#was already lightheaded from feeling bad and now I’m even more lightheaded

[reidology13]

we don't talk about it

Spencer Reid x fem victim!reader

cw: fluff, angst, attempted murder, drug use, drug addiction, hospitals, badly written withdrawal, bad parenting mention, gambling mention, set around season 4, that's it I think wc: 2.6k a/n: this is the first part of a fairly short series I have planned for the next while, hope you enjoy!

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You registered the blood before you felt the pain. The beat of the music pumped the blood through your veins, sweat hanging in the air alongside the cloying scent of perfume.

You popped a pill into your mouth, unsure what it was or where it had come from, stumbling over to the bar for a shot of vodka to wash it down. You’d just made it to the bar when a man shoved past you, hitting you roughly in the torso. You could tell something was off by the way that the pressure lingered after he had walked away. Your hand reached for the feeling, trying to figure out what was causing it, and found an odd, slightly sticky liquid soaking your dress.

You cringed, pulling your hand back to look at it, expecting to see nothing, the clear remnants of a sugary cocktail spilt on your dress. Instead, you were faced with a darkness painting your palms, and even then it took you a moment to realise what it was, the coloured lights altering its appearance. When you did recognise it, the pain still lagged, and you wondered if the plethora of drugs in your system were acting as an anaesthetic. 

You stumbled outside, growing lightheaded from the blood loss, holding your hand over the wound to stifle the seemingly endless stream of blood that flowed between your fingers. You flipped open your phone, about to call 911, when, finally, the pain hit. Something between the blood loss, the drugs, and the excruciating pain you were in sent your head spinning towards the ground, and the last thing you remembered before you passed out was the thought that you were never going to wake up.

.*☆¸•

You did, however, and when you regained consciousness, you were lying down in a hospital bed, the sharp, sanitised smell instantly recognisable. You had spent enough early mornings recovering from exceptionally dangerous highs to know your way around most of the hospitals in the Upper East Side with your eyes closed. Which, at the time, they were. When you did open them, you regretted it immediately, squinting against the blinding whiteness of the room in an attempt to see your surroundings. There was someone sitting next to your bed, a blurry figure that you were sure you had never seen before. You blinked repeatedly until your vision cleared slightly, and you were faced with a greasy mop of hair, underneath which might have been a man.

“You’re awake.” He sounded too relieved to be a stranger, and you momentarily questioned if you were suffering from amnesia. Then you saw the badge attached to his belt, which made a lot more sense as a reason to be invested in your wellbeing.

“What happened?” You rubbed at your eyes with a shaking hand, trying to ward off the headache that was already forming in the harsh light. You were surprised by how fine you felt, given the fact that your most recent memory was of being covered in blood. 

“Well, you were stabbed two days ago by a serial killer. You’re lucky, he’d been shooting his victims until now. He needed to be closer to his victims, and he made a mistake.” The man leaned towards you, his features growing clearer with proximity.

“Oh. Who are you?” You weren't quite prepared to process just how close to death you had really been just yet. Changing the topic seemed to be the only way to postpone the impending interview that would force you to face it.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, I’m with the FBI.” The way his voice went up as he spoke was a little bit annoying, and wasn’t doing anything to help the steady throbbing in your skull. Scratch your original plan of postponing the serious talk, you wanted to get everything over and done with as fast as possible so that you could get some rest.

“Well, I didn’t really notice at first, he knocked into me. I didn’t feel any pain ‘cause, fuck-” You groaned, a painful shiver running down your spine.

“Yes, they found GHB, cocaine, methamphetamines, and alcohol in your system. That pain you're feeling right now is withdrawal, something I’m guessing you haven’t felt before.” Despite his words, his voice carried none of the sympathy or disgust you would have suspected from someone like him. It didn’t feel like a judgement, but an acknowledgement of how hard it was: it was understanding.

“That… that makes sense.” Your thoughts were foggy, stopping just before they were fully formed, leaving incomplete puzzles with a single piece missing, words without any vowels. Enough that everything you said or felt was left wanting.

“Since you’re the only person so far to survive him, you’re the best witness we have. You’re also the most at risk.” He paused, and you took the chance to butt in, asking the question that seemed the most pertinent before you could forget it.

“What do you mean, ‘at risk’?” You grumbled, the roughness of your voice doing its best to cover up the genuine curiosity in your tone. This was a negotiation, no matter what he said, and you knew negotiations. If your father had taught you one good thing, it was that you never showed anyone your hand. Technically, at the time that hadn’t been metaphorical, he had been teaching you how to play poker at the ripe age of six.

“There’s a fairly significant chance that he’ll come back, try and finish the job. If he finds out you’re still alive, that is.” He said it like it wasn’t anything at all, like it wasn’t the most terrifying thing you had ever been told, just common sense. To him, you supposed it was.

“He’s going to try and kill me again?” There went keeping your cards to your chest. Whose voice was going up now, huh? To be fair, he hadn’t just been told that he was the target of a serial killer who had just landed him in the hospital by stabbing him.

“If you’re willing to do exactly what I say, then no.” His tone had gained a seriousness that it had been lacking before, and maybe that was what had been annoying you, because it was suddenly mostly bearable.

“And so, your plan is for us to…” You trailed off, painfully aware of your loss of footing in the conversation. Again, only one of you was coming down from a high while also healing from a stab wound, and you felt that it was deeply unfair of him to use your circumstances to his advantage.

“You and I would stay in an FBI safe house, working on the case and reporting any breakthroughs back to my team until they find and arrest him.”

“Safe house?” You baulked, “Like, stuck inside with you all of the time, no going out, no fun? That kind of safe house?” The thought of it sent a shiver of anxiety and apprehension through you. For one, you didn’t know this man, and you would be locked in a small space with him for who knew how long, you could only imagine all of the gross habits he had. He probably didn’t wash his hands after going to the toilet.

To be completely fair, you had snorted coke off of a public toilet roll holder before, so you couldn’t really judge him when it came to hygiene. That brought you to your second problem with the propositioned arrangement: any time spent in the safe house was time where you would be fully, stone-cold, sober. It wasn’t a feeling you were particularly accustomed with, nor was it one you wanted to be.

“If by ‘fun,’ you mean what I think you mean, then yes. Personally, I’m sure that we, if you agree to help, will have plenty of fun while we’re there. More importantly, I’m sure we will solve the case.” He spoke like he was trying to sell you something, like you really had a choice at all in the matter. Death or time in a house with some guy. The answer was pretty straight forward.

“Okay, fine, I’ll be your witness.” You conceded, hoping that your agreement would be enough to make him go away for a while. If you were going to spend the next however long with him, you would like to take the short span of time you had as a free woman and keep it to yourself.

He did, standing up and silently leaving the room, as well as you to your own thoughts. You hoped that they would report you as dead on the news, that they wouldn’t tell your parents what was going on. A little bit because you wanted to scare them, make them care about you for a moment. Mostly because it sounded fucking hilarious.

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You didn’t have to wait long for your answer, depending on what we’re going to consider a long period of time. It was only a few days that you spent in the hospital, but they were painful, and to be completely honest, fucking terrifying. It was like a four day fever, but with added muscle spasms, constant paranoia, and anxiety unlike anything you’d ever felt before. No matter how stretched out those days felt, the moment the time came to leave, it felt as though you’d only been given a few minutes to prepare yourself mentally. Spencer walked into your room on the third day, bringing with him two other people, one was a man you had never seen before, while the other was a woman you’d seen outside your room on your first day at the hospital. Well, technically, your third. Spencer introduced you, although you were sure they both already knew your name, and probably all of your darkest secrets. Then he turned back to you, gesturing to the duo as he introduced them.

