#it's my fault for kissing him on the head. i should've known this would happen

[rainrot4me]

TW: Overstimulation, sexual torture, vibrator, feet?

A/N: In my brain, Jack can't become overstimulated. He just... rages.

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Jack regretted his decision from the moment he made it.

It was his own fault, curiosity tugging at his interests to land him tied to his own desk chair, heaving for breath.

The demon was more of a traditional fucker, using his own devices to make you both feel good. He deemed his claws, tongues, and dick good enough to please you, so why would you need more?

So, when your mysterious toy appeared as he was kissing along your neck, he should’ve known better than to ask. Should've known better than to question what could be so good about a buzzing little wand.

But now here he was, claws tearing into the leather of his chair as you sat on his desk, pushing your foot against the vibrator strapped to his cock. The rumbling was driving him insane, feet digging into the hardwood as he hissed, the rope you had found tied surprisingly well against his limbs.

“Fuckin’ turn it off…” He snapped, hips digging up into your foot as you pressed harder, his length aching and sensitive to the touch. You smiled, your legs straightening to push up, and the demon’s hitched whine sent chills through your body. Strings of cum decorated his lower abdomen, staining the waistband of his jeans tugged around his thighs. "I get it- my turn now-" He jumbled, clenching his jaw. He had already come more than he wanted to, balls aching and cock swelling with sensitivity, the toy relentless.

Shaking your head, you smiled, pressing your toes down to get a better press on the toy. "Every time we have sex, I always end up crying because of how rough you are. I think this is a good repayment." You chirped back, your other foot pressed on his knee to widen his legs, shifting him further into his desk chair. The demon growled, eye sockets tensing and squinting with every jerk of his cock.

Jack kicked his feet, trying to angle his hips away but could not. The vibrator was tugging at some guttural feeling, some instinctual reaction he knew he wouldn't be able to handle, especially you. "Y/N-" He groaned, head falling back against the back of the chair as you slid your foot up and down his length, stimulating his cock to push precum from the tip. The toy was achingly sweet, the demon feeling his grasp on himself slipping the more it strained him. He was going to cum again, and he didn't know if he could restrain anymore.

You watched carefully, his cock twitching and writhing as he whined, Jack's claws tearing shreds of leather from his armrests as he felt his cock pulse, head shooting up. "Y/N-" He snapped. He was so close, the toy making him reach orgasm a lot faster than usual, but it messed with his senses, messed with his urges. He didn't know what was happening, but the sensations in his gut told him the frequent cumming was tricking his brain into a forced rut.

His brain repeated the same sentence... 'Grab them, fuck them, eat them, breed them, take them...'

Strings of cum were whipping from his cock, the tip red and angry as he gnashed his teeth, sharp tips cutting into his lip. Jack felt like he couldn't breathe, his senses becoming too full and stimulated as he watched your face, vision swirling between clear and unfocused.

That's when he lost it, your little smile flipping the internal switch he was so desperately holding onto, letting himself fall apart.

His jaw went loose, the demon's shoulder craning in and jerking his body, growls and whimpers echoing from his throat. "Fuck..." He snapped, the thick black substance leaking from his eye sockets doubling, dribbling down his cheeks and onto his shirt, dripping from his chin.

You kept your foot still, the vibrator continuously rumbling and jerking his cock, but it was almost like he couldn't feel it anymore. His attention was too focused on his slack jaw, his mouth hanging open as you watched his sharp teeth gleam, seemingly extending and contorting in his mouth, desperate for something to latch onto. Likewise, with his claws, the nails well-torn through the leather and desperately grasping in your direction, digging at the rope snugged onto his wrists.

"Jack...?" You questioned, letting your foot slip from the toy and onto his legs, leaning forward. Your boyfriend looked dazed, body aching and twitching as the toy rumbled, thighs clenching with every shock. The demon urged you to take the bait when his tongues finally slipped from his lips, lulling and slithering against his jaw, collecting the black liquid dripping onto his clothes. You watched, leaning closer and closer, curiosity tugging you in.

You felt the warm claws gripped around your throat before you heard the rope snap, the demon's body propelling on top of yours and shoving your back down into the desk, the wood cracking. "Jack!" You shrieked, pressing your hands against his face as his mock tears dripped onto your face, running down your cheeks. The demon just laughed, sharp teeth gleaming as he snapped, nipping at your skin. "What? Little thing doesn't want to play anymore?" His chest heaved, panting against your skin as his fangs gleamed, hungry and ready.

His voice sounded deeper too, more grumbled and primal, possessive. His claws sunk into your skin, their length doubled as his hand wrapped around the entirety of your neck, a gasp ringing from your lips before abruptly snapping off. "So cruel..." Jack tsked, pursing his lips as he ran a digit down to your jaw, pressing against your flushed skin. "You were so mean to me..."

Apologies rang, desperate hands pushing against his chest as the vibrator was long forgotten on the floor, the toy still buzzing as you felt a swelled cock rutting against your clothed crotch. "My turn." He chuckled, leaning down towards your face to swipe one of his tongues along the side of your face, circling your ear and sending chills. You whined; legs forced to separate as you glanced down, the base of Jack's length already swelling. A forced rut. The ribbed cock, red and angry, hanging heavy between his legs was evidence of that.

"Fuck." You whimpered, watching the length bob and grind against you, your thighs aching and abdomen fluttering with every press of his hips. Something about ruts just made Jack so much bigger, his body converting into this thing like he really was becoming a demon. You'd done it now for sure.

"Open up, little thing," Jack growled, jaw hanging open as his tongues swirled together, pressing against your lips and forcing their way into the warmth of your mouth, aiming to fill your throat. You gagged, whining when you felt your pants forcefully shagged off of your thighs, the demon humming his eagerness into your mouth.

"I'll show you how to really cry..."

[e-nonsense]

─── '𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭' 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬

anon: Can you do a Sirius x reader where he’s arrested for the murder of the potters and the reader goes to visit him in Azkaban?

pairing. sirius black x potter!reader

summary. after Sirius' 'betrayal' you confront him, when you break into Azkaban .

warnings. swearing, murder, azkaban, going mad, suicidal thoughts, attempted murder, betrayal.

a/n. thank you for the first request, I hope this is what you wanted.

wc. 0.7k (not proofread)

Sirius sat there alone in the dark. It was his fault, he should have seen it, he should've known.

He hadn't even been there for week and he felt he was going insane, he was losing his mind questioning everything.

Did James feel it when he died? Did it hurt him? Was Harry okay? Where was Harry? What did Remus think? Was he okay the full moon was approaching soon. But most of all, do you blame? What did you think of him?

He sobbed for hours when it finally clicked in his brain. James and Lily were dead. His best friend was gone because of him. Harry was alone, Remus was alone. You were alone. He hoped you and Remus had each other, that you sought him out or he found you and that the two of you mourned together.

He heard people screaming in the background, but he was frozen. You were standing there, right in front of him. Why were you here? What were you doing?

His blood went cold, where you here to kill him? If you were — and he hoped, you were— would it haunt you?

The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but he broke it by whispering your name. "My love."

"Did you do it?" your eyes blazed with fury as you questioned him, "Remus said you did it. But I couldn't— I can't believe him."

Sirius stared at you, "how'd you get in?"

"Answer me Black!" you raised your wand at him, "My brother, is he dead because of you?!"

Sirius shook his head, "but it might as well be my fault."

He did nothing when you broke down into sobs, your knees sank onto the ground. He didn't want to startle you. "Tell me what happened" you demanded.

So he sat there on opposite sides of the room— if you could call, the damp stoney cell that. He spoke as you hung onto every word, you sat there and you listened to him just like you always had. And when he had finished telling you what actually happened the night of October 31st, you were in more tears. This time you walked over towards him and he held you as you shook and cried into him.

"I'm so sorry" he snapped out of his daze when he heard you apologise. "For what?"

"That they all blame you"

He sighed, "oh love, as long as you believe me I don't care."

You both sat in silence again, only this time it was more comfortable. "How's Harry? and how did you get in here?" Sirius questioned you.

"Harry's at home with Remus they're both asleep." You answered the first question and Sirius couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy— it should've been him and Harry, you and him should've been raising your nephew.

"and?" he asked, trying to get you to answer his other question.

"I turned into a cat. Dementors can't sense animal emotions, so they were practically blind to me."

Sirius hummed as he breathed in your scent, a smell that always relaxed him. He held onto you in fear that if he let go you'd disappear, and he'd realise you were never real.

He couldn't be selfish with you, Harry needed you. Remus needed you. And even though Sirius himself needed you, he had to let you go.

"You have to go dove" he mumbled into your hair although he made no move to let you go.

"Just a moment longer?"

"Just one more moment" he smiled and kissed you softly, "they need you sweetheart, hold Harry for me and tell Remus I'm sorry."

"Do I have to go?" you gripped onto him.

"I'll see you again" he knew you'd return whenever you were able.

You nodded, "I love you, my heart"

He watched her turn into a cat and slip away, "and I love you more my angel."

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[two-white-butterflies]

the smallest coffins are the heaviest | d. targaryen

Description: Your husband comforts you after a miscarriage. Rating: 18+ [miscarriage, angst]

As the scion of two noble houses - the thought of responsibility wasn't foreign to you. A dutiful wife must give her husband sons. A dutiful lady must maintain her lord's love.

And you feared that his love wasn't yours anymore.

"We'll name the babe after Aegon the Conqueror," his lips settle into a smile, rubbing comforting circles on your swollen stomach. "He will accomplish great feats - as he will learn from you," you smiled in return, completely forgetting about the outside world.

"You flatter me, my wife." he hummed, burying his head in your hair - inhaling the familiar scent of jasmine oil. "I say the truth, husband." you teased, placing both of your hands on your belly.

Since the start of your pregnancy - he was certain that it would be a son, a child that could lengthen his claim.

You haven't spoken to him since the announcement of your miscarriage. He's ventured off to the shores, allowing his barefoot to kiss the sand - all the while you were in agonizing pain.

There was a gaping hole on your chest - throbbing, and writhing in agony. Aegon was taken by the gods.

"You must eat, sodjisto." Young Rhaenyra takes a cautious step towards you, holding a tray of dinner.

"I am not in the mood, ñuha riña." you reply - voice still hoarse from the hours of crying.

Daemon will abandon you - he'll think that you're infertile, and that your womb is incapable of siring strong dragons.

"You must be strong, it is what Aegon would've wanted." she explained in a short whisper. You married her uncle before she was brought into existence - you are all she's ever known - since the loss of Aemma, you were her mother.

"Aegon iksis morghe," you replied in a tone that was too bitter on your tongue. The loss of a child was greater than any pain that you've ever felt - it was like stabbing yourself repeatedly then taking a cold bath. It was like stepping on hot rocks then laying on a mountain of snow. It was painful - in an unconventional way.

"- but he lives in our hearts." Rhaenyra mumbled, sitting on the bed - and placing the tray of food in front of you.

"He lives in our records - and in the changes he has made in your body." the girl continued, and you turned to face her - a bitter but appreciative smile was on your face.

"I pray you never feel this pain, Rhaenyra." you sigh, and she helps you sit properly. You take a deep breath - slowly reaching for the goblet of water beside you.

"Where is your kepus?" you inquire.

Was he handling it better than you?

or has he gone back to his old ways?

"I don't know." she answered truthfully.

Daemon stumbles into your chambers late at night.

The smell of ale flowed through the air waking you from your slumber. "Daemon," you breathe - thankful that he returned for the night. "Skoriot sia ao?" you question, rising slowly from the mattress.

He stumbles beside you - finding the right words to answer your question. Where was he?

He was dead - just floating through the air.

"Skoro syt issi ao kesīr?" you interrogate - fear entering your lungs as he returns back to his hermit state. "Am I not allowed to visit my wife?" he answered bitterly, laying beside you.

The familiar scent of salt water entered your lungs.

The scent felt like home - Dragonstone, where Aegon was created.

