#life is short be a crybaby

[icedmetaltea]

I encourage ya'll to let yourselves be sad about stupid shit, not everything has to be due to a bunch of super serious and overwhelming reasons. Sometimes it's just cause you really suck at board games and wish you were better but ur brain doesn't let u no matter how much you've tried YES I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT

[wilmaocean]

They use to say A negative mind will never give you a positive life Well i guess im fucked up -Wilma

[theflyingfeeling]

...😭

[lovlidollie]

hii can i request for crybaby!reader? >_< From what i can understand, Rafe is mean to her but he knows when to stop (does he?), so i imagine the first time she does something that pisses him off, like wearing a very short dress to some party or posting a very revealing selfie, obviously she doesn't do it with bad intentions, nor to make him angry, but that doesn't stop him from going completely crazy about it and filling her with messages and she doesn't understand why he's so angry :( then he can see in person that she doesnt really get it but he still acts mean for a while cause he loves seeing her all confused and teary :3

u r absolutely correct, rafe is so so so mean to her sometimes but he knows when he’s gone too far n when he should stop (theoretically) i love this sm i hope u enjoy lovely !

crybaby!reader who’s finally got the courage to put on the cute lil dress that she bought impulsively a couple weeks ago. it’s white and lacy and it makes her feel pretty! she even did her makeup and spritzed on extra perfume! she was sad that her rafey wouldn’t be able to come coz he was too busy doing business with barry, but she was sure that he’d like the dress too c:

she’s so excited to get out of the house n party with her friends that she doesn’t realise the dress is a teensy tiny bit too short. topper was hosting the party n when she shows up his eyes widen and his mouth drops, because he knew for a fact rafe would never let his girl wear something so short without him there. she greets him with a hug, n she’s so sweet that she thanks him for having her over.

a couple drinks in and crybaby!reader’s having the time of her life. she’s swaying about with her friends, giggling n having fun, smiling so wide when one of them pulls out their phone to snap a pic. she’s such a lightweight that she’s already tipsy n a little dizzy. the harsh light of her screen hurts her eyes but she manages to repost her friends story to hers! it’s such a cute pic she thinks, just as a ping comes through.

rafey ♡

the fuck do you think you’re wearing?

instantly her mood drops n a frown replaces her smile. did he — did he not like her dress? did he think it was ugly? already, she feels that dreadful lump rise up in her throat n she has to excuse herself to the bathroom.

crybaby

um

just a new dress i got

she waits with baited breath for his response, heart stuttering at the three bouncing bubbles. she’s biting her lips, leg bouncing anxiously against the tile.

rafey ♡

you seriously thought it was a good idea

you must be dumber than i thought

she promptly bursts into tears. she hates making him mad, it makes her feel like she’s disappointed him n that he doesn’t like her anymore.

crybaby

didnt

think it was that big of a deal :( jus thiught it was cute

on the other side of the screen rafe’s brows are furrowed, scowl deepening at each of her words. he’s been with her long enough to know that the typos are because her eyes are too blurry to type properly.

rafey ♡

‘cute’?

think your ass hanging out is ‘cute’?

think dressing up like a slut is ‘cute’ huh

the second i’m not around you go and do this

she’s ruined her makeup by this point, mascara running down her cheeks and lip wobbling so hard she can’t stop it even if she wanted to.

crybaby

m really sorry

i didnt mean to make u mad

promise rafey i didnt know it was short

jus really wantd to look ncie n pretty for u

rafey ♡

do you have any idea

how many guys probably stared at your ass tonight

it’s like you like to piss me off on purpose the fuck

fucking shit

there’s a three minute pause where rafe doesn’t respond or say anything at all and it has her losing her mind. she spams him with messages, apologising over and over again, telling him that she didnt mean to, that she’d do whatever he wanted if it meant he wasn’t mad. finally he responds;

rafey ♡

stay the fuck where you are.

coming to get your ass.

the full stops make her think that he’s really really mad at her. she sits there, hands shaking so hard she drops her phone. some douche yells behind the bathroom door, complaining that he has to take a piss n she has no choice but to open it and wobble off. self-consciously, she keeps pulling the hem of her dress down, teetering on her little kitten heels as she unsteadily moves down the stairs. she sees topper, concern filling his features once he notices her wet face. he sets his drink down, striding over immediately to lead her to a quiet corner of the house. top doesn’t say much, grimaces when he gets a text on his phone a few minutes later and gets up to leave. crybaby!reader’s too out of it to care. she just — doesn’t understand. doesn’t understand why rafe’s so mad at her :(

she rubs her eyes, smearing eyeshadow n glitter everywhere, and looks up just in time to see top walk back with rafe in tow. his lips are pressed into a straight line, jaw clenched, and eyes stormy. she stands up, stumbling into his arms. she wants nothing more but to be held n kissed n told that it was okay.

“top.” he says straightforwardly, giving him the signal to leave. rafe looks down at his girl, heart clenching at how ruined she looks. he knows he was being mean, he knows he shouldn’t have said half of what he said. he sucks on his teeth and holds her by the shoulders, eyeing her up and down. he can’t deny that she looks good. the dress flattered her, emphasised her pretty legs, n he feels a thrill of arousal go through him as he thinks of ripping the pathetic excuse of a dress off her.

“‘m really — hic — real sorry daddy, pl-please don’ be mad. please.” crybaby’s eyes are so red n puffy it almost makes rafe change his mind. almost.

“shit’s shorter than it was in the picture. the fuck were you — what the fuck were you even thinking huh? lemme guess, y’weren’t, right? i gotta do all the thinking f’you. can’t even leave y’by yourself for five minutes before you’re strippin’.” he’s got that mean, mocking tone that makes her wanna shrivel up n die. despite wanting to see how much longer he could draw this out, n as much as loves seeing her all teary n confused, guilt chips away at him. rafe opens his arms and flicks his head, and she crashes into him with a sob. past all her sniffles and wails she manages a, “‘m real— really sorry for disa— disappointin’ you.” she can barely get the words out before a fresh wave of tears overcome her.

rafe sighs deeply, letting her cry into his chest. “jus’ tryna protect you, what part of that don’t you get, kid.” he rubs her head gently, coaxing her into a calmer state. “not all guys are good guys. it’s fine if y’want to wear short shit, jus’ not when ‘m not there.” she nods furiously, agreeing with him instantly n it makes rafe feel high.

“none of this cryin’ shit now, hm? y’didn’t disappoint me, kiddo. ‘m sorry — uh — sorry f’bein’ so mean t’you. dad’s gotta be mean sometimes, y’know? it’s the only way he can be sure it’ll get through t’ya. gonna go home now — y’gonna come home w’daddy ��n you can show him your pretty dress there, ‘kay?” rafe pulls off his jacket and wraps it around her waist, covering the back of her thighs n her peeking ass. she cowers into his side, gripping his shoulder tightly, afraid that he’d leave her there.

he tugs her closer, leans down and presses a kiss at the crown of her head. “attagirl, there we go.”

[alyswritings]

First Period

Request: Could you write a fic where jj maybanks little sister gets her first period and her dad finds out and makes her feel really bad about it but then jj makes her feel better?

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N gets her first period.

Warnings: luke being a dick

(gif not mine)

Y/N walks into the bathroom, pulling her pants down and sitting on the toilet. She looks down, her eyes widening at the red stain in her underwear. Her heartrate picks up, the girl quickly pulling her pants up and turning around in the mirror, seeing the red substance on the back of her pajama pants.