“This is Aaron Hotchner and Jennifer Jareau. They’ll be our point of contact while we work on your case.” Aaron nodded simply, and Jennifer offered a wave alongside a short greeting.

“Hi.” You waved back weakly, your arm aching with the movement. Jennifer gave you a kind, if not slightly pitying, smile as you dropped your arm with a wince. She seemed nice, but you were glad that it wasn’t her you were sharing the safe house with.

“Call me JJ, I’m the media liaison with the BAU, so I’ll be in charge of keeping the media from endangering you by reporting your survival.” She took a few steps forward, standing directly in front of you, and you could tell she was expecting you to ask questions. Luckily for her, you actually had one.

“What will my parents get told?” You tried not to sound too anxious for an answer, knowing that she would assume you wanted them told the truth of your circumstances.

“Due to the fact that you're not a minor, we have no legal reason to tell them. So unless there are any extenuating circumstances we’re unaware of, they will be told that you are dead. I know that might be hard for-” You cut her off before she could continue to believe that either party cared about the situation.

“Good, I don’t want them to know.” You spoke bluntly, a clear statement, leaving no room for questions or misunderstandings. JJ stepped back, taking your words as her sign to leave.

The man didn’t speak, simply standing beside Spencer as the number of people in the room dropped from four to three. There was silence for a while, none of you willing to speak and break it. Eventually, Spencer must have decided it had been long enough, clearing his throat in that pointed way people think is subtle, and glanced over at the man – Agent Hotchner, you reminded yourself. 

“We’ll check in on you via phone calls regularly, so that you can update us on the case and tell us what you need delivered to the safe house.” Spencer had already told you that, but you didn’t say anything, just nodding and thanking him, “Please write down a list of things you want to be moved to the safe house from your apartment.” He handed you a notepad, along with a pencil, and you wrote down all of the basics you could think of, as well as a few less necessary items—well, that depends on the definition of ‘necessary’ we’re using, you value your sanity—including makeup, your violin, books, and a few other hobbies. You gave him the notepad back, before grabbing it again, scribbling down to include your iPod and your headphones. He looked over it, nodded, and walked out of the room without another word. You liked him.

When it was just Spencer and you left in the room, he came and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at you softly.

“How are you? You look a bit better than you have for the past few days.” He was being ridiculously nice and understanding, just like he had been since you’d woken up in the hospital. It made you feel even more guilty for yelling at him the day before when he had come into your room and asked how you were doing. You’d thought it was pretty obvious that the answer was ‘not good’ and made sure to tell him just that, in probably the meanest way possible.

“Yeah, I feel better.” You gave him your weak attempt at a grin, accompanied by a small wince because your whole body ached, that muscle deep ache that sinks its claws into your soul just to ruin your day.

“Good.” He smiled, tight-lipped and stilted, the kind that never appeared on a red carpet or magazine cover, but now that you’d seen it, you decided it definitely needed to.

“When are we going to the safe house?” You kept your eyes on him, waiting for an answer as you pushed yourself up in the bed, sitting with a soft grunt. 

“It should be fully set up by now.” He tapped his fingers against the paper thin sheets as he spoke, the constant movement slightly distracting. “Hopefully we’ll be able to go tomorrow after your personal items are moved in.”

“Perfect, this hospital is so not hot.”

“They do have a very good air conditioning system.” You tried—and miserably failed—to hold back a very ungraceful laugh at his words, deciding quite quickly that this was going to be an entertaining few weeks, if nothing else.

“That’s not what I meant.” You winced at the soft pain that reverberated through you alongside your laughter.

“Oh, um, what did you mean?” He was completely oblivious, and seemed rather embarrassed about the fact, you couldn’t help but attempt to comfort him.

“It means, like, something is bad. ‘Hot’ means it’s cool.” You figured any mentions of Paris Hilton would only further confuse him, given how pop culture blind he clearly was.

“Um, okay.” He gave you that awkward smile, waving as he stumbled towards the exit of the room. He looked like he was fairly used to not being in the know, and like that was something he was judged for fairly frequently. You felt a little bad, but more than anything you wanted to be alone, the headache from the previous days creeping back in. So you settled for just being as nice to him as you could, and letting him leave.

“See you tomorrow?” You smiled softly at the sweet face he made, halting on his way out the door to speak again, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“See you.”

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tysm for reading!!

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Joost??!!!!

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hi mari sweetheart

i can't get my mind off that sweetie pie han!

do you mind writing a dom jisung x f reader smut pls?

ty baby and I love you and bye bye

- a lovely soul 🍥

hi my lovee <33 u are just like me,,, i am always thinking of dom jisung tbh,,, of course heheheh. i love u moreee <3 ty for requesting!!!

𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

ೃ✧𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

⚘ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

⚘ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 （𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍，，，） 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾（𝗒𝗎𝗆！）， 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 （𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍），，，𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 （𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗎），，， 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾<𝟥，𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾，， 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅）， （𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾， 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾）， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀<𝟥

⚘ 𝖺／𝗇－ 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍，，， 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒． 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖡𝖠𝖣𝖫𝖸． 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾． （𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽）

jisung wasn’t doing it on purpose you were sure of it. he had that innocent smile planted across his face. his cheeks looks so cute but your can’t think anything “cute” when you look at your boyfriend right now.

him right after a workout always looked so good.. part of it could be that you were ovulating but even without ovulation you would be horny for him. the way he looked with his towel wrapped around his neck.

the sweaty strands of hair that are stuck to his head. you felt lightheaded while looking at him. your boyfriend greeted you sweetly.

“hi baby. what have you been doing?” he throws his towel into your laundry basket.

“nothing- missing you.” you signal for him to come to kiss you and he just laughs a little before making his way over to you.

“i’m all sweaty.” he says as he leans over you.

“i don’t care. you look sexy right now.” he laughs before leaning in to kiss you. he kisses you quick before pulling away.

“i need to shower baby- your gonna make me hard.” you just smirked as you grabbed his hand.

“good. that’s the goal.” you kissed him again and he responded back quickly. he was easily pleased with you.

“were you needy while i was gone?” he teased as he easily hovered over you now. you laughed a little as you nodded.

“need you to fuck me hannie.” he just pecked your lips.

“you couldn’t wait 30 minutes for my cock baby? i just got back.” he pretended to complain but you knew he didn’t really mind fucking you before showering. you took your clothes off under him to answer his question. leaving your boyfriend looking at you in awe.

“you need it that bad?” he tsks as he kisses your neck a couple times.

“so bad hannie. been thinking about it since you left.” you fake pout in hopes to get him to cave faster.

“oh yeah? who am i to keep you waiting baby.” he stripped himself aswell leaving you two naked next to each other. jisung spread your legs a little as you felt his fingers rub at your cunt. jisung’s breath was heavy against your neck as he rubbed your slit.

“i got you this wet already?” he collects your arousal onto his fingers with a smirk.

“mhm- hannie i need your cock.” he rubbed at your clit to pull moans from you.

“got to make sure i don’t hurt you first baby.” he knew that you have had sex without prep multiple times with him but he just wanted to tease you a little more. he fucked a finger into you quick. the sound of your arousal was loud and it had han smirking.