"I am in pain, Daemon." you confess, knowing that there was a sheet underneath you - collecting the blood that was still leaking out of your body. "I'm sorry," he breathed - feeling the tears flow out of his eyes. It was the first time he's ever cried.

"I should've paid more attention," he apologized - solely blaming himself for what happened. "It is my fault valzȳrys. I was the one that carried him." you stuttered - feeling the air exit your lungs.

"I should've done something - I should've taken greater care of myself." you took deep breaths.

His hands reach to wrap around you.

He wasn't letting you blame yourself.

"There was nothing you could've done to prevent it," he answered cryptically, not prepared to inform you about the moon tea that his enemies slipped inside you drink. "Avy jorrāelan," he added - pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Do not blame yourself."

sodjisto = aunt kepus = uncle ñuha riña = my girl iksis morghe = is dead skoriot sia ao = where were you skoro syt issi ao kesīr = why are you here valzȳrys = husband avy jorrāelan = i love you

[orbitariums]

Comfortfriend!patrick, what does Patrick do when he sees the boyfriend?

With Artashi, he was smug but quiet. Think he could pull that off with shitty bf?

Is it, All knowing smirks, firm handshakes, silently staring at you, long lingering hugs, soft kisses on the cheek, complimenting you outfit (he loves seeing your ass in a tennis skirt, he can’t wait to flip it over later)?

Or is he slight more overt? Hugs where his hands run down your back and end with him grabbing your ass in public, a cheeky kiss to the neck, stroking your shoulder whilst you’re talking, hand on your thigh, if bf makes a lewd comment about you, Patrick replies with ‘I know…’ with a look from you ‘I mean I can imagine bro’.

You try to ply bf with excuses He’s just like that, we’re known each other for so long.

But it ends up in a fight, you’re in tears abd of course running to Patrick. He hates that it’s technically his fault, but he’s happy to comfort you and work hard to make you really feel his apology.

but wow, what a moment in my career... thank u for this question, i truly never thought to expand this recoverybf!/comfortfriend!patrick au outside of the walls of his apartment and yet here we are... and what a wonderful place it is to be. still based on the song i linked below and always with black reader (anyone can read it and i don't get super specific with details anyway - i just want black girls in this fandom to have something for us <3) changed it just a bit so reader's not crying because she's PISSED! and of course she just HAS to confront patrick about it.

*+. 🎧 if you got a man we could bend the rules

recoverybf!patrick + black reader — to bend the rules

contains: cheating, jealousy, slut-shaming (once bad once hot), smut!

wc: 5.1k (was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away hehe)

even before you started "seeing" patrick — if you could call running to his studio apartment in the wee hours of the night for comfort in the form of rounds of relentless sex "seeing" him — you kept your boyfriend pretty separate from your friends. you, art, tashi and patrick were such a firm group in and of itself that it felt unnecessary and almost inappropriate to bring someone else in, even if that someone else was your boyfriend of nearly two years.

when it started getting bad with chris, you were secretly glad that you didn’t ever bring him around. your gut wrenching anxiety and reluctance when you introduced him to your friends for the first time should've been a sign. it wasn't that they were judgmental — although they were notoriously hard to impress — you just didn't feel right deep down. it didn't ever feel right to bring him around, but sometimes it was inevitable. this was one of those times.

tashi's parents were hosting a party for her birthday and to celebrate her fantastic season. you told chris about it in passing and he demanded that you should bring a date to those kinds of things because they're so "public"— as if espn would be flooding tashi's parents' backyard. you obliged because you didn't want to fight with him, but you prayed he didn't notice the way you grew more and more agitated as the day drew closer, and you obsessed over the thought of him having to interact with patrick.

it had been almost three weeks of you two hooking up behind your boyfriend's back, and it didn't take long for you to sink into a routine of it. the first time it happened, you came back home a wreck — the next few times, you didn't even think twice about it. now, it was almost as if you had to confront it head on, knowing you'd be forced to include him in your interactions with your best friends.

you were back to being a nervous wreck, flooded with guilt and shame, like you were just now realizing that what you were doing was wrong. but was it wrong? you were being mistreated, and half the time chris acted like he hated you. friends are supposed to support each other, right? and that's all patrick was doing. he was supporting you. he was just helping you. talking you through it — with his cock pushing past your folds, his lips against your ear as he ... talked you through it.

and patrick was not known for his subtlety. in fact, it was the opposite that had created that existing tension between the two of you in the first place — his intense gaze on you whenever you wore something tight, the way his jaw clicked when you even mentioned your boyfriend in passing, his touches held for an inappropriately long amount of time. you almost expected him to say something. it wouldn't be unlike him to make a sly comment about how much he appreciated chris for sharing you with him.

this worried you so much that you texted him a day before.

patrick i swear to god if you say anything tomorrow i'm gonna fucking kill you. and i will hide your body someplace no one will ever find it.

he called you right when that text went through, a grating nonchalance in his voice.

"what are you talking about?"

"you know what i'm—" you closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower: chris was in the living room nearby, "you know what i'm talking about. if you fucking say a word about me and you—"

"yn, i'm not a sadist. i'll be a good boy."

you tried to ignore the visceral reaction to the way those words sounded in his throat, grainy over the phone and so fitting with his boyish drawl. patrick wanted to laugh— he could almost hear the scowl in your voice as you replied,

"you fucking better."

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the whole ride over there, you were silent, still brooding and hoping for the worst, smoothing your hands over your tennis skirt, which you wore in homage to tashi. your boyfriend didn't say a word, as he was usually oblivious to how you felt, but that didn't stop you from gazing out the window wistfully, winding it down so you could get more air.

by the time you actually arrived, you planted a smile on your face, hoping that you could just distract yourself with the party. you were glad to use tashi's parents as a buffer for a while, chatting with them about mindless things, your boyfriend mainly driving the conversation and trying to network.

after about five minutes, you finally noticed art, patrick and tashi in the distance out of the corner of your eye, waving their hands and trying to get your attention. so as not to appear distracted, you cracked a soft smile and then returned to the conversation.

that was until you heard an all too familiar voice shouting your name over the chatter and the music. when you looked again, who but patrick was practically out of his seat, waving his hand raucously, his blue-striped shirt lifting up along with his arm to reveal the slightest shimmer of his toned stomach. that expanse of skin just above his shorts that you knew all too well — the thought of where it led made your mouth dry.

your heart dropped when tashi's parents glanced behind themselves and your boyfriend cocked his head.

"oh, looks like somebody's waiting on you," tashi's mother quipped. "we'll let you two go."

you nearly wanted to plead with them not to, but it was too late. chris took your hand and practically dragged you alongside him, when all you wanted was to stay put.

"yn!" tashi got up first, her arms flying open to wrap you in a hug. "finally you're here."

you grinned, your eyes sparkling — out of the three, tashi was who you could relate to most, and you honestly looked up to her even though she was your close friend. the two of you balanced out the loud testosterone filled energy that art and patrick created.

"happy birthday, t," you handed her your gift.

art stood up to hug you, and your boyfriend followed that order, except all he got were awkward handshakes from art and tashi. not only did they not know chris very well since you never brought him around, but they also didn't like him that much based on what you'd told them in the past.

as you stood in front of patrick, you glared at him, silently warning him that he was already doing too much.

"my favorite girl," patrick grinned. three words that were innocent enough, but also enough to cause a stir. you were glad your back was facing art and tashi, because that meant you didn't have to see the look they shared, the corners of their mouth turned up in wait.

before you could even respond, patrick had wrapped his arms around you in a hug. a hug that started at below your shoulders and then traveled down slowly, slow enough that you could feel his hands embracing your curves, like he was trying to feel every last part of you. you almost gasped when you felt the way his hands hovered just so above your ass, in a sort of game of "i'm not touching you." if you moved, or if he slid his hands just an inch down, he'd be grabbing your ass. and in that stretch of time that felt like forever, you imagined how he'd do it — how he'd push his hands up underneath your skirt and squeeze the fat of your ass in front of everyone with no shame. you almost wanted him to, but you quickly remembered where you were and who was standing right beside you.

whenever there was a line, patrick was prone to cross it. but his hands did stop, only nudging the line instead.

when he finally pulled away, clearly the one in charge of the entire interaction, your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were vibrating with anger already. you wanted to slap the shit-eating grin off his face. compared to what you two did in private, this was nothing, but in private, your boyfriend wasn't just inches away from you. he didn't stop there — one hand was still on your waist as he did a onceover of you. you knew that look in his eyes all too well. a hint of playfulness mixed with a very obvious ogling.

"wow, what a nice tennis skirt, you look like a pro. i love this outfit on you, this is very new," he said, but you knew what he wanted to say.

you flashed a tight lipped grin, choosing to take the low road,

"yours isn't. but thank you."

you stepped back, your hand on chris' shoulder as you guided him towards patrick. chris glared at patrick for just a second before he stuck his hand out. you wanted to wilt away and die when you saw that fucking smirk on patrick's face expand. the smirk you'd seen a thousand times, all with different varieties and intensities. smirking down at you slid down to your knees in front of him, your body brushing against his; smirking when you go wide-eyed at some lewd comment he'd make about your transgressions ("does he know that you like getting facials or do you only do that with me?"); smirking at your pussy when you come again after crying that you couldn't anymore, smirking when you show up to his door after saying you wouldn't anymore.

patrick gripped chris' hand firmly and they shook hands like two grown men at a business conference before chris uttered,

"patrick."

"chris! good to see you." he used his hand to playfully nudge chris on the side. "you never come out, what's that all about!"

chris chuckled,

"work is crazy."

patrick nodded, looking pensively down at the ground for a second before looking at you,

"why don't you invite your boyfriend out with us more, yn?"

you rolled your eyes,

"same reason you don't mind your business, zweig."

the night continued like that — like a game of tug of war between you and patrick, him pulling you in and you tugging back just before he could make you topple over.

while the table was yapping about something, you tried to purposefully avoid eye contact or any interaction with patrick, but you could feel the way his gaze burned into the side of your face even when you weren't talking. like he was inquiring about something. probably wondering why your boyfriend's arm has been around you the entire night. silently asking you why you allow it when you know you don't even like being touched by him for too long. at some point, he catches your eye, and he furrows his brows together slightly, biting down on his lip. you get flustered and turn away, swigging beer from the bottle.

everytime chris kissed your cheek, or showed any affection toward you— a hand on your knee, a squeeze of your arm, patrick reacted in only a way you could detect. a tick of his jaw, an eye roll, cigarette smoke blown in your direction. you pretended the smoke making contact with your cheek didn't bother you, wasn't purposeful.

drinks were flowing, the party was in full effect.

chris had one too many beers and was starting to get embarrassing.

"and this one, you know, she won't ever let me hear the end of anything," he pointed a thumb in your direction, hoping to get raucous laughter from your friends, but instead being met with meek chuckles. "just talks and talks."

patrick snorted. loudly. so loud that everyone at the table takes interest in whatever it is that he clearly has to say. he just leaned back in his chair and tossed the stub of his cigarette into the ashtray on the table.

"she's a talker, alright."

your eyes went wide as you caught the way art covered his mouth to hide a smile, and tashi glanced over at you as if to confirm that what he just said was as damning as it sounded. a silence takes over the table for just a minute, and you try to gain your composure as you feel chris' eyes flitter from you to patrick. chris leaned in just a bit, chuckling, but not because he found it funny,

"what?"

patrick looked around for a second, feigning naivety,

"oh, i just said what you said. she gets pretty loud." he let that hang in the air, which was getting stiffer by the second. then, to recover, he nodded over at art and tashi, "but we love her for it, right?"

"yeah," tashi said hurriedly.

"of course," art tried not to snicker.

when everyone had finished their drinks, patrick took it upon himself to restock. he stood behind you, commanding the attention of the table,

"i'm seeing empty cups. anyone want anything?"

"just a water," tashi replied, and patrick pointed his finger at her,

"wrong, another beer."

he took note of everyone's drink of choice, but you didn't say anything. in what could be seen as camaraderie, he placed his hands on your shoulders and bent down slightly so he was at level with your ear. he's so close to you that you can feel his breath, accented lightly with the fermented scent of heineken, against your neck.