"No. No, no, no." She mumbles, rushing to her bedroom. She pulls the blankets back, the blood on her sheets. "Fuck." She whispers, feeling panic start to build up. She doesn't have any items to help her or prepare her for this. JJ's not even home, the boy having to work, reluctantly leaving his sister home alone with the siblings' dad.

Y/N whines as she considers going to get Luke. Maybe he's in a rare moment of sobriety and would help her. She goes to leave the room, but stops as music starts to blast letting her know she's not getting her wish.

She contemplates texting JJ, but knows they need the money and she shouldn't make him leave early, especially for something that isn't life or death.

The girl jumps as the door slams open, her father storming in.

"The fuck you doing, you useless little bitch? You were supposed to get those damn dishes done." Luke sneers, grabbing a fistful of her hair making her cry out.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll do them now." Y/N whines in pain.

"You bet your stupid ass you will." Luke seethes, Y/N flinching as spit flies onto her face. Luke starts to drag her out but notices the stain on her bed. "The fuck is that?"

"I-I got my period." Y/N admits with a shaky voice, avoiding eye contact.

"Ugh." Luke grimaces. "Don't you have shit for that?" He questions, shoving her back.

"N-no. No, this-- it's my first one." Y/N says. "I didn't-- I didn't know it happ-" She flinches as Luke punches the wall, creating a hole the size of his fist.

"You fucking idiot! You're supposed to know better when it comes to all that nasty shit!" Luke shouts.

"I'm sorry." Y/N whimpers, tears springing to her eyes.

"Don't fucking cry, you little crybaby!" He roars in her face, Y/N doing her best to hold her tears back. "Fucking stupid disgusting little bitch. God." He storms out, slamming the door shut behind him. He raises the volume on his stereo, Y/N covering her ears to block the noise out, quietly sobbing to herself.

---

JJ quietly walks into the house, listening to the silence. He waits a moment, hearing the snores emitting from his father in the living room. He gently shuts the door and creeps through the house, keeping his eyes on his dad to make sure he doesn't wake up.

Ditching his bag in his bedroom, he goes to Y/N's room, gently knocking on the door before opening it and going in, shutting the door. He looks around, frowning when he spots Y/N curled up on the floor on a blanket, her head on her knees.

"Hey." JJ gently calls, Y/N's head shooting up, the boy only growing more worried at the tear stains on her face. He glances up, noticing the hole in the wall that he knows wasn't there before. "Did he hit you?"

Y/N sniffles as she shakes her head, relaxing JJ only the slightest.

"What happened, kid?" JJ asks, crouching in front of her, brushing some of her wet hair away from her face.

"I-I got my period." Y/N mumbles, sniffling. JJ's eyes widen momentarily, not expecting that answer.

"O-okay." He says. "What happened?"

"He got really mad." She says, her voice only a broken whisper. JJ sighs, grimacing at her having to deal with Luke.

"C'mere." He tries to pull her into a hug, but she pulls back.

"No." She whines. "No, I'm disgusting."

"No, you're not." JJ denies. "This is a normal process for girls, you're not disgusting." He assures.

"No, it-- it's in my underwear and on my shorts. That's why I have the blanket, I didn't wanna stain the floor." She starts to cry as she rants. "And it's-- I didn't know what to do, we haven't actually talked about this. And it's all on my bed." She sobs, JJ finally able to pull her into a hug. He gently shushes her as she cries into his shoulder, his hand resting on the back of her head and stroking her hair.

"You're okay." JJ mumbles in her ear. "You're okay. It's okay." JJ continues to hold her until her cries start to cease.

"Okay. Hey." He pulls away, smoothing her hair down. "Get changed, clean up however much you need to, put some toilet paper in your underwear, and-- and if you're okay with it, I'll call Sarah and Kie and get them to help out with-- with the whole... supply thing. Cause I can comfort you, but I know there's a lot of options and I don't know shit about any of them." He admits gaining a watery giggle from his sister.

"That's fine." She nods, rubbing her nose and sniffing.

"Okay." JJ nods. "And pack a bag. We're going to the chateau." He states.

"What about the sheets?" She asks.

"Uh... I'll throw 'em in a trash bag and we can wash them there." JJ says. "I'll handle everything. Just get ready." Y/N nods and JJ kisses her on the forehead before leaving to let her get changed.

---

After a somewhat long trip to the store with Kie and Sarah on FaceTime, the two siblings managed to get the correct items. JJ didn't realize how much they would cost, using the last bit of money he had for them and a candy bar Y/N was eyeing at the counter.

The two are at the chateau and Y/N had taken a shower, taking care of everything while JJ put her sheets in the washer.

Them, Pope, and John B are hanging around as they wait for the other two girls to get here for a movie night.

"Hey." Sarah greets with a smile as she walks in.

"Hey, boys, Y/N/N." Kie smiles, walking in, her arms holding a few pizza boxes and six pack of beer along with a six pack of Y/N's favorite soda.

They get greeting in return, John B taking the pizzas from Kie and putting them on the coffee table.

"And this is especially for you." Sarah smiles, holding a basket out to Y/N. The younger girl lights up at her favorite snacks in the basket, along with a few period products and some painkillers. "A care package."

"Yeah. And if you have any questions, need any help, or anything, you know you can always come to us." Kie assures, smiling softly at the younger girl.

"Thank you." Y/N grins, getting up and hugging them both, the older two returning her hug with tight embraces.

"Here, baby Maybank." John B holds out a plate of pizza out to her, sliding a soda can over to her side of the table.

"Thanks." Y/N mumbles, accepting the plate and sitting back down.

'Thank you.' JJ mouths to his two female friends, both of them giving him smiles and nods.

"Can you sit with me?" Y/N hopefully looks up at Sarah.

"Yeah, of course." Sarah grins.

"Oh, come on." John B whines.

"Sorry, John B. I'm spoken for." Sarah shrugs, sitting next to the tween, rubbing her leg for a short comforting moment.

JJ reaches out and gets his own food and a beer, ruffling Y/N's hair before he sits back down.

[writemekpop]

Imperfect | Lee Jeno

Summary: You and Jeno make a list of everything you don’t like about each other. 

Genre: Established relationship AU, angst

Word count: 1k

“You don’t believe in soulmates?” Jeno says, as you lie with your head on his chest. His fingers freeze in your hair, showing his shock. 

“I mean, you’re not gonna like everything about your partner,” you say.

“You don’t like – things about me?” Jeno says. “Like what?” 

Your breath falls short. 

“Not big things!” you say, struggling to dig yourself out of this hole. “Your aftershave! It’s a little… intense.” You suppress a grin. “Like I’m drowning.”

Jeno flops back onto the pillow. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“You’ve gotta have things you don’t like about me too!” you insist.

“I can’t think of any,” Jeno groans. “I’m too busy trying to smell myself!” 

You hug Jeno tightly, savouring the feeling of his tight muscles beneath your hands. 

“Let’s just make a list, okay? Whenever something bothers us, we’ll write it down, then at the end of the week, we’ll share. No fights.” 

Jeno smiles. “Good idea.”

-- One week later --

Jeno tries to snatch the piece of paper from you. “Just show me! It’s been ages...”

You wrestle the paper out of his hands. Your heart is racing. “One sec! Just making some – last minute – edits.”

You are desperately scratching half of your list out with a pencil – because you realised that Jeno’s list was just a tiny post-it note, whereas you had a full sheet. 

Jeno snatches the paper from your fingers. “A-ha!” Jeno says. 

