#running out of time and my wrist is killing me but im desperately trying to catch up on revenges

[jomadis]

ArtFight Round 4!!

Characters belong to @/Ghost_paws, @/Aspire_cat77, @/aphelionz, @/cubepoxx, @/Addyx, @/Honeywillow, @/FISHSTIXX1203, and @/WolfWithWings667

[murdrdocs]

age gap (r is 18+!); southern coded r; implied domestic violence; fingering MDNI 18+ w/ GARY JOHNSON

the scent of jealousy reeks back at the precinct and it’s fucking with gary’s mindset. he’s been off of his game lately, thrown for a loop since people have been questioning him. to put it short: he's getting sloppy.

he's staring at you more than he's listening to you. he's stuttering over his words, trying desperately to follow the script he's made up in his head.

"so ... uh." he clears his throat and adjusts his position. "how d'you want me to do it?"

how do you want him to do it? what kind of question is that?

he can feel claude and phil wincing in the van.

you don’t question it. you take a breath, and then you take a breather. gary—or grant, as you know him—watches your lips wrap around the straw in your sweet tea. his eyes dip for a second, settling on the red of your bra peeking out beneath your low cut white shirt.

he swallows as your lipstick leaves a mark behind on the paper straw and lifts his eyes just soon enough to meet your gaze.

“i…i think there should be a body. if it wouldn’t get you—us—into too much trouble. not havin’ a body just seems cruel. my momma deserves better. that’s why im doin’ this.”

you speak slowly, meticulously, as if you’re holding off tears. when you sniff, gary pulls a tissue from the dispenser to his left and hands it to you. you wipe under your eyes, uncaring of the mascara you leave smudged behind.

"okay. we're doing this for your momma, yeah?"

you nod, lips pulled into a thin smile. "yeah."

gary shouldn't do this. he's done it once, and the backlash he got was heavy. he shouldn't do it again.

but you're young. you care about your family. he sees the bruise along your wrist and he can only imagine the ones your mother has, likely more severe if he's following the picture you painted for him.

you've told him that you refuse to finish school when she's with him. you refuse to do anything other than work and go home. it's not a life you should be living.

you don't want your stepdad killed. you want your mother liberated. you want liberation.

it wouldn't be right for gary to let you incriminate yourself.

when you turn to the side and reach into your purse, gary stops you. he gives you the spiel, the spiel he shouldn't be giving, but he stops you while you're ahead.

"listen, let's stay here. you can finish your pie and your sweet tea. and then after this, you promise me you'll get someone involved—someone else involved—and you'll get you and your momma out of that house. alright?"

you nodded and gave gary your word.

he paid the tab and left the diner after you.

he got shit for his choice. he defended you as best as he could. he saved two lives that time and then he put it in the past. grant, a good southern boy who said ma'am as pure instinct, was shelved.

until gary got a phone call.

not too far past eight, the summer sun starting to make its descend past the horizon. the cats are fed, gary's fed, his second episode of jeopardy! of the night is playing in the back and then his work phone buzzes against the coffee table. he doesn't have your contact saved, there was no reason to, so he doesn't answer the first time. he didn't know it was you. but when you call again, and he picks up this time, he regrets hitting the red button the first time around.

because you're crying. sniffling and gulping down breaths of air. he can hardly understand what's wrong. he has to ask you to repeat your plea to be picked up at least three times, and even then he's apprehensive.

he's not grant right now. he's gary. sitting on the couch, covered in cat hair, wearing his blue light glasses as he partially reads on his kindle. but you sound so pathetic and gary wants to help you so he slips on a pair of sweatpants and an old college sweatshirt that he thrifted just for grant (UT Austin) and in half an hour he's pulling up outside of your trailer and watching you slip out of a window and run to his car.

he doesn't have anywhere to take you. he asks you if you want to go to a friends place, his fingers nervously tapping against his steering wheel.

you sniffle and gary's taken back to the first time he met you. then, he was wearing a wire. he was sitting in the vicinity of cameras and other people. many things keeping him on his best behavior.

but now he's alone, in his car, with you. a you who has a friends place to go to, but you don't wanna go there yet. a you who asks to grab food from somewhere, but when you get there you sit in the car, unmoving. a you who leans across the console and presses your lips to gary's.

he's not gary anymore. he's never been gary to you, always grant, but right now he's not gary to himself, either.

gary wouldn't kiss a vulnerable younger girl in his car. gary wouldn't entertain the way you slip your tongue into his mouth. gary would shut this down, drop you off, and go home where he would wallow in self pity and copious amounts of guilt.

but grant indulges.

grant slides his seat back and taps his thighs. grant rests his hands on your hips when you straddle him. grant slips your shirt over your head and his hand down your shorts. grant gets you off with his fingers, kissing you through it all, taking in the salty taste of your tears as you let out wanton gasps into his mouth.

and grant drives you to your friends house, kisses your forehead, and tells you to call him if you need anything.

(later in the night when he's laying in his bed, gary barely has any regrets about it all)

[drpeppertummy]

how long have i been saying im gonna finish the val force feeding story. Seven Whole Pages my longest one yet featuring one of his past wives, also from hell, Set in hell circa Back In The Day

[brief hunger, consensual force feeding, stuffing, tummyache, tummy rubs]

Val looked up at his captor with big innocent eyes, batting his lashes sweetly as she paced around him like a hungry lioness. He was tied firmly to the chair, wrists pulled tightly behind the back and ankles bound to the legs, with a rope around his middle for good measure.

"What're you gonna do to me?"

"Feed you dinner," she purred, leaning down to face him. She was three feet taller than he was, with scales and horns and claws and wonderfully sharp fangs. Her fierce gaze was met with a puppydog stare.

"That all?"

"That's all." Grinning widely, she tapped his nose with one of her long claws, and he returned the smile.

Val knew there must be some sort of twist to the dinner situation, he just wasn't sure what it was. Steth was the kind of woman who was into just about anything. Fortunately, just about anything was exactly what he was willing to try. They'd been together for about thirty years--this length would go on to be only a tiny snippet of their marriage--and she had still yet to run out of ideas.

Steth slipped out of the room, and Val's stomach growled in anticipation as he waited patiently for her to return. She'd instructed him to skip lunch that day, and it was late in the evening now, just about the time they'd normally eat. Listening, Val heard the familiar click of her claws on the stone floor, and Steth entered the room once more, now holding a multitude of plates and bowls in her four arms. So there was the catch. Her goat-like ears flicked approvingly at the sound of his belly rumbling again, and she smiled.

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

"Good," she grinned, her sharp teeth glittering in the lamplight. With a clawed foot, she grabbed the table and pulled it up behind Val's chair, then set out the array of dishes on it. He couldn't see what was on it, but a mixture of pleasant smells wafted around him. He thought he could make out the scent of fish, but the rest all blended together into an unidentifiable but delicious aroma, and his stomach let out a whiny growl.

"Patience, beautiful," teased Steth, running a blade-like fingertip along Val's tummy. He shivered at the tickling sensation. She stood before him, then slowly, almost tauntingly, she reached past him to pick up the first plate. As she brought it forward, he saw the fish he'd smelled, a sizeable, meaty fish found in the deep streams of lava in their local region of Hell. It had been cooked whole, minus the armor-like scales that protected it from the heat, and glazed with a sweet-smelling sauce. His mouth watered at the sight of it. Steth scooped up a forkful of the flaky meat and brought it almost to his lips, then paused, pulling back. He looked up at her, puppy-eyed.

"Are you sure you're hungry?"

"Steth, you're killing me!"

"I just want to make sure," she said innocently. "I wouldn't want to go giving you a tummyache, you know."

"I'm starving," he groaned, and his stomach growled desperately in agreement. Steth laughed, a low, throaty sound which Val absolutely adored.

"I suppose that's proof enough," she said, and she fed him the first bite of fish. Val wasn't sure if it was just how hungry he was or if it really was that good, but that first bite was the best thing he'd tasted in ages, and for a moment his eyes fluttered shut in absolute bliss. Steth giggled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"You're adorable," she said.

"You're an incredible cook," Val responded, still dazed with pleasure. "And beautiful."

"There's plenty more where that came from." Steth brought another forkful to his mouth, and then another, and another. Bite by bite, she fed him the entire fish, occasionally running a hand over his belly to gauge how full he was. His hunger slowly melted into comfortable satisfaction as he ate, and by the time the skeleton of the fish was picked clean, he was pleasantly stuffed. Steth rubbed his full belly with two hands as she leaned over him to set the plate back on the table.

"Still hungry?"

"Should I be?" Val smiled cheekily up at her.

"You better be, because that was just the start." She gave his belly a gentle squeeze. It poked out slightly, and it was all she could do not to untie him and scoop him into her arms then and there. She had to be as patient as he'd been, though; there was still much to be done. Still leaning over him, she nuzzled his thick, dark hair, then straightened up once more with a new plate in her hand.

Val wasn't particularly hungry anymore; the fish was big and had filled him up nicely. His appetite was far from gone, though, and he was certainly not opposed to the idea of eating more, although, thinking about the amount of dishes Steth had brought out, he wondered how long he'd last before having to tap out. Right now, though, the plate before him held one of his greatest weaknesses: raw red meat.

"You don't really like this, do you?" Steth teased, tickling at his slightly rounded tummy with one clawed finger as she held the plate in front of him.

"I've been known to try a bite once in a while," he said, and she laughed.

"Once in a while, huh?" She skewered a dripping chunk with a long claw and waved it before his face, amused by the way his big dark eyes followed it. She brought it towards his mouth, then, just as she had with the fish, pulled it back.

"I don't know," she said, lightly running her fingers across his cheek. "That was a pretty big fish for a little critter like you. Aren't you full?"

"Oh, Steth," he whined, his eyes pleading, and she gave in. Smiling, she let him pull the meat from her claw. A drop of juice trickled down his chin, and she gently swiped it up and licked it from her finger. She brought another piece to his lips, and he took it in his teeth with a soft hum of pleasure.

"I think this is my favorite of your ideas yet," he said, swallowing and smiling up at her. She laughed.

"I thought you'd like it," she said, returning the smile.

"And how are you liking it?"

"Just as much as you," she purred, feeding him another chunk of meat.

"Oh?" He looked curiously up at her. His stomach gurgled softly as he swallowed.

"You're just so cute when you're full," she said, running her hand up and down the side of his belly. He shuddered at the pleasant feeling. He was indeed getting very full, and his belly poked out considerably now, bulging against the rope tied snugly around his middle. He supposed that rope would start to get uncomfortable if he ate much more, but right now it was just a small pressure against his stomach.

Fortunately, the amount of meat was less than the fish, and it wasn't long before that plate, too, was empty and his belly was twice as full as it had been before. He let his head fall back with a sigh. His belly was straining against the rope and the waist of his pants now, firm and taut and round, but it didn't quite ache. The warm weight of all the meat in his stomach was comfortable, actually.

Steth reached past him to set the plate down, and this time she came back empty-handed. Smiling, she pulled up a chair of her own and sat down in front of him. Two of her hands cupped his bloated tummy, gently rubbing along the solid curve of it, slipping underneath his sweater to caress the taut, hairy skin. Another hand reached up to stroke his dark, wavy hair, and he couldn't help but purr at the pleasant sensations. The fourth hand rubbed his thigh teasingly.

"How do you feel now?"

"Stuffed," he sighed, and he meant it. He knew he would be able to eat more, but we wasn't sure how much, and the rope around his belly was beginning to grow uncomfortably tight.

"Think you can fit a little more?" Steth pressed gently into his belly as she rubbed, coaxing up a small burp.

"For you, I think I can."

"You're a doll," she smiled. She massaged his bulging tummy for a few moments longer, then reached past him once again to retrieve a new dish, a bowl this time. Looking into it, Val saw that it was filled with chunks of a spicy root vegetable native to Hell, and his appetite began to perk back up. The spice level of this particular vegetable would be nearly intolerable to a human, but to Val, it was perfect. Still, it was a big bowl, and he didn't think his stuffed belly could fit the whole thing.

"Hope you're not too full yet," said Steth, dipping her fork into the bowl and feeding him a bite. He let out another little hum of pleasure at the flavor, but his stomach groaned uncomfortably as more was pushed into it. It took only a few bites more to push him into the realm of discomfort, and his stomach began to ache as it stretched tighter. Steth didn't let up, though, and kept going until the bowl was empty.

The rope was pressing tightly into his skin now, and he was sure there would be a deep red mark across his belly when the evening was through. His stomach felt taut and strained, struggling against everything that had been forced into it, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying in vain to find a position that would ease the pressure in his distended belly.

"I don't think I can eat any more," he confessed. He forced up another quiet burp, followed by a soft grunt of discomfort.

"Oh, poor sweetheart," said Steth, setting the bowl down and returning her big warm hands to his tummy. He arched his back slightly, trying to press his belly against her hands, and she smiled. Gently, she began massaging once more, rubbing the taut curve jutting out just beneath his ribs. She pulled up his sweater, struggling to inch it up from under the rope but finally freeing it to expose his entire belly. She gazed admiringly at his belly for a moment, taking in the beautiful roundness of it, the uncomfortable bulge of his sides, the strained rise and fall of his breath. Then, she leaned down and planted a kiss on his tight upper belly, and then another, and another, until the entire surface was covered with the tingle of invisible kiss marks.

"Don't you think you can try a little more?" She looked up at him, gently rubbing his sides. "For me?" Val looked down at her and was immediately entranced by her gaze. His stomach was just about at its limit, but he couldn't say no to her.

"For you, I'll try," he agreed. She smiled brightly up at him, then sat upright, took his chin in her hand, and kissed him on the lips. He melted into the kiss and was disappointed when she pulled away to find the next dish. He craned his neck to kiss hers as she leaned past him, then tried to nip at her arm.