"you need anything?" need.

what a charged word coming from the man who had been tending to your every need for the last few weeks. he tended to your "need" for hours every time. so many times tonight, you'd almost given in, nearly fucked him right there. and although his cockiness, which you had specifically asked him not to exhibit, made you angry, you still had to practice restraint. after all, it was him. your attraction to him wasn't new, but it did triple once you finally started hooking up.

you turned your head just slightly, so you met his gaze. the two of you performed this sort of intimate dance. just two friends talking in hushed tones, as if there were more to a drink than just quenching your thirst. or maybe that was what it was. you held his gaze, letting your arousal snake around your anger and suffocate it. as if you had a choice — it was an almost primal reaction to him in your space, even if you were furious with him.

"i'm okay, thanks," you looked up at him from beneath your lashes, quietly confirming the tension you were both feeling.

you didn't miss the smug satisfaction on his face and his eyes as he registered that switch that had flicked in you. it was so slight but if anyone could notice it, it was him. he pulled his bottom lip inbetween his teeth and his lips quirked up in what was almost a grin.

"c'mon, i'll get you something. tell me what you need," his voice way too smooth and quiet to just be talking about a drink.

you held his gaze just a moment longer, and then grinned,

"surprise me."

patrick smiled, finally tearing away from you and squeezing your shoulders as he stood back straight again,

"attagirl."

as he walked away, he patted chris' shoulder, too.

you cursed yourself for being obvious, but you mostly cursed patrick for doing the exact opposite of what you'd told him to do. you shouldn't even have brought it up to him to begin with, you knew how much he got off on being ornery and oppositional. maybe if you hadn't told him not to make it obvious, he might have actually allowed the night to be normal, not charged with this weird sexual tension and energy that everyone could see, including your boyfriend.

when you get home, you didn't hear the end of it. chris was shouting at you for what felt like an hour, angry at you, angry at patrick, angry at your friends, angry at the world.

"where does he get off touching you like that, huh? 'my favorite girl', are you fucking serious?"

"babe, we're friends. seriously, i've known him for years, it's nothing. patrick's just... like that."

that doesn't cut it. he's shouting at you and berating you for what feels like an hour, directing his anger at a different person every five minutes — you, patrick, art and tashi, the world. by the time it was over, you were exhausted. when were you not, with him?

the sharp hiss of the word "slut" from your boyfriend's lips rang in your ears. to your surprise, when he said it, you laughed. you were amused at the sheer irony of it all. he's not wrong. somehow, knowing that you were about to do exactly what he was accusing you of gave you a rush of power, a sense of self-righteousness. there was no guilt, not now —you were justified in your wrongdoing, and he had just proven that to you. why shouldn't you be a slut?

you were sitting behind the wheel, your jaw tight as you pulled out your phone and sent a text to the one person who you should hate right now, but who you need the most.

i'm so fucking mad at you right now.

you leaned your head back against the headrest, perking up as he responds within the minute.

yeah. wear that skirt when you get here.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

when you showed up you didn't even bother with a greeting, gliding right past him when he opened the door, leaving him there with his hand still on the doorknob.

he was taken aback for a second, frozen in place as he registered you standing in front of him defiantly with your hands on your hips. clad in that perfectly pleated white tennis skirt and short short crop top, just the way he wanted you.

“seriously patrick, i’m upset with you,” you announced, folding your arms over your chest which only accentuated your tits more — if you weren’t so focused on being defiant you’d have noticed the way his eyes trailed down to ogle your breasts.

he blinked, his mouth slightly open as he let the door close. he considered for a moment, shrugging and opening up the discussion.

“mkay… you wanna talk about it?” he pressed his lips together and pushed them to the side like he was considering something — he doesn’t give a fuck.

you glared at him, narrowing your eyes,

“yeah, actually. i told you specifically not to say anything.”

he laughs, actually laughs, tilting his head back with a wide smile,

“i didn’t!”

“you fucking may as well have!” you hissed. “he practically yelled at me for an hour when we got back, what the fuck is wrong with you? what happened to ‘i’m not a sadist, yn’? you think you’re so fucking smart.”

“okay, okay, hey. listen. i’m sorry. okay, i’m sorry. i just… god, i hate him. i wanted to make him feel like shit, that’s all. for the way he treats you he should,” he replied, finally sounding at least slightly reasonable and sincere.

“and you decided the best way to do that was to hint that me and you fuck on a weekly basis? you couldn’t emasculate him any other way? challenge him to a match with you for god’s sake,” you bleated, your expression unchanged, but your heart warming just a bit.

“ok, it wasn’t the best way to do it. it was the first thing that came up and you know how i am anyway,” he continued, and although you were still angry you understood him, you could even reason with him.

how could you not? that was just how he was anyway, how could you possibly expect him to turn it down just because your boyfriend was around? no, you couldn’t possibly ask for that.

he stepped closer to you, making you lose resolution in your once solid glare. he watched as you started to crumple, yet open up at once.

“and plus you looked so good. you don't want me to act the way i act but... you just can’t do that to me. it’s not fair,” his voice was soft and convincing, encroaching in the right way.

it sounded like all the things your boyfriend could never be. it was full of true desire and an apologetic nature that you sought out so often from the man you were supposed to love. when you were in need of that, you could find it here. that’s why it was so hard to stop.

“hmm,” you hummed, tingles running down your spine as you glanced up at him and let your arms fall down to your sides. giving up, giving in. he let his hands rest on your hips, pulling you in just slightly so he truly towered over you.

“are you still mad at me?” he looked down at you, his voice so sweet and soft and unlike how he usually was, his deep brown eyes twinkling.

you frowned, your brow quirking, but you couldn’t even fully convince yourself. like a brat you uttered,

“yes.”

chills when he started to rub his hands up and down your sides, ever so often brushing against your bare skin exposed by the crop top. he had that stupid knowing smile on his face — stupid because not only was he being presumptuous as always but because it made you melt. it reminded you that he really did value you, that he wanted to take care of you in any way he knew how.

“well, you can’t be mad at the both of us. who’s gonna do my job?” patrick asked, like a professor readily awaiting an answer from his uninterested class.

“me,” you pouted, looking away from him. amused, patrick giggled and used a finger to lift your chin, quipping,

“oh really? you wanna show me how you do it?”

"you wish, patrick," you rolled your eyes, simply unable to ignore the way his words went straight to your core.

he could tell, past the feigned annoyance, that you were imagining it, thinking of letting your fingers trail up and down against your slit while patrick looked on with watchful eyes. maybe even lighting a cigarette and leaning back to watch you and drink in all of you. so calm and cavalier, taking drag after drag from his cigarette. you imagined how he might sit there so calm and cavalier, taking in drags from his cigarette with a nonchalant expression on his face that didn't indicate any of the arousal he felt poking through his jeans. just sitting and watching you fall apart with each needy pump of your fingers pushing past your folds — the sounds of your desperate whimpers and gushing pussy squelching as your fingers work faster filling the room. if you started to close your legs, he'd lean forward and push them apart, then sit back again. he didn't blame you for it, he was thinking about it too. you both knew he was adding that onto his mental checklist.

"hmm, i do," his fingers gripped your chin and he squeezed it gently, his deep brown eyes pouring over yours so gently, filled with so much love and appreciation. you could burst. "hey, if you're so mad at me, why'd you show up in your tennis skirt like i told you to?"

he asked this question while letting his hands smooth down over your body, reminiscent of the way he hugged you earlier in front of your boyfriend. he stopped just above your ass, his hands hovering there while he awaited your answer like it was a green light.

"i was already wearing it..." you trail off, unable to keep steady in your resolve, and he knows he’s got you.

“yeah, you’re full of shit,” patrick laughed. you felt his breath on your face, coming in heavy huffs of laughter as he leaned in.

the tip of his nose bumped against yours, his lips fanning over your own. you felt him smile against your lips as his hands drifted down and underneath the hem of your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass with his rough, worked hands, just like you imagined he would. you couldn't help the way a little moan escaped your lips, finding the slightest bit of relief at last, and all from his touch. he felt it too, a peaceful sigh escaping his parted lips. he kissed you then, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling it back slightly. hints of heineken meeting the coconut vanilla lip gloss you'd slathered on before you came here.

"i wanna make it up to you," patrick murmured against your lips, pulling you in closer by the small of your back and kissing you again, obsessed with the way the gloss made his lips glisten with the memory of you.

"yeah?" you gazed up at him, fluttering your lashes in that way you knew drove him crazy— he knew you were doing it on purpose, but somehow that intention made him all the more attracted. "how?"

that was how you ended up with your legs suspended in the air, hooked around patrick's beefy arms as he fucked into you, his cock hard and thick and rigid, twitching constantly at the sound of your moans.

"fuck, you're so fucking hot. i'm so- fuck - i'm sorry, baby," he stammered just slightly dropping that guise of cockiness for you. there's no need, you forgave him the second he bullied his gorging tip inside of you and rewarded you with that miraculous stretching feeling, a key fit snug inside a lock. you might've forgiven him even before that, when he spat on your pussy and placed a wet kiss on it before positioning his cock at your entrance.

your breath was caught in your throat, all you could feel was your body — your legs stretching back towards your head, your breasts jiggling in tandem with patrick's thrusts, sweat prickling the surface of your soft skin, your pussy getting fed with cock, stretching and molding his own and sending sensations up to your lower abdomen. you couldn't think.

" you forgive me? not mad at me anymore?" patrick asked, and usually his voice was dripping with immodesty, but this time it was ladled with desire — he wanted to hear you say the words. he was full of shit, and sometimes a dickhead, but he wasn't just some archetype. you had been friends first, and he wanted you to know that he gave a fuck.

"mm-mm," you shook your head, your eyes clenched shut. you brought your hand up to your lip to bite down on it, but patrick shook his head and swiped your hand away.

"no, no, no, none of that. i wanna hear those moans, i wanna hear how good i'm making that pussy feel," he pants, hinging on something similar to desperation.

you whimper and it trails off into a loud crash of a moan as his tip hits just right, you feel like you can feel the outline of him inside you. he moans too, readjusting so it feels like he's power fucking you, his hips gliding back and forth at a new speed, previously undiscovered, so fast and hard and yet smooth that your eyes are rolling back in your head before crashing shut again, and your mouth is open but no sound is coming out. then, at once, a raucous moan that didn't even sound like it could come out of you — not you, so soft and sweet and innocent and wet, mush under his touch.

patrick can't believe it, can hardly stomach looking down because he knows the sight of your wetness glistening on his cock, practically soaking him, will make him come in five seconds tops. he spares a glance anyway, his stomach flipping. he laughs incredulously, glancing down,

"you're so fucking wet, my god — cock just slides right in, i don't even need to — fuck — fucking try. imma make you mad all the time if this is how wet it gets you."

just a moment later he's yapping again, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't bring you closer and closer to the edge.

"tell me. tell me that you're – shit – that you're not mad at me anymore. open your eyes, want you to look at me when you say it. want those pretty eyes looking at me while you take my shit."

you shake your head furiously, forcing your eyes open even if they are low-lidded,

"n-not mad at you anymore. i forgive you, i forgive you, just fuck me, please!"

you'll be embarrassed at how easily you give in later on, but right now you wrap your arms around his back and pull him in closer to you.

patrick chuckles, astonished at just how fucking horny you could be,

"god, you're fucking easy. just need a little dick to get your head screwed on straight, fix that fucking attitude. need it from me. all you need's a little dick to be a good little slut again, yeah?"

and you barely realize it, but you're blubbering and nodding as he drives his dick deeper into you, forcing you to sink your teeth into the flesh of his prominent bicep. digging deep into you like forgiveness could be found in the warmth of your pussy.

it doesn't take long before you're bent over and he's letting the tennis skirt flutter ever so slightly over your ass, groaning as his thrusts cause the skirt to jostle around and expose more of your ass, which bounces back each time he cracks his thighs against you. he's easing in and out of your pussy and his hand has found a home in the arch of your back. nothing has ever looked so appealing to him before— twice he paused and just let you work him, fucking back onto him, while he zoned out and just admired the magic happening before his eyes. you work hard, and he's in disbelief at how much you make an honest job out of fucking back on his cock. sweat dripping down his forehead, his eyebrows raised slightly, mouth dropped just so. he's in a lull, completely in awe. when he comes, he aims it onto your ass, bending down immediately to lick it up and clean up his mess, his tongue flirting with your asshole in the process.

after the whole ordeal, he'll tell you to leave your skirt here, and sends you home in a pair of his sweats.

you don't ask why, you just watch the snapchat video he sends you not too long after of him jerking off onto it, his cum spilling out and dripping onto it, blending in with the soft white fabric. you wish you were disgusted, but it makes your mouth practically water, makes your pussy throb.

as he drills into you from behind and whispers nasty, beautiful things into your ear, you realize "slut" sounds so much better coming out of patrick's mouth than your boyfriend's.

