and remove it.

He’d been eviscerated. The flayed skin of his chest and his stomach are pulled tightly over the table, clamped in place. Most of the meat and the muscle had been removed, his ribcage pried apart. Every organ, a lot of his major veins and arteries, they’re threaded with wires and cords, sparking with electricity and the current that courses from the chrome and flickering lights at his bedside, keeping him alive until they decide to shut it all down.

Silas is going to be put down.

It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel like anything. It’s the most painless way he’s ever died but it’s bitter at the back of his throat. Metallic. Finally, Silas is going to be put down.

Wren is still out there somewhere, and Silas is never gonna know what happened to him. He’s not gonna be able to save him this time. He isn’t all that familiar with death, the permanent kind, and he doesn’t really know what comes after, but he knows for sure that he isn’t gonna end up in the same place Wren does. He wishes he could go where Wren’s going. He’s never gonna get to see him again.

Silas always knew his life was gonna be short. There wasn’t ever really a question. But it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He’s not ready to go.

This can’t be it for him, not really, not permanently. It can’t. Not while Wren is still out there.

He’d been too violent in the aftermath. He hadn’t reacted well. And they can’t control him the same anymore, not without Wren to hold over his head. He was formally declared a liability. He’s no longer worth the risk.

Turning his head slowly, Silas says, “do something for me.”

Medic sniffles again, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “Anything.”

“You gotta get out of here,” Silas tells him. “You gotta find him. You gotta help him.”

He looks at Silas, and he looks at him earnestly. He’s been crying on and off the entire time he’s been at his bedside, and it’s been moderately irritating at the best of times, suffocating at worst. But he’s been at Silas’ bedside the entire time. The whole time he’s been dying, Medic has been there. He’s never left. He’s done his best to keep him comfortable. All things considered, Silas owes him most of his lives. He doesn’t owe Silas anything, he’s done more than his part, but he says still, “I will.”

“Take care of him for me,” Silas says.

“I will,” he repeats, and he sniffles again but his nod is firm. Definitive. “He’ll be okay.”

Silas looks back up at the grey ceiling and tastes bile. Out of habit, he takes a deep breath.

When they had first disemboweled him, when they had strapped him down to the table and peeled all the meat away from his ribcage, pulled his ribcage apart, the inside of his body had been loud, but it had been wet, it was alive. Now, it’s just as loud, maybe louder, but the sounds are wheezy and dry. Mechanical. Only his brain is working on its own — the rest is all simulated. It’s all machines.

It hurt a lot as his body was dying. Mercifully, it doesn’t hurt anymore. He thinks it’s kind of fucked up that his most permanent death is gonna hurt the least.

“Do you think he’ll forget about me?” He asks the ceiling.

“No,” Medic answers, even before he’s finished speaking. “I think he’s going to think about you every day for the rest of his life.”

Silas had spent every day of his life, since meeting Wren, thinking about him. Most of what Silas thinks about, in fact, is Wren. Everything he did, he did for Wren. He didn’t usually make his life any better, any easier, but he tried. Fuck, he tried.

He wasn’t a good dog, that’s the worst part. He tried, tooth and fuckin’ nail he tried, but to what end? Silas’ brain is going to be removed. Wren’s gone, and Silas doesn’t know where. He isn’t safe, he’s being hurt, he knows that, but for the first time, Silas is absolutely helpless to do anything about it. Silas is going to die without ever seeing him again.

“Nobody that’s known you will ever forget you, big guy,” Medic tells him. “I don’t want you to worry about that.”

“I’m not worried about me,” Silas says. The beat of his heart sounds like the beeping of a heart monitor.

He sighs softly, shifting in his chair. He sniffles again. “I’ll make sure he’s okay,” he says. “I promise.”

“This sucks, man,” Silas says helplessly.

He chokes out a wet laugh. He sobs, too. “I’m gonna miss you, buddy,” he says.

Restrained to the surface, he lifts his fist from the table as far as he can. “See you in hell?”

He sobs again. He laughs, too. “I’ll see you there. Tell you what,” he says, knocking his fist against Silas’, “when I get there, you can call me Jed.”

“Why?” Silas asks. “What’s Jed?”

He chokes out another sound, rubbing his mouth as he does it. “My name.”

“I thought your name was Medic,” Silas says, but it makes sense that it wouldn’t be his real name, because that’s also his job. He’d just never considered him having a real name, and he doesn’t wanna think about how much else is out there that’s he never considered, that he doesn’t know, that he’ll never know, but he can’t help it and it would make him vomit if his stomach had anything in it but active circuits and live wires. As it is, it crackles loudly with electricity.

But Medic laughs again, and it lightens the burden a little bit. It sits better than the crying. “That’s a lie,” he says. “It’s actually Jed.”

Silas lifts the corner of his mouth. “You might have to remind me next time.”

“I will,” he agrees. When the door beeps, a keycard being accepted, Medic takes his hand. “I’m gonna miss you, Silas.”

Silas says, “find Wren.”

It’s Carver that comes to loom over the head of the table. Carver specializes in head, face, and brain; Weaver specializes in organs and meat.

“Asset Park,” he says, “we want to thank you for your service.”

“Get fucked,” Silas says. Panic rises in his chest, and it surprises him.

The last thing he ever thinks about is Wren.

Jed doesn’t move from his chair, and the surgeon doesn’t ask him to. He doesn’t know if this one is Carver or Weaver; he doesn’t care. They’re both creepy, surgeons straight from horror movies, mad scientists from some especially miserable circle of hell.

He sits, watches. Doesn’t quite know why; figures Silas deserves that. Doesn’t deserve to be alone for this.

Except it isn’t what Jed thought it was going to be. Silas’ brain isn’t removed. It isn’t destroyed. Once his scalp is peeled down over his face, the top of his skull is sawed off, and once the bone is lifted out of place, the surgeon starts cutting into his brain, injecting into the tissue, with his other hand, something that Jed doesn’t recognize, something that looks like oil in the syringe.

He has to swallow before he can ask, “what are you doing?”

The surgeon doesn’t answer him.

He’s been crying for days, but it stops quickly. Nausea roils in. Silas was scared, and for that, Jed can’t imagine, but Silas’ life had been so miserable. It had been so painful. As resistant as he had been, he was tired. He deserves to rest. “You’re not gonna let him die?”

The surgeon doesn’t lift his head, but he makes a, “heh,” sound, which probably passes as amusement for him.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he says.

“Asset Park is our most advanced weapon,” the surgeon answers, clipped, not lifting his head. “His execution would be a bitter waste.”

“What are you doing to him?” Jed asks, and the words are stale.

“Cutting out the cancer,” he says.

The first time Silas wakes up, he’s pissed. He’s pissed. The creepy surgeon dorks are supposed to be smart. They’re supposed to be the smartest. Even they can’t kill him?

The first time Silas wakes up, he wakes up during surgery, and he is so. Fuckin’. Tired. Of being awake during surgery. It’s hard to explain how much something like that hurts; it’s a pain beyond Silas’ means of description. They have to think he’s dead, they have to, because his arms aren’t restrained, but they should be smarter than that, right? They can’t tell the difference between a dead Silas and a live one?