"You better quit it," she giggled, giving him a gentle thump on the belly.

"Oof," he groaned, wincing. "Mean." There was no bitterness behind the word, only affection, and she kissed him on the cheek as she righted herself with a new dish. He was relieved to see that it was smaller than the last few.

"I'll go easy on you with this one," she said, sticking the fork into the bowl and pulling out a piece of fruit. That was a relief as well; he was still stuffed beyond words, but at least fruit would be a light course. She brought the fork to his mouth, and, reluctantly but obediently, he ate.

Val's stomach grew tighter with each bite, and it gurgled unhappily as it strained to hold onto everything inside it. The rope was very uncomfortable now, and it ached as his belly pressed into it with each breath. The waist of his pants was becoming too much as well, and the fabric creaked as the pressure beneath it grew.

"Wait," he gasped suddenly, turning his head away as Steth tried to push another forkful into his mouth.

"What is it?"

"Can you unbutton my pants? Please," he begged, looking pleadingly up at her. Steth raised her eyebrows, then looked down, quietly considering the way his belly bulged uncomfortably against his pants. He fidgeted in his seat.

"Alright," she said finally, reaching down with her free hands. She had to pull the waist of his pants tighter to get enough slack to undo the button, and a quiet moan escaped him as she did, followed by a sigh of relief when she let go. It helped a little bit, but the rope was still overbearingly uncomfortable, and even without it, his belly was stuffed to the point of aching.

"I'll tell you what," she proposed, and he looked up attentively. "We'll finish this bowl, and then I'll untie that rope around your tummy."

"Deal," he said eagerly.

"But," she continued, holding up a finger. "After that, it's time for dessert." Val wasn't quite as thrilled about that as he was at the idea of releasing his distended belly from its constraints. He supposed he could turn her down and tap out, but he hated the idea of disappointing her when they were so close to concluding her activity. He considered the alternative. A little more fruit and dessert couldn't be so bad. Even on a painfully overstuffed belly, Val had a strong sweet tooth, and he could always be talked into dessert. He decided to push on.

"Alright," he agreed. Steth smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.

"You're a sweetheart," she said, touching her nose against his before sitting up and bringing the fork back to his mouth.

The bowl of fruit was small, but it didn't go down easy. Val's stomach was so stuffed that he found it difficult to force any more into it. He let out a quiet moan of discomfort as Steth pushed another bite into his mouth, and his belly groaned in protest as he swallowed it down. Finally, the fruit was gone, and Val felt ready to burst.

"Good job," said Steth, impressed. "That's an awful lot in that little tummy. You still want me to get rid of that rope?"

"Please," he groaned, letting his head fall back.

"Are you sure? It might be the only thing holding you together," she teased.

"Please," he begged, looking urgently up at her.

"Oh, alright," she giggled, and, with a quick slice of her razor-sharp claw, the rope fell to the floor. Val let out a heavy sigh of relief. A sore red imprint streaked across his round belly, and Steth rubbed it gently. His stomach felt unbelievably tight under her hand, and for a moment she wondered whether going through with dessert would be too much for her little husband. He was, after all, considerably smaller than she was, and she had a tendency to overestimate how much his tummy could hold.

"Think you can still hold up your end of the deal?" She rubbed her hand in slow circles over his bulging stomach, and his eyes fell shut at the soothing touch.

"I'll try," he said. "For you."

"You're the best," she said, kissing his belly as she rubbed his sides.

"If I say stop, though, you gotta stop, otherwise that's gonna be the end of me," he said with a weak chuckle.

"Deal."

Dessert was a big slice of pie, and Val perked up a little at the sight of it, although he had absolutely no space left to fit it in. Still, when Steth brought a forkful to his mouth, he obediently opened up and ate for her. He almost couldn't bring himself to swallow, but swallow he did, and he felt his stomach stretch further to accommodate the new addition. He didn't think it could stretch much more. He let her feed him another bite, and then another, but when she brought the next to his mouth, he turned away, still struggling to force down the last mouthful. Finally, he swallowed with a thick gulp.

"I can't," he groaned, looking defeated. "I can't eat any more." Steth nodded and set the plate back on the table.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart," she said, placing two of her hands on his drum-tight belly and reaching around with the other two to untie his wrists. His arms fell limp by his sides as they were freed, then, weakly, he reached up to wrap them around her. His belly pressed against hers as he hugged her, and she could feel the strained digestive gurgles rumbling through it.

"I can't believe how stuffed you are." She reached down to cut the rope from his ankles, planting another kiss on his belly as she did, right on the painful red mark crossing it.

"Well, you're very persuasive," said Val, clinging to her again as she righted herself. He nuzzled his face against her neck, planting a small kiss before laying his head wearily on her shoulder.

"I don't suppose you're up for anything else," she teased, running her fingers through his hair.

"God, no," he moaned, and she laughed. Gently, she scooped him up in her arms, scattering a series of kisses over the taut skin of his belly before carrying him bridal style back to their room. She laid him down on their bed and then climbed in beside him, tenderly rubbing his tummy.

"I'll pay you back tomorrow, though," he said, smiling slyly at her.

"Promise?"

"Promise," he said, and they kissed once more.

[preblematic]

Your desperate lovers series has greatly impacted me as a person. Im thinking about getting a tattoo based off of it. Are there any visual symbols or motifs that come to your mind when you think about writing them?

I really cannot emphasize how much those works mean to me. I don't think I would be as far in my journey of self acceptance and artistic expression. I have friends who have felt more comfortable to explore the macabre and taboo because of me. They ask me how i found the confidence to be such a freak and i always point back to your fics.

Thank you for writing and thank you for sharing. Its really impacted some people.

-nipplelick

Oh god oh man. That's like. So incredibly honoring. PLEASE please feel free to DM if you want to talk about it more. (I actually have a relevant tattoo I'd like to show you if you do. I don't post identifiable photos here.)

I can't even put into words what this message means as an author.

Something you need to know is that Desperate Lovers is a song by King 810 which HEAVILY inspired me.

"I needed something from you, that shit you're ashamed of that's sick and disgusting. [...] I need your blood and guts. Give me your blood, motherfucker. I want you, all of you, like we're two desperate lovers."

The imagery I think of most is definitely Mikey's knife. Which is ironic because I don't think I've ever actually described it in detail, but I've always imagined him with a wood-handled folding buck knife. Something like this:

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I also think about hands and mouths covered in blood a lot. Mikey's blood soaked hands gripping Gerard's cheeks. Mikey licking up the blood running down his wrist or biting hard enough to break skin. His fingers digging into the wound on Cat's (Kat's?) neck, ripping it open wider. Both of them gripping each other, after, Gerard's bloody hands shaking and slipping and Mikey's holding him steady. Mikey's hands disappearing in the viscera of the human abdominal cavity.

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That brings up a good point actually, I've always found disembowelment to be the most sexual way of killing someone, splitting them from ribcage to pelvis and flaying them open so everything they try so hard to keep in spills out of them. The Y cut of the autopsy. The way every time Mikey thinks about killing Gerard it's by cutting him open so he can see his insides, so he can grab his brothers beating heart in his own two hands until it stops beating because of him. So he can wrap Gerard's guts around his cock and rub his cum into his meat and his bones so it will always always always be a part of him.

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A few of my favorite lines from Healed--specifically ones I've thought about getting tattooed myself--are:

"I don't think god would let me get away with the things I've done.

"You're going to look so pretty covered in blood."

and ”I killed a man tonight, and you’re reading a magazine.”

So uh, yeah! I'm not sure if this made any sense or was helpful, but like I said please please DM if you have any questions (or if you just want to talk abt DL. I love these boys, life just keeps getting in the way of Making Things. (Or if you want to talk about other bandom things. (I'm very friendly just autistic.)))

@nipplelick

[andvys]

HI ANDYYYY I JUST CAUGHT UP ON TATTOO KISS AND YOU HAVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD WITH THIS STORY

You can’t believe how much has changed in the past six months. 

my last year of high school was so awful and lonely and weird and different from the rest i can really relate to y/n rn 😭

Robin chuckles at the confused look on your face, she sips on her coffee and scoots closer to you on the bench, reaching for a brownie in the brown paper bag between you two. 

A BROWNIE OMFGGGGGG I REALLY WANT A BROWNIE NOOOOWWW

“Friends who slap each other’s butts?” 

she's got a point there girl cause no friend of mine has ever done that 😭

“Yeah, he always pushed me away. He hated cuddling, he never held me, he hated holding my hand. His kisses were rough and he always pushed me away after we had.. sex.”

steve needs to do a backflip into a pool full of mud honestly

“Ugh,” she rolls her eyes, “they probably don’t exist.”

idk if this is going to happen in this time-line but i find it so funny that in another universe it's steve who is her platonic soulmate

“I kinda wanna know what it’s like to get arrested forcefully, being thrown to the ground and getting handcuffed like in those action movies,” you say as you tilt your head, “I wouldn’t mind getting arrested by Jim Hopper, he’s so hot,” you giggle. 

not me reading that just after i got pat down by a security guard in the airport 😭

“That’s chief Munson to you, little lady,” he glares at you, still talking in a deep voice, “and you’re under arrest for being a bad girl.”

that would make me a little hot and bothered not gonna lie

“Cute polka dot undies, babe. I bet Harrington busted in his pants when he saw these,” he chuckles, staring at your ass. 

polka dot panties are cute to be fair

You are too high out of your mind to be embarrassed about anything, right now. You finally stop wiggling around, you crane your neck to the side, trying to look at him, “I usually didn’t wear any when we were together.” 

OH OKAY

He laughs in surprise, “okay slut,” he jokes causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles. He tugs at the hem of your skirt, putting it back into place, he then looks away, clearing his throat, he gets up and adjusts his pants before he leans down, uncomfortably. Grabbing your waist, he picks you up, laughing at the way you squeal before he puts you back on your feet. He grabs the cuffs, “let’s get back in the cell, little criminal,” he whispers, pushing you through the hallway and back into his room.

not him getting hard 😭

“Tell me,” he says as he leans closer to you, “which girl are you in a horror movie, the one that gets killed having sex or the innocent little girl turning into a killer?”

ewww what the hell

You laugh, “sure, why not.”

girl RUN!! the other way!!

Your heart beats faster and you gasp against him, you did not expect this. He pulls you even closer against him, kissing you desperately.

EW EW EW

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” 

go fuck yourself then bro get your musty ass OUT of here

“Or what?” He chuckles, “you’re not gonna do shit. You can’t tell me you didn’t wear this for me,” he says, tugging at your dress before he lets go of your wrist and grabs your face instead, “and the way you looked at me at the bonfire? You gave me those eyes, babe. I knew you wanted to be fucked.”

HE NEEDS TO BE CASTRATED

“I took you out and listened to the shit you were telling me about, the least you could do was let me fuck you after teasing me all night.”

i actually need this guy to suffer all his life and never know peace.

AAA THIS STORY IS SOOOO GOOOOD ANDY!! IM ADDICTED AT THIS POINT

and how are you lovely?? :) - honey anon

BESTIE HIIII I MISSED YOU!!!

I’m so glad you’re enjoying this story so much! I’m having so much fun with all this angst 🥹🥹

I’m sorry your last year of high school was that way :( it was the same for me! Especially in the last few months of it! High school time can be so so horrible and lonely

Also Brownies are that one dessert that I always wanna make but I never actually end up making them 😩

‘steve needs to do a backflip into a pool full of mud honestly’ THAT MADE ME GIGGLE

omg you got pat down at the airport? 😭

Eddie totally got a little situation going on down there 🫢

AND I AGREE RAY NEEDS TO BE CASTRATED ‼️‼️ he’s gonna suffer though😌

& i’m doing okay! thank you 🫶🏻 i’m just writing a lot right now and taking care of my kitten!!! 🥺 how are you doing, love? 🩷

[thefantasticreader]

Beating Hearts (Damon Salvatore x reader)

Summary: Y/n is Damon Salvatore's best friend and little sister, so when she is killed it tears him apart. but the heart inside her isn't done beating, not yet.

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I'm back!!!!!! and I have new stories and small shorts coming out soon as possible! high school has me running my ass off, so sorry for hardly posting! so here's a Damon x reader one-shot!

Damon Salvatore was protective with his family and friends, but not as protective as he was with the one person who meant the world to him, Y/n. She was his everything, she was his best friend, and his little sister all in one. He loved her with all his heart. So when he got the dreaded news that she was gone his heart broke in two.

Sitting in front of the fireplace that blew warm air through the cold room he sipped the glass of dark whiskey. Stefan was somewhere, probably on the roof crying over the death of the girl they saw as their little sister. And here Damon and him were sitting there not doing anything to get her back, but it wasn't easy like that, she was a human. And after desperate measures they all split from the scene, Damon carried her limp body to the car and laid it in the back heading home. he glanced up from his gaze at the red patch on the carpet and to the girl under the white sheet.

"GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled in anguish as he tossed the glass across the room, shattering on impact with the wall. He didn't even feel his knees hit the ground until the burning of the rug became noticeable. Only hours ago he was hanging out with her and now here she lay, a peaceful look on her face as the Gilbert ring glistened on her finger. It was the last thing they decided to try to which Elena let him hold onto it to try to see if it would work.

He stood and walked over to the girl, gripping her wrist and tried to feel for a pulse, "I can't hear your heartbeat." he cried out as the tears swarmed his eyes. That was the first thing he had told her when he met her.