[honeycloudz]

Carpooling with Hanma

Hanma turns to look at you as the speakers are blasting and you're singing at the top of your lungs, eyes closed, hands in the air and hair swishing in the wind. He swore he fell in love with you all over again.

Content Warning: making out, thigh grabbing, marriage mentions, love sick Hanma, he may be a bit ooc but in my delusions hes very in love with me

Spotify Playlist: Hanma's carpool karaoke

Hanma has a headache. A big one and it is YOUR fault. He should've known that it was a mistake when you asked him to go for a “drive around”. At first it was pleasant and he was actually having a good time in the comfortable silence, windows rolled down and warm breeze hitting his face. Quiet peaceful moments like these with you, he cherished due to his violent chaotic life. It was quiet and peaceful till he noticed you resting your chin in your hand, looking out the window, and pouting. “What's wrong doll?” he questioned, looking at you, concerned. He turned back to look at the road ahead when you glanced at him and whined out, “Shuu, I'm so bored!” He scrunched his face in confusion and asked again, “You're the one who wanted to go for a ride, was that an excuse for me to get you something to eat?” He blinked at you smirking, as if he had figured you all out which only served to irritate you more. “NO! Can a girl not hang out with her boyfriend?” you crossed your arms over your chest defensively which made you look even more suspicious. Hanma raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, “yeah sure”. He said snorting. You turned to him and gasped, arms still crossed and staring at him with betrayal in your eyes. Your dramatic reaction only made him laugh more. You tried your best at hiding the smile that was creeping its way to your face, but you just couldn't, you laughed along with him. It was hard not to laugh with the funniest person you know. His laughter died down as did yours when he pulled into an empty parking lot. Hanma put the car into park and swiveled his eyes to admire you. You both stared into each other's eyes till his eyes met your smiling lips. His face crept closer to yours and he gave a peck to your lips, then another, until eventually he just grabbed the back of your neck and brought you into a deep kiss. With his other hand he grabbed your thigh and squeezed. You giggled into the kiss at his neediness and he pulled away lips swollen, hair messy, eyes glossed over and looking at you so love sickeningly sweet. The sight of him staring at you made butterflies burst in your stomach and you looked away blushing. “Stop staring at me Hanma”. “Oh now you're shy? And what happened to ‘Shuu~’” he mocked you, laughing. You turned to him and gave him the dirtiest look you could muster up. He let out a quiet giggle and started up the car once again. “Well, Hanma, I'm gonna blast my music and I don't wanna hear any complaints from you”. At this threat he took one of his hands off the steering wheel and used his fingers to squeeze your cheeks and pucker your lips. “Enjoy your music doll”. He sighed out, taking his hand away. Now he's almost an hour into your playlist, still driving without a destination, head pounding due to the very very loud music and you next to him yelling the lyrics. He takes a deep breath and smiles. He glances at you and the realization dawns upon him that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you someday. He brings his attention back to the road and blushes at the thought of marrying you someday.

a/n: if hanma was real, i think me and him would get along. our personalities are similar in a lot of ways

[bobmckenzie]

The Kiss-Thing

word count: 1173 blurb: Richie's been avoiding Caitie since she kissed him on the cheek, and she thinks she knows why. author's note: just wanna shoutout @lovesick-rambles who wrote the amazing commission that gave me the inspo for this follow-up piece!! 💙 thank you Natalie for helping me piece together the backstory of this ship lol 😆

Caitie stood in the cereal aisle, eyes mindlessly scanning over the plethora of granola options while her thoughts were far, far away from grocery shopping. 

For the past week, all she'd been able to think about was Richie. Richie, who the last time they'd seen each other, she'd kissed on the cheek in a rare moment of boldness.

Richie, who hadn't spoken to her since.

She should've known better than to think he was interested in her. He stopped by her job to find a cologne and ate lunch with her as a friend, nothing more. She'd read too much into it, got caught up in optimism thanks to her own silly little crush on him.

She just had to convince herself to make the first move, had to step out of her comfort zone and kiss him like that. He was just so… sweet. So cute. And god, she needed to stop thinking about him. As far as signals went, this one was crystal clear: he wasn't interested. And why should he be?

With a sigh, she picked out her usual bag of maple flavored oats and dropped it in her cart. The truth was, they hardly knew each other. Hell, that was probably half the reason she’d misread the situation, thought maybe he felt the same way, that all that shy awkwardness from the first time they'd met had been an indicator of something more than just… well, Richie being shy and awkward. 

It was fine—she'd get over it, she’d be mature and they would stay friends. But she couldn't deny there was a part of her heart that'd been hopeful.

Caitie started out of the aisle, turned her cart, and wheeled right into a clanging, head on collision with someone else's cart.

"I'm so sorry!" The words escaped her automatically before she even looked up—then her eyes met the ones she hadn't been able to get off her mind. "Richie—!" She wasn't sure what to say, especially not with him staring wide-eyed at her like he'd just run into the last person he wanted to see. "Um—Hi. Sorry."

The reality was that she was half right about him avoiding her. Richie's heart sank when they locked eyes, not because he didn't want to see her—God did he want to see her—but because he wasn't ready. He'd spent the last week trying and failing to be ready.

He shook his head after a few more awkward seconds, snapping out of his daze. "No!" The word came out too loud, too enthusiastic. "No," he tried again, "My fault. Hi."

"I didn't know you shop here. I mean, I've never seen you before." Her fingers fidgeted on the handle of her cart. 

"Only every now and then—they have a certain cereal Howie likes. My brother," he added.

She nodded, giving a small smile. "I remember. You mentioned him at the movies."

"Right!" He exclaimed a little too enthusiastically again, pointing at her as he trailed off, "Good memory. I… Yeah. Forgot about that." All he could really remember from that night was trying his hardest not to embarrass himself. That and the way her perfume smelled, the brush of her hand when he passed her the popcorn, and how his heart pounded every time she got close to him. Sitting next to her for the entire movie nearly killed him.

"I'm sorry," Caitie blurted, gaze dropping from his. "For, um, what I did at the mall. Kissing you, I mean."

And there it was. The regretful words, the rejection he'd unconsciously been avoiding. He wasn't putting off seeing her just because he didn't know how to ask her out. He'd been putting it off because deep down, he knew she'd probably written off the whole thing as a mistake right after it happened.

He forced himself to shrug. "Uh… That's… You don't have to apologize." He prepared himself for the speech: she hadn't meant to lead him on, it was just a friendly kiss. All the things he'd tried to convince himself she wouldn't say.

"I didn't mean to make things weird," she continued. "I think I just got the wrong message, you know, mistaking kindness for flirting. It's my fault."

"You—Huh?" He blinked, repeating the words in his head, trying to make sense of them. She couldn’t possibly mean what it sounded like she meant.

"I know, it's stupid." She ran a hand through her hair. "I guess part of it was wishful thinking that you felt the same, or—" She grimaced, shaking her head, placing her palm against her forehead. "Sorry. Making it awkward again. It's just—we have mutual friends, and I don't want things to be weird. So they won't be, is what I'm trying to say. I'm fine with just being friends. We can just forget the kiss-thing ever happened, if you're not upset."

"Upset? You think—" He had to let out a laugh, but immediately felt guilty for the obvious confusion on her face. "I was not upset by the kiss-thing. I was very much a fan of the kiss-thing." 

"You…” Her furrowed brow softened, tense shoulders relaxing. “Really?" 

"I know I kind of disappeared, I just…" He flushed at the embarrassing truth. "I’ve been wanting to ask you out, but… didn't really know how. Then I sorta psyched myself out. Thought you'd turn me down."

She shook her head, smiling softly. "I wouldn't." 

"Well, in that case…" He looked up at her with a sly, playful smirk, though his body was swaying side-to-side with restless nerves. "I know you got an invite to Gus' barbecue, so… What if we went together? As a date?"

She couldn’t hold back a grin as she nodded, cheeks flushing with color. “I’d like that.”

“Me too.” He held her gaze for a few seconds, realized he was staring, and cleared his throat as he turned to gauge the check-out lines, attempting to look nonchalant, as if this wasn’t the first time anyone had agreed to go on a date with him. “I’ve got practice with the guys in an hour, so I should get out of here. But I’ll see you Saturday?”

“I’ll be there.” She gave him one last smile before wheeling her cart past him—but when she got close he couldn’t help thinking of the last time they’d parted ways, and couldn’t resist placing a hand on her shoulder, stopping her just long enough for him to lean up and plant a quick peck on her cheek.

It all happened fast enough for him to not overthink it, until he backed up and saw her flushed face and smile of surprise. Then his head seemed to catch up with his body, and all the suave confidence he could muster evaporated into thin air.

“Um—” he squeaked out, pointing to the registers at the other end of the store with a nervous laugh. “Okay. See you. Bye.”

She watched him wheel his cart away, face warm as she bit back a laugh. Apparently, she hadn’t misread his awkwardness after all.

[edgessunflower]

i would like to request Y/N being betrayed in a way. Maybe it's something like the Melissa Winters case, where Sara's friend betrayed her, or like Empty Eyes where Sara is holding the killer's hand, thinking he's innocent and wanting to comfort him, hoping his life can be saved, only to find out he's guilty. Or any other form of betrayal is fine. But, that happens, and Y/N is so hurt to the point of crying. Gil takes her home, and they cry in his arms. He holds them tightly, not letting them go, comforting them, letting them know that he is always there for them and he will never leave them. He will never abandon them, never turn his back on them, never betray them.

Absolutely dear!

Not your fault

Pairing: Gil Grissom x Fem reader

Description: After being betrayed by a childhood friend, you breakdown with gil by your side

Warning: Minor swearing and emotions

You walk into the interrogation room trying to keep tears back "What the hell?! It's you and it's been you the whole the time!" you yell as your friend Lisa sits across from Catherine. "You did all this and you knew who killed my mom and never told me! You covered it up and slept with him anyway!" you walk over to her as she looks at the table "Look at me damn it!" you yell tears flowing down your face as catherine put her hand on your shoulder "I'm sorry.." lisa says trying to hug you, "That doesn't take back what you did! That doesn't easily make me forgive you for any of this!" you say shoving her away as Warrick and Gil run in grabbing you as catherine calls a officer in to handcuff lisa "We've known each other since we were 3 we were friends you were there when she died and when me and my siblings went to live with my uncle and you've been around me all this time this past while knowing who killed her!" you yell and sobbing being taken into gil's office by him and warrick "It's okay we're gonna get her we're not giving up on this there's enough evidence to arrest her as an accomplice". You tremble and cry as warrick walks out to talk to catherine while gil gently grabs your arm helping you up "I'm getting you out of here so you don't have to see her being questioned about this" he says as you walk out to his car looking at the floor of the car as gil looks at you for a minute seeing how broken and defeated you were, you walk behind him as you go in his house standing in his room and he hands you clothes to change into walking out of the room to get you water while you change and try not to cry on the floor as he walks back in handing you the water while you sit on the bed drinking it slowly as he sits beside you. "You're hurting just get it out it's okay" he says as you put the water down looking at him as you just breakdown "I should've seen it I never thought out of all people it had to be someone I know especially her" you say as he gently grabs moving you to have your head on his chest with his chin on your head as you ran his hand in your hair and using the other to rub your back as you sob against him, you calm down as he whispers to you still holding you against him no longer trembling "I will never do that to you ever i will never abandon you, betray you, turn my back on you, or hurt you ever" he says as you slowly fall asleep as he kisses your head falling asleep holding you tightly knowing that you will always have him to be with.