He grabs the closest by the throat. He doesn’t know who it is — he can’t tell any of them apart in surgery, not really. They look identical, Weaver and Carver and their swarms of surgical teams. They all dress in black, surgical caps and masks and scrubs. They all have the same hungry eyes. Silas grabs one of them by the throat, it doesn’t really matter which one, because a different one quickly slits the inside of his elbow, then his wrist with a scalpel. He drops them, grunts in frustration. Drops his arm back against the table with a thunderously loud noise. Loses a couple seconds as unconsciousness creeps up on him again.

When he comes to a second time, one of the surgeons is looking at him with shining eyes. “Still,” he tells Silas, “somehow, you surprise us.”

When he wakes up, he wakes up in a bland, grey room, beneath bland, grey sheets. The surgeon standing over him is a jarring contrast, dressed all in black. It’s very small. He doesn’t recognize it.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” It asks, leaning in too close to his face.

He thinks. He can’t think of anything.

The surgeon’s eyes crinkle above its black mask. “Excellent,” it says.

[ryeriy]

can I call you tonight?

warnings: slight angst (not really), not proofread so sorry for spelling errors

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a/n: this is my first f1 post so bare with me lol and hope you enjoy! Do you guys think I should make a part 2?!

Me and Lando broke up a few months ago. I'm sitting at home watching f1 cause I like the sport. The screen then changed to someone interviewing Lando.

I was barely listening to what he was saying, I just stared at him. Until he brought his hand up to his hair, I noticed the bracelet I gave him. I remember making him that bracelet. I listened and the interviewer asked about the bracelet.

“Yeah, it’s the one my previous girlfriend got me. It's a pretty nice bracelet, I just guess I’m not fully over her yet. Honestly, I don’t think I ever will be.” He said with a frown.

I looked at the TV in shock. I shook my head to make sure I was hearing it right, that he still wasn't over me. Quickly I glanced down at my phone and hesitated to pick it up before opening my text messages and typing in Lando's number.

hey.

I hovered over the send button for minutes before having the courage to finally send the message to him. What if he didn't mean it and just wanted to mess with me?

hi, how've been?

He texted back. I stared at it in shock making sure that he actually texted me back and I'm not going crazy.

im good, congrats on the podium by the way.

thanks, surprised to be hearing from you.

is that a bad thing?

not at all! just surprised.

I paused for a moment before coming up with what to say next. I couldn't tell if he liked talking or didn't?

I saw you on tv.

you did? I didn't think you'd care anymore.

nice bracelet you got on.

I was referring to the one he was wearing in the interview. The bracelet I made and gave to him when we were together.

so you saw the interview then...? did what I say offend you?

I mean I hesitated a bit before picking up my phone and sending you a message but I did it...does that answer it..?

yeah, I guess.

do you still think we've got a chance...?

I paused. I thought of what he was typing. I would've thought he would have moved on and had a girlfriend. Still trying process that he thinks we might have a chance.

all the time.

I miss not having you lay next to me when I fall asleep or have some to cuddle close with to keep me warm...I miss it all.

He paused for a moment. My message was left on read for a minute before he sent another response.

I miss it too.

I smiled at my screen as I read his message. I typed a message but deleted it and rephrased the sentence. I paused before sending it, taking a deep breath and pressing send.

can I call you tonight?

Asking was a huge risk on my end. I didn't know if he would reject me or not. He could just stop texting me now.

yeah, it'd be nice to hear your voice again.

how about in thirty minutes?

I'll be waiting :)

:)

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan comes across your ex Joel Miller, who happens to still have feelings for you and decides to make him jealous.]

Some smut, jealousy

“Negan it was long ago, it doesn’t matter”

“Does it? Cause the way he looked at you said a lot different, better yet-“ he turned you around to face him.

“The way you looked at him said a lot different”

Negan and Jane

“I found someone who could help you two,” Tommy said to Joel and Ellie.

“His name is Negan, he’s got a car you guys can use.“

“Im listening” Joel responded.

“He has a sanctuary not too far ahead, we haven’t had any problems so far. We just met him but we’ve traded a few things. For the car he wants more weapons”

“I ain’t giving up any more of my damn weapons” Joel was stubborn making Ellie rub her forehead.

“Joel, this is the only way to get to where you want to go. My car isn’t going to last much longer. I got no other options for you” Tommy explained. It was obvious Joel wasn’t too happy of the idea but gave in.

Sitting with Negan in the kitchen, you were both interrupted with Simon coming in letting you know the man he was waiting for was there.

“Who’s he talking about?” You asked as Negan quickly got up walking out ahead of you.

“Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart” he responded as you tried to keep up with him.

“Since when don’t you tell me things?”

“Cause this isn’t important” his response was a bit snobby as he opened the doors of the room walking inside.

“So what, I’d still like to know” you walked in beside him looking straight at who was in front of you. A shock making you take a stumble back as Negan looked at you strangely, watching as you stared at the man before you in a way he’d never seen.

“Jane?” Negan furrowed his brows before looking at the man in front of you and realizing he had the same look. It had been so long since you had seen Joel, his hair had touches of grey, yet he still looked like the Joel you knew.

Negan cleared his throat stepping in front of you making Joel look up at him. Looking over at Simon, Negan smirked as he took a step forward.

“Pardon me, but it seems by that holy shit look on your face that you just might know my lady”

Your heart was racing, you knew Negan was a jealous man.

“He’s- he’s an old friend” you quickly came out beside him. Taking a deep breath he looked over at you, gently caressing your face.

“Baby, you know I don’t like it when you lie to me” his tone was calm yet still made you nervous, more for Joel.

“My ex fiancée” Joel’s voice made you both look his way as Negans hand dropped from your face. His brother Tommy beside him with a young girl you had never seen beforem intrigued by what was going on.

“Is that right?” Negan raised his brows as he stepped closer to him. You knew what Negan was capable of and could feel your heart pounding outside of your chest. Joel didn’t look away, chin high showing no fear as he stared Negan right in his eyes.

Very much like Joel to do so.

What felt like forever in silence, Negan suddenly laughed and turned back to you.

“Well let’s help your friends out, shall we?” You could sense the sarcasm in his tone, you left the room quickly feeling uneasy. Negan remained still with a grin staring at Joel.

“I think this is gonna be fun” His grin disappearing into a threatening look before leaving the room.

“This is what cha bought me to?” Joel turned to his brother.

“I had no idea Joel, I swear.”

“Your ex fiancée huh” Ellie raised her brows.

“Don’t” Joel snapped.

“I ain’t staying here we’ll find another way” before he could get to the door Tommy stopped him.

“There’s no other way Joel, just take what help you get, they got a place for you to sleep tonight. Just stay” Joel was pissed, he knew his brother was right but the last thing he wanted was to stay around seeing the woman he still loved with another man.

Going through the cabinets pretending to be looking for something you heard Negan walk in behind you. He didn’t say anything at first, but you could feel him quietly observing you, walking up behind.

“Ex fiancé huh?”

You sighed looking down as he moved closer.

“Negan it was long ago, it doesn’t matter”

“Does it? Cause the way he looked at you said a lot different, better yet-“ he turned you around to face him.

“The way you looked at him said a lot different” he flared his nostrils looking down at you.

“It was nothing-“

“You sure about that?” He leaned his face closer making you back away. He took a deep breath in frustration and looked away.

“I’m going to bed” you pushed past him leaving the room.

Heading to the room Negan found Joel walking into the room across his and chuckled to himself. He knew exactly why he had Joel placed there.

In bed facing your back to the door you heard Negan step inside and lock the door. His boots could be heard walking from one side of the room to the other until he finally got into the bed behind you.