*FLASHBACK*

She had been staying with the brothers since her father was working with the sheriff in town. Given they had no where to stay, and since Stefan was oh so polite he invited them to stay with them. The young female skipped along the pathway collecting flowers out back, she was only eight at the time. Boy was the 90's interesting for the brothers. She was about 10 at the time, 2004 if Damon remembered correctly. He remembers her running up to him with a yellow pansy in her hand and giving it to the blue eyed man.

he bent down and took it carefully from the girls small hands, "T-thank you." he said as she smiled and nodded. "It matches your personality!" she had exclaimed so happily. "You mean my dark soul?" she giggled happily and shook her head. "NO SILLY! your happy outgoing personality! LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE!" he curiously looked at the girl. She giggled again "I can hear your heartbeat you know. I'm a vampire, im a dark soul less creature." She giggled harder and ran off laughing.

After her father got killed by another vampire the brothers agreed to take her in. And by agree Stefan took her in while Damon disagreed with taking in a child, none the less one that belonged to a vampire hunter founding family member.

By the time she was 15 both of the brothers had grown closer to her than before, Damon became her sole guardian and would look after her with all his heart. From the time she was 10 to 15 she would always ask how it felt to be immortal, to which he'd always respond annoying, fun, pleasing. But when she came home from a date that went wrong the man scooped her into his arms and made her stay there until he was sure she was ok. "I can hear your heartbeat, it's calm now." He muttered into her. After that it became a regular thing they said to each other when the girl was low or when she needed to hear it.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

He gently pulled her cold body into his arms, "I can't hear... hear your heartbeat." he cried as he let the tears begin to flow down his face. he cleared the hair from her face, the puncture marks on her neck were deep but the blood had long stopped. He had done this, and he regretted every bit of it, if only he was not so reckless, if only he had actually listened to her, if only he killed himself before he could get her.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

y/n exited the mystic grill as she was on the phone with Stefan, he had called to let her know that Damon had gotten out of the cell in the basement. Her feet were suddenly swept beneath her feet as she hit the ground with a thud. Her head hit the ground with a loud Kathump! pain rattled through it and left a headache that didn't want to go away. She cried out when she felt an intense pressure build at her temples, she reached up and touched the left side of her head.

"Oh how pitiful." The southern accident didn't tell her much about who it was but she knew it was a vampire. the living Looking up at her savior she went to thank them but frowned when she saw who it was. "Damon." She breathed out. "Oh the pitter platter of a racing heart," he began "Music to my ears." he gripped her neck and pulled her up to the wall. the young girl kicked her legs underneath Damon, "DAMON STOP! STOP PLEaSE! PLEaSE!" The death grip on her neck tightened.

She screamed as he grew closer to her. Of course she knew it wasn't him, but the wolf venom spreading through his body but still she kicked and screamed for help. It wasn't until she cried out in agony that he dropped her from the grip. Blood tumbled down her neck as he stepped back astonished at what he had done, "I-I'm..." he couldn't get the words out as the girl stumbled backwards. Her body hitting the ground was the only sound he heard through the midst of what was going on. Blood began to seep into the floor beneath her as she struggled to breathe.

[after-witch]

I'm not as creative as your usual anons so i normally yk like refrain but rn im thinking about darlings punishment for a near successful running attempt. Removing whole limbs is something saved for more deserving bastards, like the man who killed Magne. Lucky for Shigaraki, having Dabi burn the soles of your feet seems to get through to you just fine.

Title: Warning's Fair [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

Synopsis: He warned you, fair and square, about what would happen if you tried to run away again.

Word Count: 798

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, physical abuse

“I warned you.”

His words sound so far away, warped and distant, even though he’s right in your face--even though he’s so close that some faint droplets of spittle land on your cheek when he speaks.

“I warned you,” he repeats, voice chiding. “I warned you fair and square what I would do if you tried to run again. You can’t say you didn’t know what would happen.”

Your breath comes in tight hitches; you feel like you can’t breathe, like he’s choking you, even though his hands are currently on your wrists, not your neck. He’s pressing down so hard that you’re sure you’ll bruise.

But it’s not bruises you’re worried about. It’s not your neck you’re worried about, either.

“Did you think I was kidding?”

His fingers squeeze, applying more pressure to your already sore wrists, and you know he wants an answer.

So you shake your head. No, he doesn’t kid. Not when it comes to you.

“Then why did you--” he cuts himself off, and if you weren’t so frightened out of your mind, you might notice that the frustration in his voice seems almost regretful. Like a parent who takes away a child’s favorite toy after three warnings but can’t stand the sight of their sorrow as they slink off to their room.

If only he was taking away your favorite toy, and not reminding you of the punishment he laid out after your latest escape attempt.

“I warned you,” he says again, mumbling. “So don’t think you’re getting out of this.”

You hear the door open and you feel a deep coldness shoot down your bowels. He’s really going to do it.

“Please don’t,” you whisper. “Please, please, please--” You try to speak up, but you can’t even manage it. There’s too much fear choking your throat to do more than whisper.

“You sure you want me to do this?” A voice says.

It’s Dabi. You knew it was Dabi before he even spoke, because you remembered exactly what Shigaraki had told you the last time you tried to escape. He said, if you ever pulled that shit again, if you ever tried to leave, he’d make it so you couldn’t run for a long time. He’d make it so you’d remember what happens when you do stupid, stupid shit like run away from him.

He’d have Dabi burn the soles of your feet. So that you couldn’t run, literally. So that you would think about how he might up the stakes the next time you made trouble for him by trying to escape. 

Shigaraki’s head is half-turned, looking at Dabi out of the corner of his eyes. You whimper and he turns again, looking at you with an I-told-you-so expression that would be comical if it were any other situation.

“Please,” you whisper again, voice hoarse with terror. Your words come faster, desperate. “I won’t do it again. I promise. I promise. I swear,” you emphasize the words, as if your life depended on it. Your feet certainly do. “I’ll never do it again, I learned my lesson.”

He shifts himself above you, watching you speak with a thoughtful expression. Is he listening? Or just waiting for you to run out of steam?

You try to lift yourself up, to get closer to him. Part of you thinks, if you kiss him, maybe he’ll change his mind. You succeed only in raising your neck and getting so close that your noses touch. Frantic tears run down your cheeks.

“I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, I won’t even leave your bed if you don’t want me to, just please, please, please--”

His head jerks back towards Dabi.

“Yeah. Do it the way we talked about.”

“Please--” You croak, one last desperate attempt, before there’s a sudden smell of sulfur and smoke and you feel an indescribable, searing pain on your soles.

You don’t scream--you howl, a piercing, horrible howl that drowns out everything else in the room. But not the pain. The pain stays with you as you kick and kick, your legs flailing as your body jerks in primal response your newfound agony.

Hot, messy tears splotch over your cheeks and your breath comes in great, heaving gulps as your howl turns to sad, pitiful sobs.

“I warned you,” he says again, one rough thumb rubbing at your cheeks. To comfort you? Or rub it in? You don’t know or care. 

It doesn’t matter that he’s not holding you down now. You couldn’t run even if you wanted to, which was--you will later reflect on this, when your feet are wrapped in ointment and bandages, and you’re sullenly staring at a book, surrounded by pillows on Shigaraki’s mattress--exactly the point of the punishment. 

He warned you. You just didn’t listen.

[somethingaboutmint]

I just finished honest hearts for the first time and i really did not like Joshua. I was pretty stoked to finally meet him because of all the legion fear mongering of ""the burned man"" but he ended up being a profoundly weird and kind of unlikable character. I feel like the game is trying really hard to portray him as good/sympathetic which i just...can't see? Ignoring my own moral stances on mormons and missionary work, Joshua feels like a really hypocritical selfish man that keeps failing to learn anything from the tragedies that happen in his life.

When you speak to him about the legion he says that he just "got caught up in it all" and that ceasar kept asking him to do more and more henious acts as if he was some sort of prisoner to ceasar with no choice and not literally the co-founder of the legion. He STARTED the legion, if he was so morally against it why didn't he just bail out? I get that ceasar eventually gains enough power that the possibility of deserting becomes very dangerous, but he has plenty of time to leave in the beggining? The game mentions numerous times that Joshua wasn't just a normal legionary, but a merciless, unkillable, ruthless murder machine. Who am i supposed to believe here? I feel like if he really felt as bad as he did about all the evil shit the legion was doing then he probably wouldn't have that kind of reputation following him.

Then he gets deep fried at the canyon and goes back to his own community that accepts him back as if nothing happened (thanks, christianity). I'd be willing to accept that getting your entire body roasted and tossed down a literal canyon (and the chronic pain that will follow him forever) would probably be punishment enough for his numerous war crimes but like. Thats it? Not even a slap on the wrist from his former family? The family that he abbandoned and whose ideology he directly opposed by smiting the tribes they were trying to """help""" (again, mormon missionary work cringe)?????? And then hes all like "i know god has forgiven me for my sins and im fine with that" like???? I am familliar with the christian concept of gods forgivness, but Josh wasn't "lost in sin" as in like, he indulged himself in one of the main sins or was a general asshole, he killed people! He participated in the slavery and extermination of many tribes/cultures! And the only reason he stopped doing that is because after 30 fucking years, which i had to google by the way, ceasar, a known motherfucker and absolute lunatic, finally turned on HIM. For 30 fucking years the evils of the legion were nothing more than a "hm. This is kind of evil. Oh well!" thought to Joshua and ONLY when he suffered under it he finally realized that oh shit, the legion is evil. Literally no empathy or ability of critical thought is present in this man UNTIL he is the one affected. Is the power of christianity really so strong that literally none of the new caananites looked at this pathetic wet toilet paper roll of a man and were even a LITTLE bothered by what he did?

And like, at this point, im a bit skeptical but i try to rationalize it. I think to myself well, atleast he's trying to do better now. I guess forgivness and growth is what his main character motive is supposed to be. Except no, it's not, because 3 seconds later he runs across the entire map to the sorrows camp purely so he can quote the bible at me and ask me to EXTERMINATE A WHOLE TRIBE. Now, i understand his animosity towards the white legs. The white legs are fucking assholes. I finished lonesome road before honest hearts so i was already fully aware of what assholes they were. HOWEVER. LET US NOT FORGET. The reason the white legs are assholes is because they desperately want to sit with ceasar at the cool lunch table. To do that, they were ordered to kill the new caananites specifically to hurt Joshua because Ceasar knew he was alive. So, the reason the white legs are the agressive assholes that they are is almost purely because of the legion. WHICH JOSHUA CO-FOUNDED. It's almost beautifully ironic in a way that his deeds came back to haunt him. "I didn't know they would exterminate and enslave MY tribe!" Says man who voted for the "exterminating and enslaving the mojave tribes" faction. And still, Joshua learns absolutely fucking nothing from this.

I actually decided to side with joshua instead of daniel. It was for a multitude of reasons, including thinking the dlc was just gonna end if i side with daniel for whatever reason, but i kind of hoped and prayed there was a way to STILL resolve the whole thing peacefully and to talk him out of murdering them all. I was not happy about having to side with Joshua. While Daniel's plan was also potentially stupid and awful, the least Daniel did was respect the tribes' traditions and pacifistic ways. He did not want to turn the sorrows and dead horses into murderers because he thought another option (leaving zion) was available. Joshua wanting to defend the tribes' land was the one selling point on him that had me going "oh shit, maybe i misjudged this guy!" but i didn't. Talk to him for 3 seconds and its so painfully obvious that his motivations for killing the white legs is not "protect the dead horses and sorrows" but his own personal revenge for the slaughter of the new caananites. Which like, fine, understandable, but it just pissed me off so bad because he learned NOTHING from his years as a reformed war criminal. He talks so much about being changed and finding himself again after years of living in sin and the imidiate first thing he does is indulge in exterminating a tribe for his own selfish revenge reasons."I dont enjoy killing, but when done rightously, it is a job like any other" yeah, okay Joshua. Talk to me when you're not legging it down a cliff to shove a .45 down some poor bastards throat from halfway across the map because he looked at you funny. The way he acts as a temporary companion also contributes to my point here - refuses to do shit for you, does not listen, and eventually abandons you after like 15 minutes to go on his own because you're not killing the white legs fast enough. Unfortunately, i think the way he refuses to do shit for you is funny, so this is a point in his favour.

The one part that actually had me sympathizing with him was his speech upon being asked to spare salt-upon-wounds. I happen to like playing new vegas the "bullshit my way out of situations" way so thank god my speech was maxxed out, because if it wasn't, my dislike of joshua would be immesurable. The specific part when he says "i wanted to make my anger gods anger. To justify the things i've done" had me stunned because holy shit, you finally get it buddy! You finally understand that you were not a reformed man, you were still the same selfish bastard you were when in the legion! And i'm very glad this specific ending reflects that. However, if you dont have an ungodly high speech skill, you cannot spare salt-upon-wounds and Joshuas endings fucking suck. Especially the one in which he is the one to kill salt, he just starts another mini ceasars legion, having learned absolutely nothing in life.

Overall, i do think Joshua is an interesting character, somewhat. I enjoy his backstory a lot as some sort of boogeyman villiam and i do think the fact that hes complex enough to piss me off the way he does is a good thing. I think the narrative kinda fails him because it desperately tries to paint him as a redeemed good guy (seriously, why is joshua the only "companion" with good karma? If anything, he makes the most sense as a neutral karma character) instead of just a dude you can form your own opinion on.

[noritoshiikamo]

his little baker

pairing: choso + fem!reader genre: porn with tiny fluff tags//warning: full on smut, choso with breeding kink, little shibari mention tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. SIGHS WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH THIS DJJENDBDHKDJFKEIEIJKDJ I BLAME SUKI based on the prompt "you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours, before i fuck it"

something about the way his blood formed his own pretty shibari rope around her wrist riled him up. choso tilted his head to the left so innocently, eyes raking her body from up to her feet.

“you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours,” he stated plainly, licking the blood of his palm. the way the drool left trails of reddish fluid on the side of his lips had her pussy clutching on nothing. he grinned as he continued, watching as the words widened her eyes, “before i fuck it.”