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Six, Part 6

I stood up off the crate and brushed myself off, not that it mattered. I was just as filthy as Justin. We stepped back in. Food was all over the floor. The counter was covered in sauces and crumbs. The fryer oil was black and opaque. There was so much to do.

But we worked though it. It wasn't the first awful night we'd ever had. It happens, and as we cleaned, my anger at the front of house slowly faded. I was still going to have a chat with Sarah about how reservations worked. A table that big should be known. If I had had any inclination to how crazy things were going to go, I would've called for an extra hand or two. Most of it really wasn't anyone's fault. Sometimes days like this happen and the wave of tables seems to never stop. Honestly, there really was no way for us to have fullly prepared tonight.

By eleven, the kitchen looked better. Everything was back to silvers and whites. The fryer oil had been filtered. I sat finishing up the paperwork I had put off, plus tonight's. By quarter after, I punched out and headed out to the bar. If there was ever a night I needed a drink, it was tonight. Amber took look over at me, and left Justin to get me a beer. Without even asking, she poured a shot for me of Jameson. I knocked it back and started in on my beer. Maybe a little too fast, but at this point, I didn't really give a shit. I was miserable and angry.

I pulled out my phone, texting Chad about the 23rd. I didn't expect a response so I put my phone back in my pocket, and stared unseeing the TV playing some sports recap. Stuff i had no interest in.

"You alright?" Amber asked. I just nodded. I was tired and I was upset. It's hard to let go of a bad night. You can forget every good day you've had, but you'll always be haunted by the bad ones.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Tonight was just a fucking joke."

"I felt really bad for you guys. But, on the plus side, you two rocked it," she smiled. I looked at her with a grin. That was Amber, ever the optimist.

"It's over. At least it's over," I grunted. I looked at the clock. It was eleven thirty.

"Very true," she said, looking down the bar, to Justin drinking whatever liquor he had.

"Go. Maybe ask him for a drink sometime," I said, a little louder than I should've. I knew Justin wasn't paying attention and wouldn't hear me. It was still funny to watch Amber get all flustered.

"Shut up, asshole," she said as she walked away. Even as she said it, she was laughing and almost looking at Justin in hopes he'd heard. I gave my attention back to the silent TV. I started to nurse the second half of my beer. I still did have the walk home in front me, and I was to far to make it safe with a drunk on. That would probably be the day I would actually get mugged. I retreated into my head, barely giving any attention to the world around me. Some people call it disassociation, and that was probably the right word for it. I called it daydreaming.

"What you thinkin' bout?" A bright voice suddenly said. I hadn't even noticed her come in. I snapped back to reality in an instant, yanked by that angelic song of a voice. I turned around quickly in my chair, only to see Addison standing and smiling back at me. I hopped off my stool and took her in an embrace.

"What? Wait, what are you doing here?" I couldn't speak right. My bad mood was lifted and shattered into a million little pieces, sharp as glass.

"I figured, since I'm off tomorrow, I'd come bug you at work. I wasn't even sure you'd still be here," she said as Amber and Justin slowly came over by us. This was still fresh to me. Seeing me interact in this way with someone. Hell, seeing me interact with someone in general is kind of a shock.

"You came to visit me? What if I wasn't here?" I asked, still not quite sure I believed what was happening.

"What can I say? I missed my dork. If you weren't here, I was prepared to bug you at home," she smirked at me and kissed my cheek. My heart skipped when she said her dork. I was hers. That's how she saw me. Hers.

"What would you like to drink?" Amber asked, still smiling in awe at the situation they were witnessing. Justin was sitting only a stool away now, trying to remain stoic and quiet. Like stone. This girl had come in for a second time to talk to me, a guy they saw has one of the most antisocial people on the planet. I was the poster child for chosen solitude. I had the social skills of The Unabomber.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 35 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

I wake up the next day feeling extremely depressed.

What's new?

But I was really feeling better lately.

Should've known that would only last so long.

I can't bring myself to move even an inch, much less get out of bed.

I just want to lay wrapped up in the blankets all day.

I watch as Daemon gets ready, pulling on a fresh shirt, looping his belt.

His gaze comes back to me almost every minute and I can almost feel the unease emanating off him.

Once he's done, he comes to my side of the bed, kneeling down.

"Are you sure you're fine here? I can call in sick at work. Take you out," he says, his hand lightly caressing my face.

I shake my head somberly but give him a faint smile.

"I-It's okay. I don't really wanna go anywhere," Daemon nods in understanding but he still looks conflicted.

"I made some food for you. It's in the fridge."

"Thank you," I nearly start to cry again at the sweet gesture but I'm able to keep it in.

I've been so emotional lately.

"Promise me you're going to eat it. You've already lost too much weight lately."

His hand strokes down my arm, his hand softly circling my thin wrist.

"Promise," I say, reaching up for him and he leans in to my will, letting my lips grace his in a soft kiss.

Of course, he always wants more and he eagerly deepens it, pressing me down into the mattress.

I let out a small noise of content into his mouth, butterflies exploding in my stomach.

In my distress and anxiety of the past 24 hours, I'd forgotten how much I hunger for him, for his touch and intimacy.

He wrecks me with his tongue, exploring my mouth as I desperately kiss back.

My eyes flutter open when we part, catching my breath.

"Have a good day," I say softly, my hand cupping his cheek.

Daemon sighs, eyes bright with adoration.

"That's cheating," he murmurs against my lips, giving me one last peck.

He reluctantly leaves, telling me to call him if I need.

The next day I manage to get out of bed.

I find Daemon is already gone so I walk down to the kitchen, finding him and Lucien there speaking in low tones.

"Ash, you're up," Lucien turns when I approach, smiling at me.

"Yeah..." I don't know how to act after what happened with Theo. I glance nervously from him to Daemon.

"I know the other day must have been quite a shock to you. But I've spoken to Theo. He's going to keep quiet."

"A-and is he okay..?" I ask. Lucien gives an agitated glance to Daemon who huffs, crossing his arms defensively.

"He's not dead," Daemon shrugs.

Lucien shakes his head, rolling his eyes in irritation.

"His entire arm is in a cast but other than that, yes, he's fine."

I shift awkwardly on my feet, looking down at the ground.

"It's..." Lucien starts but Daemon cuts him off, coming closer to me.

"None of this is your fault, Ash. I... we will protect you," he declares and I smile up at him, appreciating his words as he gazes back down at me.

He looks so handsome in the morning.

And every other time of the day.

We hear a cough, looking over to Lucien who watches us both, a grin twitching on his lips.

"I'm glad to see you two are getting along so well now."

"Lucien..." Daemon starts but the older man swats him over the head.

"Call me dad once in a while, won't you?" he says mock-angrily, winking at me.

I giggle as Daemon's face reddens, his grumpy expression I know so well surfacing.

The rest of the morning goes smoothly.

I get the feeling Daemon was scolded by Lucien a lot more than he lets on but I don't ask about it.

I mean, I get it.

I would be mad if my children beat each other up too.

When I get to school everything is going well there too, that is, up until lunch.

I'm walking down the hallway to meet Jay in the cafeteria when I bump into the last person I wanted to see.

Wren.

"S-sorry," I say with wide eyes, quickly backing up.

I try to leave but his presence holds me there, his arm crossed as he glares at me.

"Why didn't you reply to my message?" he asks.

I already feel sweaty, my stomach turning in circles.

"I-I didn't know what to say..."

"I'll take that as you were at my house. You went into my room, didn't you?"

"No..." I bite my lip, avoiding his harsh glare.

God, we may be the same height but he's 10x more intimidating than I could ever be.

"Oh yeah? Well my mom says differently. So it wasn't enough to steal Jay away? You had to go into my private space?"

I clench my fists, anger building up to the surface.

"I-I... You were the one who scratched me out of the photo. You called me fake."

I regret it as soon as the words leave my mouth.

"So you did go through my shit, you lying cunt," he hisses, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt.

I immediately push him away, realizing it's not an unfair fight this time.

He's an Omega like me, not an Alpha.

"Why do you hate me? I never asked for Jay to like me," I shoot back.

Wren gives me a nasty look.

"Cause you've got fuckin Daemon too and that's still not enough for you."

"How do you know about that?"

"It's not a secret at school. People see shit. Hear shit. And y'know what I also heard? You and Jay were getting real handsy in the hallway last week."

"I'm not allowed to be his friend? F-Fuck you," I snap.

People assuming I'm with Jay is getting real old now.

"Oh the innocent little goodie two shoes wants to curse now?"

He comes at me again, pushing me back against the lockers.

I grip his shoulders tightly, scowling at him.

"You're the one who didn't tell him you liked him all this time. Tell him. For God's sake tell him or I will."

A group of Alphas walk past us, some of them whistling.

"Catfight," one of them snickers.

Wren ignores them, dead set on me.

"You wouldn't."

"Why not? I could help you," I argue back.

"Oh, real generous of you. Real fucking generous."

"Why are you being like this?" I beg him to tell me, wanting to just understand.

I don't want to fight.

I've had enough of fights lately.

"You really want to know? Fine. Jay fucking Rodriguez knocked me up at a party two years ago," Wren shouts.

Any retaliation I had dries up on my tongue.

I stare at him in shock, completely speechless.

What? Jay got Wren pregnant, they slept together?

Wren's eyes shine with un-spilled tears and guilt stabs me in the gut.

"What?" a voice asks but it's not mine.

We both look to our right, finding a bewildered-looking Jay standing there.

"I did what?"

Wren breaks out into a sob when he sees the Alpha, a look of terror on his face as he realizes Jay heard everything.

"You completely forgot, didn't you? After getting what you wanted from me."

"I didn't know..." Jay starts but Wren cuts him off.

"Fuck you. Fuck both of you," he snaps before turning and running away.

I stand there in confusion, looking to Jay.

How could he do that to Wren?

I look away from him, shaking my head in disappointment.

I did not expect that from Jay.

I start to walk away, not even wanting to bother with him.

A grip on my arm stops me.

"Wait, Ash," Jay says, his voice desperate.

I pull my arm out of his grip.

"Why are you following after me and not Wren?" I ask incredulously.

Jay must be out of his mind.

If I had known, I would've taken responsibility.

"I probably forgot who it was because I was drunk...I swear."

"You should be telling him this," I say coldly.

Why do I have to be wrapped up in the middle of their drama?

"Shit." Jay puts his head in his hands, looking panicked.

"What are you doing? Go after him." I urge.

Jay's eyes widen, looking in the direction Wren went.

He looks reluctant to leave.

"You broke his heart, Jay. Go make this right," I cross my arms in finality. "Or our friendship is over."

The blood in his face drains at that and then he's leaving in a rush, going in the same direction as Wren.

I watch as he disappears down the hallway, a pounding headache overtaking me.

I can't even find the heart to be angry at Wren anymore.

I'm just so tired.

I leave school that day in a puzzled daze, vaguely hoping the two will be able to work it out.

[halfmoondaze]

Goldwing

Read part 1 here 

They arrived at the venue, and during the whole event Jack never left your side. At one point you even started thinking you were probably annoying him by being almost glued to him, but he was quick to notice your discomfort.

“You good?” he whispered in your ear while you guys were hanging out with a group of friends of jack.

“Yea, I just feel like I’m being too clingy towards you, and I don’t want to be annoying”

“Don’t be silly, I love having you here” he smiled down at you and kissed her.

By 12 am, they were already heading back home; even though the party wasn’t set to end until 5 am. Jack knew by this time you we’ll be struggling to try to stay awake.

At this moment they were both outside the venue waiting for the valet to bring Jack’s car.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked.