He clears his throat dramatically. “Mis-matching socks. Too afraid to talk to the people at the store.” He sits down on the bed, a frown growing on his face. “Kind of ugly… laugh.” The paper starts to shake in his hands. “Sort of – a – crybaby.”

Jeno tries to fling the paper on the floor, but it just wafts slowly down. His chest is rising and falling fast. He scrubs his eyes furiously. 

“Hey! Don’t be mad!” you say, sitting next to him. “You wrote a list about me too. Oh, Jeno, please don’t be upset.”

Jeno glares at you, his eyes red. “I’m not upset. Because that would make me a huge crybaby, and you hate that.”

He storms out of the room. 

You scramble to the floor and pick up Jeno’s list, on its yellow Post-it. You read what is written on it. 

You sink slowly to the floor. You feel like a horrible person. You wish you had never been born. You finally found a good guy, and you stamped on his heart like it was nothing. 

List of things wrong with Y/n:

Nothing 

You’re perfect 

---

You are crouched outside the bathroom door. Jeno has been in there for an hour. 

“Jeno, honey, please talk to me,” you say. 

“Get out!” Jeno yells. 

“You didn’t read the end of the list!” you say. “It says – none of this matters, because you’re the kindest, most passionate, most caring man I’ve ever met.”

You hear the lock clicking, and jump to your feet. 

Jeno opens the door, just a crack. “You don’t get it, do you?” His stare is ice-cold. “All my life, I was told that I wasn’t tough enough, brave enough, man enough. Until I met you, and you told me I was enough.” He shakes his head. “But you were lying.”  

He closes the door in your face. Through the door, you hear him say, “You know what hurts? The fact that I truly thought you were perfect. I was wrong. You’re mean, Y/n.”  

---

For the next two weeks, you spend every day reminding Jeno all the reasons that you love him - but he still gives you the silent treatment. 

One day, when you and Jeno are eating dinner in silence, Jeno slapped a piece of paper onto the table.

“What is that?” you say. 

“It’s my list.” Jeno says. “For you.” He picks it up and reads aloud. “Wears too much makeup. Judgemental. Mean. Can never take responsibility in arguments…”

Each word feels like a slap in the face. You thought that Jeno was too sweet to notice any of that stuff, but you were wrong. 

You clasp his hand, as tears start to fall. “I’m sorry, Jeno. I’m gonna treat you better, I promise.”

Jeno frowns. “Wait. You’re not… mad?”

You shake your head. 

Jeno’s eyebrows rise. “You’re not gonna deny it? Or fight back?”

You shake your head. “No. These past few weeks, I’ve realised that I – I don’t like looking at who I really am. Because who I am is… ugly. But I’m gonna change.”

Jeno clasps both your hands in his. “Oh, Y/n.” 

He comes round the table and pulls you into a tight, warm hug. You have been craving his touch for so long that that hug restores you to life. 

“I love you, you stupid idiot,” Jeno says. 

“I love you, too,” you squeak.

“Now who’s the crybaby?” Jeno says, chuckling. 

You laugh through your tears. “Shut up.” 

Jeno’s smile is warm, all signs of anger completely gone. But you have a niggling feeling you can't quite shake. 

“Do you really think I wear too much make up?” you ask, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. 

Jeno scratches his head. “Maybe… I dunno, I think I was just lashing out.” 

You stay silent. 

“Y/n, I think you’re gorgeous, inside and out. Smoking hot. Ten out of ten. Definitely would bang.” 

You snort. 

Jeno smiles, eyes crinkling. “I’m sorry, baby. I hate it when we fight.” 

You bury your head in Jeno’s neck, touching your lips against his soft skin. You can feel his soft sighs against your ear. Heaven. 

—

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[mellowwillowy]

Jade had always been fascinated by you, a beautiful siren. With the tail illuminating the dark sea, you wrapped it with his and Floyd's.

“𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬”

Yan! Octatrio x Fem Reader x Yan! Prince Riddle

Enchanting yet deadly, Jade remembered your voice well. Floyd was none the wiser as well for falling for you. But who wouldn't? The three of you used to play together, tail and tail. It was an innocent crush but when one matured, things no longer stayed the same.

It was around the time Azul had started to be prominent with his magic that you proposed the idea you wanted to live in the land. It came off as an unpleasant surprise for the three of them.

To live in the land? What luxuries could you not afford in the sea to the point you wanted to live in the land?

The Leech family had always had your back, supporting you, a lone siren, financially and mentally.

If he had to put it in a word then it would be ungrateful.

A selfish and foolish decision. It didn't take too long for them to pry out the true answer to this idea.

Because you had fallen in love with a prince you saved.

Two of Azul's hearts broke, one from a heartbreak and one from shock. Floyd was enraged by the idea of you going up there alone without their supervision while Jade remained indifferent on the outside.

But deep down, his mind swirled to something.

Sister has grown out of our confinement.

You were no longer compliant with Jade and Floyd. You were no longer the siren who had no curiosity whatsoever beyond the landscape that they constructed for you.

When did it all go wrong? Jade thought he had 'raised' you well within his terrarium.

One thing for sure was that once the terrarium had shattered, you could not restore it.

You left them three without notice or trace, either out of fear they wouldn't let you go or you were too blinded by love. No matter how hard they sang or called out to you, they could never see you anymore. Weeks turned into months and months turned into years.

Their tails and arms grew larger and longer but they could never wrap it around yours.

The three sea creatures would cry, either tears or pearls, longing for your return.

Floyd had always enjoyed playing with you or sleeping with your lullaby. You were his accelerator and brake and your existence made his days.

Azul had always been in love with you the moment you and the Leech brothers approached him. You didn't bully him for being a crybaby and only teased him. It was surprisingly a childhood crush that lasted until he was an adult.

Jade. Jade was pained but could anyone see it beyond his exterior? Weren't you supposed to be his? Either as something he raised or as something he would mate. To lose your mate out of a sudden with no trace of whatsoever, what else could he do? If anything, he was your first and you were his first.

He befriended you first. He gave you friends, Floyd and Azul. He convinced his parents to sponsor your life. He never did anything out of hand to you. What more could you have wanted? What more could that human you fell in love with have?

And apparently, that prince had nothing. He was incapable of going against his own mother's 'absolute' words. He was a spineless man.

Riddle Rosehearts. The crown prince to the Queendom of Roses, a kingdom ruled with an iron fist. It was merely a coincidence when Jade suddenly heard your voice, a barely audible voice. But he knew it better than anyone it was your voice. Your voice was like music and a mantra for him, it was only natural it was etched in his skin and heart.

When peeking up from the sea, he could see you who had matured to perfection along with a rather short red-haired man near you. His primal instinct was telling him to swim to you and yank you down, nails and teeth digging into your flesh and legs. It would definitely feel better to relieve his stress this way than beating the hell out of those scoundrels right?

But he knew it was impossible. There was magic wrapped all over you, presumably cast by the red-haired man.

"Time to go back, dear. You might catch a cold if we stayed up too late."

You looked at him from your shoulder and stared into the distance again. The sea reminded you of home, but Riddle was also your newfound home. You nodded at him and walked to his side. Walked. That was his first time seeing you walk. It did have its own charm but he preferred you underwater where he reigned best.

At that point in time, Jade decided to hang around the sea you were nearby while tracking down Riddle's identity and information. He took note of when you were allowed out near the sea when you were allowed out of the palace, and when you were out singing on the balcony.

In his mismatched eyes and ideologies, you looked like a lonely, frail maiden. Were you forced to stay with him? If so, why did you comply with Riddle but not him? On what basis could he not have what Riddle had? Because Riddle was a beautiful man while he was a sea creature? A moray eel bound in the sea? Because you had sated your curiosity with him and decided to move on?