“Darling” he whispered close to your ear wrapping his arm around you.

“I’m sorry” he kissed your neck.

“It’s just…I can get a little” he kissed you again.

“Angry…when a man looks at you a certain way..”

“Well there’s no need to” you finally responded feeling yourself grow weak by his breath against your skin.

“Look at me” he turned your face up to him.

“Do you love that man?”

“No” you swallowed nervously, at least you didn’t think you did. Negan didn’t say another word and instead kissed you, turning your whole body to him he got on top of you and pushed your legs apart placing himself in between. The only thing seperating you both was the very thin fabric of your underwear and his boxers.

“Tell me you’re all mine” he looked deeply into your eyes as he reached between you.

“I am all yours” you whispered as you felt him slide your underwear to the side and begin to penetrate you.

Joel lay back in his bed wondering what the hell he got himself into. His hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling before hearing a sound coming from across the hall.

Joel knew exactly what that sound was, how could he not? He sat up in disbelief. The sound of your moans echoing in the hall, he was pissed.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me” he stood up in the room pacing back and fourth as your moans grew louder. Images running through his mind, memories of how you sounded with him when he made love to you. Jealousy and rage getting the best of him, he picked up the chair beside the bed and threw it against the wall.

“Stop! What was that?” You panted pushing Negan off, quickly grabbing your robe. From

your knowledge the rooms around you were always kept empty for privacy, Negan made it this way.

“It’s probably nothing, baby come on” he rushed putting his pants on following you to the door.

Tying your robe shut you opened the door to find Joel walking out of the room in front of you, both of you stopping in your tracks.

“Joel?” You whispered in shock and embarrassment. He was angry, you had never seen Joel look this angry.

“Having fun?”

“Joel, I…I didn’t know you were in that room” Negan came up behind you with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry pal, my lady can get a little loud when she’s with me-“

“Negan” you looked back at him cutting him off as Joel walked outside.

“Why would you do that?” You walked back inside the room dressing yourself.

“Do what?”

“You purposely put him there! Why would you embarrass me like that?!” You stood up staring straight at him.

“Oh come on, it was just a joke” he chuckled.

“A joke? At my expense? I didn’t think you took being intimate with me as a joke to show off in competition with another man-“

“There’s no competition, baby” he responded in a cocky manner.

“You sure? Cause it sure seemed like you had something to prove” you walked out angrily slamming the door as he called out your name loudly.

“Stupid” you came outside in the late night with tears in your eyes. Just wanting to get away from Negan for a moment, not realizing Joel was a few feet away from you leaning on a fence, his back to you until he heard you come out. The two of you locking eyes, his anger suddenly turning into concern the second he saw you were crying.

“The hell he do to you?” He rushed towards you almost heading back to where Negan was before you stopped him.

“Nothing! Nothing, we just argued” you looked down in shame brushing your tears away.

“I can’t believe he just used me like that to get you mad” you whispered to yourself.

“Yeah, well it worked.” He admitted in frustration. You sighed looking away not noticing the way he stared at you. Even through the anger he couldn’t help but stop and want to take in every part of you. He never thought he would see you again. His eyes drifting down to your black pants and tank top, your hair was a lot longer than he remembered. He stopped at the soft plump look of your lips as you brushed your fingers through your hair.

“You look good” his words making you look at him a bit surprised. An immediate look of regret in his eyes wondering if he should have said anything.

“Thank you” you smiled, your smile somehow bringing him some kind of tranquility before asking him the unexpected.

“Where’s Sarah?” He should’ve known you’d ask for her, the two of you were actually close when you were with him. He hadn’t come across anyone else that knew her so he never had to mention her, he grew used to that, it was better for him. Turning away looking down he cleared his throat.

“She’s um��she didn’t make it” both hands came to your lips, almost immediately finding yourself rushing beside him. Without thinking placing your hands on his arm making him turn to you.

“Oh Joel…I’m so sorry” you could see him holding back tears as he looked down at you, clenching his jaw as he turned away. He nodded not saying a word, your hands still on his arms until the sound of Negans voice surprised you.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” He

spoke sarcastically as you quickly took your hands off and stepped back.

“Negan I was just-“ he walked towards you tilting his head sideways with a smile.

“Why don’t you get back inside baby, I’ll be right in.” You looked over at Joel only pissing him off more, his smile quickly vanishing.

“Let’s go in together” you spoke softly looking back at Negan, afraid of what he wanted with Joel.

“Fine, if that’s what you want, sweetheart” you could see it left Negan upset but quietly he took your arm and headed back for the room. Looking back at Joel he watched you walk away with Negan before turning away.

“Why the hell are you protecting him?” Negan snapped the second you both walked into the room.

“I’m not protecting him, Negan-“

“And what the hell was that about? Your hands were all fucking over him” you sighed turning back to Negan.

“They were not all over him, I was just trying to comfort him after finding out his daughter had died, Negan” he looked down at you with furrowed brows not knowing what to say.

“Me and her were close at a certain point, that’s all.” You walked off heading to the bed. Negan didn’t say much after that, quietly getting into bed beside you he knew you were still upset with him, he wondered if there was anything unfinished with Joel…

Should I continue this between Negan and Joel or do you guys prefer just Negan stories only? Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[echantedtoon]

Love Is Blind Ch7 What We Need

(Warnings: Kagaya's scars and illness mentioned. Mentioning of Kagaya's face getting burnt by a firework by Muzan.

This spans over a few months too with a time skip of two years later near the end. Apologies for short chapter.)

Two months passed. Two awkward tense months after that entire incident with Muzan. After you had been put in the entire spot. And you didn't know what to do.. You didn't know what to do or what to think. Your brain was a mixture of jumbled up dread and blankness and disbelief and shock of what happened mixed in with absolute anger at both Muzan and  Mr. Kotoya for what they both did and what they said to you. But then there was another feeling in there..A gentle feeling. A fluttering feeling. 

Soft hands slowly came down to hold yours, making you jump out of your thoughts and look up. Kagaya smiled at you from his place on the bench. A very comforting and soothing presence that instantly chased off any unwanted dread from your mind. The warm summer breeze washing over the best of you before you smiled back, hand slowly closing back around his, and then you leaned over just enough to place your head affectionately on his shoulder. In response his own head slowly bowed against yours. Silence except the chirping birds and babbling spring in the garden interrupted the blissful peace. It was pure bliss.

"Y/n," a soft voice called out to you. "Are you alright? You have been distant lately, and it seems you have been deeply bothered by something even more than before." You paused.. before frowning despite his hand squeezing a bit firmer. "Please tell me what has been bothering you.It has been weighing on my mind so much."

There was more silence with your silence and the dread coming back to swirl into your stomach until you sighed and gently pulled away from Kagaya. Meeting his worried eyes pleadingly staring at you begging for an answer. Should you tell him? You didn't want to cause him trouble or pain or worry. It seemed like he already had enough to worry on his shoulders as it was. You were just planning on pushing through until the end of the year as per the deal before breaking the news to him but...

"I don't want to worry you with my problems."

"Your problems are mine as I may have caused them. Please don't feel as if you cannot share your burdens with me, Y/n."

You hesitated regarding the blind man in front of you now before sighing and looking away. "...I don't think we should be married or together for that matter."