“choso-”

“silence, human.”

her breath hitched when she felt his rough hand running up her legs. even with the pantyhose covering it, she could feel the rough palms as if her legs were bare and exposed. her shoes were all over the room, skirt hiked up and she wondered how she managed to get herself in this position in the first place; not that she wanted to complain. he roughly grabbed her by the underside of her knee, pressing her in the meanest mating press. she groaned at the feeling of the blood rope tugging around her wrists. she hates being restrained but choso likes the sense of seeing her helplessness. seeing her body trashing, moaning, and begging to be touched and to touch him fuelled his core.

“baby,” he called melodiously, pressing her clothed core with his palm. he could only see the white of her eyes, head thrown back as she tugged on the restrain. he faked a gasp, “look at how wet you are.”

“choso, please,” she gasped.

he clicked his tongue, “tch, you’re in no position to demand, my love,” with a flick of his wrists, he ripped the pantyhose apart, revealing the last article of clothes. clear patch of moist forming on the panties sending a chuckle out his mouth. he’s a massive tease; he pressed butterfly kisses all over her ankle, brushing his fangs against the reddening skin as he inched up, flicking the tip of his tongue on her exposed skin occasionally when he reached to her thigh until his breath lingered above her cunt. she was a panting mess, eyes roaming desperately and when she felt his fingers tugging on the thin material of her panties, she couldn’t breathe when the material snapped.

he loomed over her, her eyes frantically drinking the sight of him. they were both feral in their own way. he ran his thumb on her lower lip which she immediately caught. eyes trained on him just the way he likes it, she desperately sucked on his thumb, tongue swirling around like it was the real thing before releasing it with a pop. his eyes widened and his pants tightened. he leaned forward, rewarding her little show with a kiss.

“such a good girl,” he praised happily.

she nodded frantically, eager for another kiss only for him to put her back to her place with a tug of her hair. she yelped and he immediately shoved the sad excuse of the panties in her mouth. his baby looks perfect. he fought the urge to palm himself immediately.

“remind me, what do we do when we reached our limit?” his eyes glanced up to her left hand, watching as her hand signalled their safe gesture. all fingers up with the ring finger tapping the palm twice; just like they agreed. he ruffed her hair with a kiss on her forehead, “that’s my girl,” he winked before slipping off the bed.

choso tend to get overly excited with everything. being a cursed human trapped for years, he has a lot of things to make up for and his curiosity is about to kill a pussy. literally. he believes that when a thing needs to be done, it needs to be done right. the first time he found out that her human body was capable of squirting, he had her screaming on the edge of the bed with three fingers buried deep and his lips latched on her clit, thighs soaked and trembling as his free hand dug deep onto her flesh to hold her down.

today, he’s about to find out if his human has the gag reflex.

straddling her chest with nothing on but a boxer, she marvelled at the way his body looked. he hooked his finger on the strap, pulling the panties out and watched as his human panted for air. “are you going to be a good girl for me?” he cooed, tilting her chin up with a finger. “yes, choso.” she nodded eagerly.

he was an eager man. his cock sprunt out fully erected and she found herself salivating over the length. holding the base of it, he gave it a quick pump, pre cum leaking down on her lips, her tongue was already out to catch the falling droplet, licking it clean. holding on to the headboard, he slipped the head between her lips, a loud moan rumbled out of his throat as he watched little by little the length disappeared into her mouth.

“fuck, baby, look at the way you take my dick,” he snickered, thrusting his hips sending the tip to the back of her throat. her nose touched his trail, the corner of her eyes watered as she looked up to him desperately. “just a little more,” he hushed, wiping the stray tear away, grunting at the way her throat tightened around his length. he quickly pulled out, strings of her saliva and his pre cum soaking her chin. she panted, gulping as much air as she could when she felt the tip resting on her lips.

when she struggled to swallow what left in her mouth, he gave her a glare, a warningand like an obedient little slut, she swallowed it down. “open wide and let me fuck that pretty little mouth,” he grunted, bottoming down and up, slowly building a rhythm with the thrust of his hips. she gagged, his dick twitching at the squelching sound coming from her moist throat clamping on his dick desperately. when the passage started to feel tighter and unwelcoming, he reached down and closed her nose, telling her calmly to open and breath through her mouth. she shook her head to get his hand off and irritated, he grabbed her hair back and warned her of what happen to bad girls.

“bad little girls don’t deserve to cum,” he hissed, “do you want to be a bad girl, or do you want to open up for me and let me fill your throat up?”

her eyes watered as she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“i-i want to cum.”

“let’s try again then. show me what you’ve learned,” he let go of her hair and his eyes marvelled as she took the dick in, tongue flat against his shaft, lapping desperately against it as she took him in. she worked around it for a bit, bobbing and sucking on the tip, bottoming out with occasionally letting the tip in to the back of her throat ignoring the gagging urge. sense of pride built in her chest when she looked up to see such a tense look on his face. brows knitted with his eyes close as he struggled to take a breath every time she sucked it in; it was clear that he wanted to cum so badly.

and she took it personally.

without a warning, she put on the pretence of bottoming out, but instead of pulling, she held it in. dick deep down her spasming throat clenching desperately on his sensitive dick. tongue swirling on his veins, eyes bore on his now opened eyes, openly challenging him and she could hear him laughing. he knew what she was doing, trying to make him cum to end the game early but no way baby. two can play this game. he closed her nose again, watching as her cheeks flushed. he knew she’s not going to last.

he counted to 10, watched as she tugged on his restrains, eyes wide before pulling out. she gasped for air, coughing out spit and her pre cum. she didn’t even have enough time to recover when he grabbed her face.

“my baby thinks she’s so smart,” he smirked, planting a kiss on her nose, “you think you can end the game by making me cum in your mouth,” his hand travelled down to cup her soaking cunt, “that’s not the deal, baby. and even if you did make me cum, i still have plenty more to fill your needy cunt,” he slapped his palm on the sensitive nub, eliciting a scream from the girl. her legs closed immediately, clutching desperately as it trembled in pleasure.

he released the bind, immediately throwing the girl on all fours. she whimpered at his roughness. his hand buried in her hair, tugging on it until he could see down on her pretty teary eyes. her breath hitched when she felt the tip rubbing against her entrance, slowly splitting her apart as he drove his dick into her clenching wall. “does it feel good?” he cooed down on his human, cue her repeating yes like a prayer. he let go of her hair, grabbing a shoulder and her hips, before pulling out and in again. he quickly built his rhythm, the sound of her ass clapping against his pelvic got rougher and rougher. her loud cries echoed the small room, so melodiously to his ear. he leaned forward; nose buried in her hair as he inhaled her scent in.

his human smelled so good, so sweet and warm; it’s like walking into a bakery store where the baker had just pulled out a nice batch of cinnamon rolls. which she owns.

his hand reached under her shirt, tugging on the material of her bra spilling the goodies out. she called out his name when his fingers found the hardened nub, gently rolling it between his fingers. he lives for her reassurance. the like that, please touch me like that, choso that feel so good, fuck me a little harder; they all went straight to his dick. he nuzzled against her ears, warm breath tickling her neck as his fang brushed against her sensitive neck.

steadying her body, he took her hand in his huge palm, placing it on her lower abdomen. he kissed the side of her head, a small smile on his face, “do you feel that?” he asked, thrusting in, “your cunt looks so full and pretty buried on my dick.” her eyes widened when she realised the bulge was his dick. she could feel it moving from the outside, she swallowed her saliva, eyes fluttering back and forth.

“maybe i should fuck you full of my cum,” he kissed her shoulder, “first i’ll make you round and full of my cum, then maybe you’ll be round and full with my child. what do you think of that human?” she shuddered at the thought. he pulled her up, her back resting against his pounding chest.

she croaked, “choso-”

“you think i can make you a mother?” he hummed against her ears.

she was drunk and delirious, with his hand rubbing circles on her clit, she could only nod in compliance. such an obedient human, his mind noted. he didn’t understand how he got so obsessed with her, a human.

his little baker.

the very first time he laid eyes on her, she held a cinnamon roll to him, and he stuttered. she smiled so beautifully, and she welcomed him in her bakery every day. little by little, her pants turned into skirt and the skirt become shorter and shorter the more he came over. he got that instantly. every glance came with a little smirk as she placed his coffee and cinnamon bun. on a good day, he caught on what colour of bra she’s wearing. but now he got her shaking in his arms, bent to his every will as he pumped her full of pleasure.

he wanted her for forever.

“c-cum in me,” she stuttered, head resting on his shoulder.

he hummed in agreement, his lips leaving trails of black and blue on her shoulder as his thrusts got sloppier. she came undone first, his palm against her mouth as she screamed in pleasure. her legs trembled; her nails left crescent marks on his arms as he held her close. her walls clutching desperately against his length. he buried his face in the crook of her neck ad he powered through. she was a babbling mess, overstimulation finally hit her as his cock scrapped the inside of her raw. it didn’t take long for him to finally come, shooting ropes after ropes of his thick seed in her cunt. his hips slowed down; praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he came down from his own high. they crashed on the bed.

he didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside her as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in her womb, he’s not budging. she rested her head on his arm, his tongue lapped down her sweaty skin, kissing on every mark he left apologetically. it was almost painful to stay in her as his dick softened, but his hips still trusting so gently.

he could feel her chest rumbling as she let a soft laugh at his little antics. she let his arms wrapped around her, his soft breathing lulling her into sleep. he kissed her cheek and nuzzled back into her neck.

oh, how this cursed human loves his little baker so much.

[hopelesslonelyghost]

can i request a ellie williams x reader being enemies (but they secretly like each other and always have that sexual tension) until one day they got stuck on patrol cause of the weather and found a nice cabin to shelter in for the night but there's only one bed so they argue and ended up confessing their feelings for each other then ofc a very rough sex (yes it's smut + dom!ellie x sub!reader + enemies to lovers trope + there's only one bed trope) ITS A LOT IM SORRY

Rough Crushes

ellie williams x reader

warnings// 18+, slight dub-con, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, degradation, not beta read

author’s note// this took entirely WAY too long to publish and that’s my fault and I’M SORRY. i got carried away with other things but here it is! again, sorry for the wait. enjoy!

Just your luck. Just your fucking luck.

When Eugene announced that you and Ellie were paired for patrol, both of you audibly groaned, earning yourself a quirked eyebrow from Joel. Of course he knew, this was Ellie.

You don’t know when the animosity started. One day the two of you were friends and the next you couldn’t stand each other. Heated glares sent at each other. Insults muttered under your breaths as you passed by. The list goes on.

So now here you were, treading towards your posts to clear out any infected you came across. You’d already killed a handful. Sneaking up on you both, distracted by the bickering.

You looked up at the sky. Dark clouds looming in the distance, “Shit.”

Ellie hummed, “What now?”

You rolled your eyes and pointed upwards, “The storm. They said it would hit tomorrow night at the latest.”

You heard Ellie swear under her breath, “There’s a cabin up by those mountains, we can take shelter there.”

You nodded, urging your horse to go faster.

——————

After tying your horses up in the garage, you checked the cabin to make sure there weren’t any unwanted visitors. Which is how the both of you ended up with your jaws on the floor seeing there was only one queen sized bed.

One.

“Ugh, really?!”

You glared at Ellie. Then turned back to the bed, then looked out the window. It had begun to snow heavily. The temperature in the cabin was dropping quicker than you’d like and there was only enough firewood to last you a day, maybe two.

“Un-fucking-believable.”

You turned back to her, “Are you done?”

Ellie snapped back and held your gaze, “Done? I’m stuck with you of all people and there’s only one bed.”

You scoffed, “You can always take the couch.”

The brunette chuckled darkly, “You think you’re very funny?”

You quirked an eyebrow, “I wasn’t trying to be.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes, “Listen I’m tired, just…do what you want. I don’t care.”

You walked over to the fireplace and threw in a few logs, lighting it and moving them around until the foam was big enough to emit the warmth you desperately craved.

“What happened to us?”

You froze. Despite standing in front of a fire, you felt your blood run cold. You squeezed your eyes shut and silently cursed under your breath.

You were really hoping she wouldn’t have taken this route, but you were both confined together in one space unwillingly. This was Ellie. Ellie “I ask intimate questions when I’m cornered” Williams.

Standing up and dusting your pants, you turned to look at her, “I should be asking you that.”

“What do you mean?”

You made a face, “What do I mean? I mean one day we’re best friends then the next you just decide to completely ignore me!”

Ellie’s expression turned sour, “Oh so now you’re blaming me? You were the one who started insulting me every time I walked you, like some twelve year old!”

“That’s a damn lie and we both know that!” Forget feeling your blood run cold, now it was running hot with how angry you were.

“I’m going to sleep.”

You started walking towards the bed when a hand gripped your upper arm. You gasped and wrapped your hand around Ellie’s wrist, “What are you doing?!”

She sneered, “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

You continued to struggle against her hold, “Let me go. You’re so annoying!”

Something inside her snapped. Full of fury, she yanked on your hair, smashing her lips against yours.

Confused, you didn’t feel the when Ellie shoved you backwards onto the bed. Yelping, you gripped her hips and she straddled you.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Shutting you up.”

She kissed you again, but this time with more fervor. Your lips fighting each other, teeth clashing. And then you moaned.

You felt your face heat up. Ellie bit your lip before moving down your neck.

Shaking you gripped her neck as she sucked and licked at your sweet spot.

“Ellie..” you sighed.

“I thought I told you to shut up?”

You gasped and closed your eyes, letting yourself submit to her.

She laughed, “Is this all it takes? To keep your quiet?” her hand crawled up your torso before wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

Keening, you arched your back.

“What a slut. What else can you do?”