Unacceptable.

His eyes and mind were clouded with false judgments and illogical accusations. He had buried his feelings for so long, never expressing his disdain to others. Just like a whale, he exploded, exposing guts for the seagulls to feast on.

Would you weep if he really did explode? Or would you be too focused on Riddle?

Either way, he was determined to drag you back to the sea, either with legs or a tail.

— # —

To be Riddle Roseheart's wife was to bear the humiliation of his mother, the Queen. A nobody who expected to marry her son, the crown prince? Fortunately or unfortunately for you, Riddle was really in love with you to the point he staked on everything just to have you right next to him.

But he didn't have enough to bet on and could only win half the pot. You remained next to him not as his wife but as his lover. His mother and wife were against it but seeing the amount of suitors swarming at you made him break a nerve or two. Either from miracle or deception, he had you take the position of the crown prince's lover, unknown to the public but a well-known secret to the higher-ups.

One of Jade's father's colleagues was a human from the Queendom of Roses, a higher-up. It wasn't hard for him to obtain all sorts of information when that was the case.

You were so pitiful yet you still complied with him. It was because of the magic that restricted you from escaping right?

But the way you kissed and hugged him told him otherwise. How could someone be blinded by love to this extent? Did you lose a screw? Or did he mess your brain up?

— # —

"Siiiiiiiisteeeeeerrr~"

A distant voice called out to you. You looked around and saw something poked from the sea. Teal-colored hair with a streak of black hair. Looking at those droopy eyes, it was unmistakenly Floyd. You immediately approached closer to the sea but not close enough to walk on the sea.

"Floyd!" You called out to him happily, waving your hand to him. Floyd observed your surroundings one more time, Riddle was nowhere to be found. As planned.

He swam closer to you and you crouched down to his eyes level, he was careful not to splash any sea water on you.

"It's been so long, sis. Where have you been? I miss you so much~"

You giggled at his remarks, clingy as usual. Webbed hands holding yours in place, he laid his head on your chest.

"Sis, are you married? What's the ring for?" He asked as he felt the metal wrapped around your finger. Delicate and intricate, a ring befitting of a maiden in love.

"Uhm, not really...? Maybe yes, maybe no."

"Why's that?"

"Because my lover has been officially married to another woman." You spoke with a subtle frown on your face. No matter how much you were conditioned by Riddle, a heart could never be tricked huh?

"Sis, I also love you! Let's get married for real then!"

His words caught you off guard and you started clearing your throat out of embarrassment. Just as you were about to shrug it off as a joke, his tone dropped an octave.

"I mean it. If you are unsure, come back to the sea and we'll talk more about it."

You shivered at his words. Sea. Sea. Painful.

You instinctively pushed Floyd away from you with a yelp, hands wrapped around you while trying to regain your composure. Floyd crawled toward you and his webbed hand grabbed your ankle, dragging you to him, "I mean it."

"N-no! No! Stop! Help! Someone!"

Perhaps it was your pleas, perhaps it was the magic detecting your distress that had knights running to your aid. The numbers were still within Floyd's ability and he took them all down without any help. The more you struggled, the closer you were to the sea. The boiling seawater. With each flick of his long tail, the sea water hit your skin and you cried out of pain.

Floyd laughed out maniacally, "It seems like Jade was right. Sis, you were wrapped with this sick magic that won't allow you to swim back to our home!"

It didn't take a long time for Riddle to come with more knights at such a convenient time. Not that Azul couldn't handle. His eight arms swat everyone away from you yet Riddle was a persistent prince. Fire shot toward everyone but you, either from Riddle's magic or Floyd's.

"Riddle! Save me! It hurts!"

Seeing you crying for help from your captor was not a pleasant view for Floyd, evident from how deep he dug his nails into your ankle. Your shriek pierced through his eardrums and all Riddle saw was red. Even when more help came, you were still on the land. They could have yanked you down but they didn't. As though they were waiting for the finale.

"What are you bastards doing?! Secure her and capture these scoundrels now! Do it right now if you don't want your head rolling!"

This time, all of the knights charged forward and Floyd tossed you toward Azul's embrace. And right next to Azul was Jade with a dagger held at your heart.

"HALT!" Riddle yelled atop of his lungs. His eyes widened at you and Jade's hand holding a dagger so close to your life force.

Jade snickered at his pale face before starting his speech, "I guess you have no intention of letting her go no matter how many men have fallen."

The blade slowly tugged your dress down, "I was kind enough to wait for a change of heart from you,"

Lies. He just wanted to see your distressed nature and they just want to get back at him.

"But you left me with no choice but to do this. If we can't have her back in the sea, then we surely can have her body."

You squirmed beneath the tip of the blade and Azul's embrace. You could have sworn you felt him lightly nip at your ear as though trying to calm you down.

But who could be calm when death is this close?

"J-Jade... please..." Your voice came out hoarser than you expected. Your lips were trembling and so was your body. Ah, you were finally crying for help to him.

"What do you say, Crown Prince Rosehearts? Undo the spell and we will let her live safe and sound under the sea,"

There was no such thing as a sea witch benevolent anymore. No contract or anything. Just pure threat. Your brain could not think of a solution any of them could come up with yet you wish Riddle would find a way to save you. He would save you because he loved you, right?

Riddle mustered himself for his final call,

"Capture or kill these three sea creatures and bring me back my lover, dead or alive in their hand, I want her body back."

If your heart had not sunk from the arrangement you were in, it surely had the moment you heard his order. Just before you could say anything, Jade plunged the dagger deep where your heart was supposed to be. Seeing your dying state, Riddle held nothing back and cast more spells that were harmful to you and Azul. He had nothing to lose anymore.

He didn't mind turning your body into ashes if that would mean they couldn't retrieve your body as well. If he couldn't have you, no one could as well.

— # —

The outcome was that Riddle was left kneeling by the sea. He staked everything and lost everything while Azul did not lose even half his pot.

All sort of spell is bound to have a roundabout weakness to it. Just how many times must Riddle stake everything for something he could never have completely?

The moment Riddle’s magic hit you, it reacted with the dagger’s drug, immediately undoing the spell he cast on you.

Azul was wagering on whether you'd live or not while Riddle was wagering on the retrieval of your dead body.

Ironic. Azul wagered on his drug and dagger that was aimed at your very life yet miraculously or by fate, he won the gamble.

Just how many times must Riddle lose to miracle or fate? No matter how much or what he staked on, he couldn't win.

He couldn't win from the wager he had with his life.

He couldn't win from the wager of crowning you.

He couldn't win from keeping you out of the sea.

He couldn't win from the three sea creatures.

Whether you died or not, it was not something he would ever find out. Whatever that happened to you, either you turned into foam or survived with a pair of legs or tail, he'd never know.

Just when Riddle tried to walk into the sea, his skin burned against the sea water.

Riddle scoffed, “Phah! It's that stupid Moray with the dagger’s work, wasn't it? He waited for me, not for her sake.”

As expected of a Moray.

— # —

[hitoshitoshi]

Masterlist

Welcome to my library!

Here you'll find books of all different kinds. Please feel free to leave me any requests! I am very much down to write 99.9% of anything. Feel free to join Linkon Lounge, an 18+ discord server, if you enjoy otome games (including lads! There are RP bots as well)! I'm currently hyperfixating on Love and Deepspace, so most if not all will be about Love and Deepspace at the moment, along with JJK.