Again silence once resumed outside the hum of nature. You kept your gaze on the ground at your feet guiltily unable to look him in the eyes despite the fact he probably couldn't tell you weren't looking at him at all.

"I see," he spoke slowly and he didn't sound mad. Instead he tilted his head at you. "Is there any particular reason you think that?"

"A lot of reasons actually." You frowned harder staring at your lap and his hands still holding yours. "But mostly it's how Im being treated. And that's another thing! Everyone keeps saying how kind and caring and helpful I am like I'm some kind of personal assistant. It's nice but I don't want to be complimented like a personal assistant! I want to be complimented as a partner! I want someone to tell me that my eyes are pretty! That I look wonderful! I want to hear someone tell me how beautiful they think my smile is! Or how smart they think I am! I feel like I can't do that with you." For the first time since you started talking, you finally looked at Kagaya who's calm expression did not change. "I want to be able to do things with my husband! I want to go places and see things with him! I want to do things like dance and go on walks together and hold each other! I'm not able to do anything like that with you! I can't even do things by myself anymore!! I can't go anywhere because I have to take care of you! I can't step outside for more than ten minutes without someone asking me where you are or how you're feeling or your grandfather scolding me for not being by your side every waking moment I have! It's like I'm not even my own person anymore! No one outside of you cares to ask how I feel or if I'm ok! Sometimes..." You really deflated on the verge of crying and feeling terrible again. "Sometimes I wonder why the gods gave me your name. Was it just because I'm an herbalist? Is this what I'm supposed to do for the rest of my life? Just...keep quiet about all my unhappiness and grin and bare this fate of becoming a caregiver forever?....This isn't what I wanted"

You were expecting a lot of reactions out of him. Anger. Disappointment. Hurt. Guilt. Maybe hatred towards you. All of which you wouldn't blame him for. But instead there was more silence and to your shock something touched your face. A soft hand cupping your face.

"Y/n, please look at me." You didn't want to. You already felt so bad and guilty for unleashing all your feelings on him. But the insistent hand on your cheek won out and you turned to look at his eyes again. They held nothing but kind and understanding. "Y/n, I am so sorry you have been through all of this and I am sorry if I have caused any of this stress on your life. But.." his thumb gently ran over the underside of your eye and you just now realized that you were lightly crying. "I am so relieved you finally shared this with me. You are not wrong for feeling the way you did and I don't blame you for anything. Thank you for telling me."

You sniffled reaching out to rub your face on your sleeve as two arms gently wrapped around your body and gently pulled your form against his own in a hug. Relief but feeling bad still ran through your body as he hugged you to comfort you.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry."

You shook your head against him. "N-No. Don't apologize. I-It's not your fault." Your eyes stared down at his shirt before you just sighed. "It's just that I don't think I'm ready for this big of a commitment to my life yet."

Kagaya paused, and blinked at something you said. "Yet?"

You nodded leaning into him making him blink surprised. "I do like you. You're the most beautiful man I've ever met...but I'm just not ready for this big of a step in my life yet. There's still things I want to do for myself. So this isn't a no." Arms reached out to hug him back. "It's just a not now."

Kagaya's eyes widened to the size of plates in surprise but soon after smiled fondly at him. "I understand completely. You deserve to live your life fully...For that I'll release you from the deal you made."

You shook your head. "N-No. I made a promise to stay until the end of the year, and I want to spend more time with you before I go home and fulfill my wants."

"Are you sure? I will not make you stay if you don't want to. I won't make you feel pressured to stay just because of an agreement I said you didn't have to fulfil anymore."

You nodded smiling. "Yes. I'm sure. I already feel better now that we understand each other better. I only hope Mr. Kotoya won't be angry with me."

"Why would he be angry with you? You've been nothing but kind." You again hesitated. "Please tell me. I do not want anyone to make you feel bad."

"...The day Muzan came to see you." He paused against you. "He told me it was my obligations to marry you and give you children no matter what and to not forget it and that the gods put me here for that reason. I just... Didn't want you to be angry with your grandfather because of me-"

You fell silent as he held up a hand to your face in a sign to stop. "Do not say that again. If I get angry with him then it won't be because of you. It'll be because of the vile way he's treated you. I'm going to be having a VERY serious talk with him and everyone else about their treatment of you. I assure you that this will not be happening again. From anyone especially my own family."

...You leaned back to look at Kagaya. "Why do you hate Muzan so much anyways? He's very rude but it seems like you have a deep hatred for him."

Kagaya fell silent once again before he exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes. "He is the who rendered me blind."

Your mouth fell open in shock. "What? How?"

"When we were younger he had gotten a hold of some fireworks and set them off. One went off in my face burning my eyes."

You looked at him in pity. He was expecting that reaction from you but didn't expect your hands to cup his face. Running gently over the purpled flesh before stopping on his cheeks once more. A smile gracing your face. 

"Well I still think you're beautiful. My opinion will not change."

Kagaya felt his heart skip a beat and his face heat up as he felt her leaning in. 

She thought he was beautiful. It's what no other woman had told him before. Not since his mother before her death. He felt that. He would appreciate that about her as she left that winter to fulfill her own life. And he would always wait for that appreciation that she had to come back with her but for now...

In this moment...

He would savor the feeling of warmth of her.

You were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the sunlight. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. Barely anyone was outside now, too busy inside mingling, eating the food, and other things. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away.

He held the woman in front of him, this silly silly woman with the beautiful kindness and the cute smile. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. The wind blew some more rustling the flower petals and driving the intoxicating sweet scents from the garden around them more. And blowing some of that pretty hair into his face, which she immediately reached to pull away and Kagaya made no move to stop her from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped his cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

-TWO YEARS LATER-

The overarching flowers outstretched their petals looming overhead as arms getting ready to embrace the people below in their soft petals falling down from above as shining gifts from the heavenly tops of the trees. 

It was like heaven. Staring up at nothing but beautiful cherry blossoms hanging down from the air as leaves blocked out most of the rest of the light but still patches of that beautiful sun flowed down in small splotches peeling through the trees and their heavenly flowers like shy mice. The aroma of the flowers filling this area right out of a fairytale and the small animals running amongst the flora only added to that heavenly fairytale image. A mother crow and her two young chicks peeped out from a nest overhead signalling the start of another spring. Bringing life and hope after a long hard winter once more. The beautiful mother put attention on her children before looking at the man sat under the tree silently. 

A hand held out.

A moment later the mother left her peeping chicks in favor of temporary sitting herself on soft fingers. Feathers ruffled up and a coo of affectionate leaving her as a gentle hand smoothly ran across her head.

"You've done such a good job tending to your little ones. Now we have two new children to add to our family. The width of my family seems to grow every year around this time."

White pretty orbs crinkled up in a smile as the bird cooed and leaned into his hands but stopped and looked up. As did he. With a slight turn of his head as soft footsteps stepped through the blades of grass before stopping before him. Silence rang one more other than the breeze. It brought the sounds of rustling leaves. The aromas of fragrant flowers and freshly cut grass. The distant smells of wysteria clinging to a girl who made the long journey all the way up the mountain to see him smiling.

"Can you tell me what colors this beautiful creature is?" The hand raised up slowly to not jostle the mother bird resting on his index finger.

"A shining ebony like your hair. No doubt this bird is a crow."

"Very good. They're often mistaken for ravens."

"With your knowledge you can easily tell the difference." The sent of wysteria become stronger and then there was a softness holding his cheek. "But then again you always had a knack for knowing things."