“i love you and your noisy cunt baby.” he whispered to you and it had you clenching around his finger. you leaned back to kiss him. the kiss got more rough the faster he finger fucked you. you pulled away as you felt his finger speed up.

“want to cum on your cock hannie.” you confess as you feel his finger slow down. he continues you to fuck his finger into you as he holds your waist.

“oh yeah? you think i should give it to you now? look so pretty like this.” he says into your skin but your can’t help but to feel impatient.

“just fuck me already.” he smiles into your neck as he pulls his finger from your cunt.

“i’ll give you what you want baby.” you felt his tip rub over your slit teasingly. the sudden feeling made jisung let out cute whimpers into your ear.

“put it in sungie.” you whined at him. you had enough of his teasingly and you just wanted him to fuck you with all his strength. your boyfriend laughed at you a little as you felt him start to push into you.

“how does that feel baby?” he asked as he stops half way.

“g-good please keep going. need it.” you say in a moan as you feel him bottom out before giving you shallow thrusts.

“w-wait i want to see you hannie.” your boyfriend grabs your leg and gets between them. he’s now hovering over you again. he is quick to start fucking you again. he grabs your thighs to hold your legs open.

“s-sungie- fuck.” your eyes are already rolling back in your head and he just started fucking you.

“keep saying my name baby. mmf-fuck just like that.” he loved the way you moved your hips to meet his thrust. he loved every single moan that left your lips. every noise making him hornier if that was even possible.

“my good girl. couldn’t wait for my cock huh? say it baby.” his thrusts were deep. he was taking his time to fuck you into the mattress.

“c-couldn’t wait for it- h-hannie.” he just smirked at you as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“yea? feels so fucking good.” his noises got more desperate the closer the two of you got.

“b-baby- i’m gonna cum for you. where do you want it?” he captures your lips quickly before waiting for your answer.

“inside h-hannie.” your brain goes crazy thinking about his cum inside you. jisung’s thrusts are hard and needy as you cum on his cock. your legs shaking as your climax washes over you.

“good girl. m-milking my cock.” the way he looked in this moment was insane. his head thrown back as his hips stutter. his blissed out face made you ready for another round. your mind filled with nothing but him as he came inside you.

his soft moans of your name and rambles of his dirty thoughts made you feel so good. hannie continued to fuck you through both of your highs. him becoming even sweatier now as he fell beside you.

both of you tired and panting. he kissed your head as he sat back up. you pretended to go back to sleep as you felt his gaze back over to you.

“baby- shower?” he asked you with a sweet smile.

“mhm let’s go- you almost put me to sleep.” you laughed at yourself as you forced yourself to get up. you were shocked at how tired you felt but one thing about your boyfriend is he knows how to fuck all your energy out of you.

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calling all the monsters pt. 1 -> your man is a downright monster & he isn't afraid to prove it -> choso kamo, kento nanami, satoru gojo +suguru geto

“are you s-sure?” choso gulps. his eyes are laser beams, focused on the beating pulse of your neck, the vein so prominently poking out, begging for his attention. somehow, he pulls his eyes away for long enough to meet yours, questioning, pleading. 

you bring your finger to his lip, pull it down ‘til the tip is sliding across his fang. “don’t you want to, cho?” of course, he does, damn it. but you don’t quite understand how much this is affecting him, how much it’ll affect you. he makes it a rule not to drink from humans: they’re so fragile, so breakable. you’re like a glass sculpture & he wants to both admire you & protect you. if he starts now, he’s not sure he’ll be able to stop. 

“I’m just—I just want this, want it really bad,” he exhales, voice shaky, eyes fluttering from your eyes to your neck, to your eyes again, “I’m sc-scared I'll hurt you.” 

you hum & nod, like you've already considered this possibility, & somehow you still want it. maybe you want it because of said possibility. 

“please,” you murmur, & his movement is instantaneous. it’s quite painful at first, the skin breaking slowly as he sinks his teeth into you, but the pain is replaced by something else. . .something warm & fuzzy & perfect. & it’s just too much, for both of you; he’s so lost already, mind empty of any thoughts other than need, need, need. he’s not even sure what it is exactly that he needs. you, of course. & you’re victim to the pleasure, too, falling almost limp in his nearly crushing hold, allowing him to roll your hips against his in a vacuous action, he’s not even conscious of his grip on your waist. 

your head lolls back, exposing more of your neck to him. the sensation is overwhelming, a heady mix of pain & pleasure that clouds your mind. you can feel the pull of each swallow, the way his throat works against your skin as he drinks deeply.

his fingers dig into your hips, surely leaving bruises, but you can't bring yourself to care. all you can focus on is the building pressure, the tingling warmth spreading through your limbs. you're dizzy, lightheaded, but it feels so good you never want it to stop.

cho makes a low, animalistic sound against your throat. his hips buck up involuntarily, seeking friction. you whimper in response, grinding down to meet him. the dual sensations of his mouth on your neck & the delicious pressure between your legs is driving you mad.

you’re sure you’ve had some sense in your life, but choso is slowly sucking that out of you, & really, you’re fine with that. 

kento nanami is picture perfect: reserved, attractive, & endlessly respectful. you’ve come to expect nothing less of the man. so the state of him, sweat pooling across his forehead & scalp, hands gripping the sheets next to your hand—nails shredding them so beautifully—the animalistic gleam in his eye as he’s bullying his fat cock into you is. . .unexpected, to say the least. you knew, albeit vaguely, that nanami was a werewolf, but it wasn’t something he talked about, obviously not something he was proud of; he was especially sure to keep you in the dark about that aspect of his life. you were so innocent, so small, he could just break you. & break you he does. 

“sorry, m’so, so sorry, can’t stop it, you just—god, you smell so good,” & maybe a more coherent part of your brain would find it odd that he keeps inhaling the side of your neck, but all coherency is lost as he hugs your chest to his, all but humping you into the mattress. 

your breath hitches as nanami's teeth graze your neck, a low growl rumbling in his chest. his hips snap forward relentlessly, driving deeper with each thrust. you're overwhelmed by the raw intensity, so different from his usual composed demeanor.

“just gonna fuck you full—please, take it, take my knot,” & you’re nodding, but that’s not enough for him, he needs you to say it. 

“wan’ you to cum in me, please,” & you’re clawing your pretty nails down his back as he hikes your legs up over his shoulders, hitting you way too deep. “cum inside, please.” he’s sure one of these days, you’ll be the death of him. until then, he can do nothing but fulfill your requests. 

something wild flashes in his eyes at your words. his movements grow more frantic, more primal. you feel the shift in him, muscles rippling beneath his skin as the wolf inside threatens to break free. nanami buries his face in your neck, panting heavily. 

“kento," you gasp, barely able to form words. “I need it.” a growl rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating against your skin. his teeth graze your neck, not quite biting but a clear threat—or promise. the dual nature of man & beast wars within him, & in this moment, the animal is winning.

“mine," he snarls, his voice rough & unfamiliar. “you're—fuck— mine.” his hips snap forward with bruising force, driving deeper than you thought was possible before stopping, allowing you both to reach your high, thick spurts of cum pressing against your cervix, threatening too much, & you cum around his meaty cock as the base of it continues to expand, until you’re sure you’re going to pass out. 

if this was what nanami was really like, you can’t say you’d complain. 

satoru & suguru were friends of yours. when you called they came. 

draping your legs over their shoulders, burying their faces in between your thighs, tongues fighting each other’s as they tried to make you feel good. demons are inherently selfish creatures, but satoru & suguru are anything but selfish when it comes to you. satoru’s a tease & he likes to abuse your poor clit, wrapping his lips around it & sucking until you’re crying. suguru shushing & humming at you, the sound muffled by your dripping cunt that he just can’t seem to pull away from. his tongue slipping in & out of you so easily, his gentle voice sending vibrations through you, hands slipping under your hips as you arch your back, too overwhelmed by their unending stimulation. 