♡ - NSFW ⟡ - SFW

Love and Deepspace

Zayne

⟡ - Aegritudo Summary: When a cardiac surgeon can't diagnose his own feelings, he turns to the ultimate source of reliable information: Google. What could possibly go wrong?

⟡ - Hair Washing Summary: You take care of Zayne and he allows it for once in his life.

♡ - How to Give Zayne a Blowjob! Summary: You give Zayne the best blowjob of his life.

Rafayel

♡ - Thighs Summary: Needy and Pathetic Raf short

⟡ - Rafayel at the Aquarium Summary: Jealous raf!

⟡ - Rafayel Gets A Cat...? Part 1 Summary: MC gets turned into a cat, Rafayel has to suck it up.

⟡ - The Fish That Bind Summary: How art captures a soul | How art betrayed Rafayel for the first time.

♡ - Rafayel Loves Musty Pussies! Summary: We all know that Rafayel, our beloved lemurian has a scent kinkーbut to what extent? The answer is yes. Rafayel's scent kink extends beyond perfume.

Sylus

♡ - Kitten Hybrid!MC pt. 1 Summary:How Luke and Kieran messes around with Sylus with how Kitten!Hybrid MC dresses

⟡ - Trouble in Paradise

Summary: What can possibly go wrong with a secret or two?

⟡ - Now, Now, Kitten. Don't Bite. Summary: Sylus gets jealous of Luke and Kieran's new toy for Kitten Hybrid!MC

♡ - Big Bad Bully X Crybaby Summary: It's not Sylus' fault that he's so big and you cry at the smallest things.

⟡ - The Incident That Somehow Made Sylus' Childhood Exponentially Worse (or Sylus' Biggest Failure and Regret) Summary: Why Sylus created his silly little mechanical crow, Mephisto. The who, what, where, when, why's and how's. A look into Sylus' Childhood.

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Xavier

♡ - Xavier's Favorite Thing To Do! Summary: Xavier's favorite thing to do is eating pussies. ♡ - Somnophilia Summary: How Xavier makes you (fem mc) feel good.

♡ - How Xavier Would Eat You Out Summary: How Xavier eats pussies in detail.

Caleb

♡ - Telekinesis Summary:Caleb bullies you for hours with his cock .Or Caleb puts his Telekinesis Evol to use.

⟡ - Teacher!Caleb Headcanons Summary: Caleb as an elementary teacher.

♡ - Photo Summary: How Caleb fills the void when you're not there with him.

Misc

♡ - Lads men are bad at sex♡ - Love and Deepspace Dick Sizes!

[wilmaocean]

When you die , you can’t see sunsets

[queenendless]

THEM AND I

A/N: I am so sorry for this improvised mess of a piece. F Hurricanes. F Florida. F my ADHD self that can't force ingenious masterpieces outta my anxious fatigued brain. How does anyone put out long ass pieces on a consistent basis? I'll never know.

SHORT 🔞 DARK MATURE CONTENT DOWN BELOW.

Your very presence changed the foundation of the anime universe. They are the moths, and you are the flame. An anomaly like one. The dozens to hundreds of certain folk you crossed paths with immediately rewired their brains and tainted their cores.

Each one taking every chance to show off for you flexing their skills and pros to win your favor. Cheering on champion class soccer games. Taking motorcycle rides with fine delinquents. Treated to private tea parties with tier layered savory and sweets.

Having all this special treatment was flattering even though all those eyes on you was quite overwhelming, like the Six Eyes.

But of course, none are satisfied with having so many opponents standing in the way of you being with just themselves. All walks of life and death stalked you from every corner. Wizards gone overblot. Duelists who wacked their duel disks in others' faces. Apple- obsessed Shinigami employed shady tactics to derail everyone else's endeavors.

Cue the bloodbath.

Giant killer robot bears swarming the streets to laser eye and topple buildings on those from their master’ hit list. Geass brainwashed many to take their own lives. One of your lovesick options wanted you to unalive yourself with his bandaged wrapped self right off a roof. Not even butler cutlery was safe as it clashed with holy loaded guns for ownership over your soul. The sword wielding slayers beheaded many in their path.

Devil hunters trembled, crybaby heroes broke down, rangers' smiles cracked in fury, and so many unfortunate hunters were crushed; literally. Sinful demons would relish in the chaos. For crimson enveloped their now shared world.

Love letters for you, smothered in bloody kisses and hand prints, fell from the sky. Bouquets of white roses splattered with crimons drops on the petals. You felt your stomach twist in knots, your chest suffocating from the various hands and arms wrapped around you, and your vision being flooded with the color red.

Basically …

The fight for your love would result in WWIII.

But who would win in the end?

At that point, would it even matter?

Who's to say?

[applesooyoung]

Dominating jungwoo.

That cute face has to look good in tears right??

Crybaby - K.JW

Genre: Smut hehe | Wc: 560 | AFAB!Reader

Contains: sub bff!Jungwoo x dom!Reader, kind of established relationship?, pegging, choking, Jungwoo wears collar, degradation (just a teensy weensy bit just for the drama ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), lowkey voyeurism and exhibition, petnames, mommy kink, dacryphilia, mirror sex

A/N: A short one... a quickie if you will mwhehehehe (｡•̀ᴗ-), hope u enjoyed this one, anon~! Luvlots ♡

[Now playing: Tinnitus — TXT]

🩷 ̇ ̟ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿ 🧸‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷ ̇ ̟ 🍓 ︵‿୨

Dim lights and a can of unfinished coke. You tied your hair up as you pushed your best friend to the bed, as this only pushed him deep into subspace.

 

You always knew he had a thing for dominant women, just like every time you order something at a restaurant, he gets what you get. But every time you get suspicious of him being this submissive, he would know it—he could feel the tension of your suspicions, and as an attempt to cover it up, he would always just change the topic of your conversation.

 

But this time would be different.

 

All secrets are out now.

 

"H-Hey! What was that for?" he softly hissed as he rubbed his elbows. "Take off your pants."

 

Jungwoo can't help but complain, but he complies anyway. "What are you doing?" He tries to cover his bulge, but every time he does, you just swat it off. "You were never this shy when you were jacking yourself off my bed earlier, no?" His heart skipped a beat, you know.

 

"Going off on my pillow, moaning my name while the door is barely closed. What a perfect recipe for disaster, now I'm sure you're trying to be caught," you giggled as he swallowed his spit. "It's ok, baby, come on and go on all fours for me.".

 

"Yes, Mommy," he obeys as you smile at your new nickname, Mommy. You quickly turned to your closet to get your strap on, a bottle of half-used lube, and the one that caught Jungwoo's eye the most, the light pink collar on your hands. "Is that for me, mommy? You smiled and nodded. 

 

You clasped the collar around his neck while attaching the chain leash to the back of it. He looked so dainty and pretty; the pink complimented his copper-colored hair. You lubed up your silicone dick and started pounding him while slightly tugging his leash.

 

"M-Mommy, faster, please! I love this," he pleaded as you pounded him faster and harder. "God, baby, I could feel you clenching on my strap," you replied with your fingers tracing his spine. "You like this, don't you, you silly little slut? Moaning my name while playing with your cock?"

 

Jungwoo gulped from the overstimulation; he feels so embarrassed that you caught him. Now all he can do is cry pathetically as if that's gonna do something. He's getting fucked stupidly; he's getting fucked by his best friend until he can't think anymore. "You didn't even bother closing the damn door," you tutted as you jerked him off as you kept pounding him from behind. "Cute little puppy~" you cooed.