A smile leaned into the hand smiling wider. A few chuckles escaping from his throat. "That's why I knew you would come back to me."

[wrathofrats]

I blacked out in @divine-misfortunes DMs as usual because one of us mentioned the idea of murder Zeph so im here to bless you all with 1k of just zephyr being unhinged

Content warning for gore, body horror and graphic depictions of violence. This is just a description of zephyr killing someone, please be aware of what this is before you proceed

Anyways, hope you all enjoy <3

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Zephyrs body has never worked correctly.

Their joints ache and scream when they move, their back burns some days when they use their cane to hobble through the halls. They feel pathetic and helpless on their bad days. Left to rely on ifrit for simple tasks even though it gnaws and pulls at them to be so practically helpless.

Zephyr gets somewhat pent up, over it. A sick craving for blood and gore that goes beyond making their stomach full. A carnal rage to rip into something, to play god with the life of something beneath them.

They want to see the life in someone’s eyes die, the fear as they beg them not to. They want to feel powerful and in control. Can’t help but to play with their food and draw it out for as long as possible.

They don’t often get prey in their grasp with no way for them to wriggle free, zephyr might as well have their fun with it.

It’s almost laughable how easy it is for them to find their victim.

They’re unassuming. Zephyr knows their reputation in the halls of the abbey, always has a bark harsher than their bite. With the cane or having to lean on ifrit to get through the corridors it’s really no surprise that they’re not seen as a threat.

It just makes it easier for them.

It’s really almost too easy.

Zephyr stands in wait in one of the halls late at night, paces a bit to seem like they’re busy. It’s almost entirely empty at this hour, they walk up and down for what feels like hours. Their mouth waters as they think about their plan, the metallic taste tingles in the bottom of their fangs.

The click of a sisters heels startles Zeph out of their crimson fantasies.

“Zephyr? What are you doing out at this hour?”

They don’t recognize her, almost feels bad but at their age the constant rotation of devotees for their cause makes it impossible to keep up. It won’t matter in a bit anyways.

“Can you help me push this door open? It’s just too heavy for me today”

The sibling smiles and gives a look that’s a bit too close to sympathetic. Pity almost, if it wasn’t for the nature of the interaction zephyr may be a bit more forgiving but it only really fuels their desire. It becomes a show of power rather than the need to feast.

She pushes open the door, standing in front of it to make sure it stays open while Zeph makes a show of hobbling through. She even asks if there’s anything else she can do while she’s still there. It’s a shame she’s so polite, zephyr almost feels bad.

The oxygen is soon ripped from her lungs so fast that she collapses to the floor in a vain attempt to force it back inside. She looks up in shock, mouth agape gasping for air.

It’s not enough to make her unconscious, just enough to incapacitate her because oh it wouldn’t be much fun if she wasn’t awake would it be?

The sibling tries to fight against zephs power to gulp in the oxygen. It doesn’t work, painful and useless and she struggles against herself not to panic completely when they see Zeph staring at them with a claw raised. Their eyes glaze over in black, a bloodlust invading their senses as their pupils blow wide.

She can’t fight, the lack if air combined with the sheer primal panic of not being able to breathe is enough to have her incapacitated, not able to do much more than writhe on the ground like a roach.

It’s entertaining to watch them struggle while she still doesn’t know what’s going on. The lack of oxygen isn’t enough to kill the poor prey, sadly enough for it, but it’s enough to finally steal away their consciousness as zephyr prepares to go in for their kill.

Again, it’s almost too easy.

A sharp claw runs down her sternum, digging in just enough draw blood, the sharp sensation enough to jerk her awake.

Zeph quickly rips away the air from their prey’s lungs again once they start to scream. It’s loud, piercing, almost annoying. Much easier to have them silently mimic trying to gasp for the air it must know it won’t receive.

The claw sinks deeper on the way down. Past the hard bone of the ribcage and truly ripping through the soft flesh of the stomach. Its face contorts violently as they slash through the fat and muscle. Can’t fight, only can watch and thrash their head as if maybe if it turned at the right angle it would be able to breath again.

The white hot searing pain that comes from its abdomen would take its breath away anyways, its lungs fight to expel the air from the feeling of being flayed open but desperately tries to open to take in the oxygen it hasn’t had in minutes now.

Zephyr completely disembowels the prey, something sickly powerful about seeing an organ work in a still living body. The way its stomach moves or seeing the underside of the bottom of its ribs move with each breath they’ve now allowed them to have back.

Their mouth starts to water again. They debate tasting their meal as they prepare it.

Zephyr clots their wounds closer so the steady river of blood stops trying to tempt them into losing the control they’ve fought so hard for.

The state of being in and out of consciousness is gagging torture, being in so much pain that it passes out before being brutally forced back into the hell state by zephyr allowing it to breath again.

It’s a horrific realization after a couple passes that zephyr is eating it alive.

The ghoul just stares at it low from its abdomen, covered in blood and entrails in their mouth, shredded at the ends from where they had been forcefully ripped from their confines. The blood that they haven’t clotted drips down their chin and over the skin that has yet to be cut open wide.

This is the best part, a true delicacy. Fleshy and easy to access but not enough to kill the prey in any fast amount of times it’s enough to savor it, really take in everything while it’s still alive.

The mercy only comes when Zeph is done eating. A slash to the throat is fastest, leave it wide open to lap up the blood until it stops twitching.

Zephyr is a contradicting sight. Prim and proper, all pale and delicate but covered in blood with a wild look in their eyes. Soaks through their shirt and drips down their arms and wrists from where it coats their hands.

Properly unhinged and brimming with a sick sort of glee.

A dark power, being able to kill and covered in their pretty blood.

proud and hungry.

[geekygeckogeeks]

I woke up at like 4am bored as hell and this thing below is the result.

Please keep in mind that I’m not a professional writer and I failed my recent English test.

Now presenting: Logan turning into orange transformation scene cause I’m too tired to think of an actually good name!

May be a bit spooky and stuff cause I kinda did whatever I wanted.

Shut the F up Roman, not a single word out of you’re delusional self has ever helped anyone!!

Everyone simply stood in shock, they didn’t know what else to do. Sure everyone was aware Logan didn’t have the best temper (despite his insistence on being emotionless) but this was an entirely different form of anger that seemed uncharacteristic when coming out of Logan’s mouth.

Eventually a shaking Roman broke the tense silence through breaking down in tears, snapping Patton back to reality.

“Roman are you okay? Patton asked although it was extremely clear to see that he wasn’t.

“No” Roman said between sobs. “I’m not”

This conflict brought Virgil back to Earth

“Logan what the hell was tha-??”

“Yeah Logan apologise to Ro-??”

Is was then the others began to realise Logan’s state. He was crouched on his hands and knees which forcing himself to stare into the messy carpet, so the others couldn’t see his new eyes. While he began to slightly slump down but no enough for it to be evident

“Hey you alright?” Virgil asked Logan in the softest tone he could muster.

“MeE?” Logan crooned “I assure you I’m no-iM fInE” His position still didn’t change, even as he said it though.

Roman (how had by now stopped crying) quickly responded”See look he’s perfectly fine, now let’s continu-

“NoT oNlY FiNe!” Although the others couldn’t see it, a uncanny smile that was just a bit too wide and just a tiny bit too toothy bled onto his mouth.”SuBliMe, FaNtAsTiC, AmAzInG, GrEaT…etc” as Logan carried on listening positives his voice became harsh and gravely and the once cool atmosphere that once surrounded him was corrupted making everyone feel slightly uncomfortable.