“we just wanna make you feel good, don’t you wanna feel good?” is the shit satoru pulls when you’re squirming away from them, oversensitive & crying.  

your hips bucked uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy washed over you. grasping their hair, you ground yourself shamelessly against their eager mouths. pleasure built rapidly, your hips bucking against their faces. they held you firmly in place, not letting up for a moment. their enthusiasm was intoxicating—you could feel how much they were enjoying this too. their pleased hums vibrated through your core, stoking the fire building low in your belly. they like girls who take what they want, don’t gotta ask for it, we wanna give it to you, pretty girl,” suguru would say, sickeningly sweet. satoru’s fingers joined suguru’s tongue, curling to stroke that perfect spot inside you. the dual stimulation was overwhelming. with a cry of rapture, you came undone, trembling & gushing over their waiting mouths.

"that's it, cum for us," satoru murmured against your folds. the vibrations of his voice sent shivers through you. you were so close now, teetering on the edge. with a particularly skillful swirl of geto's tongue, you tumbled over. waves of bliss crashed over you as you cried out, your release flooding their eager mouths.

demons or not, satoru & suguru tended to be very selfless with their special girl. 

kinda lost the plot with all of these, sorry fam; I don't think kinktober is really my thing, but there's more to come, so hopefully I get better <3 did you like it? -> here's my masterlist -> want something more? ask me for it

[ayekittyk4t]

pollinate

pairing: plug eren x afab reader

desc: you always make decision with eren that are on a whim. whether it’s him taking you to get a tattoo or him filming you, it’s never a normal routine.

content warning: established relationship, tattoos, needles, petnames ( princess, baby, etc…), a little dry humping, filming, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, spit, one slap on da face, lmk if i’m missing any lol

an: y’all this a lil rusty but it’s okay i guess. i had to oil up this rusty ol machine, but i hope y’all enjoy. more plug eren and reader to come. even tho this really didn’t have anything to do with him being a plug. it’s just part of the series/ collections idk. take it as you will.

sometimes, you think about some decisions you’ve made and wonder how stupid they were. you’d lay there, dealing with the consequences of your actions and repeating what may have been the alternative route. all the what if’s that would’ve been your reality. however, now that you’ve made that decision, all you could do was think about such things. and at this very moment in time, you’re laying with a very permanent decision.

eren had said you’re a baby for whining. but he had plenty of tattoos in various places, so his word didn’t matter to you. you do suppose that this was your decision after all, so you sit with the pain with your eyes screwed shut. that is what you were repeating in your head as you fought through the last few minutes of your tattoo session.

a lotus flower. eren had once said you were his lotus flower. you had no idea what if meant, but it had stuck with you. he said that you were a beautiful lotus flower on a bright green lily pad, sitting on calm water. he’d say this to you once in a while. and on whim, you decided to get it tattooed on you tonight. right on your sternum.

what a bad decision, because you were in a lot a fucking pain.

“awe, my princess is a little weak.” eren teased, petting your head to calm you down. you opened your eyes, squinting from the bright tattoo studio lights and looked at him with annoyance. from where you were laying and where he was behind you, his big smile almost looked like a frown. you know eren all too well though, he’d never frown in your pain. more so smile in a peculiar pleasure.

the constant puncturing of the small needles in your skin had been a pain. along with the buzzing of the tattoo gun. your head began to throb, so you shut your eyes. eren noticed, seeing how your jaw clenched and the way you swallowed hard. and despite finding a freakish pleasure in your pain, his heart tinged with pain of his own. with that, he moved his fingers to your temples and started messaging them. instantly, you felt calm.

“you’ll be fine, (y/n).” he says low and smoothly.

“yea, because you done.” mikasa said excitedly as she turned off the machine.

you opened your eyes to be directly looking into erens. he smiled big, his canines peeking through. his hands then fall to the side and you’re already missing his touch.

the table you’ve now laid on for god knows how long begins to fuel your discomfort. you wiggle around a bit, lifting you hips to stretch. mikasa let’s you know to stay put as she cleans you up and applies the second skin to avoid any infections.

“you’re all done.” she exclaims with a big smile as she clasps her hands together in excitement.

upon those words, you sit up, zipping your sweater up just enough to leave some room to look at the lotus in the mirror. feeling somewhat lightheaded, you stumble a bit as you hop off the table. eren grabs a hold of your arm, saving you from a fall and hold you close to him. looking up at him, you smile as he leads you to the mirror.

standing in front of the mirror, you inspect the permanent flower on your body. mikasa captured you vision well, and you were so happy about it.

“you look beautiful, baby.” eren says, standing behind you. you smile to him in approval through the reflection of the mirror.

-

the candlelight flickered, soothing your heavy eyes to shut and fall to sleep. you’re tired, using eren chest as a pillow. you listened to his heartbeat and inhaled his scent. it soothed you even more.

then you do it again, inhaling louder. your stomach caves in from how deep you took in erens scent. holding your breath for a bit, you breathe out with a low hum.

“what are you doing?” he chuckles, looking down at where your head rested.

you shoot up, lifting yourself from your comfort, “i’m addicted to the way you smell.”

“you’re fucking insane.”

rolling your eyes, you sit up. unzipping your sweater to take a look at the new ink on your skin. you couldn’t stop looking at it. admiring it. showing it off every few minutes. you felt tough. this pain was nothing, you thought. you could get a ton of tattoos now.

“will you take a picture for me?” you say suddenly, looking at him with doe like eyes. maybe part of you knew eren wouldn’t want to due to the placement of the tattoo. but you’d thought it’d be different since you’ve been dating for a while, and he always took pictures of you.

he was your personal photographer after all.

eren squints his eyes at you, his tongue poking at his cheek, “why?”

“because i want to post it.”

“for who?”

your mouth drops, and you match his judging gaze, “for all the other men who want me besides you.” the attitude is apparent in your tone as you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“watch your tone.” he’s no longer squinting his eyes, his brows are now furrowed and he spoke with a slight irritation in his voice.

“for me. who else?” you poke his forehead, and eren shoos you hand away.

you catch onto his attitude, realizing he’s not playing around anymore. it wasn’t a joke to him. he was somewhat a bit upset at you. this always happened. eren is short tempered, but you’re patient for him. all you could roll your eyes, again, and move on with your night.

“fine,” you sit up, grabbing your phone off the side table by your bed. “i’ll take if myself-”

just as you were about to get off your bed, eren wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto him.

“hey,” you scramble a bit and get up, acting as if this wasn’t a normal occurrence with eren. but it was.

“don’t worry about it, baby. i’ll take them for you.” he grabs a hold to your phone in your hand, his other hand gripping to your waist and squeezing.

you frown at him, “i’m sorry. c’mon, let me take those picture for you.” he’s sitting up, resting his back again the headboard. you squeeze your thighs around him, trying not to tip over.

“you sure?”