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You don’t know how many orgasms Ellie had ripped from you, but it felt like she had been between your thighs for an eternity.

Roughly curling her fingers upwards, you felt yourself fall over the edge again.

“Oh fuck!” You pulled on her hair, trying to ground yourself as your thighs shook and squeezed around her head.

“Mmm, for someone so bitter you taste so sweet.”

Falling back, you laid still, trying to catch your breath. Your break was short lived before Ellie slapped your thigh harshly and spread your legs wider.

She tossed one leg over yours before gripping the other.

Oh no. You knew exactly what she was going to do.

“Ellie, I can’t..” you tried pleading.

She only shook her head, her eyes hooded, “You can and you will.”

She began grinding against your pussy with hers.

You sobbed and pressed your palm against her stomach, trying to slow her down. It didn’t work.

The gesture seemed to urge her on, going faster and faster until that familiar knot began forming once more at your core.

Gasping, you resigned yourself to gripping the sheets and moaning unabashedly.

“Ellie..Ellie! God, please slow down.”

She grinned, “Not happening princess, not when I’m so close.”

You came with a shout, writhing underneath her. She followed suit, hips stuttering. Leaning over you, hair framing her face and sweat forming a crown on her forehead, she pecked your cheek before collapsing besides you.

“If that wasn’t clear enough, I like you. A lot. That’s why I stopped talking to you.”

Still trying to catch your breath, you don’t know where you got the energy to reply to her, “You couldn’t have told me that?”

Ellie propped herself on her elbow and faced you, “Now where’s the fun in that?”

[slytherinwh0re]

Mission accomplished

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), possessiveness, alcohol, and swearing

Summary: Where you make Draco jealous at a slytherin party.

Masterlist

A/N: no cap this may be my favorite smut that I’ve ever written lol

If there’s one thing slytherin’s are best at, it’s throwing a party. Anytime there was even a tiny reason for celebration the house of Salazar was always ready to show it’s inhabitants a good time.

End of term parties were always the craziest, every one in attendance knew they’d be miserable the following morning but it’s a risk they’re willing to take for the sake of a great night. After all, no one’s out drinking a slytherin. With the flashing lights, thumping music, dancing bodies, and endless booze, the green common room was transformed into a scene straight from a movie.

That’s how you found yourself on the makeshift dance floor with Pansy, buzzed off a few cups of fire whiskey, and dressed to impress a certain blonde who had been watching you from across the room. You knew what you were doing, the sultry swing of your hips were intended for him to see but when you tried beckoning him over to dance with you he simply shook his head.

Well that just wasn’t gonna work for you so instead of continuing to dance with Pansy you grabbed the closest guy to you, knowing exactly what it would do to him.

“He’s gonna be furious.” You had your back pressed to Theo’s chest, swinging your hips the same way you were before, your head thrown back onto his chest and your hands around his neck.

“That’s the point.” You grab his hands and set them on your hips, knowing he’s too respectful to touch you without permission. Theo’s a good friend, he knew what was going on, he’d help you out even if it was just to get under Draco’s skin for your own pleasure.

“I better not get punched for this (y/n).” He whispers in your ear, making you laugh as you continue to dance together to the loud music. Your bodies flush against each other’s as you let the deep bass pulse through you.

When you felt the familiar hand grab your wrist and yank you away from your dance partner you knew you were in for it. Draco may as well have had steam blowing out his ears from how angry he looked, he made sure to send Theo one of his infamous glares before dragging you away from the party to his dorm. You look over your shoulder and wink at your friend, he laughs, knowing you’ve just gotten exactly what you wanted.

“Strip.” You’d barely closed the door behind you when he’d demanded this but you knew better than to disobey him right now. Draco watched from where he was seated on the edge of the bed as you slowly discarded your clothes.

You kicked off your shoes, tugged the tight cropped top over your head, and unclasped the lacy bra you’d worn. When you got to the small leather skirt you turned so your back was facing him, while slightly bent over, you slowly pull it down your legs, and swing your hips a little just to drive him crazy. That left you in only your panties and black fishnets.

“Leave those and get on the bed.” Draco was right behind you, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other around your throat. You nod your head and he lets you go, his eyes dark with lust as you climb onto the center of his bed. With a flick of his wand your wrists are bound over your head to the frame of his bed. “You’ve been so bad (y/n), what were you thinking letting Theo touch you like that when you’re clearly mine?”

“I just wanted to dance and you wouldn’t so I had to find someone else.” You watch as the handsome blonde removes his clothes and climbs on the bed, kneeling in between your legs in only his boxers while you’re completely at his mercy.

“After tonight you’re not gonna forget who you fucking belong to ever again.” Mission accomplished. His hand lowers until it’s at your center, lightly stroking you before tearing a hole in the fishnets you’d worn under your skirt. Small whimpers leave your lips as he works his fingers over your soaked panties.

“Draco, please... I need you.” You needed him to touch you, the smirk on his face says it all, he wanted you to beg. Finally he pushes your panties to the side, his thumb finds your swollen clit, he lowers his head in between your legs, and licks straight up your center.

His tongue skillfully swirls around your pussy, licking and sucking in perfect intervals, just the way he knows you like it. Your bound hands are clenched over your head, your nails leaving crescents on your palms from the pleasure you’re receiving. The moans that leave your mouth are sinful but when he sucks on your clit and pushes a finger through your entrance the screams you were holding in come tumbling out all at once.

“You’re mine (y/n), only mine. Only I can touch you like this, make you scream like this.” Your eyes roll into back of your head from his words, moaning in agreement as he pushes in a second finger, you’re so close you start shaking.

A gasp leaves your mouth at the sudden loss of contact, Draco’s off the bed, pulling down his boxers, and you whimper from being left so close to edge. He climbs back on top of you, his cock dripping with precum as he strokes himself.

“Beg. Beg me to fuck you, that’s what you want right love—me to fuck you?” He smirks at how desperate you must look, your hips bucking up towards him, trying to get a bit of friction as you pull on the restraints around your wrists. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Plea-” he rubs his cock on your sensitive clit, “please, Draco. I want you so bad, I want to feel your cock so bad.” The slytherin grabs one of your legs and brings it over his shoulder before slamming into you. His eyes trained on your tits that bounce with every sharp thrust of his hips, breathy moans leaving his mouth when you scream his name.

One hand is wrapped around your throat and you need to touch him, you need to feel his skin under your fingertips. “Please let me touch you, I need to touch you.” You beg him, your head thrown back onto the silky pillow, staring back at him with hooded eyes.

When Draco unties your wrists you immediately find his hair, both of you moaning at the feeling of your hands on him. His cock hitting the spongy spot deep inside that had you clenching around him.

He pulls out and flips you both over so you’re on top. His hands running over your legs covered in the fishnets as you sink back down on him. “Ride me until you cum.” He demands as you quickly start bouncing on top of him.

You lowers your body so your breasts are against his chest and he pulls you in for a needy kiss, his hand wrapped around your hair, and his tongue tangled with yours. “Mine. You’re mine.”

“I’m all yours Draco, don’t want anyone else.” You assure him, still moving against him as he meets your hips halfway. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves and traces small circles onto it making you scream, your orgasm washes over your body in powerful waves as he helps you continue bouncing on him until he’s releasing inside of you.

You lay next to him, your head on his chest, and his fingers playing with your hair when he grabs your wrists; frowning at how red they look.

“Do they hurt?” He examines them for a minute before looking at you to see if you’re in pain.

“Not really, just a bit sore.” His frown deepens before he grabs his wand, healing them quickly and making sure to kiss both of them.

“I might have to kill Theo.” You laugh at the over dramatic boy.

“Theo was simply helping me accomplish my goals for tonight.” Draco rolls his eyes at that.

“Next time just ask me to fuck you.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

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[xiaojusaur]

Let’s Get Wet

Johnny x Reader

1769 words

Smut

TW: fiction, mentions of masturbation, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex

Neo Smut Collective drabble Wet & Wild

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Your brother’s best friend was hot and it couldn’t be denied. Every time he stayed in your house your knees trembled from the thought of seeing him shirtless. But of course, your brother Jaehyun wouldn’t allow it, so he avoided any possible encounter between you two, because he knew you too well and noticed the way you looked at Johnny.

Many nights, in the darkness of your room, you would moan his name while playing with yourself, imagining it was him.

He was home tonight, your brother along some friends had a camping at the beach the next day and since they were leaving early, they were all staying together.

You went to take a shower so you could go to sleep refreshed. You opened the bathroom door and gasped when meeting with an almost-naked Johnny, covering his bottom part with a towel. “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY!” You screamed in horror, quickly covering your eyes with one arm and closing the door with the other.

“It’s okay, I’m almost finished,” he said with his mellow voice and you saw him open the door again. His hair was shiny from the water and the droplets ran down his toned body. It was everything you imagined in your wildest dreams.

You were panicking, looking everywhere but to him. If your brother caught you, he would either kill you or Johnny.

Johnny was styling his hair in the foggy mirror, running his fingers through his dark, silky mane.

Without noticing, you were staring at him to which he smirked through the mirror. “Like what you see?” He chuckled.

“Very, very much!” You wanted to scream, but you just stuttered, “N-not bad.”

“Please, Y/N, I know how you feel about me. Do you think I don’t notice how you look at me?” He said in a racy voice.

You were shocked to hear those words, were you that obvious?

Johnny extended his arm and pulled you inside the bathroom with him, pushing you against the door, locking it before anyone noticed. He caged you against his body, looking at you with fire in his eyes.

His lips were so inviting, his wet body so tantalizing.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he whispered looking at you fiercely, “do you like me?”

“I- Johnny... Jaehyun wouldn’t allow it...” you explained just to not give him an answer.

“That’s not what I asked,” he said groggily, grabbing your wrist, somehow intimidating you.

“I like you, yeah. A lot,” you confessed.

“I know you do. Do you think I haven’t heard you moaning my name in the middle of the night?” He was making you flustered and was enjoying it.

You tried to talk, to make an excuse, but nothing came out, so you just lowered your gaze.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he took you by the chin to make you look into his eyes. “You’re so naughty. Touching yourself while thinking about your brother’s best friend. What would he think if he found out? Hmm?” He teased you.

“He would be angry, with you and with me both,” you said daring.

“What do you imagined? Tell me what do you think about in the darkness of your room,” he started getting close to your lips. Even though he was wet from the shower, you could feel the heat of his body.

Even though it seemed surreal, two could play this game. “I imagine its your fingers touching me, reaching deep inside. Your body on mine, your lips kissing my neck, while you fill me whole with your cock.”

“Fuck...” he said under his breath. You could feel his hardened member poking your thigh, which made you bite your bottom lip.

“Are you okay with me making it a reality?” He asked for your consent before making any move. So sexy!

“Yeah, of course!” You said desperately.

His expression changed to one full of lust, devouring you with his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please...” you whispered and Johnny didn’t waste any second in crashing his lips with yours. They felt like you imagined, so meaty, so soft. His hand ran down your torso, skillfully pulling the elastic of your pijama pants, arriving to your heat easily.

“Oh? No panties? Such a naughty girl,” he said with a croaky voice.

“I was going to shower, plus, I was about to slee- Oh God!” He interrupted sliding a finger between your folds.

“Shhh... you don’t want Jaehyun to find us, right?” While drawing circles on your clit, he started kissing you again to drown your moans. “Fuck, you’re so wet...”

“Mmm! I wanted you so much, Johnny.”

“Shit... get undressed, baby. Let’s get into the shower,” he commanded and you did as told.

He opened the shower again and then let the towel that was covering his lower part fall, revealing his strong thighs, his big member standing proudly, waiting for you.

“Are you not coming?” He extended his hand, inviting you into the shower with him.

You took his hand, hypnotized by his beauty. He looked like an underwater god.

Under the shower, you two kissed like if it was something natural between you. He ran his hands down your body, kneading every inch of your skin, turning you on more, if that was possible.

Johnny pinned you against the shower wall and guided by lust, his hand reached to your heat. His fine fingers found your hole expertly, making you moan lowly, “Oh~”

He flexed his fingers inside you, back and forth, fast and deep, your eyes crossing from pleasure.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you whimpered in a whisper, trying to keep it low so nobody would notice what was happening. The water running down your body was a plus to the feeling and Johnny looked so sexy huffing to take the drops out of his face. You reached for his member that was begging for attention too, pumping your hand up and down slowly.

“Ah~ Feels nice, baby,” he gave you a naughty smile. “I wonder what that mouth could do,” He was suggesting something.

“You want me to suck you off?” You asked, sounding more like an offer than a question.

“We can do that later, you might hurt yourself here, but I appreciate the offer,” he said and then leaned in for a kiss. “Now, come here. Im gonna fuck you, I’ll make your dreams come true,” he said as he grabbed your leg.

“God, I’m so wet, I can’t wait...” you confessed.

“I love making you this way,” he winked, making you laugh. “You okay with this, right?”

“Please...” you begged desperately.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groaned.

He placed your leg on his arm, letting it hang. With his other hand, he held his member firmly to look for your entrance. Your breath accelerated, you were getting ready to receive his all. He was teasing you and enjoying your reaction while he was rubbing your clit with his tip. He entered in you slowly, torturing, so deliciously. The stretch was burning, you wanted to scream but you suppressed it squeezing his bicep, holding on tightly to not faint. “Fuuuck~” you whispered in a breathy moan.

“Mmm... baby, you’re so tight,” he pecked your lips and moved down to kiss your neck, letting you adjust to him.

A few seconds later, he started moving back and forth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he held you by the waist. The scene belonged to a movie, with you two connecting while the water ran down your bodies. Every time he huffed or moaned, the drops flew to your face. The sounds coming from where you two united were obscene, making you want more from him.

“God! Johnny!” You moaned a little too loud.

“Shhh...”