Everyone began to get slightly concerned of the thing in Logan’s spot.

“Ermm you don’t seem so Amazing, It’s always good to share you’re feelings ya know!” Patton said although his voice was now quivering and he didn’t seem so sure of himself.

“Don’t worry about Logan, he’s just trying to steal the sp-

“LoGaN?” The thing repeated the name as if feeling the sound of it roll around his mouth.

“Logan this isn’t funny, stop!” Virgil shouted.

it than got up from his position. Logans head moved around uncontrollably and his movement were unnatural as if he was just a rag doll being piloted by invisible strings.

“Im so sorry… BuT i DoNt KnOw A lOgAn.”

His head had stopped jerking around by now and now lay on a slant revealing a haunting smile and two unnerving orange eyes.

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (kurt cobain x fem! reader) (pt6)

Dave got up and went over to the TV stand. he pulled open two drawers and was looking through movies "alright....horror....comedy....romance..ew...action...and uhh i think thats it...." he said looking back at us. "oh and thriller" he said looking again. "um..is horror ok?" i asked kurt. "sure" he said smiling "dave, is horror ok?" kurt asked "sure thats ok with me...we got...Children of the corn...the fog...lady in white...beetlejuice..." he went on to list a few more. "oh children of the corn" i said with a smile. "oh i saw that in theaters when it came out...scared the shit out of me..." dave said grabbing the tape and putting it in the small slot. "uh dave can i talk to you for a minute.." kurt said looking at him. my face changed from excited to a bit sad. were they gonna talk about me? plan something? ambush me? i began to overthink the chances. "sure" he said coming over to kurt. "privately..." he said looking into his room. "ok" dave said moving out of kurts way so he can get up. they walked into kurts room. what were they doing.

Kurts POV: "whats up?" dave asked me "dude...i like her...a lot" i said running my hands through my hair. "oh wow....thats straight forward...." dave said shocked a bit. "i know...but were band mates! what will people think! i really like her...shes nice and pretty and she has great style...shes so much more talented than me...should....should i make a move on her?" i asked him "ok ok...dont make a move just yet...its still a bit early to do that....but talk to her and know her better...go out together... hang out as much as you can but not too much y'know? invite her over some nights for some drinks maybe....and show her your true self...tell her your secrets but not too many just yet...and slowly start to hint you like her till the point you ask her out...if she says yes thats good and you can go from there..." he said pulling my hands to my sides. "help her when she needs it...say if shes having a breakdown...comfort her if she wants it...if she doesn't say you understand and leave her to collect herself. and reassure her you are a person to trust and to come to at any time" he said looking me dead in the eyes. "th-thats a lot" i say wide eyed. "just take things at a slow pace and be patient and it will turn i out well" he spoke. "what if she says no" i asked "then say...you got the wrong idea and you got the wrong hints, you'll be ok" dave said still staring at me. "okay..." i said looking around to try and remember the things he said. "alright...but im a slob! she wont like me!" i whisper yelled "you dont know that...you dont know her enough...she'll keep you in line" he reassured me. i took a few deep breaths before exiting the room with dave. i saw Y/N on the couch. she looked a bit sad. i sat next to her "you alright?" i asked putting a smile on, hiding my nervousness. "yeah..." she said fidgeting with her hands. she wasn't ok. "wanna talk about it?" i asked. she stayed quiet for a second before speaking. "what were you guys talking about..." she asked. i had to think fast. "we were talking about some personal things...about my ex girlfriend..." i said. "hm" she hummed "her name was tracy...she was a total bitch...and we would argue a lot...and uh she called me earlier and bitched me out...cant get my mind off of it" i lied. i wanted to make her feel better. she sat in silence before speaking "where am i gonna sleep?" she turned her head to me. "oh shit...i didnt think of that..." i said rubbing my neck. "well...dave sleeps on the couch....i dont have anywhere except for my bed....i can sleep on the floor?" i said looking at her. "but...i dont want you to feel uncomfy..." she said. she frowned a bit. "i'll be fine...its just one night" i said smiling a bit. "no" she spoke. "what?" "no" "why" "cause i dont wanna be an asshole" "you aren't though" "shut up...we can share" "what!" i was shocked. she wanted to be in the same bed as me...sleeping....is it perverted if i say yes? is it rude if i say no? it seems like i dont have an option. "you heard me" she replied with a small smile. my face grew extremely red. she giggled a bit. "focus on the movie!" dave reminded us "hehe ok" she said turning away and back to the TV. soon after she fell asleep. her head was on my shoulder. her arms wrapped around my waist. dave looked over at me and moved his eyebrows up and down while looking at us. i chuckle a bit. she groaned a tiny bit before cuddling into me more. i couldn't help but get butterflies from her touch. my hand grazed through her hair. i grew tired as well and knew i should go to bed. i slipped off my shoes and carefully picked her up bridal style. her shoes were already off thankfully. i told dave good night before i carried her into my room. i placed her on the bed and sat next to her. i pulled the sheets and blankets over her and lied down next to her. she almost instantly cuddled into me again. her face was on my chest with our arms wrapped around each other. her breaths were slow and calming. my god shes beautiful. my hand grazed through her soft hair. i soon also fell asleep. embraced in each others touch.

[nctsplug02]

HELLOO i was the one who asked u abt when r u opening ur reqs again n i was thinking abt a smut where reader is slim but have big tiddies n bf! jae / johnny never rlly noticed until reader did smth to show it n they were surprised n got horny n after that they fucked HAHWHAJSNSKSH also include breeding n degradation pls HEHE FANKS U BAEE 😁😁💗💗

[3:39pm]

genre: smut and fluff

note: happy New Years my babies, im so ready for the new year and i hope you are too! i hope whoever reads this has the best year! <3

“Aren’t you gonna take the shirt off, baby?” Jaehyun asks as he applies the sunscreen on his face and body. “Oh, um.. i thought I’d keep it on while swimming.” You reply hugging your body. “Well, if that makes you comfortable then alright.” He smiles up at you.

You wore jaehyuns large t-shirt to cover what you were insecure about, which were your large breasts. You were too ashamed of your breasts that you wore baggy clothes to hide them.

“But why can’t jaehyun see your breasts? Don’t you guys get naked for sex?” Not you. You would always have his t-shirt on to cover them up.

Jaehyun knew to respect you and your boundaries so he never pressured you into anything.

“Okay, im going in first, alright baby?” He says standing up and tossing the bottle of sunscreen in the beach bag.

Your eyes follow as jaehyun makes his way to the pool where the others were at. “Ah! Here comes jaehyun!” Naeun squeals with her girl friends that surrounded her.

She was always trying to take jaehyun from you, you never understood why jaehyun still allowed himself around her.

You admired her, her perfect slim body, her perfect tits, her smile, her broad shoulders that you wished you had. When you looked at yourself, you saw a hideous monster with big tits. You’ve always wondered why jaehyun had picked you over Naeun.

“Ah! Don’t splash me jae! My hair was just done yesterday!” Naeun squeals and tries her best to cover her hair.

It looked as if the moment had happened in slow motion. Jaehyun splashed water on her and her friends, Naeuns’ tits bounced lightly, it made you mad.