“Yea, it was so much fun, like it’s so surreal that this is my life right now, I couldn’t be happier”

“I’m so proud of you, you deserve this”

He leaned in to kiss her but what interrupted by a sudden click followed by a bright flash. Which soon turned into several ones. They were quickly being approached by paparazzi. Instinctively he took your hand and pulled you as close as he can to him.

“Hi Jack, how was the party?”

“Have you spoken to Addison?”

“Jack, is that your new girl?”

“Y/N Y/N Can I get a smile?”

Jack wrapped your arms around you and started whispering in your ear random out of pocket comments to distract you from the paparazzi. But at this point you weren’t responding to anything, is like your body shut down, and he immediately started to worry. This went on for 10 minutes and Jack was growing impatient about the car not being here already. But soon things took a turn for the worst.

It was already bad enough that paparazzi were blinding both of you with their cameras, but after taking closing inspection Jack noticed they were now surrounded by a dozen of paparazzi, and they were all started to get closer and closer to their personal space.

"Guys please back the fuck up" Jack yelled at them.

“Chill man there’s no need to yell”

Then from behind someone attempted to grab you but he acted quickly and ran into the guy; jack was ready to fight the man who did that until he overheard someone hyperventilating.

As he looked at you, he realized you were now having a panic attack and couldn’t stop shaking and crying.

Fortunately, in that moment security showed up and shield you and jack from the paparazzi to get to the car.

Once in the car, Jack drive away from the restaurant into a secluded area a few blocks away. That’s when he stopped the car and pulled you into his embrace. He held you for a while until he noticed your breathing was back to normal.

"I'm sorry I put you through this"

"It’s not your fault, I was the one that wanted to come"

"I should've had known better giving the past couple of days"

"There's no way you could've had know this was going to happen"

"I know but given the past couple of days I should have done more to protect you, like for once getting some security" he said looking away feeling defeated.

You took his hands and brush your thumbs against them back and ford as a way to reassurance.

"This was something that was out of our control, and what matters is that we are ok, and I have no doubt in my mind that you would always do everything you can to protect me"

He tenderly looked at her.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

"Let’s go home" he said as he started to car.

[saltymongoose]

HIIIIII, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SENDING AN ASK HERE!

I remembered an Anon once talked to you about Sans being teleported into Madcom... and that idea cannot get out of my head!

(Just my thoughts) -> Will Sans be able to survive/fit in well in Madcom world? Because he has 1 HP and just one hit will be over for this skeleton man. I don't know really... Sans is good at dodging but it's chaotic in this world and I don't know how to imagine him survive in Madcom world without getting tired easily. 😭 (AND HIS PUNS... wonder which boys will roll their eyes at him, if they had one)

Hella awkward for Player too if they once did the GENOCIDE route!

PHEW! That's a lot of words, sorry! I'm just too excited cause I wanna talk to you for awhile. Your works are 🤌 *Chef kisses*

BYE AND HAVE AN EPIC DAY/NIGHT!

(You can ignore this if you want! No pressures)

Hello! Thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it haha. <3 To answer your questions, given how little health Sans actually has, it probably wouldn't end very well for him in Nevada if we're being honest here 😅. Sans has a lot of powerful abilities, but his evasion mechanics rely mainly on being aware of his opponent's movements (hence why he was most vulnerable when he was asleep). It fits well for the more "melee-based" combat of Undertale, but it wouldn't fare nearly as well against guns (especially sniper rifles, for instance). Nevada's also very chaotic, as you said, so his state of exhaustion would also play into this.

(More under the cut as per usual :))

As for how Sans and the grunts (and Player) would interact, Doc would probably be very curious about him anatomy-wise. He's a skeleton, but skeletons are usually completely stationary and just...not alive so he finds him odd. That and the fact that he can bleed, despite being a skeleton? Sanford and Deimos would probably be a bit put off by how weird he acts around you; he's friendly, but also really mysterious and keeps to himself (save for a few hinting remarks). Deimos would enjoy the puns though, as would Sanford to a lesser extent. Hank, on the other hand, really couldn't be bothered with him. He's another guy who thinks he's funny and another person to fight with over your attention, just what he needs. The only bonus for Hank is Sans' Hotdog stand if he decides to do something like that again lmao.

With the Player, whether they did the Genocide route would definitely complicate things between you (provided you didn't erase the world, in which case he probably wouldn't have any knowledge of it). Sans wouldn't trust you if you killed everyone, naturally, and it would show. Despite how he brushes things off, you couldn't ignore how tense things are around him, and how you feel him observing you on every occasion. The boys wouldn't be blind to this either, but even if Sans told them how you eviscerated every monster in the underground and ignored their pleadings to survive, they wouldn't really care. Any rational person would don't get me wrong, but the boys are anything but that when it comes to you.

No, instead they'd protect you from him. Getting in between you both and blocking his view, shooting him dark glares and near threatening him, even making it clear that if anything were to happen to you when he's around, they'd be sure to find out just how well he can dodge blows from a sword (or hook) and bullets from their guns. They don't care that he has a brother to go back to, or if he wants to see his friends again, he should've known better than to try anything with you. So really, it'll be his fault if things end up getting violent.

[bi-bard]

Bastille Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with the Murder Husbands - Murder Husbands Preference (Hannibal)

Title: Bastille Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with the Murder Husbands

Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Word Count: 1,976 words

Warning(s): (Will's) mention of nightmare, mention of Hannibal, (Hannibal's) death, mention of cannibalism

Author's Note: I didn't realize how naturally Bastille's lyrics work with Hannibal. Oh, this one got DARK.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Will Graham:

The Silence

It is not enough to be dumbstruck Can you fill this silence? You must have the words in that head of yours And oh, oh can you feel the silence? I can't take it anymore 'Cause it is not enough to be dumbstruck Can you fill the silence?

"Will!"

I don't know how he had gotten out of bed without me noticing him. If the dogs hadn't started barking, I wouldn't have known. He was standing on the roof outside the second-floor window.

He looked at me with confused eyes.

"Please come back inside," I pleaded.

He looked around him. I saw his breath speeding up. I said his name again. He blinked a few times before walking over. I moved back so he could climb into the house.

I didn't speak up until he was sitting in a chair in the living room.

"What happened, Will," I asked. "What did you dream about?"

He didn't respond to me. He was clearly lost in thought.

I knelt down in front of him. "Talk to me. I want to help you, but I can't do that if I don't know what I'm up against."

He looked at me before closing his eyes.

"Will... please."

I took his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"They've been getting worse," he muttered. I looked up to see his eyes on me. "The nightmares. They've been getting worse since the Hobbs case."

I reached up to cup the side of his face.

It was progress. It was slow progress, but progress.

And I greatly preferred that to the silence from before.

Haunt

I'll come back to haunt you Memories will taunt you And I will try to love you It's not like I'm above you

Will continuing his hunt for Hannibal broke my heart.

After all that had happened, I didn't want him anywhere near the case. He was broken, hurt, nightmares doubled. It was awful.

I didn't hear about him coming home until Hannibal was arrested.

I spent a few days avoiding him, but it was inevitable. Will had been burned into my thoughts. My own fault more than anything. I wanted to hold onto him... and my mind did. I loved him. I let him love me. And now, I couldn't get away from him.

He was packing his things when I got to his house.

He only seemed shocked to see me for a moment. I was about to try and start a conversation before he pulled me into his arms.

"I should've done better," he mumbled into the crook of my neck. "I'm sorry."

"I should've been with you," I replied, trying to blink away tears as I leaned back. "Alana... she told me about Mason. If I hadn't run-"

"Stop," he cut me off. "Please."

His hands cupped the sides of my face. I closed my eyes, reaching up to touch his hands.

"I would have dreams about you," I muttered, opening my eyes. "I could see you so clearly. I... All I wanted was you back."

"I'm here," he promised. "I'm right here."

"And you're leaving again," I glanced at the boxes behind him.

He chuckled. "Yeah... Come with me."

I grinned.

"Let's go find some cabin in the woods. A place with room for the dogs. Like you talked about."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, hands moving to grab the front of his shirt. I pulled back a little bit to nod to him.

He nodded back. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Yeah."

He grinned, kissing me again.

"I love you," I mumbled into the kiss.

He leaned back enough to look me in the eye. "I love you too."

The Anchor

Bring me some hope By wandering into my mind Something to hold onto Morning, noon, day, or night

I smiled at the dogs running around the yard. They were chasing each other and shoving each other. Playing tug of war with some toys. They were precious.

Will sat on the front steps with me, handing me a mug.

I smiled, thanking him quietly. "Gosh, you are living my dream. Twenty dogs and no humans to take care of."

He scoffed. "Trust me, the requirements to get here aren't worth it."

I looked over, suddenly feeling really guilty. "I didn't mean to make it seem like-"

"I know, I know."

"Crap," I closed my eyes. "I feel like an ass now."

"You shouldn't," he said.

I looked at him again.

"You've been more of a support for me than almost anyone else," he shrugged. "You've become a rock for me. An anchor. Whether or not you meant to."

I hadn't meant to. I just meant to be a good friend. But I would be lying if I said that he hadn't become more than that in my eyes. He was everything in my eyes.

I didn't say any of that in that moment. No, in that moment, I just smiled.

I barely registered Will leaning in before his lips touched mine. He seemed so hesitant. Like he truly thought that after all this time, I would push him away.

I didn't.

I slowly kissed him back, savoring the feeling of his lips on mine. It was almost innocent. Soft and slow and innocent.

A small chuckle slipped from Will's mouth as he pulled away.

"What," I asked, chuckling back him.

"I just... I never thought I'd get to do that," he muttered. "With you, specifically. Not in general."

I laughed again. "Trust me, you can do that any time you want."

"Is that so," he asked, almost sarcastically.

I hummed and nodded before leaning over to kiss him again.

It was perfect.

Hannibal Lecter:

Poet

Your body lies upon the sheets Of paper and words so sweet I can't say the words So I wrote you into my verse

--Third Person P.O.V--

"What's this?"

Hannibal almost froze when he saw the book Will was holding. He took a deep breath and walked over.

"It looks handwritten," Will added when Hannibal didn't immediately answer.

"It is," Hannibal tried to politely take the book away. "An old friend."

Will raised an eyebrow at the doctor.

"(Y/n)," he explained. "Loving, intelligent, passionate. I loved every part of them. I would like to believe that they loved every part of me."

"'Loved?'"

Hannibal grinned. Will was always one to catch the small details. Like the use of past tense.

"They passed," Hannibal's eyes were sad. "Years ago now. This was my dedication to them."

"Sealing them into history."

"They will live on even after my final thought," he ran his hand along the page. "I'm honoring them."

"It's kind."

"I hope so."

Hannibal couldn't bring (Y/n) into his world when they were alive. But he would be damned if he would let them go now that they were gone.

Overjoyed

Oh I feel overjoyed When you listen to my words I see them sinking in Oh I see them crawling underneath your skin

Hannibal and I told each other almost everything.

We were nothing short of best friends.

Almost every secret. Every story. Every piece of our minds. It was shared knowledge. He could recite my favorite stories. I could list his favorite paintings.

I had invited him over for tea one night.

I had a particularly long day. All I wanted was to spend time with Hannibal. No pressure from the outside world.

"How are you feeling," he asked as he hugged me.

"Tired," I mumbled, stepping back. "How are you?"

"Something tells me that I've been better than you," he replied. "Go. Sit. I'll cook."

"No, no," I shook my head. "I'm not going to make you cook after I invited you over."

We continued talking after that. We had tea and talked. It felt like his words infiltrated every part of my mind. I could see them scrawled in my brain like they were written in a diary. A book of his thoughts.

"You're staring, my dear," he said after a pause in our conversation.

I looked down nervously, shaking my head. "I am not staring."

"I don't believe you," he replied.

I looked back at him to see that he had stepped closer to me.

"Is it my fault that I find what you have to say incredibly interesting," I asked.

He grinned to himself, looking down for a moment before continuing to move closer to me.