“yes.” he said lowly, his eyes shifting from yours to your body. your cheeks heat up once he looks at you. no matter how long you’ve been with eren, you never stop to get nervous around him.

you feel his hands inch up and down, thumbs pressing circles into your stomach. he looks back into your eyes, and you blink like the flustered girl you were. he begins to unzip your sweater, covering you just enough so your chest wasn’t showing. eren pushes the sweater a little off your shoulders and you shift you hips a bit. you feel him harden below you.

with the phone still in hand, eren unlocks your phone to take a photo.

you straighten up, arch your back and lift your hips a little. click. he take the photo. resting back down into erens lap, you whimper as his hard on makes contact with your clit. he groans quietly, lifting his hips to hit that spot again.

“no, one more picture. i want a a lot to choose from.” your placing your hands on his stomach, pushing him into the bed and leaning forward. click.

“smile.” he laughs a little, watching you blush once again and snaps more pictures.

“take nice ones, eren.”

“i am, baby.” he shifts your phone to your face and you hear your phone ding, letting you know your being recorded.

“hey!” you whine, pushing the phone, “stop playing.”

“i’m getting impatient, princess.” he groans, eyes shifting to his hard cock. “you keep teasing me.”

erens tone gets a bit whiny. though, you should be slightly annoyed, you fun pleasure in this. the way his gaze on you is now hungry, but you’re in control. and the way he groans when you rub yourself on him and he’s thrusting up for more.

you’re stomach bubbled in anticipation. you wanted to keep going for your own pleasure, but something about seeing eren whine and beg for it excited you. you felt your cunt throb. this would be new.

dropping the sweater off your shoulders, you expose your tits to him, nipples hardening from the cool breeze of the night. he reaches out to squeeze your tit, grab his hand and place it back to your hip. the phone still in his hand recording.

“c’mon, princess. let me touch you.” he whines, lips quivering.

you smile, not saying a word but instead rocking your hips against eren. dragging your clothed cunt against his cock foward feverishly, and moving back slowly. you continue this for a while, fast then slow. teasing eren and yourself. letting out soft whimpers while doing so.

then, you stop. you lift your lips away from eren and all his pleasure is gone. he thrust his hips in the air trying to find satisfaction in that. but it’s useless.

looking at eren, you see he’s holding the phone to the sealing. reaching out, you adjust it just enough so you’d be in the view. you lower yourself on the bed, hooking your dainty fingers on the waist band of his pajama pants and pulling them down. as your free his cock, he groans as it slaps against his stomach. you shove two fingers in your mouth, letting spit drip down them to moisten his length. thick and long, his tip leaking precum. you spread your spit around the tip, wrapping your hands around him and stroking. with your free hand you, play with his balls.

“fuckin-”

eren is cut off as he feels your wet tongue drag along the length of his cock. you swirl your tongue on the tip before wrapping your plump lips around it, then he feels the warmth of you mouth take the entirety of his cock. slowly, teasingly, he feels you inch down to the base. your nose shoved up against him. you look at him and hallow your cheeks.

he looks down at you, and moans lewdly. teeth grinding, sucking in deep breaths, brows furrowed and cheeks blushing. the grip on your phone he has as tight, the white of his knuckles peeped through.

he huffed and frowned. your hair was covering your perfect face. with his free hand, he moved the hair out of your face, wrapping his hands enough to tug you back a bit. you let his cock slip out of your mouth, a sting of saliva connected you to him drips down your chin.

“don’t drop the goddamn phone.” you spat out, more salivia slipping past your mouth. you lick your lips and swallow hard.

god, you’re so fuckin’ messy.

“never, baby.” he rasps, tugging on your hair once again. you moan at that. it hurt so good that you felt slick drip from your cunt.

at that, you spit again on him, taking him back in your mouth. he hits the back of your throat and it stings, but it brings you bliss. shutting your eyes, you bob your head against him, sucking hard once you get to his tip. your fast, no longer teasing him. you had a goal and that was for him to spill inside you.

your hands moved at the same speed as your mouth. filled with your spit and his own precum, the slick just added to his pleasure. eren loved your messiness when you sucked his cock.

“so fucking good, princess.” eren says through his teeth.

you look at him, his hair dishealved and almost out of its tight little bun. he’s so close. his chest is rising and falling, and his breath is shaky. you only speed up noticing this, looking him in the eyes. taking him in fast, hallowing your cheeks harder and adding more pressure on tongue as you reach his cockhead.

“ah fuck-, fuck baby.” he thrusting his hips into you mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag, but inhale deeply through your nose and continue to reach your goal.

and in seconds a thick, warmth fills your mouth. eren groans loudly thrusting his hips so you get every last drop of his cum in your mouth. that salty, thick liquid coats your mouth. you release his cock from your mouth, pursing your lips together and swallowing hard. he’s a mess, chest rising and falling. you and him are warn down, but you take it into you hands to clean him up.

you lick your spit off the length of his cock and take his tip in your mouth on last time. you suck hard, releasing it with a pop. eren looks at you with a lust filled gaze.

“let me see.” he’s referring to his cum. he wanted you to take it all. eren releases his hand from your hair and grips onto your chin. he squeezes your cheeks and moves the phone to record the inside of your mouth. you stick your tongue out to prove you swallowed it all.

“good fuckin’ girl.” he gives you a small smack on your cheek in approval.

“now show the camera your pretty little tattoo.”

you listen quickly, sitting up above eren. the bed squeaks from your quick movements. you feel the slick between your legs drip down your thighs. eren moved the camera back onto your chest, he’s running a hand up to your chest and squeezes your tit. you didn’t care if he was touching you now. his touch ignited something in you. it always did. either way, you broke him down just a bit. at least for today.

“that’s my slutty princess.”

[suhkusa]

!! tw: anxiety attack

“Y/N?”

The voice pulls you out from your thoughts. It’s Coach Foster. You realize you haven’t paid attention to the past couple of points. 

You’re going to get in trouble.

You feel lightheaded as you grip tighter onto your pen, watching the match and continuing to jot down notes for the coach. You don’t know how many notes he’s expecting you to take. Don’t know if they’re supposed to be detailed, analytical, or just basic observations. You try to give a combination, but in turn scribble out a lot of the notes because they looked jumbled.

It’s the first time in a while that you’ve been this nervous. Usually you’re able to bury your anxiety and ignore it, but this time it’s actively affecting you. And it’s annoying.

Constantly checking your phone to see if Asu has replied to you is damaging your work ethic. It’s distracting. He said he’d be there ASAP, didn’t he? It’s just your luck that he isn’t here when you really needed it.

It’s getting warm. Hot, even. You’re not even layered up on clothes but you can feel your hands getting clammy around your clipboard and pen. 

You needed to get out of here. 

You’re anxious as you turn to the coach, even more so when you realize he and the co-coach are 100% locked into the game. It’s a practice match and you’re here trembling like a baby.

How embarrassing.

“Coach,” your voice doesn’t feel like your own, “Can- I mean may I go on lunch a little early, I feel lightheaded,”

His face scrunches up in worry, you made him worry.

“Yeah of course, be sure to drink water and let us know if you need anything,”

You just give him a curt nod before dropping your clipboard onto the benches and heading outside.

When you check the time you get scared, you couldn’t have waited 5 more minutes huh, Y/N? 

The cool breeze envelopes you as you step outside. Breaths you didn’t even know you were holding were coming out one after another. At first, they were normal and organized but then they suddenly became erratic and uncontrolled. Fuck, not now.

You collapse against a nearby bench as panic swallows you whole. You’re stupid, why are you even freaking out so bad? This is embarrassing, humiliating. You want to go home.