“Jae, stop! Ahh!” She giggles and squeals, pushing her arms together to show her tits off.

“Y/n! Come join us!” Johnny smiles with the other guys surrounding him. You smiled back, should you do it?

Fuck it.

You bit down on your bottom lip and decided that you were gonna show your body off. You shouldn’t be insecure about them, you should love them.

You lifted jaehyuns shirt off your body and threw it behind you. You slowly made your way over the pool and walked in, the warm water thrashing over towards you as jaehyun continues to splash the girls.

“Aye, y/n joined!” Mark cheers with the red solo cup in his hand. You shyly grinned after gaining the attention from mark and the others.

“Jae—! Y/n?” Naeun looks at you in utter shock. Jaehyuns stops splashing and looks over at you, the tip of his ears quickly turning red as he sees your tits—

“Ugh, go put a fucking shirt on or something! Your tits are too huge, aren’t you ashamed of them?” Naeun said in disgust.

This was a mistake.

You inhaled and turned around, climbing out the pool and grabbing your towel from the beach bag. You wrapped your body in the towel and ran inside the house.

You felt so embarrassed, she embarrassed you in front of multiple people, especially your boyfriend. You saw how his face was, you couldn’t tell wether it was with disgust or shock— of course it was disgust, if Naeun and her girls were disgusted then obviously jaehyun was too.

You locked yourself in the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. “God, get me a fucking boob job or something.” You cried out, staring down at your breasts with shame.

Knock knock!

“Y/n? Can you open the door please?” You turned to the door, hearing jaehyuns voice from the other side. You sighed and reached over, unlocking it and letting him in.

“What, jae—?” You ask once he closes the door but, he crashes his lips onto yours causing you to shut up.

after a few seconds, he pulls away and gives you a toothy grin. “You did it, baby!” He says, cupping your face and cheering for you. “You faced your insecurity, baby!” He says leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“No, jae.” You push his hands off your face which makes his smile drop. “What? You did, baby. You faced it and I’m so proud of you!” He says and hugs you from behind when you turn around with an upset face. “But now im back in that hole.” You turn around with sad eyes.

“Didn’t you hear what Naeun said? I am ashamed, im ashamed of my.. overly large breasts.” You mumble, looking down and tightening the towel around your chest. “Look at me,” he says cupping your face again.

“Baby, im so glad that you faced your insecurity today. Who gives a fuck about what Naeun said, her opinion doesn’t matter, baby. Trust me.” He laughs a little when you pout. “I love you.” He says and gives you a kiss. “I love you too.” You reply when pulling away.

“So, can i finally see the girls?” You scrunch your face up at the nickname he gave your breasts. “No pressure, baby. Show me when you’re ready—, oh fuck.” He mentally slaps himself when you drop the towel and pull your swimming top off.

He hesitates but then asks, “can I, can I touch them?” You laugh at him and then nod. His hands shakingly make their way to your large breasts. He cups them causing a soft moan to come from you, he looks up and smirks.

He looks up again when you gasp from the touch of his thumbs rubbing your nipples. “Oh, jae.” You sigh, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away which makes him pull you into a hug. “God, your boobs feel like pillows.” He groans as he feels your soft breasts against his chest. “They could be your pillows?” You suggests with a grin.

“I seriously can’t hide how hard I am right now.” Jaehyun says causing laughter to erupt from both of you. “What can i do to help?” You ask, biting your smirk away. “Well,” he hugs your waist tightly and looks down at you. “you can.. let me use that pussy of yours?” You tilt your head. “Hmm, think we can do better than that, baby.” Slowly and seductively, the intense eye contact turned into a heated makeout session.

You push jaehyun away, “how ‘bout we take this someplace else? Like.. Naeuns’ room?” He grins and giggles. “You’re a dirty girl, ‘dyou know that?” He says opening the door and picking you up before bringing you up to Naeuns room.

He kicks the door shut and lays you on the pink bed. “God, get these off.” He mumbles as he tugs on your shorts. You lift your hips to help the struggling man, he yanks your shorts and panties off with no struggle. “Finally.” He huffs and throws the clothing articles behind him.

“Yours, off too.” You frown up at him which makes him melt. He quickly gets rid of his swimming trunks and throws them behind him. “Let me see those beautiful tits again.” He mumbles and pulls at the towel that covered them.

He nearly cums when he sees your large tits just laying there. “Fuck,” he groans and grabs them, fondling them in his large hands. “Oh, how bad I want to fuck these tits.” He groans with an eye roll. “Fuck em’ then.” You say innocently along with an innocent smile. “Fucking slut just wants her tits fucked, hm?”

Jaehyuns hands trail down from your breasts to your dripping heat where he then slips two fingers in. “Oh shit.” You breathe out. “God, did you see how easily my fingers slipped inside your cunt? That’s how wet this fucking pussy is.” Jaehyun says with a smirk and a light laughter.

“Mm, just fuck my pussy!” You whine impatiently with an angry pout. “Ah, ah, ah. Ask nicely, you slut.” He says, stopping his fingers from moving. “Mm, fine.” You huff with attitude. “Please fuck me, jae.” He squints his eyes and scoffs.

“A slut who is desperate to get their hole filled needs to beg more.” He says, removing his fingers from your hole and wrapping them around your neck.

“Please fuck me, jae? I’m a desperate slut who wants her pussy filled with your cock!” Jaehyun smirks down at you, satisfied with how you whined and begged. “Okay, baby. Okay.” He teasingly coos at you while pumping his hard cock and spreading his precum around his tip.

“Jae, pl—“ your whining is stopped by jaehyun pushing his cock into you. “Oh, my!” You gasp and grip onto the sheets as he quickly starts ramming himself into you.

“Look at these fucking tits b—bouncing.” He says chewing onto his bottom lip and grabbing at your breasts that bounced with his rough thrusts.

“J—jae, please sq—squeeze my boobs?” You said through your uneven breathes. “These ones? Of course, baby.” He says squeezing at the soft flesh.

The room filled with your moans and jaehyuns groans that mixed beautifully. The squelching noises coming from your pussy as jaehyuns cock slid deeply inside you.

“Oh, jae,” you gasp, hands finding its place on your other breast, “im so close, im so close to cumming all over your cock.” You cry out which turns jaehyun on even more. “Good, be a good slut that you are and cum on my fucking cock.” He says leaning down and shoving your breast into his mouth.

When you had reached your climax, you clenched around jaehyun for dear life. “Fuck—, im so close, baby.” He whispers in your ear as he desperate rocks his hips. “C—cum in me then.” He pulls his head up and stares at you, his thrusts slightly slowing down.

“W—what?” He says confused. “Breed my hole, jae. Fuck a baby in me so everyone knows how good I took your cock. Let them know how good you fucked me raw—” You squealed as he picked his pace up again.

He was chasing it, he was chasing for his orgasm. Your words had hyped him up which turned him into a mad man. “You want it, baby?” He asks you through his clenched teeth. “Of course I do.” You reply before he then releases his load into you.

His white ribbons shooting themselves onto your velvetly walls. You guys stay like that for a while until he finally pulls out and dresses you and himself.

You guys walk outside to where the others were at and they looked at you both as if you guys were insane. “Where’d you guys go? Took about an hour for you two to hurry back out here.” Taeyong asks, resting his arms on the cement and looking up at the couple.

You look at jaehyun and he looks at you.

“We went.. to have some fun.” Jaehyun answers with a sly smirk.