Johnny then picked you up, holding you midair, without stopping from thrusting you. The movement made him reach deeper inside you, touching that supple place that made your toes curls. You gasped and he chuckled.

He was going faster now, making you bounce on his dick by moving you up and down. The slapping sound invaded the tiny space of the bathroom and now you were just praying that your brother didn’t go out of his room, otherwise he would be able to hear everything.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” you said in a chant of whines.

He grunted loudly, his voice echoing in the room. “Shit! So good, you’re taking me so well!”

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Please!” You hissed.

After a few minutes his arms got tired, so he put you on the floor again and then he turned you around, making you hold yourself from the tile wall. He put his big hand on the small of your back as to make you bend, kneading your skin on the process. Johnny penetrated you again, now holding you by the waist with both hands.

The slapping sound of your bodies clashing increased by the minute of how fast Johnny was going and the water was making it louder. You were feeling your orgasm bubbling from your stomach and you let him know. “Johnny, I’m gonna cum, please!”

“Mmm... good!” He focused his thrusts to reach deeper and consistent to help you reach your high.

You felt it, the explosion of delicious tingles through your body, escaping in a simple sigh from your lips. Johnny held you tightly, helping you to stay on your feet. He kept plunging into you until he felt his high coming too. He pulled out and came on the floor, every proof of what had happened there going down the drain along with the water.

“Babe, we should get out of here. Your fingers should be pruning by now,” he said as he wrapped his arms around your torso and kissed your neck.

“Yeah, plus, it will be a little suspicious if you spent so much time in the bathroom,” you added.

“Nah! I actually spend a lot of time in the bathroom. I’m just worried that someone might have heard us...”

“Hopefully not...”

After you dried yourselves and were dressed again, Johnny said, “Maybe we can repeat this someday?”

“Anytime,” you winked and he smirked back at you.

But as soon as Johnny opened the door he found a Jaehyun leaning on the wall, waiting for him to get out. “Enjoyed your shower?” He sounded so pissed, you didn’t even want to look.

Your brother then pushed the door open, revealing you in the bathroom too. You gave him the bread smile, trying to act innocent. “Get out of there, we gonna talk about this, you two.”

[sodasback]

Let Go - Part 3

Reposting from my deleted acct.

Warnings: physical violence

That night you got a text from JJ’s number.

JJ: Hey Y/N, it’s Pope. I stole JJ’s phone and he’s trying to kill me over it right now. 

JJ: Anyway, he hasn’t stopped talking about you. Just thought you should know.

JJ: Don’t let him hide you from us. 

JJ: Kay gotta go, can’t breathe, bye

You laughed out loud at Pope’s texts and swooned over the fact that JJ was talking about you to his friends and that the Pogues, or Pope at least, seemed like he wanted to hangout with you.Then more texts came through. 

JJ: Sry pope doesnt kno wut hes talking about. ignore him. 

JJ: i cant let ur head get any bigger knowing tht im simping for u over here. I’ll have to put u in ur place again.😉

Y/N: Is that place on my knees in front of you?

JJ: ugh stop. ur gonna make me hard and wer on the boat

Y/N: Hey you started it

JJ: Yeah well I’ll finish it too when i see u tmrw pretty girl

Y/N: You better 😈

JJ: ur killin me smalls 🍆

You went to sleep that night blissfully happy. But you woke up full of dread knowing you had to breakup with Rafe. 

You texted him telling him that you needed to see him and talk. He seemed to know something was up, but he told you to meet him at your favorite park in Figure 8. 

Before you left to meet him, you texted JJ that you were meeting Rafe. And then you shared your location with him. You had a feeling JJ would end up being close by, but you frowned when he didn’t text back and thought maybe you should call him. No, it’ll be fine. Rafe doesn’t need to know what happened. I’ll just end it and it’ll be fine.

 You pulled up to the park and saw Rafe....

You had worn a hoodie, because it was the only thing you had that would really cover all the hickeys, that you also tried, pretty unsuccessfully, to cover with make-up.

“Hey beautiful” he greeted you softly from his spot seated at a bench and kissed your cheek as you sat down next to him. You were ashamed of yourself that you still felt a warm fuzzy feeling despite the fact that Rafe didn’t you treat you right and JJ already showed you more affection in such a short time.

“Hey doll” you greeted back out of habit.

You and Rafe were both quiet for a minute, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You and Rafe enjoyed the scenery and the nearby fountain in silence.

“It’s over huh?” He asked solemnly, still looking off in the distance at first and then to you.

“Yeah” You admitted with a sigh before continuing, “I think we’re just growing apart and maybe we’re not the best for one another.” You said slowly.

You hated yourself for saying it that way, for not calling Rafe out on everything. And you hated yourself for not being 100% truthful that you cheated. But a part of you still loved him and a bigger part of you was just trying to survive this without a screaming match or something worse.

Rafe nodded and offered a small smile.

“I’ll always love you though. You know that right?” He said, squeezing your hand gently.

You melted a little. Rafe really could be the boyfriend you needed ...sometimes.

“Me too” is all you said with a gentle smile.

Rafe sighed and stood up. He opened his arms out for a hug. You stepped in and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

That wasn’t so bad you thought as you breathed in his cologne one last time and savored being in his arms for a second.

You felt Rafe shift a little and playing with the hood of your sweatshirt.

“Why’re you wearing a hoodie?” He asked, with genuine intrigue in his voice. You felt your heart stop and you tried to stop yourself from sweating more than you already were. You swallowed hard and then cleared your throat, trying to act casual.

“Just was a little chilly earlier.” You stated simply, pulling away from Rafe. Who looked at you skeptically. 

“It’s July. It’s hot as fuck out. There’s no way you’re cold.” He said tugging at the hem of the jacket. You pushed his hands away. 

“Rafe stop. I wanna keep it on. I’m cold.” You said, trying to squirm away from him. He firmly grabbed hold of both your wrists and pulled you towards him a little, motivating you to look up at his now deeply disbelieving expression. The furrow in his brow, made you nervous and you bit the inside of your cheek. You could see the gears turning in his head as he registered your very guilty and scared demeanor you couldn’t hide.

“Why’re you wearing a jacket, Y/N?” He asked in a sternly dangerous tone that gave you goosebumps. Your breathing started getting heavy. 

“Rafe” You warned nervously. 

His jaw became clenched. And he forcefully ripped the hemline of your pullover upward and wrenched your arm out one of the sleeves. 

“Rafe! Stop!” You yelled at him as you tried to squirm away but he manhandled you and harshly tugged your hoodie the rest of the way off and threw it on the ground, leaving you in your sports bra, completely exposing the hickeys on your neck and chest. You quickly tried to cover yourself and reach down for your hoodie at the same time, but Rafe grabbed your forearms again, hard enough to leave bruises. 

Fuck. Where’s JJ when you need him?

Rafe looked you up and down before tightening his grip on your arms. “You little fucking whore.” He swore through gritted teeth. 

“Rafe you’re hurting me.” You said with a whiny tone you couldn’t hold back.

“You’re just cold, huh? I can’t believe you fucked another guy, you cheating slut!” He spat as he throttled you.

“Rafe calm down.” You said, trying not to cry. God, JJ, please come. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re sorry?! You’re sorry?!” Rafe laughed darkly, before moving a hand to your throat, but not fully squeezing yet. “You cheat on me and all you can say is you’re sorry?!” 

“Rafe! Please!” You begged, tears now welling up in your eyes. 

“Who’d you let fuck you, Y/N? Hmm? Who marked you up knowing you were mine?”

“Rafe, please let go!” You cried. 

“Tell me who it was, Y/N!” He growled at you in a way that made your blood run cold and he started to squeeze your throat. You clawed at his hand and his arm as he cut off your airway. 

“Cameron!” JJ yelled as he ran over to you. Rafe was caught off guard and let go of your throat. You collapsed to the ground gasping for air. JJ immediately was at your side. 

“Y/N! Are you okay? Go to your car, now.” JJ told you. But you stayed in your position, mostly out of necessity, given the fact you couldn’t breathe. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Rafe said. “You cheated on me with this fucking piece of shit pogue?!” He asked you, as JJ stood up and faced him. 

“Leave. Now.” JJ told Rafe.

Rafe snorted, “Or what?” He challenged, stepping towards JJ.

Right then, police sirens went off. All 3 of you turned to see a Kildare County Sheriff SUV and Shoupe step out.

“Is there a problem gentleman?” Shoupe asked them walking towards the 3 of you.

Rafe and JJ were glaring at each other. You took the opportunity to put your hoodie back on.

Finally, Rafe said, “No problem here officer.” As he didn’t take his eyes off JJ, daring him to rat him out.

“Looks like you’re on the wrong side of town, Mr. Maybank. Everything okay Miss Y/L/N?” Shoupe asked.

“Yeah, JJ came to take me home. Rafe was just leaving.” You said.

By now, Shoupe had taken notice of the red mark on your neck and the fact you were on the ground with a defensive JJ in between you and Rafe. It was very obvious what had been going on.

“Mr. Cameron, I think you should head on home now.” Shoupe said. And you internally rolled your eyes. Of course, Shoupe would let Rafe just leave.

Rafe just glared at JJ.

“Rafe.” Shoupe said more firmly.

“I’ll see you soon Y/N, Maybank.” He promised in a dangerous tone before turning toward his car.

JJ watched him leave with his fists clenched. Once Rafe was driving away, JJ took a deep breath and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you need to see a doctor?” Shoupe asked.

“No, I’m fine.” You said from JJ’s arms.

“Alright. You 2 take care, now.” Shoupe said as both an apology and a warning getting back in his car.

Now, it was just you and JJ. He was still holding you tight. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, glancing down at you. You nodded but kept your head tight to his chest squeezing his waist and cried a little. 

You only let yourself cry for a second and then sucked it up and when you sniffled, JJ held you back a little so he could look at you. He checked your expression and waited for you to nod as he slowly and gently pulled the collar of your hoodie down a little so he could see your neck.

A pained grimace appeared on JJ’s face and anyone looking at him could have probably seen his heart break in front of them as he looked at your injury.

You might have JUST admitted feelings for each other yesterday, but you couldn’t explain it. You and JJ felt right. It was young summer love, a whirlwind romance where you both fell hard and fast. And the fact that he was partly at fault for the huge hematoma forming on your neck, the fact Rafe quite literally could have killed you made JJ feel like crumbling.

“I’m gonna kill him.” JJ said to himself more than you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/N.” 

“JJ. This is not your fault. Okay? Rafe is the one who had his hand around my neck not you.” You said with your hands holding his face. 

“But I-”

“No! Stop! I’m telling you this isn’t your fault. And I’m fine. See? I’m in one piece.”

JJ almost had tears spilling out. 

“I promise.” You reassured him. He closed his eyes and nodded. 

“So you taking me out on a date or what, Maybank?” You asked, desperately just wanting to see JJ’s face free of anguish again. He smiled a little and sniffled. 

“Yeah, I’m taking you out. Give me your keys.” He said smiling.

“Uh uh” You tsked, “You think I’m gonna let you drive my Porsche? I’ve seen you take a turn in John B’s van on 2 wheels. I’m not letting you behind the wheel of my baby.” 

“Fine” JJ pouted. But then he snatched the keys from your hand and mimicked the shocked look on your face and taunted you. 

“JJ!” You shouted reaching for the keys, but he held them out of reach from you. 

“Ooh sucks to be short, huh Y/N?” He said as he stumbled to your car still holding you back from the keys. 

“JJ.” You said seriously. “Give. Me. My. Keys.” He just looked at you waiting for you to threaten something as he stood next to the driver’s door. “Give me my keys or I’m not sucking your dick for a month.” You threatened. 

“Pfft” JJ scoffed, “Like you could go a month without begging for my cock down your throat? Bet” He said, nodding his chin up at you. You contemplated it and you knew he was probably right. You furrowed your brow. 

“I swear to god, if you crash my car, I will kill you Maybank.” You said as you walked to the passenger’s. 

“Whoo!” JJ cheered before awkwardly crawling into your front seat. “Jesus, your seat’s so close to the wheel!” He complained throwing the seat back and fixing all the mirrors. 

“JJ! You are fucking up all my stuff!” You yelled at him and punched him in the arm. He ignored you and revved the engine. 

“Ooofff” JJ groaned, “this is making me so horny. Can we have sex later?” 

You glared at him. 

“You’re eating me out for at least an hour for stealing my car.” You folded your arms and looked out the front windshield. JJ leaned over and pecked your cheek. 

“My pleasure baby.” he said, throwing your car in drive and screeching the tires. 

“JJ!”

Taglist: @moniamaybank @hernameisnoell @moonrisebeach @abbyj1822 @october-cameron @railmerafe

[melodyofmbaku]

Long, Lost & Found (Erik Stevens x OC)

Prompt: “Keep those pretty eyes open.”

Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: ⚠️ Smut ⚠️

For the lovely @kitesatforestp 💜I took a while to fully flesh it out but I hope you like it.

She had volunteered to chaperone the camping trip for the Wakandan outreach center and was already drained.

Soon her coworker made herself known by exiting the washroom.

“Long day?” She inquired.

Alicia rolled her eyes. “You have no idea. I didn’t know the flavour of Kool Aid was really that important to kids. I’ve spent the whole afternoon mixing red.”

She considered her sticky red hands and smiled. “I’m glad they’re having a good time though. I just need a nap.” She stifled a yawn and crashed on the couch.

She heard the office door open and ignored it for scrolling on her phone.

She snickered at a TikTok on her phone and got comfortable on the couch.

“Alicia?”

She scrunched up her nose. Maybe if she pretended she was asleep they’d leave her alone. She couldn’t do another round of supervision. She’d hoped it wasn’t one of the camp counselors.

“Is that you?” The familiarity in the voice unsettled her.