What even made you think this internship would be easy? They’re a D1 college volleyball team, did you really think it’d be fine and dandy? Another example of your dumb decisions getting you into a mess.

You’re not reliable at all.

Your vision is blurry with tears and you force your head down towards your lap immediately. God, just stop crying already.

You just love to make everyone worry about you, don’t you?

“Y/N,”

You jump at the voice, your breathing, tears and movements halting all at once. Fuck.

You’re swallowing back the lump in your throat, blinking away the tears and taking a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah?”

When you finally look up, fear washes over you as you’re basically face to face with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

So pitiful.

“Are you okay?”

You always hate when people ask that. Especially when you’re obviously not. It just makes you self conscious and think about why you were upset in the first place. 

Thankfully, the tears were slow as they fell, and while your breaths were still uncontrollable, they were definitely calmer.

His eyes widened and you’re nervous for what he’s about to say. He’ll probably just scold you again.

“Hey,” he’s squatting down to your level, “deep breaths, Y/N,”

Sakusa breathes deeply inwards then out, gesturing for you to follow his lead. You do.

Weirdly enough it helps.

“I noticed you were nervous earlier,” he noticed? Did others? “What happened?”

“I—” you don’t know. Not really, anyways. Sakusa notices your hesitance. 

“You don’t have to say if you’re uncomfortable,”

“Sorry, I’m just scared that- that I’m not good at this job. This internship plus my exams plus homework, it- it’s too much,” you take another deep breath, “You were right, I shouldn’t have signed up for this— I’m so stupi—”

“Don’t,” your eyes meet again, this time he looks so concerned, the authenticity scares you, “I didn’t mean what I said— I was an asshole, alright? You’re doing great, Coach was going over your notes before he released us for lunch and said they were so much more than he expected,” 

“Liar—”

“I’m serious,” Sakusa says, “and this is all new to you, of course it’ll be hard to balance but I know you’ll get used to it. It’s temporary, just remember that. Just a semester and you can go back to how it was,”

It’s scary how much his words reassure you. You didn’t even realize you had calmed down until now. 

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing,” you laugh off the awkwardness, wiping at your eyes, “Sorry you had to see that,”

“Don’t apologize,” he stands up, attention still focused on you, “Why don’t you come inside? Everyone was wondering where you were,”

Taking one last deep breath, you stand up with a smile, “Alright, after you,”

SECRET ALLIANCE — BREATHE

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NOTES.

y/n has been staying up late without telling anyone to study

she had a job in her freshman year but quit within a month because it was too much

she knows she shouldn’t be, but she’s a bit upset at Asu

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[fawnnpaws]

femming art what have u done to me...... completely demasculating him and then using his cock to make yourself cum I'm gonna go bonkers - his eyeshadow and mascara bleeding down his cheeks as you bounce in his lap hhhhhggughhgg

POPPY YEEWW GET ME

essentially making him a pretty doll for you to fuck aauurrr you do his makeup so pretty, pink blush and sparkly eyeshadow with lipstick to match, non-waterproof mascara that you bought specifically because you know it’ll run the second he gets teary eyed….. he’s such a crybaby you know it’ll be all over his pretty face almost as soon as it’s been put on. he wants to be good so bad, he lets you tie a pink ribbon bow around his neck and doesn’t complain when you take off the cute pink panties you’ve had on all day and tell him to put them on. how can he when he feels how damp they are with your slick, when he has proof of your arousal against his skin? his pretty cock drools all over them, his pre mixing with the essence of you until there’s a dark wet spot marring the baby pink fabric. his whole body flushes when you sit him down in front of your full length mirror with his back to your chest. you let your hands roam over his bare chest and stomach, the only thing covering him are your little panties, stretched taught against his straining dick. he tries not to look at himself but one of your hands grips his jaw and keeps his eyes forward.

“don’t be shy, baby, look how pretty you are.” you tell him, unashamedly groping his cock over the thin cotton with your other hand. “don’t you think i made you look pretty?”

he nods his head and his eyes nearly cross, but he keeps them focused for you. he has to be good. he needs you to tell him he’s good.

“say it for me, sweetheart. use your words like a big girl.”

“i- i’m pretty, you made me- made me look so pretty.” he’s getting lightheaded watching you touch him in the mirror. he squirms and tries to roll his hips into your hand. “fuck- fuckfuckfuck- can i have more? please? please! i’ll be so good- make you feel good!”

you lock eyes with him in the mirror and give him a smile that makes his stomach swoop. you shed the remainder of your clothes, then crawl around him and settle in his lap. he can feel the wetness from your bare pussy through his panties. “gonna make me feel good, huh? you gonna make me cum on this pretty angel dick?”

he looks up at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him and you swear you see him start drooling. you pull his panties to the side and let his dick spring free. it bobs for just a moment before you’re lining yourself up and sinking down on it. poor art’s eyes roll back into his head so hard he thinks he might have blacked out for a moment. you waste no time chasing your own pleasure as you start bouncing yourself on him, the sound of your hips against his and his balls against your ass filling the room with a lewd plap plap plap plap. his breathing is uneven beneath you, a stream of little whimpers and choked out sobs are being ripped from his throat and tears are streaking down his face. his mascara runs in thick black lines down his pink cheeks and he’s leaning up to try to kiss you. you duck your head and bite his earlobe before you speak. “can’t kiss you, baby, we’ll ruin your pretty lipstick.”

he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and whines. he looks a mess. once pretty eyeshadow is now smeared and blends in with the ring of black melted mascara around his eyes, his cheeks are stained with remnants of highlighter darkened by thick black tear tracks and tears that are still falling.

“‘s already ruined! please please- kiss me, need you, ‘m ruined- you ruined me- please mommy-” his tears keep falling and his makeup keeps smearing, so you give him what he wants. you tongue his throat and he takes it eagerly, planting his feet on the floor to piston his hips up into you. even in his fucked out state, one of his hands finds your clit and it’s not long before he feels your pussy choking his dick as you crash over the edge.

“oh fuck yesyesyes— cum for mommy, babygirl, c’mon- give it to me, give it all to me,” you moan into his mouth and he follows your command, pumping you full of hot cum and clawing at your body to get you as close as possible. you stay intertwined and panting as you come down together. when his dick has softened you slide off of him, but stay hovering above his lap. you move the panties back over his dick and swipe two fingers inside of yourself to gather some of his cum, then sit back down on his lap to let the rest drip out and soak his panties even more. you grin and run your cum covered fingers over his lips. “there, new coat of lipstick for you, baby.”

his eyes flutter shut and he lets his body fall backwards, flat on the ground, as his dick kicks back to life and he says, “you’re fucking evil.”

he loves it though <33

[holylulusworld]

Aahp (5) - Payback is a bitch

Summary: You end up being a pawn.

Pairing: Mobster!Andy Barber x fem!Reader, Mobster!Nick Fowler x fem!Reader, Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of character’s death, mafia business

A/N: It's been quite a while...huh....

Angel and her protectors masterlist

Part 4

“What are we going to do now?” 

The question hangs like a sword of Damocles over their heads. Ready to destroy everything they built over the years.

Fury will have their backs. But will their power and influence be enough to beat Ransom Drysdale, Alexander Pierce, and their lapdogs? You never know in their line of business.

“What not?” Bucky repeats his question. “If Pierce wants another war, we are fucked. We’re not prepared for a war.”