 

He looked at the mirror in front of him to see him getting ruined, tears staining his beautiful rosy cheeks. All of it was overstimulating him; the fact that he got caught, his best friend fucking him, the way your strap was rammed inside him, the coldness of the chains touching his skin, the way the collar hugged his neck. It drove him nuts and made his vision and memory all blurry.

 

You lifted his chin so he could look at himself; you found him drooling and with eyes that were oh-so glossy from crying. You'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't the best view you've ever seen in your life. "It's gonna be a long night, Jungwoo... Long night"

© applesooyoung

[onsunnyside]

Hi Sonny dear!!!✨ would you consider writing a sweet pogue reader and a super mean Rafe!!!😈 he could be the meanest meanie that ever was! Like he can make reader go into tears in seconds 😭! Plus you are such a sweetheart 🤭

hi lovely bestie !! and yes I would 🌚 me thinks… (tw stepcest)

pogue!reader is a lil crybaby, super sensitive and sweet, as shy as they come 😣 you’ve never known your mother, so you were more than surprised when she married Ward and wanted to reconnect with you. Long story short, you, Sarah and Wheezie have grown close since reconnecting with your mother. All that time at Tanneyhill gave you a glimpse into the Kook life, the immense wealth and comfort, but it also put you in the same place as Rafe. You live with your father on The Cut for most of the year, and regardless of how much you try to fit into the Kook life whenever visiting your mother, you’ll never be like them, Rafe has drilled that into your head.

He’s absolutely terrible, your worst nightmares personified. He has tormented you and, on a few occasions, has made you run out of the house in tears. He isn’t afraid to cut deep into your delicate little heart—that’s why Sarah refuses to leave you two alone together. But try as she might, Rafe will always find a way to corner you:

“What? You don’t wanna say hi to your big brother?” He cocks his head, wearing that stupid grin as you try to push him away, his tall and broad statue barely sways. “Did you forget your manners?”

You gulp, tears already welling in your eyes. He looms over you threateningly, daring you to snap at him, or raise your hand at him (which you’ve only done once after you had a bit of liquid courage).

His hand reaches for you face, those long fingers tracing down your heated cheeks to your neck. “You remember what happened the last time you ignored me?”

How could you forget?

His touch was burned into your skin, his filthy words seared into the walls of your skull like a cruel mockery of how pathetically weak you are. Worst of all, you didn’t hate how good he made you feel. Even to this day, you haven’t touched that spot inside you, or tasted another man since.

“Have you been getting my packages?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Then why haven’t you called me back?” His fingers pinch your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. “That was the deal, wasn’t it? I keep my mouth shut about what a little whore you are, and you do what I say.”

Your thighs clench and a sinking feeling fills your stomach. You’re almost certain you won’t be joining Sarah and the rest of the Pogues tonight, and it’s all because of the sick man in front of you. Tears stream down your cheeks, you feel helpless, not only to Rafe, but to your own confusing desires.

“Crying already? I’ve barely touched you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, peeking down the hall before pulling you towards his bedroom. You try to resist, but he just yanks harder, making you wince. “I’ve missed you, little sis, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

[bittersweetbeet]

Spoiler for the new Alan Becker YT Short

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I love how King and Purple’s faces basically represent who they are at the start and end of their arcs;

The crown and King’s angry expression can reflect how he was during his debut; an angry, impatient and rugged king. And with Purple, while he was never a ‘crybaby’, I think if more reflects the underlying pain he was experiencing throughout his arc + his mental state.

I believe the new faces the two were given reflect where they are now at the end of their arcs; both being much happier and livelier. Especially with how in King’s case, not only is he happier but he tosses the crown aside. I know people are upset that Sec takes away King’s facial hair (me too y’all lmao) but I think it’s meant to imply that after the King Arc, he cleaned himself up since the King Arc was a dark period of his life.

It’s a way of showcasing that he’s healing and in a better, happier mental state.

With Purple he’s not only happy, but he’s much more lively and expressive than before, at least to me? Like he’s much more comfortable around the gang and isn’t afraid to just let loose and have fun. Hes so much happier now! They both are!

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Hi I was thinking what about yan!mafia boss who kidnaps and baby traps(no need for smut scene) reader and how life would be for reader while pregnant

Yandere! Ex-patient! Mafia Boss x AFAB! Nurse!Reader

Hmm baby trapping.

Well I can say for sure y'all like the pregnant fics LMAO

I hope you don't mind me putting more details to yandere! This is like the much more twisted version of a greek myth story, so be warned!

Also, Rowan cameo? (Since Rowan is also a mafia boss)

Yandere! Mafia boss name: Hades

"Sir! Rowan's men are closing in!"

Hades clenched his teeth and looked at his right hand man. He was injured and not able to use his left arm right now.

"Fuck. Do we really need to retreat?" Hades pondered, clutching the empty Thompson in his hands and not minding his broken leg.

"Sir, please, let's just retreat!"

Hades bit his tongue and messed up his hair in frustration before opening up the intercom. "Retreat! Get out of there and retreat!"

It was hard extracting his men from that warehouse lot. But in the end, they were left with only 75% of the number of men that went to this mission, much to Hades' disappointment.

Hades.

He doesn't have a surname, nor a family.

All he has is his mafia and his men.

He remembered when he desperately clawed at the feet of the old mafia boss, asking him to take him in.

He remembers the rigorous training he had to go through in order to be accepted inside their famiglia, and just to be recognized by his boss.

After years of being the underdog, he won a do or die tournament inside the famiglia. And he became the new boss once the old one retired.

As somebody who didn't have anything, he knew how hard it is to have nothing at all. Nothing to eat, nothing to sleep on, nothing to drink.

So he made sure to claw as much as he can to his territory.

He is relentless in his pursuit. With his cold eyes and violent tendencies, it's no wonder his wealth and circle expanded exponentially.

His temper always flare up whenever he saw something he wants.

Envious even.

Filled with envy, he would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

He's temperamental, vicious, cold, and jealous.

He's always jealous. Envious.

He wants everything.

So, when he saw the opportunity to extend his territory once more with the Silas famiglia's territory, he had to.

But it landed him in the hospital.

It was a close fight, but in the end, Rowan won due to an error with Hades' group.

Hades sighed and brushed back his hair to his scalp, not even flinching when the nurse accidentally bumped into his broken leg.

"I-i'm so sorry sir! Forgive me!" The nurse panicked, their breathing fast and short.

Hades frowned, his eyes glowering in anger as he stared daggers at the nurse.

The nurse gulped and ran away, scared for their life.

Hades leaned back to the pristine, luxury hospital bed. The ache in his leg didn't faze him as he looked outside of the window, annoyed at the lost oppurtunity.

For now, he's going to let the Silas' go.

The door opened and in came a new nurse, you.

"Hello sir. I'm your new nurse! My name is y/n." You said, gently holding the clipboard in your hand. Your light blue scrub was clean and spotless.

"Hmph." Hades mused. "Did the crybaby ran to you and tattled on me? Telling i'm a big bad man?" He cooed, like talking to a child.

But rather than getting angry or scared, you only laughed and shook your head.

"You could say that." You told him straightforward, and this amused Hades.

"Well, whatever. Just do your best to take care of me." Hades said before he allowed you to come close to him.

You were an amazing nurse.

Nothing short of caring, you made sure to attend to Hades to the best you can do.

It was like you were a family member, taking care of him with such tenderness that even touched Hades.

Your hands, like the work of an angel, had the touch of a skilled healer and caregiver as you even tended to the most mundane tasks that he could do, like eat.