"Hannibal," I said softly when he was close enough for me to feel his breath on my skin.

His lips softly touched the corner of my lips.

I took a breath before turning my head just enough to press a proper kiss to his lips. I leaned in closer to him. If his words had infiltrated every part of my mind, his kiss infiltrated every part of my heart. So careful, so kind.

I knew the feeling would be burned in my memory for the rest of my life.

I could picture having this moment every night. Being loved every night.

I should never have assumed that it would be a long one.

Blame

Fall upon your knees, Sing, "This is my body and soul here." Crawl and beg, and plead, Sing, "You've got the power and control." Don't pin it all on me

I did everything in my power to keep the real reason I was there from Hannibal.

It worked well until he mentioned dinner.

"Who is it," I asked bluntly.

He paused. "What do you mean?"

"Who did you kill for the meal," I rephrased the question.

He forced a chuckle. I pulled out the gun I had brought and pointed it at him.

"(Y/n)-"

"I wanna hear you say," I stopped him. "I want you to admit to what you did. Tell me what you did with those bodies."

"Put down the gun-"

"Tell me!"

He paused when I yelled at him. He was finally realizing that I had control here.

"I made meals with them."

"And how many did you feed me?"

"I don't have a number."

"But it's been a lot."

He nodded. I felt ready to vomit. Some misguided attempt to rid myself of what had been given to me. I took a deep breath.

"You are not a killer."

"I know," I admitted, blinking away tears.

"Put the gun down-"

"Kill me."

I held the gun out to him.

"Why would you ask me to do that," Hannibal stared at the gun for a moment before looking at me.

"Because I'm too much of a coward to do it myself," I said. "And I will no longer let you turn me into a monster like you."

"(Y/n)-"

"Stop it, Hannibal!"

He froze when I yelled at him.

"I loved you," I snapped. "And you didn't even love me enough to be honest with me. I deserved that choice! You stole that from me! You... You tricked me! Turned me into... this! I can't get rid of it! There are claws digging at my soul and I didn't get a chance to fight them off!"

"Would you have ever accepted me as I was?"

"Does the chance of that permit you to take away my choice?"

He closed his eyes and looked down.

"You took away my choice before, you will not take it away now. I get to control this part. You owe me that."

"I won't do this-"

"Stop acting like you care for me. If you did, we'd never have ended up here."

I pushed the gun towards him again. Hannibal slowly took it from my hand.

"In all this time, I never imagined me being the cause of your death."

"I was dead the first time you fed me whatever bastard you killed, Hannibal."

I only heard two more words before the world around me went dark.

"I'm sorry."

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Author's Note: This felt really short.

Also, yeah, has someone done a Will X Hannibal edit to "Blame"? I think it would work really well.

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[uhzuku]

Alright so the short version is Imagine your Erens hybrid cat girl and he's home late one day and you start to get worried and when he finally comes back you're so excited only to see a blonde fluffball in his arm. Idk about you but I would be so jealous like why is Eren using MY special blankets on him

"Come on princess he was abandoned on the street just look at him he wouldn't survive out there." The sparkles in Erens eyes make you sick. "You know you're still my number 1 girl right?" You nod but you're not really feeling the love :/ especially not when Eren spends special time making Armin's favorites and hand feeding it to him while your left to cook for yourself Eren says it's because he knows you can handle it just for a little while. Just until Armin is better you couldn't wait till he got strong enough to leave. That is until Eren got too attached and decided to keep him you should've known really. It makes you want to cry when Armin smirks as he calls for Eren who quickly leaves the task he was doing with you to hold him the loud purring piercing your ears. You get so upset you end up scratching Armin who was taunting you trying to steal the remote. Really you should be able to have ONE thing you didn't have to share with him. Tears streamed down your faces as Eren yelled at you

"What's gotten into you! Now he has a scratch. Don't worry bunny I'll fix your pretty face." What about you, what about your pretty face? Armin sniffled and nodded that is until a grin spread across his face as Eren carried him off to the bathroom. You both knew at that moment he won Eren was his now. You almost couldn't contain your sobs as you packed a small suitcase not nearly enough to survive but what did you know. You were a pampered housecat and they would tear you up outside by yourself. And that's why when Eren returned to get you to apologize he ran around frantically getting increasingly worried as he couldn't find you. "Look," Armin said pointing to a note that was hidden under a book.

"I know you want to be with Armin now. You don't have to pretend to love me anymore I'll make it easy and just go." Erens eyes bugged out he couldn't believe how childish you were being....actually he could what he couldn't believe was how you thought he didn't love you. But thinking back to the past few weeks he had been neglecting you a bit.

"Fuck" he whispered "stay here baby its raining." Of course, of course it was raining you huffed as you did your best to shield your body with the suitcase over your head. It's not like you got far before you heard Eren calling your name and promptly gripping your shoulder before you could even register what was happening.

"Why did you do that? Are you crazy you-you could've gotten hurt or kidnapped or-"

"Why do you care." You scoffed words coming out bitter and jealous "Dont you already have my replacement set up."

"Replacement? Baby Armins not-"

"He is. You gave him my special blankets you cook HIS favorite foods you let him play with all my toys and hog the remote and and.." By now you were blubbering fist balled up and Eren couldn't help but think how precious you looked at this moment rain in your hair tears in your eyes. Jealous just lil a little brat too spoiled for your own good.

"I see what it is now. My little princess is too spoiled huh. Not used to sharing. I guess that's my fault." You huffed ready to turn away from him before he pulled you in for a gentle kiss and hug "I am sorry though baby. I just wanted Armin to get better. Not just for me for you too you know.

"What do you mean for me? He hates me." You sniffled rubbing your head onto Erens shoulder unconsciously marking him

"Baby he's been fisting his cock every night thinking about you thinking about this tight little pussy. He wants to breed you so bad I have to stop him from jumping your leg every time you go to sleep. He just....enjoys teasing you a little bit he's really sorry why don't you come back home we can both apologize properly. Give the the needy princess all the attention she deserves, you want that baby?" Eren whispered gently stroking your tail. You would've liked to put up more of a fight but your cunt is already wet with slick causing your underwear to cling to you. Maybe Armin wouldn't be so bad but he was gonna have to work for it.

That's the general idea obviously it's shortened but something about Eremin and reader getting jealous makes me 🥵🥵🥵 like this can be so fluffy after too so it's perfect.

-meatatick

@cherrykamado come eat meatstick cooked for us <3

[roanniee]

Worthy Part 2

Word Count:

Warnings: Angst, minor GN! Reader x Nanami Kento, Naoya.

This was so long overdue I am so sorry.

I am also so sorry for disappearing 😀

hehehe enjoy!

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

He was too late. 

Perhaps you have moved on too early. Or he had just taken his time too much. Either way, he was too late. Seeing you smile so brightly at Nanami Kento hurt. 

It hurt, because he knew he'd never be able to make you smile like that. 

He felt betrayed, in some way. You like-liked- him, did you not? Then why?

Why are you holding Nanami's hands in yours? Why are you acting so demure? So dependent? He hated it. Naoya hated it with a passion because it wasn't you. You were strong. Independent. Blunt and brazen. 

The person Nanami was speaking to wasn't you. 

It just cannot be. 

And yet, the feeling of his heart being shredded to bits was present. Because it's not you, but at the same time, it IS you. 

The same aura. The same voice. The same face. 

That's you. 

That's you who was laughing softly at whatever Nanami had said. That's you holding Nanami's hand. That's you whose cheek Nanami kissed. 

He was only gone for two months. How had things changed so drastically?

Perhaps he should've known how fast things could change. He should've, for he spent two entire months changing the entire clan with the help of his cousins and nephew. 

He felt the pit in his stomach burn in anger. Not at you, but at Nanami. His cursed energy was flowing, begging to be released at the man that dared to steal you away. He wanted nothing more than to take you away from Nanami, and show you that had changed. That he is someone worthy of you. That he's the only one. Gods, he even reformed the entire Zenin ideology with his cousins and nephew for you. 

Just so you could notice him more than just his past and his family. 

But he couldn't. He couldn't hurt Nanami, because he knew deep in his gut that it would hurt you and push you away even more. 

So he stayed and approached you as he had always done, but perhaps a bit more mellow, kinder and friendlier. 

But wait. 

Was he really too late? 

As he sat down on the head table at the Zenin estate's dining hall, he couldn't help but think, ignoring all that was going on around him, and the fact that he was throwing a party in the estate.

Your relationship with Nanami was glaringly obvious. 

He knows, he knows that you and Nanami are lovers. 

Yet, he could feel the lingering looks you're throwing his way when you think he's not looking. He could tell that, despite the fact that you're with Nanami, you still liked him somewhat, or at the least, wanted him. 

"Wasn't she such a firecracker? What happened to her now?"

He looked at his cousin with a shrug, an act so undignified of the new Zenin Clan Head. After Megumi had decided to pass the headship to Naoya and decided to stay as the heir for now, Naoya immediately reinstated Toji as a member of the Zenin clan and his right hand. 

"It happened after they got together with that sorcerer." 

Toji looked at you and Nanami who were quietly conversing in the corner. His favourite cousin had told him everything that he had missed since his disownment, and he knew of Naoya's attraction to you. 

In fact, anyone who knew Naoya knew that he was attracted to you. It wasn't exactly hard to see why. Naoya may have changed a lot, but the fire in him is constantly burning. While Naoya was a rule-abiding heir, he was not made for the softer ones. No, he was made for those with a fire in them, one that can match his own fiery personality. 

You were exactly that and more. 

But why were you so subdued now? From what Toji had heard of you, you were never one to act that way. 

"I'm afraid that was my fault." 

Naoya and Toji simultaneously rolled their eyes. Of course it had been Gojo's fault. 

"What exactly did you do?" Toji asked the white haired male with a raised brow. 

"They were...not accepting of their feelings for you, Zenin Naoya. I jokingly said that maybe they should date someone in hopes of forgetting you." Gojo stated as he glanced at you and Nanami. 

To be fair, Gojo had not expected you to take such a joke seriously. You had known him for such a long time, and he thought that you knew better than to take his jokes seriously. He had been shocked to silence when he saw Nanami kiss you right at the mouth just two weeks later. And when you turned demure and sweet, always saying no to missions without Nanami's permission? 

He was downright terrified.

Toji placed a firm hand on Naoya's shoulder, stopping him from attacking his son's teacher in irritation. 

"I will be the first to admit that they are better off with you than with Nanami. So please, Zenin-sama." Gojo started off, looking at Naoya and using his new official title. "Please return our Y/n back to us." 

Naoya nodded and leaned back on his seat, his mind working a mile every second.

All he could do now was wait, hope and pray that you return to yourself before making his move.

Pray to whichever deity that you open your eyes and see that you and him are the perfect match. 

For no one is worthy of Zenin Naoya but you. 

And no one is worthy of you but Zenin Naoya. 

©Roannie 2021 Please do not plagiarise or repost my works.

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Just Have Faith

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Pairing: Levi Schuler x Laura Day [F!MC] Book: Mother of the Year, Post-Chapter 10 Word Count: ~1,300 Rating/Warning: Teen (some language).

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge​​ "I've got this"; @choicesbookclub MOTY Replay ; @wackydrabbles 103 "Why did you say that" (in bold).

Synopsis: Following the events of Chapter 10, when Guy refuses to wake up Lily, Laura returns home frustrated and alone. She starts to believe Guy's declarations of winning custody. Levi is there to remind her not to give up. [Emotional Hurt/Comfort]

Before she knew it, Laura was back in front of the apartment building. The street around had quieted since she left a few hours earlier. Her feet moved instinctively forward, carrying her numbly toward the building; her eyes were filled with unshed tears. She found herself in the elevator, pressing the button for their floor, but when the doors reopened, she didn't have the strength to take those last few steps.

The doors closed again, and the elevator remained in place, waiting for another resident to call for its arrival. Her head fell back against the wall, and time ticked on. Her mind kept replaying all those moments that had torn her down since Guy's arrival. It was too much.