“You are not prepared,” Andy tuts. 

Bucky snarls at Andy. “What do you mean?” 

“While you and your brother were out there, playing hide the salami with as many girls you could find, Steve and I made sure our empire would remain.”

“Hide the…” Bucky snorts. “You know, for a man your age you sound like a gramps sometimes. Stop with your uptight crap. Man, we like to fuck. That’s not a crime.”

“It is, if you ignore your duties,” Andy is ready for a fight. He’s done being the responsible one all the time. “I’m not your dad, you know. I won’t do shit for you all the damn time.”

“You sure sound like my dad,” you yawn while walking inside the living room. While you rub your tired eyes and stretch your body, all eyes are suddenly on you. The shirt Nick gave you rid up, exposing more skin than intended. “He loves to talk about responsibilities and stuff too.”

Andy looks offended at your words. He furrows his brows and puts his hands on his hips. “I’m not that old! Even if I sound like your dad, I’m not like him.”

“I know,” you hastily say, not wanting to anger one of the men keeping you safe…or hostage. You still don’t know if you can trust them. “My dad doesn’t wear a beard nor a gun.”

“That's not a gun. Andy's just happy to see you,” Nick throws in, making all of you laugh. “Andy’s just too shy to admit that he likes a pretty girl like you.”

“Fowler,” Andy grits his teeth. “This is not the time for bad jokes and childish behavior. We are close to a war with not only Drysdale but Piece too. Get a hold of yourself and stop flirting with that girl!”

“What if you'd just let me go?” You murmur, afraid to cause more trouble. “If Ransom is made because you keep me here, we can solve the problem that way. Right?”

“He’s not mad because you are here, Pookie,” Nick gently cups your face. “He’s an asshole first grade. Your ex-fiancé killed his grandfather and took over his business. Now he’s mad with power.”

“Oh—” you hum. “I forgot for a moment that I mean nothing to Ransom.” You give Nick a cracked smile. “What do you want to do with me now?”

“My sweet pookie will stay with me,” Nick declares before anyone else in the room can answer. “I won’t let that bastard hurt you, Y/N.” He whispers your name. 

Andy rolls his eyes. Of course, Nick had to take the chance to hit on you again. “Nick, can you just not? We have urgent things to discuss. You can get your dick wet later.”

“ANDY!” Steve, Bucky, and Nick hiss in unison. “Can you just not ruin any chance we have with Y/N?”

You feel a little lightheaded when the three of them look at you. Uh-oh. They meant what they said. “I-I kind of feel flattered, really…but…uh…I don’t think I can handle four guys. One was already too much to handle.”

Bucky smirks at his brother. “Did you hear, she wants all of us? I knew she was a wildcat and a dirty girl.”

“That’s not what I said,” you sigh. It feels like they don’t even listen to you. Bucky and Steve smirk while Nick possessively wraps his arm around your shoulders. 

Andy on the other hand tries to ignore the pull toward you and to on the upcoming war he tries to prevent from happening. “We should focus on Piece and Drysdale. What are we going to do about their bond?”

“Distrust,” you throw in to get their attention. All eyes are back on you. “You said they want to form a bond and work together. If they do not trust each other, you can use that to your advantage.”

Steve nods thoughtfully. “That’s not the worst idea. Distrust is the poison ruining any relationship. We should try to break their partnership before it can bloom.”

“Can I go then? If Ransom is not interested in me any longer, you have no reason to keep me here. Please just let me go.”

“Pookie,” Nick presses a soft kiss to your temple, “Ransom believes you are with us now. He’ll hurt you only to get to us. We cannot let go. It’s for your own safety to stay with us.”

“Yes or no. Can you fake the footage for us, Jensen,” Andy grunts. “We need to trick these bastards. If Pierce believes Ransom tries to fuck him over, he will end up dead.”

“Let me work my magic. After I’m done with the footage you gave me, Alexander Piece will believe that Ransom tried to conspire against him.”

“Call our problem solver,” Andy raises his hand to stop Steve from talking back. “I know, I know. You don’t like Hansen but he’s reliable. I want him to fake an assassination attempt on Pierce.”

“I didn’t say a word,” Steve shrugs. “We reached the end of the rope. If we don’t want to fight on two frontiers, we must outsmart Drysdale and Pierce.”

Andy smirks. For once his brother gave in without a fight. “Jensen, I want you to open an offshore bank account and transfer money onto Hansen’s fake account. Make it obvious that Ransom transferred the money to pay the killer.”

“If we get rid of them, can I focus on winning my Pookie over?” Nick grins. “I know she wants me to take care of her. She’s too sweet to face this cold and cruel world on her own. I need to protect her.”

“We,” Andy corrects. “We all agreed on taking care of Y/N. She will stay with us. For now, we need to focus on taking Pierce and Drysdale down. 

“Payback is a bitch,” Bucky smirks. “I can hardly wait to watch Drysdale fall. He deserves to end up in the gutter…”

Part 6

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[btsficsandsuch]

hi! so, i was thinking, maybe a yoongi x reader where the reader is overall a physically weak person,, not that she can’t do stuff but more like she’s frail and things and with the summer and the heat she often feels tired and dizzy— so one day yoongi comes home from a bad day and just finds the chores undone or the dinner’s not ready, or maybe something like that and just blames her for being ‘lazy’ but then she actually tries doing something and almost faints- idk, smth like that! thank you and take your time,, also stay hydrated with the heat and stuff :)

Hope this is okay! Sorry it’s been a few days. I haven’t been feeling great myself. This heat is brutal!

Smoke Alarm

This heat was absolutely killing you. To make matters worse the air conditioning in your apartment was broken and no one could come out to fix it for another week. You tried to do a couple chores around the house but with the heat and humidity you instantly started to feel dizzy and nauseous so you laid in bed with the fan on you trying to cool down. The thought of having to turn on the stove to make dinner in this heat made you sick so you decided that it would be a perfect day to order some takeout. You just had to wait for your boyfriend Yoongi to come home and find out what he wanted to order.

Somehow even in the heat you managed to fall asleep and take a nap but you were woken up when you heard a slamming door. You knew Yoongi must be home and it sounded like he had a bad day. Following the sounds of the slamming you found Yoongi in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets slamming each one after coming up empty. “Hi Yoongles, How was your day?”, you say timidly trying to test the waters and see just how upset he was.

Your boyfriend turns around and glares at you, “Busy. I have a lot going on. Unlike some people apparently.” You bite your tongue telling yourself he’s just hot and cranky. “I’m sorry your day was so bad. Do you want to tell me what happened?”, you say reaching out to him. He moves out of your grasp. “No Y/N I don’t want to talk about it. I wanted to come home and eat a nice home cooked meal and take a shower and relax but I can’t do that since you couldn’t bother to cook anything. What did you even do all day? It doesn’t look like anything was done around here.”, he replies. Trying your best to stop the tears from falling you reach out once again, “You’re in a building with AC all day. It’s nice for you. You know I can’t handle the heat as well as you do. It’s really hot Yoongi and it’s miserable trying to do anything when the air conditioning isn’t working.” He rolls his eyes before grabbing an apple and storming off to his studio.

Sitting in the kitchen you were starting to feel bad. He had clearly had a terrible day. You knew you didn’t have to do it and Yoongi had told you many of times before this that he didn’t expect you to sit at home and be a housewife but you always enjoyed cooking and cleaning and having a nice home for him to come home to. It was how you showed love.