He didn't mind though. The pretty nurse was taking care of him. Who is he to refuse?

At first, he thought you were only after his money, which understandably made him upset. But you never crossed the line to flirt with him. You acted like an old friend, bantering and joking with him.

He liked this. You were not tense around him. You're not intimidated by the man in front of you, only annoyed whenever he refused to do something you needed him to do.

You both become friends, and Hades always looked forward to your care.

Just pure, adulterated caring hands of a mother-like figure.

Mother, huh?

If you took care of Hades like this, how would you take care of your own children?

He innocently pondered. Imagining you pregnant, he daydreamed of you give birth and having children.

But he flinched, suddenly feeling his body hot.

Seeing you pregnant aroused him.

No, seeing you get pregnant due to him aroused him to no end.

It was just supposed to be an innocent thought. Since he wanted to imagine what would it be like for you to have a family of your own and taking care of them.

But he imagined that the husband is him, the children are his, and you are his wife.

He imagined you moaning under him, clutching his back and screaming his name as he blew his load into you, pumping you full.

He imagined you with a round belly, filled with his baby or two, waddling around his mansion as he took care of your every need.

God.

He licked his teeth, suddenly, suddenly liking the prospect of you with him.

Ever since then, he saw you in a different light.

He had to have you.

Hades moved his leg and smiled.

It doesn't hurt anymore, and he knew it was fully healed.

"Thanks for this, doll." Hades said, his husky deep voice breaking the silence inside the hospital room. His sharp, dark eyes bored into your giddy form that was clapping for him.

"That's great then!" You grinned, looking at the clipboard and nodding. "You're good for discharge then! Can't believe you abused your stay here in the hospital until your broken leg actually healed."

Hades howled in laughter, feeling light.

"Hey, I had to. It's much more peaceful here." He lazily grinned. "And, I had my pretty little doll take care of me. That's two birds in one stone."

You flushed pink and gave a small chuckle.

"Haha. So funny." You rolled your eyes.

"What can I say? I'm a clown." Hades joked "Honk honk." He squeezed his nose, pretending it's the red, squeezy clown nose that clowns have.

"The whole circus, you mean." You teased.

The both of you got quiet once more as you helped his men who just got inside the room to move Hades' things out.

He watched you interact with his men and frowned, jealousy bubbling inside of him. And his eyes narrowed when he saw one brush his hand with yours.

In his eyes, it wasn't an accident, it was a deliberate act of flirting with you.

"Okay, I got to report to your physician first. Be right back!" You said, waving to Hades before jogging out.

"Oi, you."

All of his men stopped, heart rate suddenly picking up as Hades pointed at the man who brushed his hands with yours.

"Yes sir?" The man approached him and Hades immediately grabbed his hand, twisting it.

The man was about to scream in agony but only got to whimper in pain when Hades bore holes in him.

"Those hands you touched? I am the only one who's able to do that." Hades seethed, jealousy and envy bubbling inside of him again, threatening to boil over. "So don't you dare do that again."

He let go of the man as he nodded, scrambling away from him. His other men only bowed and continued to do their work.

They knew not to touch the boss' future wife, as what Hades told them.

But they don't know the scope of 'touch', and it seems that even accidental touches aren't out of the question.

They were glad that their boss found a woman to be his partner, and was happy that the boss seemed like he found something to be happy with.

Especially with how hard his life was before, he needed somebody who will love him unconditionally.

But they forgot that Hades was the epitome of envy and jealousy.

They prayed for your soul. May it be to escape Hades' clutches, or for you to tolerate his behavior and his overly possessive nature.

But, six months later, their hair stood on their ends when they saw you inside the boss' mansion, confined, and kidnapped. You had a defeated look on your face as you glared at their boss, who only smirked.

You were kidnapped by Hades.

six months before the kidnapping

Hades visited you in the hospital, bringing a bouquet of flowers in hand. It was an assortment of different floras, most of them of your favorite flower that you mused to him one day.

He sighed, suddenly feeling nervous. It was the first time he felt like this, but he shook his head and clicked his tongue before walking inside.

His long legs strode towards your floor. The other hospital personnel, who once cowered in fear, looked at him curiously and started to gush amongst themselves.

They knew who he was here for.

And once he got to the 4th floor, he saw you, working on your computer.

"Hey little doll." He drawled out, smirking as you looked up to him.

"Hades! How are you?!" You excitedly jumped up, eyes sparkling. Hades felt warm inside, knowing you were smiling like that because of him.

"Oh, you know. Doing the same. Your care is spectacular. I got healed in such a short time. You're an angel, you know that?" Hades winked and you giggled.

"Oh shut you. What are you here for?" You asked.

You gasped, seeing the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Grant me the pleasure of being with you, doll?" Hades said, his voice low and quiet, but his resolve was strong.

You grinned and accepted the bouquet, smelling the amazing aroma and smiling.

"Of course!"

At first, dating Hades was fun.

He spoiled you rotten. Giving you jewelry, clothing, food... Anything you looked at, he would buy.

He was a gentleman. A clear and distinct difference from how he's always been.

It was supposed to be a fairytale love story. Well, as much as a fairytale it is being with a mafia boss.

But he was so possessive and overly jealous.

"Why are you looking at him?"

"You don't have male patients, right? No, scratch that. Even women can see how amazing you are."

"Why did he talk to you? Is he asking you out?"

"What did she say? Did she flirt with you?"

"I'll rip their skulls out if you even try to glance their direction."

You groaned, annoyed by his jealousy. You tried to reassure him, that nothing was wrong, that he was the only one for you, but he won't listen.

He was draining to be with. He's always watching other people like a hawk, threatening them if they tried to interact with you, then getting so manipulative with you.

And while you made sweet, sweet love with him one night, with your body filled with his marks and bites, you knew you had to let go of the man.

You can't even work in the hospital right because of his jealousy.

So you have to.

But when you woke up, were kidnapped by him.

"What the fuck?! Hades!" You screamed, looking at the windows. It was grilled. The doors, all unlocked except for the exits.

Nobody was allowed inside the mansion, only you and Hades were residing there.

Hades smirked, looking at you pacing around the mansion. His eyes, dark, obsessed, and possessive, swept your form up and down.

"Doll, you're in the right place." Hades stalked towards you. His long legs, which you once helped heal, was now transporting your twisted boyfriend in front of you. "You think I don't know you want to leave me?"

You seethed, eyes boring betrayal and hatred.

"Why did you kidnap me?"

Hades smirked.

"Like I said, I know you want to leave me. And I can't have that." Hades licked his lips and gently clutched your hips. His thumbs, dangerously close to your core. You shivered, your body responding to his touch. "I did well training your body to like my touch." Hades mused.

You looked away, defiant arousal filling you inside as his hips fit with yours.

You could feel his excitement prodding at your stomach.

"I know you want me, doll." He whispered, leaning down to your ear and licking it. "Doesn't this feel forbidden? If you really hated me, hated my touch, and want to go out, you should have ran away from me. But hey, look at this. You're letting me touch you."

He chuckled darkly as he saw your red face.

"Come on doll." He whispered, kissing your neck. "They said hate sex feels phenomenal. Want to try it?"

Accepting it was the dumbest decision of your life.

He pumped you full, not even bothering to put protection.

And you, swept away by his divine touch, didn't care also.

You only regret this decision once you got pregnant.

Hades gave a triumphant, evil lopsided grin as he called his men to introduce you.

His men's eyes widened in fear at him.

Nobody can even get inside his mansion, let alone his men.

But now, he's openly letting people go inside his mansion. They knew you were inside the mansion, kidnapped. But why is he letting them go inside now?