“I’d know that laugh anywhere.” The voice said again.

She turned slowly and her breath caught in her throat. It couldn’t be, but it was. There he stood right in front of her.

Erik Stevens. Professional trouble maker and her high school sweetheart. The man that was supposed to take her virginity. Her first love.

The shock on her face couldn’t be contained.

Nikki looked between the two of them curiously. “I didn’t know you knew our guest speaker Alicia.”

“Guest speaker?” She asked.

“Prince Erik came to share some words to the kids during their camping trip. They love him. Why didn't you say anything?”

“I didn’t know that he’d be here.” She said lowly.

Struggling to take in the sight in front of her.

Erik, her high school heartthrob, had gone off the grid before graduating without saying a word to anyone.

They had made so many plans. She’d wanted to have her first time with him on prom night. They planned to move from Oakland to Houston, get a little house and raise an army of babies.

They never got to realize those goals and Alicia had been crushed, she’d thrown herself into college without bothering to date seriously until she was 23.

She was 28 now and it had been a series of failed sub 1 year relationships.

Now he stood in front of her thick with muscle and with a maturity that the Erik she knew 10 years ago could never possess. He was a bit of a hothead back then.

“Do you know each other well?” Her coworker inquired, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “I know Erik from high school.” She avoided his eyes as his sought to find hers.

Nikki smirked and looked at the two before announcing her departure.

“Well I’ll leave you both to it.” She said before making her way over to the campsite.

“Where did you go?” Were the first words that left her mouth. Her gaze was hot and was accusatory. He deserved it.

“To take my place where I belonged.” He spoke, his voice gravelly and deeper than she remembered.

“You’re Wakandan…” she relaxed taking a look at his apparel and stature. It fit him. She admired his much longer locs and the jewelry embedded in them.

“Yeah. I — had to go. I needed to know the truth about my father. Where I came from, everything.”

“You look good. Like you found everything you wanted.” She said softly.

“Not quite.” He said lowly.

That’s how she ended up dressed in just her panties and a tank top with her legs spread in a damn cabin for Erik fucking Stevens. Her high school sweetheart.

“Erik…stop teasing” she complained.

“See that’s the thing…” he whispered into her skin. Almost in worship.

“I been trying to get between these thighs for so damn long. I wanna savor you.” He murmured as he ripped the lace panties from her body.

She gasped, scandalized. Her head hit the headboard. He was going to kill her. She would die having an orgasm in Erik’s arms and she would regret nothing.

What was he doing to her?

“But you were always so damn smart. Always studying and never wanting to turn up.” He reminisced running his hands up and down her thighs.

He kissed her mound and sat back taking in her wet sex. He breathed against it and she squirmed.

“She so damn pretty. She’s everything I ever dreamed of.”

He ran a curious finger down her weeping slit and looked at her directly in the eyes as her breath caught in her throat.

She grasped his hand to stop his assault but instead he used her hand to guide his into her entrance. He pressed his finger into her and smirked.

“Want more?” She nodded desperately.

He added another finger and began to stroke her insides slowly. She tilted her head back and her eyes slid closed.

Her eyes snapped open when she was met with the wetness of his tongue between her folds.

“Keep those pretty eyes open.” He smiled a small smile casually as if he was telling her to pass the salt.

He licked up her essence with vigor. Alicia felt her toes curl and her free hand fisted his locs.

“Erik” she moaned and stretched out his name, her back arched from the bed.

She tried to remove her hand from his wrist and he released it reluctantly and watched as she slapped it over her mouth.

“Shh baby girl.”

He placed a firm hand on her abdomen and pushed her body back down eyes never leaving hers.

“Im gonna take care of you princess. I have waited years for this. You gotta be quiet though. You don’t want your homegirls to hear you do you?” He cocked his head to the left and considered her wickedly.

“Erik I want it… you… right now.” She punctuated breathlessly.

“I hear you. I’m going to give you what you want Alicia I promise but I’m going to have to take my time with you mama.” He shook his head in mock sympathy.

“Erik please —“ a broken sound left her lips. He wasn’t going to let up. He was having entirely too much fun.

“You deserve it.” He kissed her forehead.

He slid his fingers out of her and she whined pathetically.

He laughed under his breath. “Come on girl that was kinda funny.” He goaded as she slid the zipper of his jeans down and the sound caused her to clench against nothing.

She glared at him and he pulled his impressive length from his boxers. He stroked it once. Twice. Eyes never leaving hers.

“Get over here.” She whispered hoarsely.

He took a step forward and lined himself up between her body. His hips between her legs.

He leaned down to cradle her face. She leaned into it and shot him a look. She had tears welling up in her eyes. Erik couldn’t tell if it was from frustration or hurt.

“You left me all alone…”

“I know.” He murmured rubbing his length between her lips but never fully sheathing himself in her.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” She demanded, fierce eyes pinning him in place. He brushed her cheek in admiration.

“Never again.” He promised the love in his heart swelling uncomfortably.

He swiped the rouge tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“I’m here baby. Don’t you worry about a thing. Daddy’s home.”

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My requests are open. So if you’d like me to bring an idea you have to life, I write for all the black men in Black Panther.

With a heavy lean towards M’Baku contrary to popular belief. 😉

[zazu75]

So @colbypuppythebaker went "What if Darius sold Therion to the Obsidian Parlor? And then Alfyn stumbles across him?" And this was born:

So my Idea is:

Therion has his will beaten out of him

and drugged out of him

he resists if unchained, just out of sheer instinct at this point, but if chained, he's docile

he gets used by whoever enters the room

but he's usually drugged out of his mind. he doesn't notice

until primrose comes along

she kills the crow there, and the establishment grinds to a halt

people are running, escaping

alfyn is with primrose. most of the group is.

but in the chaos, some get separated

alfyn gets separated

he's looking for ophilia, who's also lost

and he comes across a locked door

so he uses his axe to break it down, in case someone is locked in there

and he finds Therion on the bed

eyes staring ahead, unseeing, having been drugged earlier that night, so he could remain docile

and some people are really into him being practically unresponsive past soft moans and weak reactions

like the person who was paying that night

Alfyn cant help himself. he looks him over, sees him so out of it. he sees the chain and knows this is a prisoner

and comes to the conclusion that they drugged him this much, that this one doesn't want to be here

and he can see scars from beatings…. recent bruises…

he breaks the chain and picks him up, unwilling to leave him behind

he bridal carries him out of the room, the shackle end of the chain around his wrist

and he bumps into Ophilia soon after

and they find primrose and leave

primrose doesnt want to take this one with her. especially so badly dressed

so alfyn takes off his winter clothes and wraps it around him

they get back to the inn. alfyn lays him in a bed and tries to rouse him... but Therion is out of it

so he waits

him and ophilia check him over and he waits while ophilia goes to bed

it's a few hours later that Therion moves. he's still out of it, still under the drugs, and the shackle is still on his wrist

he moves under the conditioning beaten into him

much to alfyn's surprise, trying to climb into his lap and smiling seductively

and alfyn has to work very hard to make therion let go

to make him stop

all the while blushing wildly and having a problem in his pants lmao

he gives therion a sleeping tonic at the end, to sleep it off

bad idea, but this guy is set on getting into his pants and alfyn does not think thats the right thing to do, especially with how drugged he is

he falls asleep after therion does, and he wakes in the morning just as therion is waking up

therion is on edge, angry, guarded

"who are you? where the hell am i?" "im alfyn, an apothecary" "…damn, what did they owe you, to sell me to you?" "what? no!!!"

and alfyn tells his tale. therion listens, not beleiving it, but it makes sense

"So i'm free to go?" "if you want to! but lemme at least check you over?" "why?" "shucks, it's my job, i help out whoever needs help."

and Therion relucantly lets him. and alfyn feels so bad for him. he's obviously been underfed. he looks so weak and tired…

"lemme get ya somethin' to eat and some clothes."

and alfyn leaves. he fully expects therion to try and ambush him when he comes back into the room, because that man is angry and wary and on edge

but he comes back to find him shivering.

and not from the cold. their inn room is warm from the fire

"You alright?" "F-fine--" except he's not

his eyes look hollow and wild and he's looking around for something

and it hits alfyn

drug withdrawal

"what was the name of the drug they gave ya?" "Fuck n-no! I never want to--to take it a-aagain!" "I understand, but I need to know. with some drugs, the withdrawal symptoms might kill ya."

and Therion looks at him desperately. he doesnt cave in, not for a few hours, until he can no longer stand it

and alfyn sits by him the entire time, holding his hand and trying to encourage him to speak

and in the end, therion breaks, mumbles the name of the drug. alfyn doesnt have any of it on hand, but he knows that therion needs some or he will suffer

"i'll be right back." he promises and goes off to find primrose. he asks her and the others to get the drug. this upsets primrose greatly, because she doesnt want to go back there, but alfyn explains the situation

and tells her to go see how bad it is if she doenst believe him

so she does

and therion is so small, sitting in the corner of the bed, shaking like a leaf, his eyes growing more wild and hollow by the second

she acquiesces. ophilia tries to help, but her healing magic does very little.

she goes to get the drug, with the others in tow. alfyn returns to therion's side, who's now mumbling under his breath

alfyn cant make out much, except a name--darius--and nonstop begging

and it takes him a while, but he realizes therion is begging this darius not to get rid of him. making promises to a ghost that's no longer there

and it breaks his heart

he's relieved when primrose comes back with the drug and he administers a small dose to therion, enough to calm him down

except as soon as that drug takes effect, therion keeps trying to climb into his lap and kiss him and press close

so another sleep tonic is administered and therion finally sleeps

next day, therion wakes, he eats, the withdrawal symptoms kick in, and alfyn prepares the medicine

but therion refuses to take it and accuses alfyn of wanting to have his way with him

and alfyn swears up and down that no, he would never do that! the only thing he had ever done was coax him to take the sleeping tonic

"i swear on my life, i'd never do that to ya while you're drugged!"

therion doenst believe him and sits there, suffering withdrawal, while alfyn holds his hands and talks gently to him through it

talking about clearbrook, about places without snow, about flowers and friends and his traveling companions

anything that comes to mind

but in the end, therion becomes too weary to keep suffering, and he has to accept the drug, and alfyn immediately gives him the sleeping tonic with it

and its like that for days

slowly weaning therion off the drug after the man forces himself to suffer through the withdrawal symptoms

it breaks alfyns heart when therion softly asks one time if this is what dying feels like

primrose and the others are antsy, they want to leave. the death at the parlor is sensational news and everyone is looking for the murderer

theyre uneasy, but they stay because alfyn stays and he wont leave therion to suffer alone

until finally, many weeks later, that therion can go the entire day with minimal withdrawal symptoms

he still shakes, but he isnt immobilized by it

therion regains more and more of his personality

quiet, gaurded, likes to be away from people

hates being touched

but he lets alfyn hold his hand whever he starts to shake and it helps

the others meet him, he's especially wary of primrose and olberic

but he's nice enough to them

they slowly get to know him more, and he gets to know them more, but he keeps them at a distance

until one day "i think you can manage on your own, from now on," alfyn tells him with a smile

"you're all better and dont need me anymore"

and therion looks bewildered before he looks afraid

alfyn catches it before therion can hide it

"whatever"

"do you know what you wanna do?" alfyn asks gently

therion doesnt say anything, but after a while, he shakes his head

"i dont have anywhere to go" "the… ladies who worked at the parlor, they're figurin' stuff out--" "--i dont want anything to do with them" therion cuts him off with such an angry tone that alfyn knows theres a story there. he doesnt pry, though

"do you wanna come with us?" he asks instead, "it's safer to travel in numbers"

"treatment and escort? and what do i pay for all of this?" "nothin'! shucks, i would never ask for payment" alfyn smiles. "i just wanted to help you" "why?" "do i need a reason?"

and its so sudden

the shift in therion's demeanor

from guarded and stoic to sadness and tears

he sobs quietly, and alfyn captiously gets closer to try and comfort him

he's surprised as everything when therion lets him, leans into him, and cries

alfyn comforts him as best as he can, with soft touches and gentle words

he doenst ask why or how. he knows therion wont answer

so he waits until therion pulls away by himself and wipes his own tears away

"i dont have any skills that would help, on the road" "that's alright, we can teach you" "i cant repay that" "we dont want you to. we just wanna help, is all" "you wanna help, but them?" "they wanna help too" "how do you know?" "they stayed. they could have left without me, but they stayed. and they came to see ya, to try and get to know ya. they care, even if they cant help" "…I'm tired," therion replies

and he falls asleep quickly after

the next day, alfyn makes sure therion is bundled up well. tressa makes sure the new shoes can handle snow. they set out and take breaks often for him. he has no stamina for moving so much

ophilia keeps providing him fruit, cyrus offers to teach him to read and write, olberic offers to teach him to wield a sword

haanit gives him the first bowl of every meal and refills it until he cant eat anymore, even if it means she doenst eat

primrose, he's distant with, until she approaches him and they talk in hushed tones for a while, then hes more comfortable with her

she makes sure his eyes dont trail on shiny things too long, dont get stuck staring at dark shapes that dont exist.

and when hes too tired, when he's shaking all over from the traces of withdrawal, when hes too overwhelmed, he walks close to alfyn and holds his hand like its a lifeline

he's grateful, he's scared and overwhelmed often and very quiet

his footsteps are light and he reacts badly to crude jokes and flinches when hands get too close

but he slowly comes out of his shell. they learn he likes purple. tressa haggles clothes he likes when he points them out for her. they learn hes good with his hands and he loves apples and he picks up information quickly

and alfyn learns that therion likes to hear him talk, especially when theyre alone. alfyn learns that therion doesnt like the quiet and hates small rooms

and alfyn learns what its like to see him smile genuinely and what its like to see him why. and what its like to feel him leaning close, relaxed against his side

and alfyn learns what its like to fall in love with therion, and what it's like for therion to love him back

and they both learn what it's like to kiss someone you really love. and therion learns how much nicer it is to do that than what he went to before.

he's still flighty and hesitant and alfyn needs to go slow, but therion learns just how patient alfyn is, how understanding he is, how gentle he is

and with alfyn's help, he learns how to get past his trauma. it's slow, it's painful, and theres steps backwards almost as much as there are steps forward

but it's worth it, to see alfyn unravel under him, to see him look at him with adoration and love, to feel the same way towards alfyn

it's slow, and alfyn is patient, and the others teach him many things and get the shackle off, and he's happy

he's alive and free and in love and happy

(he never sees darius again, but years later, primrose mails him a very familiar green cloak, stained with blood, and he knows what she did. he buries the cloak under his favorite tree. he's thankful, but he's sad all the same and extra clingy towards his husband for the next few days)

---- end

[hobilluvvr]

lost ocean troubles | 2

college au! sub!armin x dom!reader

words - 2.7k

warnings - vomit, blood, mentions of abuse , injuries

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so incredibly sorry for this late update but testing season is approaching and I need to study sadly :/ this part is very rough with spelling errors and grammar but will be revised later !