[gogolstoelicker]

Giggles

We've got like practically a whole chain of BSD characters in Twisted Wonderland. So what if Akutagawa was there? We've got alot of agency members, time to bring Mafia into the mix. Evil ass

Twisted Wonderland with an Akutagawa!like MC

warning(s): mentions of killing, mentions of blood

notes: this is so funny to me bc imagine insulting mc and they just Rashomon everyone's ass

i added everyone bc pain and suffering sounds funny to me /j

You're extremely violent and ruthless when it comes to work, all the while maintaining a stoic and detached figure. Your composure is frequently broken by rage, however. You're quick to lash out whenever something doesn't go your way.

You seem to have a Social Darwinist perspective of the world. You believed that the weak deserves to die and yield to the strong.

Heartslabyul:

ace and deuce definitely learned the hard way not to piss you off LMAO

like they were causing trouble and u just rashomon their ass

esp ace (and grim)

and yknow in the prologue when ace mocked you? yeah

you probably rashomon his ass then

he was scared of you bc AREN'T U MAGICLESS?? WHAT IS THIS??

i mean he sure still bother u here and there after he got over his shock

can't help it man, you're his best friend

trey saw u and go "ah yes. another mentally ill friend🤗" /hj

honestly you're probably a little bit appreciative of trey

only a little tho

mostly bc of those pastries he makes

u try to avoid cater bc hes trying so hard to get ur emo ass to appear on his magicam

u probably tried to destory his phone once

but u got scolded by trey

u listen to trey for some reason?

talking to u is like a landmine bro

cater can ask a perfectly normal question like "do u like dogs?"

and u just go "not really, a wild dog bit one of my friends in the slums before so i was forced to kill all the dogs there"

and everyone at the table just stared at u like 🕴

riddle doesn't like how u do whatever u want

i mean u followed some rules if u think they're convenient but other than that, n o

and control that temper of yours! great sevens, he's getting a headache from the amount of times he had to collar u so u won't destroy heartslabyul or the whole school in general

Savanaclaw:

honestly? while you almost destroy everyone there

i think this kind of mc will get along with ruggie the most

i mean they do both grow up in the slums, so there's a lot of things they can relate to that others couldn't

(bsd beast spoiler: think of that one scene in the beast manga where akutagawa and atsushi are bonding over how their lives were before they got to where they are. it's smth like that)

you would rather die than admit it but you quite enjoy talking to ruggie

there's just something that you guys know that others dont bc you both grew up in the slums

like importance of food, and the fight for a notebook

one time, everyone caught u having a small smile on your face talking to ruggie

literally everyone: 😮😦

ace felt betrayed u smiled at ruggie and not him btw

"iM yOUr beST FRIend🤬🤬"

as for leona? u don't really care abt leona?

like leona is leona!!

but u guys might not get along too well tho

as for jack, you might get along with him a little

he believes u shouldn't do thing halfheartedly and u agree with that

he wants to be stronger, u wanna be stronger

is that u running on the tracks with jack at 5 in the morning?

oh see! u guys are bonding alr!!

Octavinelle:

if it isn't for your friends, the whole coral sea and monstro lounge would be destroyed

like thank god jack is strong enough to hold u back from lashing out completely

jade thought it was amusing but a bit bothersome

floyd thought it was funny and definitely tries to piss you off on more than one occasion

azul shakes in his seat thinking about the cost he will have to pay if u ever actually destroyed monstro lounge out of rage

and knowing u, u probably won't even help him pay that cost

so he ordered jade to uh

keep floyd away from u

that one time u lashed out is enough warning for him to be careful with you

esp when it seems like u don't even care abt ur comrades and is focused on destroying the things around u and the source as to why things doesn't go your way

honestly? u guys probably don't click KSKSK

Scarabia:

kalim thinks you're cool!!

like you're so strong and your ability is so cool!

I've said smth like that many times alr i am very sorry kalim!

jamil tries his hardest to keep kalim away from u cause like

you're very likely to kill him

like there's a 90% chance you would

5% you would try to avoid before killing him bc you got annoyed

4% you would do it when jamil's not around

and 1% that you wouldn't

jamil doesn't trust u at all

not that u cared ofc

kalim, however, always followed u around if he saw u walking down rhe hallway

like oh!! is that the prefect?!?!????

and then he dropped everything and ran up to u

better start running if u don't want him to bother u abt ur ability

Pomefiore:

smile will u?

vil said when he saw u

like he had never seen u smile at all! you're gonna get wrinkles that way, smile!

rook, however, isn't too bothered by this

you're beautiful the way u are!

like ur ability, the way u carry urself, ur appearance overall

its all simply BEAUTÉ😍

epel doesn't mind much

but you're so strong damn‼️he wants to be like that too‼️

and the way u do whatever u want no matter what the faculty or dorm leaders told u?

he's shaking, wanting u to take him as a student or smth

uh oh someone pls stop him

you're from the mafia? who cares!

ok maybe he cares a little

being from the mafia sound scary

but hey! all that matters is that u won't kill anyone here right?😁

right?😅😥

Ignihyde:

ah yes, emo with the emos

like idia gloomy and you're gloomy too

probably don't even acknowledge each other

like if you guys encounter each other in the hallways, u guys just walked past each other

maybe a small head nod as a greeting but other than that, n o t h i n g

u got into fights alot

and u have a lung problems so u were coughing all the time

one time u even coughed out blood

so ortho tried to look out for u!!

u almost lashed out at him since u don't want to be pittied(how do u spell)

but u got used to it over time!!

like he rushed over to u to help and u just

let it be

like stay there and let him do some treatment and analysis

mostly bc u know no matter what u do, he'll insist on doing this

Diasomnia:

ah yes, emo with the emos(2)

u think u and sebek could get along well bc of that hatred for humanity (well not really for sebek)

but in truth, it just sparks fights between the two of you

bc you're still a human and sebek is ❌anti human❌ apparently

lilia have met many kinds of people in his long life and during his travels

so he have probably met a few people like u so he knows how to deal with u!!

you're about to lash out? well better not try to lash out on him, he was a general yknow^^

silver is always on his guard with you

and esp knowing that you're from the mafia???

yeah he's def on his guard

malleus doesn't really care what or who u work for

he wants a friend who doesn't fear him

you dont fear him but u seem to have no interest in being his friend

he's pouty about it

if u look his way, you can see him sulking abt u not wanting to be his friend

this is a threat. be. his. friend.

Ramshackle:

oh grim def got his ass chop chop

the three ghosts too

you're probably the boss there now LMFOAOAOA

well i mean, you are a prefect. its only natural that u are one in ramshackle

but grim and the ghosts are definitely scared of you

like damn u almost destroyed the whole dorm and for what😔

but it's all good!! you warmed up to them one time!!

and it's now their core memory

like the prefect??? who almost killed us multiple time just protected us and told us not to die???

and they even suddenly started helping around??

what's next?? are the sun and moon gonna come out at the same time??

and idc what anyone says, you'll probably get along well with grim too

maybe you would just brush off the ghosts and their pranks

and even tho grim kind of makes u wanna do several capital crimes, i would say you two would get along well since you both grew up in the slums

talking to u is a landmine(2)

the ghosts asked what do u do for a living and u said smth abt killing people

they asked abt ur friends in the slums and u said they all got killed except for u and ur sister

everyone in the dorm:😱😱😱