Hades scoffed and shielded your form from the inquisitive eyes of his men, jealousy filling him.

"Welcome my fiancée, everyone. Treat her well, will you? She's pregnant with my child."

They all froze, before they felt like they were showered with cold ice water.

Baby trapped.

You were baby trapped.

That's why Hades opened the doors to them.

You can't leave no matter what.

And as Hades smirked at your glaring form, they prayed once more.

You're never going out of his clutches.

You were now forever confined in Hades' world.

His Persephone.

[chrissdollie]

good girl

warnings/notes: dirty thoughts (no smut tho), reader is girly/fem, pet names (good girl and sweetheart), cursing, crybaby!reader, SUPER SLOPPY/NOT PROOFREAD!

as you helped chris with his homework, he couldn't help but stare like he always did. you've been his tutor for about two weeks, and chris is sure he's in love. he stares at your glossy pink lips as they move, wanting so badly to suffocate you with his. what's a pretty girl like you wasting your time on someone like him anyway? not that he's complaining, he loves having you all for himself for a short amount of time everyday after school.

but he can't help wanting more.

is that weird? maybe. however, you wouldn't think so. you've had a crush on chris forever which is 3/4 of partially the reason you started tutoring in the first place. you think he's the absolute coolest and you're giddy whenever you're getting ready to see him.

"no.. but you're kinda close!" you look at one of his answers from yesterday's homework. he furrows his brows as chews on the back of your pen, forgetting that it's not his. you watch his lips wrap around the top of the pen, feeling mesmerized.

"yn? you okay?" you look up at the boy, still in a daze. you see him swallow, his adam's apple bobbing. you lick your lip swiftly before coming back down to earth. "yeah, sorry, just a little tired i guess." you smile. he holds back a smirk. he may be stupid in school, but he's extremely intelligent when it comes to you.

however, he just nods. "we can take a break." he shrugs, getting bored of this subject anyways. he’d much rather learn about you. you agree, putting your mechanical pencil down. he leans back in his chair, stretching out his muscles. he wasn’t even trying to show off, but you just happen to suck in a breath, mentally taking a screenshot of him.

“d’ya want some water or something? you hungry?” he asks politely. you stand up out of your chair. “it’s okay, i can get some.” your hand lightly brushes his shoulder as you walk out of his bedroom.

you head downstairs to the kitchen where you pour yourself a glass of water. matt’s sitting at the counter on his laptop, doing homework as well, you assume. after a few seconds, you hear, “he’s too pussy to ask you out himself,” matt starts out of nowhere. you turn around confused, full glass in hand.

you’re about to mutter a confused “huh?” but he keeps going, not looking at you, opting to stare at his screen. “so unfortunately you’ll have to be the brave one and make the first move.” he scrolls on his laptop nonchalantly, like he hasn’t told you the most fabulous news.

granted, you’re still confused. you know he’s talking about chris, that’s obvious, you aren’t dumb. but why wouldn’t he ask you out? is he afraid? that’s kinda cute, you think. “why doesn’t he wanna ask me out himself?” are you're a nervous wreck. you’ve never ever been the one to initiate any sort of romantic event in your life!

a recognizable voice is heard from behind you. “who?”

you shriek, dropping the glass of water. the glass shatters and chris is quick to grab your shoulders and pull you back before any shards hurt you. your hand quickly flies to your mouth. “i’m so sor-“

matt gets up from where he was sitting. “i’ll get the broom.” he exits the room which leaves you and chris for just a minute or so before matt returns. the water is spreading on the floor so chris grabs paper towels.

he kneels on the floor, soaking up the water as you stand frozen. tears begin to form in your eyes as a lump grows in your throat. you try to blink past them as best as you can before anyone sees you. they’ll think you’re childish, crying over a spilled glass.

what if chris doesn’t want you anymore? how dare you come into HIS house and break something so fragile. you’re ashamed of yourself. but what if he doesn't actually like you? what if matt's lying as a joke? you choke on a sob, causing a strange noise to come out. chris perks up, looking up at you. he leaves the paper towels on the floor as his face changes quickly, feeling concerned

he gets up. “oh sweetheart.” he coos, wrapping his arms around you. you’re engulfed in his large figure as you let the tears spill into the pink t-shirt that he put on just for you, not that you knew that.

matt re-enters the kitchen, raising a brow at chris as he strokes your hair with a hand. he shakes his head slightly as if to say “don’t talk.” and he points his chin towards the mess that’s still on the floor. matt folds his arms and frowns, thinking chris wants him to clean it.

but chris mouths “leave it there” and matt nods, leaving the broom against the counter as he exits the room again, letting you two have a moment. you’re babbling apologies into chris’ chest and he ‘accidentally’ smells your hair.

“you smell really nice” he whispers unintentionally, not meaning to say it aloud. his face immediately tenses. oh gosh, you’re gonna think he’s such a weirdo. but you don’t.. at all. you appreciate the compliment and you think he’s trying to distract you from the little mistake, which you appreciate.

you smile softly. “thank you. i-its strawberry pound cake.” you hiccup. chris cheeses. you’re adorable. you apologize again, “i’m really sorry about the cup. and the mess..”

he shakes his head and shushes you softly. “got that for like two bucks at target, don’t worry about it.” he reassures you and pulls away from the embrace, seeing your face all red. “yer a good girl, could never be mad at you.”

he wipes a tear freshly fallen from your eye, your lashes being long and delicate. in your head, you’re freaking out, no longer worrying about the glass. you remember what matt said earlier, which brings butterflies to your stomach

you feel very shy and dopey now. you break eye contact and grab his hand. “i have feelings for you.” you admit, getting straight to the point. “like really big. gigantic. so uh.. if you want, we could go out or something..” you nervously confess, waiting for a response.

meanwhile chris is like HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT. he can’t believe this is happening?? you?? and him?? together?? on a date???? hes already thinking of places he could take you to.

he hums and you look up at him. his thumb brushes your face again, but this time it’s against your cheek. “do you like Italian food?”

a/n: literally what is this i’m so sorry. i decided on a plot halfway thru writing it was supposed to be a suggestive thing but i didn’t wanna lead u guys on bc i don’t write smut lmao.

tags: @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

[cleolinda]

Okay, I have heard the short version of the MRI results.

It’s not a pinched nerve. It’s another herniated disc bulge.

“Disappointed” doesn’t quite cover my feelings at this moment, but “devastated” might be overselling it, I don’t know. I very likely have some kind of CPSTD from the original surgery ordeal, so that’s a sore spot that’s being pressed. Triggered, if you will.

Again, I wrote up a longer post (free/public) at my Patreon walking through what I’ll do next. Short version, I’ve got a lot of supportive people around me, a good lead on a spinal pain clinic, and health insurance. I personally think I’ll end up with a combination of physical therapy and rest rather than surgery, since this feels nowhere near as bad as the disc I had to get removed. We have a game plan.

My GP (who is also my mother’s GP; I recommended her) told my mom yesterday, “Your daughter is tough.” Oddly, my dentist said this same thing—“You’re really tough”—earlier this year while I was getting crowns. I was a huge crybaby for the first half of my life (undiagnosed autistic meltdowns didn’t help), so I am really surprised that people think this. But then, having intense sciatic pain for six weeks really rewires your capacity to deal with things, I guess. You have a real different scale for what you can and can’t handle after something like that.

Anyway, shit is mildly fucked and I’m intensely disappointed about it. We persevere.

Also, I’m looking into absentee voting for November NOW.