The elevator began to descend, dinging as the doors opened for whoever summoned it. Laura sniffled back her worries and shuffled to the corner, hoping to go unnoticed.

Levi strutted in, tossing his hair behind his shoulder. He pressed the button for their floor on his way in. He stopped short, noticing he wasn't alone. "Laura?"

She looked up, her gaze barely meeting his before falling.

His eyes widened as he took her in. He rested his hands on her arms, moving them slowly, trying to bring her comfort. "What's wrong?"

Her mouth opened to speak, but no words made themselves known. A heavy sigh slipped through her lips as she reached to cradle her face in her hands.

"Let me help you to your apartment," Levi offered when the elevator arrived at its destination once more.

"No—" Laura shook her head, her voice barely audible. "No. I can't—"

"Where's Rocket?" Levi questioned, noting her absence. His voice rose with concern. "Did something happen? Is Lily alright?"

"Guy happened," Laura scoffed. Her fingers ran beneath her eyes, collecting the tears that tried to escape.

Levi waited patiently, giving her time. He slowly stroked her back, letting her know she wasn't alone.

"He put Lily to bed an hour early so that he'd have an excuse as to why I couldn't pick her up. He wouldn't hear reason. He wouldn't wake her up. And just like that, he's stolen another night from me." Her words flowed more quickly now as she let out the pain. "What if this is it? Is every day going to be a fight with him until I lose or give up?"

Levi's eyes closed at the news. His jaw and fists clenched.

The elevator shifted downward again.

"Come with me," he asked gently as the doors opened again. Levi took her hand and guided her forward, leading them outside into the night. "Let's go for a walk."

Laura didn't protest; this was better than facing the empty apartment for the fourth straight night. The crisp autumn air was refreshing. She felt her body relax slightly with the cool breeze. "I hate him."

"I know." He offered her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"First, when we were together, he made me feel like crap. He got me to believe that all of our problems were my fault. Then, after four years of learning to accept myself again and doing my best to support Lily on my own, he shows up, flaunting his wealth and status." Laura shook her head in disgust. "Lily should've been home yesterday. Maybe, I"ll get her back tomorrow, but who knows. If I had kept her an additional 48 hours, I'd be held accountable, but, Guy? Never. He's bullying me with his money, and no one sees it."

"I see it." Levi brushed his thumb tenderly over her knuckles. "And if it would help, I'm more than happy to drive over there and deck him for you. Let's just get you an alibi first."

Laura laughed through her tears. "Don't tempt me." She leaned into him further. "I don't know what to do." The words slipped from her lips in desperation. "Who says tomorrow will be any different?"

He nodded in understanding, wishing more than anything that he could make it better for her.

"I'm—I'm trying my best. But it doesn't feel like it's enough." Her voice cracked at the admission. "Maybe, I'm not enough for her."

"Why did you say that?" Levi turned to face her. "Don't ever let him make you feel like that. What you and Lily have is special. It's more than he can even hope to comprehend."

"It's only just started, and it already feels hopeless—"

"It's never hopeless," Levi interrupted. "Isn't that what you told me the other day? That it wasn't too late for my career? That I should have faith that it will work out?"

"Maybe I was wrong." No longer able to hold them back, silent tears slid down her cheek.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "Laura, you're her mom. You've been there through the good and the bad. You've put her first in everything. Hell, you moved to a new town with no support just so she could go to a better school and one day achieve her dream. You're an incredible mom and woman. Anyone can see that. As long as you're still standing, as long as you are still fighting, there's no stopping you. Your love will get you through. There's always hope."

Laura wrapped her arms around him, letting the warmth of his embrace soothe her.

"Don't let him get to you. He's not worth it." He stroked her hair softly. "You've got this."

She nodded, taking a step back, trying to compose herself. She let his words settle over her. "I've got this."

"Don't ever let that piece of shit make you doubt yourself. He's not worth it. But you are." He cradled her face in his hands. "What you and Lily have is worth everything. Just have faith in yourself. It's going to be okay."

"Thank you—" she held her hand over his, keeping him there. Laura focused on the warmth of his palm against her cool cheek. A small smile turned at the corner of her lips as his adoring gaze met hers. "Thank you for being everything I've needed since moving here."

"I haven't done anything." His thumb brushed over her cheek. "You did."

"I mean it, Levi. You've been here for everything. You fixed my oven. You baked cookies with Lily and me. You've given me rides. You've babysat Lily (which is no small feat). You helped me get a job. You've been nothing less than a gentleman. You never cease to amaze me." She chewed her lip, watching his smile grow. "I don't know how I got to be so damn lucky."

"I'm the lucky one. You and Rocket have helped me too. In more ways than you know."

"Maybe you can tell me someday." Laura pressed a kiss to his palm.

"Maybe."

"Levi?"

"Yes?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You can kiss me now."

He exhaled a chuckle. "Don't mind if I do."

His lips captured hers immediately, not needing any further invitation. They were soft and warm, encouraging him deeper. The subtle taste of her now-dried tears lingered. He made it his mission to kiss ever drop away. Her tears were a reminder of the pain she had felt. He refused to let any memory of that remain. He peppered her face with the softest kisses. It was then that he realized there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He had never felt like this before. He would move heaven and earth if it would prevent her from shedding another tear. He kissed his way back to her lips, deepening their embrace.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled them apart. "Some of us are trying to walk here." A grumpy, elderly man complained, pushing past them.

Laura cringed, hiding her face in her hands.

"Sorry, bro!" Levi called.

"Youth today," the man huffed, shaking his fist.

Her laughter filled the night air around them.

It was a beautiful melody. Levi smiled to himself, admiring her. It just might be his favorite sound.

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Frozen within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Book 3 Chapter 1

None of the characters in twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

Summary: Fleur has never been in more danger than she has now. Not only does she have the revengeful and angry Victoria after her. But the Volturi is wanting to go after her as well. Will Fleur be able to stay human? Or will someone end up getting in her way?

"Baby, that isn't how they look tonight

It took the light absolutely forever to get to your eyes

And as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early?

It's the star treatment."

Star Treatment, By The Arctic Monkeys

Those speckled stars in the midnight sky are my possibilities of life, my fate.

That ocean is the course I will float through. It may be choppy and rough.

Or that tide that the moons controls will take me under.

Now in days, it always felt like that moon was going to take me in the water, pushing me down deep. I had multiple targets on my back and many deadly people trying to shoot their shots toward me. It seemed I had grown numb to the idea of my heart not beating anymore. It felt like a fate I couldn't escape. I should've known this would happen... I was dating someone whose heart had stopped beating over a hundred years ago. I would never blame him for my problems, of course, he couldn't control my sister's mouth as much as I wanted him to.

My dreams had started to get strange...Anytime I was "in" Victoria she was always alone. I felt her resentment, nervousness, and the constant hesitance of the people around her. I was always wondering what had happened to that man she had bitten. Leah and I hadn't talked since her dad had ended up getting killed, I hadn't seen Seth either. Bella and I had been worse than we had ever been. Seeing her still makes me sick to my stomach and Edward made me just as sick too. But I knew something was coming...and I knew that we would all have to stick together, whether we wanted to or not.

I was currently making my way down to the Cullens, I wanted to see Rosalie and Jasper, and Alice too. I couldn't stand to be in that house by myself with Edward and Bella not too far away.

Tell me, how am I to feel? Tell me how... I don't know if I can chill I need to scream it loud

Female Energy PT2 by, Willow Smith

I pulled into the Cullen's driveway and jogged up to the door, knocking softly. Jasper had always told me I never needed to knock and that I could just come in but, it always felt wrong not doing it. I looked through the glass and saw Rosalie smiling, she had more bridal magazines in her hands. Ever since she found out Jasper and I had gotten engaged she was gung ho on planning our wedding. I was convinced she could be a professional wedding planner.

"Fleur! You came right on time." I walked into the house and took my sweater off.

"Glad I made it on time... my rule is when Edward enters the house, it's time for me to leave the house." I joked.

"Oh, I'm sure they're driving you nuts."

"You have no idea... Is Jasper here?

"No, he went on a hunting trip with Emmett, Esme, Dean, Carlisle, and Alice, they'll be gone for the rest of the night."

"Oh okay. What'd you find?" I asked gesturing toward the pile of magazines.

"I was looking at wedding dresses perfect for forest weddings, and when the best time to have weddings at, as well as things you shouldn't have in a wedding because they can cause bad luck."

"Rose... Alice is starting to rub off on you isn't she?" I said a smirk was plastered on my face.

"Yes... I think she is."

"So, what do they tell us about what are the best dresses to wear?"

"Well, I was seeing a lot of lace, and most the dresses were short."

"I like lace."

"Good, we've made progress."

"I was thinking about having Lilies of the Valley for the main floral arrangements."

"You are reading my mind Fleur."

We were scanning through different magazines, pointing out some things I would want to have. The distraction was nice but soon enough those same thoughts crept back into my head. Rosalie noticed this and a concerned look was replaced with her joyful one.

"What's going on in that head of yours Fleur."

I sighed

"I'm just freaked out about everything...and these dreams about Victoria aren't helping either."

"You've had more dreams about Victoria?" She inquired, her face was full of shock."

"Oh...I didn't say anything about that did I?"

"No...what's she doing?"

"Well, the first dream I had of her again was while all you guys were gone. She had attacked some man but didn't kill him. The dreams of her I've had recently are just her alone... she seems so nervous now."

"I wish I could help you out with whatever's going on but, I can't do anything for your dreams."

"It's not your fault Rose... I just wish I knew why my dreams have been so accurate when it came to things involving her. Well... there was one other thing, but I'm not sure if Jasper told you."

"What's it about?"

"I was having dreams the night you guys had left, one of them I was standing on a random street corner, and Jasper was there driving a car. When he got a second look at me I disappeared. He had called me in the middle of the night and asked me how I found him."

"Oh my god...are you sure you're fully human?" She asked playfully.

"I don't know what the heck I am at this point," I said, chuckling.

"I have to admit, it's impressive... I've never even heard a vampire being able to do that stuff."

"I wish I could control it, the dreams cut off after a while."

"I wouldn't worry about it, for now, it comes into use for us when we've reached dead ends. You have to be hungry, why don't we take a break from wedding planning?"

"Sounds good... I'm starving!"

After I had finished dinner, it was late so I had decided to spend the night there. I pulled out my phone and called dad, so he didn't freak out about anything.

"Hey Petal, I was just about to call."

"Sorry dad, I'm over with Rosalie... we spent too much time wedding planning. I'm going to spend the night here since it's so late." I explained.

"That's fine, tell Rosalie I said hi."

"I will love you, dad."

"Love you too."

"I'm going to bed Rose, I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright, sleep well." She said.

I went up to Jasper's room and collapsed on the bed the Cullens had gotten for me. I was roused awake slightly a few hours later, those familiar cold arms wrapped themselves around me. I fell back to sleep a few seconds later. I awoke the next morning, the sun was burning my face. It was one of those rare day's the sun decided to make an appearance in Forks. I groaned and buried my face in one of the cush pillows behind my head. I heard a deep chuckle from the doorway.

"You never were a morning person were you love?" I heard Jasper ask...not matter how long I was here on this Earth, I would never get tired of his voice.

"I don't wanna get up...you can't make me."

"I technically could darlin, I am a vampire you know."

"But you're a nice vampire...you love me too much to wake me up."

"Edward and Bella will be coming over soon..." I shot up and looked at him, a grin on his face told me he was joking.

"I take it back, you're mean."

"If it'll make it up to you...I'll make you breakfast."

"As nice as that sounds... I better go, dad is probably waiting for me."

"Okay love, I'll see you tonight." He said, I kissed him before leaving, I bid everyone a goodbye in the lounge room and made it toward my car. The long drive back was going well until my car had broken down.

"Aww damn it..." I said, getting out of my car. I was still in the forest, the dead leaves were crunching underneath my feet. Before I could open the engine however I heard another set of feet coming toward me. I looked up and locked eyes with someone who looked familiar to me... his eyes were blood red.

"Fleur Swan... we meet at last."