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The flowers had this magnificent pale blue color to them, the sun hitting them just at the right angle and the sage leaves accented the stem, the weight of the beautiful petals making the stem slightly wilt downwards .

this piqued armins interest, so much so that he walked towards them , feet trudding against the soft sand. As he comes close the overwhelming smell of coconut with a hint of sea saltseasalt overwhelmes his senses, his nose srunching up in question, the scent resembling of clean linen,a quite odd observation , even more so for a flower .

Just as he reaches to pick the flower up, the sun all of the sudden blazes furiously, the rays bouncing everywhere and blinding armin, now groaning as he squirms in abrupt discomfort. His feet dig at the sand … or what was the sand… the feeling of plush fabric instead meeting his skin, surrounding his body in comfort and warmth.

Snuggling further into this random source of heat, the sudden realization hits him. His eyes open the tiniest bit and he stops for a moment … this isnt the beach… in fact he’s laying on a bed… an unknown bed

At this his body jolts upward and armin frantically looks around his surroundings, the white pillows and the grey blanket not correlating in his mind as his. ‘This isnt my room’ the panic quickly sets in, quickly throwing the blanket aside and standing up abruptly which proves to be a grave mistake as a headache and the urge to vomit surges up his throat.

He clutches his stomach as he runs to the bathroom ,quickly kneeling over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach, the acidity already making his throat burn angrily. The sound of quick footsteps echo the walls and he goes to turn his head towards the door when the second round of bile threatens to escape his throat.

His ingers clutch the toilet ,violently puking when a second presence is felt . armin feels someone kneel next to him and gently rub at his back

“Its okay , its okay ,let it all out “ you push his bangs away from his face while the other hand rubs at his back . armin lifts his head up ,groaning as he moves away from the toilet feeling his head throb way too violently.

You hand him the cup of water and pain killer you set down when you entered the bathroom

“Here take this, dont move too much . your head is most likely killing you” he takes the items and pops the pill in his mouth quickly downing it with the water. When he sets the cup down he looks at you ,eyes squinting, clearly confused

“Where am i ?”

You chuckle lightly, standing up and lean against the counter “you dont remember anything do you huh?” the boy sitting on the floor thinking ...

Suddenly armin visibly stiffens, his cheeks flushing “uh w-ww di-idnt do i-it ,rig-ght?” his eyes all of the sudden finding great interest on the floor tiles .

You give him a light smile and laugh even louder this time “no, no we didnt ,dont worry about that. Here cmon” you reach out a hand to lift him up off the floor

He takes your hand sheepishly ,shoulders relaxing in relief, his red cheeks calming down “ then what happened? Why am i here ?” he asks following you out of the bathroom and into the room.

You cringe at the events that happened the previous night and you wonder if you should tell him everything. You head over to your drawers and open them, turning your back to the stumbling boy “well you got extremely wasted and this creep saw that you were alone and he tried messing with you but i took care of it”

your hands clench harshly at the shirt you were holding thinking about the old fuck. God humans can be pieces of shit

“Oh.” armins bit his lip and he desperately tried to remember exactly what happened , your answer being quite vague , but this did nothing but make his head throb once again . wincing in pain he goes to lifts his hand up to hold his head when he notices the bandages around his wrists ‘what happened ?did i get injured ?’

After picking out what you needed , you turned to face him and you catch his line of sight , looking at his wrists . as if you heard what his thoughts you say “ the perv was being really aggressive towards you and he injured you quite badly but i brought you up to my apartment and fixed you up a bit “giving him a warm smile you hold out the clothes you had previously searched for

“ here , take this and clean your self up a bit then i can take you home, yeah ? you got a little bit of a stain forming on you “ you chuckle, head nodding towards the vomit on the shirt before walking out ,leaving him in the room alone

His eyes widen at your comment immediately rushing to the bathroom and sure enough his vomit is all over the shirt , the mirror reminding him of his earlier commotion . armin sighs in embarrassment ,blue eyes scanning his appearance, finally now knowing how much of a hot mess he looks like . he notices another bandage on his face, his cheek specifically , a bit of blood staining the white bandage along with another few scratches all over his face.

His finger traces around his facial injuries ‘wow, what exaclty happened last night ?’

He shakes his head , not wanting his head to pound again, instead just focusing his attention on the shirt you gave him noticing that it looks similar to the dirty one he is wearing currently.

‘Oh god …..dont tell me …. Im wearing her clothes ‘ the realization hits him and his ears turn an angry shade of red. ‘God how much more of a burden can he be to you ?’ he groans before closing the bathroom door

…

As soon as you close the door , your eyes land on a very dishevled eren leaving his room , hand shielding his squinting eyes away from the harsh sunlight “what happened ? i heard what sounded like someone vomiting” his morning voice rasping out, following you to the kitchen and sitting down on the kitchen bar stool

“Oh he woke up and well... , you know how hangovers are like “ you open the fridge , scanning the interior “wait why is the fridge empty ? i thought i told you it was your turn to go grocery shopping this time ? what happened ? “ you frown turning towards him, crossing your arms

Eren only yawns and stretches his body, not seeming to mind that you were glaring holes at him “dont you remember ? i couldnt go so you said we’d go together after we ate something yesterday but then you got too caught up fighting someone if i recall correctly ” he confidently said, fingers tapping at his chin , eyes meeting yours, glaring back.

You sigh giving up “ ahh yeah i remember now….” you take a quick glance around the kitchen and see nothing of nutritional value “ the hell are we going to eat then ? and why didnt you clean up the medical supplies from last night ?” you badger him looking at the medical supplies messily strewn all over the counter

Eren scrunches his face , hand running through his bedhair, still groggy from just waking up a few minutes ago “ we can always just doordash something” he picks up the bottle of rubbing alcohol remebering how you carried armin into the apartment when he passed out and set him on the couch leaving eren to tend to his wounds.

*

Just as armin was falling , passing out after just vomiting all over you , you quickly grab at his waist and preventing him from hitting his head on the floor . the stench of the vomit was awfully intense and you scrunch your nose trying to stop the smell from affecting you “ can you be any faster over there ? you tease seeing him struggle with the keys , his fumbling being weirdly endearing somehow

“Im trying , im trying. I swear this cold is messing me up or something “ he puffs out now fumbling with inserting the key right . you roll your eyes upon seeing this , giving a light chuckle before reaching a hand underneath the blonde boys legs and bringing them towards your chest, effectively lifting him up bridal style.

You walk into the apartment and set the boy softly onto the couch before looking down to the mess that your clothes are in , heading towards the bathroom “ hey eren could you patch him up for me ? i have to clean myself up before he’s not the only one with body fluids all over the floor.” you smirk

Eren scoffs “dont you go throwing up on me , you hear ? i just mopped the floors yesterday and im sure as hell not letting you mess my hard work up “ he hears your distant laugh down the hallway , before the sound of boots fade, leaving him alone with the boy

Eren looks at the boy slowly sliding down on the couch and ultimately sighs before going to the cabinet where all the medical supplies are stored. He opens it while lowly muttering “just cause my dad was a doctor and he taught me a few things doesnt mean i have to tend to everyones wounds “

Grabbing a few bandages and bandaids, and rubbing alcohol, he grabs a stool and places it in front of the boy. ‘Your injuries shouldnt be that bad ‘ he thinks before he lifts the boy and positions him upright. Immediately the sight of scarce blood and vomit greets erens eyes . eren winces in slight sympathy and disgust before he wipes armins face clean with the cloth he has in hand and disinfecting the wounds next

The rubbing alcohol stirred a reaction out of the blonde boy seeing as he squirmed in discomfort , the position he was put in faltering, falling into the nearest thing, which so happened to be erens chest, more specifically his neck

Eren was flustered ,not knowing what to do he freezes , his ears turning red upon feeling the shallow breath of the boy on, his sensitive neck . Eren looks down and he admires the peaceful features on the petite boy .’he looks so peaceful, pretty even ‘ eren stares for a bit before he snaps out of it and pushes the boy off his chest , tending to his wounds , doing what he first came to do.

*

“ i left the supplies out because i knew i would have to tend to your wounds too “ he gets up , walking to the other side of the bar, heading where you are

You squint your eyes in visible confusion “ my wounds ? what are you talking about ?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, “dont play dumb with me , you beat up someone to a bloody pulp and dont expect any damage to your hands, more specifically your damn knuckles ? “

He reaches down, grabbing your hand and lifting them up as to make a point “look at this “ you look down towards your hand and the sight of multi colored bruises,blood and even some open skin greets you.

“ you didnt let me tend to them yesterday so let me do it now “ you meet eyes and his are practically pleading you, but before you get to open your mouth to say anything, you hear rustling and you look behind eren to see what it is .

Armin is awkwardly standing there in the living room, the clean shirt you gave him reaching his knees , and the sweatpants a bit too baggy . you have to physically stop yourself from cooing , the sight being way too adorable for you to handle this early in the morning

Eren senses his presence as well , turning around , both of you guys forgetting about your previous conversation . you clear your throat, sensing some sort of tension in the room “ hey youre finally out ! i was going to make you something to eat but turns out the fridge is empty “ you rub your neck sheepishly , making a mental note to go grocery shopping asap .

Armins eyes widen at this , his hands extending and quickly shaking “ oh no no , please you dont have to, i dont want to be more of a bother than i already am ,” he shyly looks down at the floor , swinging his body , slightly nervous

You smile seeing his cute habit of not making eye contact, fetching your car keys off the wall “ well i bet youre missing your home right ? i can drive you home now if you want “ you also grab the plastic bag off the floor by the corridor

Armin seems to stiffen again , eren now chuckling , his hands stuffed in his sweatpants , noticing how the blonde boy seems way to nervous around you guys . armin looks at eren momentarily before he looks at the floor again ‘ how the hell do you guys look so good this early in the morning ‘ he thinks ‘ meanwhile here he is looking all messed up ‘

“I actually dont live too far away, i can walk home by myself “ armin lies straight out of his teeth , clearly not doing it well judging by the look of your face . youre not convinced seeing as the whole reason why he’s here in the first place was because he was wandering alone.

“ id feel much better knowing that someone is walking you home , i dont want a repeat of what happened yesterday .” you bite your lip, now staring more intensely at the boy in front of you

Armin mentally groans ‘ damn you and your kindness, why cant you get the hint that he doesnt want to hassle you any longer ?’

“Well um … “ he pauses, intensely thinking of a solution that doesnt involve him burdening you guys any further when he hears some shuffling and then someone handing a phone to him. Armin looks up and green eyes stare back at him

“Do you have anyone you can call ? a friend maybe to come pick you up ? “ eren suggests , reading right through the boy

“ o-oh y-yes i do umm thank you , for your phone i mean “ armin scrambles to take the phone and calls his roommate , knowing for sure she is freaking out about his whereabouts

He hands the phone back to eren and shuffles his feet “ luckily she is around the area and can pick me up in 5 minutes , i can wait outside …” you ponder for a second at this suggestions , before ultimately nodding

“Yeah sounds like a solid plan , okay , here take this bag before you head out “ you hand it over and armin looks at you and tilts his head slightly “ its your clothes from last night , i washed them and folded them , oh and your bag is also inside “ you explain while he peeks at the contents inside grief striking his face

‘How much exaclty did you do for him , he’s the worst guest ever in history , throwing up all over your bathroom ‘ he cringes at the thought. He's definitely gonna think about this experience at night,when he reminisces about all the embarrassing moments he's had in his lifetime

“Thank you guys so much for all youve done , i really do appreciate it “ armin rubs at his nape laughing out softly “ well i should get going “ he goes to the entrance, hand on the knob

“Yeah absolutely no problem , take care pretty boy ! “ you say waving , smiling brightly when you see his cheeks flush once more , eren just nodding goodbye . he waves a small goodbye before leaving , closing the door gently . sighing in relief when he got out.

Armin walks out into the street and sure enough there is his roommate , waiting and the look on her face looks not so pleasantly happy .he knows what is going to happen. he opens the car door ready to hear her badgering soon enough

“Look , mikasa , i can ex-” not so shortly as he begins his sentence, she yells out

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOUVE BEEN ? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS WHEN YOU DIDNT PICK UP MY MANY PHONE CALLS ? ARE THOSE BANDAGES IM SEEING? “ armin winced at her reprimations, slowly sinking further into the passenger seat as she kept rambling, knowing that he has to face her wrath for the whole drive home .

he still has no clue as to what exactly happened last night, the only thing he can do is hope his memories would come back soon and clear up his many questions