Looking through the kitchen you found some ingredients to put together a quick dinner deciding that maybe some food will make the both of you feel better.

Within a few minutes of the stove being on you could already feel the temperature in the kitchen rising making your vision blurry. You took your time slicing the onion making sure you don’t cut yourself. The longer you stood by the stove the worse you felt so you decided to walk over to the sink and grab a cool drink of water.

Yoongi had only been in his studio for about 15 minutes and he realized what you meant by it was miserable. He was soaked in sweat and lightheaded. Now he understood why you didn’t want to do anything. He had spent so much time at the company building that had a working ac that he didn’t realize just how miserable it was spending time in the apartment since he had only been there for a few minutes here and there since the ac broke. He knew you didn’t do well in the heat and he started to feel terrible for talking to you like that. You were his girlfriend not his maid. He decided he was going to apologize and the take you out to dinner to get some food in you and get you out of the heat for a while. He was shaken out of these thoughts when he heard a loud whistle going off. It took a moment but then he realized it was the smoke alarm in the apartment.

Yoongi quickly ran into the kitchen finding a pan with burning pork belly and smoke pouring out. He turned off the stove and placed the pan in the sink turning on the cold water before quickly opening the window to let the smoke out. This wasn’t like you at all. You were an amazing cook and you would never just walk away and leave the food unattended. He was finally able to get the smoke alarm to stop and after looking around that’s when he found you. You were passed out on the ground with broken glass and water around you head. His heart felt like it was going to explode.

He grabbed a couple towels and using one to push the glass away from you and the other he soak with some cool water and wrapped it around your neck. “Y/N please wake up. Please. I’m so sorry for what I said. This is all my fault.” He started reaching for his phone to call for medical assistance when he saw you start to stir. “Yoongi, what happened?”, you asked confused as to why you were on the floor. “You passed out at some point. The food burned and it set off the smoke alarm.”, he said while slowly helping you to your feet and walking you to the couch facing one of the large fans towards you. He came back and handed you a cold bottle of water before taking a seat next to you.

“Why would you do that Y/N,? If you didn’t feel good you should’ve said something. I was so worried. What if something happened to you? What if I wasn’t home and the place caught on fire and you were unconscious? You could’ve been really hurt or even worse.”, he said looking to be on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you something for dinner.”, you whispered. Shaking his head he continued, “No I’m sorry. For everything. I had a horrible day and came home and took it out on you. I in no way ever expect you to cook or clean for me. Especially if you’re not feeling well. I’m a grown man and can take care of myself. I should be cooking for you anyways.” “Oh I better get the fire extinguisher ready.”, you quipped. “Hey I’m not the one that almost burned down the apartment today now am I?”, he questioned with a laugh trying to avoid the light punch you threw to his arm.

You leaned into his embrace for a moment before becoming uncomfortably hot. “I’m sorry, I’d love to cuddle you right now but it’s just too miserable.”, you said pushing away from him.”Yeah it really sucks in here.”, he signed. After a few moments of silence he began looking through his phone and after a few clicks he got up and reach his hand out to pull you with him. “Where are we going?”, you asked confused. “I’m not letting you stay here in this oven any more. We’ll stop and get dinner somewhere and then I rented us a hotel for the next week so that you’ll be comfy in the air conditioning.”, he said grabbing your hand.

The two of you packed some clothes and were getting ready to leave when you stopped and looked around. “What’s wrong babe?”, Yoongi asked. “I just feel so gross and I don’t want to go to dinner smelling like sweat. I want to shower but I hate the cold water and it’s too hot for a hot shower.”, you said with a pout. Yoongi walked over wrapping his arms around you, “Well Y/N we could take a cold shower TOGETHER. I’ll warm the water up for you.” Looking up at his smirk you rolled your eyes before taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower didn’t sound too bad after all.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Six: Frottage - Seungmin/Hyunjin

Tags: Dom/sub undertones, light feminization (Seungmin calls Hyunjin "princess"), dom!Seungmin, sub!Hyunjin

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“Fuck, hyung,” Seungmin groaned as Hyunjin attacked his neck wet kisses and soft nips. His fingers clenched the fabric of Seungmin’s shirt and he rutted his hips against his thigh in desperation, little whines and high pitched moans leaving his open mouth as he did so. “What’s got you so desperate?” 

“Just– hah –haven’t gotten you in a while. Need–need you. Need to get off so bad. Seungmin, Seungmin–” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, Princess,” Seungmin said with a soft hum and Hyunjin whined in response. He rubbed soothing circles over Hyunjin’s back as he rolled his hips along his thigh. He could feel Hyunjin’s hard cock dragged along him through the fabric and it was making his own dick harden so fast he felt lightheaded with the blood rushing south.  

“What do you want? We don’t have a lot of time,” he said, and there was a tinge of disappointment in his tone. They’d been so busy lately there had been no time to do anything at all together, so honestly it was no wonder Hyunjin was so desperate. Seungmin was desperate too. He just wouldn’t admit it. 

“Just wanna–” Hyunjin cut himself off with a moan as his hips jerked forward again and Seungmin hushed him. “Can we–can we just–can we get off together? Wanna feel you just–” 

Seungmin loved it when he got to the point where he was struggling to get his words out. He could get so incredibly needy and whiny and it made his stomach buzz with arousal and his heart sing with love. “You wanna rub your pretty cock against mine, Jinnie?” he asked, a smirk creeping onto his face. 

Hyunjin moaned and dropped his head to Seungmin’s shoulder, nodding his head rapidly. 

“Yeah, yes please, please. Please sir,” Hyunjin begged. He mouthed as Seungmin’s shoulder and Seungmin’s eyes fluttered shut for a second as he took in the sensation. 

“Alright then baby, let's take your pants off you then,” Seungmin said. He was sad to have to move Hyunjin away from him but he knew the results would be worth it. 

Hyunjin stepped back just enough for Seungmin to help him undo his pants and pull them past his hips. Hyunjin pushed them the rest of the way down and stepped out of them and then he tugged off his shirt. His cheeks turned red as Seungmin’s eyes ran over his long, bare legs, and then flicked up to his crotch where his cock was so hard it was hanging with the weight. Seungmin licked his lips and fixed Hyunjin with a hungry gaze. He couldn’t be blamed. Hyunjin was delectable . If he could, Seungmin would take so much more time with him, really getting a taste of him. But it would have to wait. 

“Aren’t you just the prettiest?” he asked with a hum, reaching out to rub Hyunjin’s hip. Hyunjin almost stumbled at how fast he melted from Seungmin’s simple touch and praise. “Cute.” 

Hyunjin’s lip quivered with a whimper and he put his hands on Seungmin’s shoulders to steady himself. “Please, sir. I can’t wait.” 

“Alright, I’m sorry baby.” He leaned forward and pecked Hyunjin’s lips. He normally liked to tease Hyunjin a bit, get him so worked up he was crying and begging for his cock. But now wasn’t the time. They were both pent up and he could tell Hyunjin just needed the intimacy of being close to him. 

He pulled down his own pants along with his boxers, tossing them aside somewhere in the room. As soon as his legs were bare, Hyunjin was on him again, not even allowing him to pull off his shirt. He tossed his arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a fervid kiss and Seungmin melted into it. It was more tongue and teeth than anything but it was still so good. Seungmin groaned and tangled a hand in Hyunjin’s long black hair. Hyunjin was already rutted against him, rubbing their hard cocks together as he kissed him. His senses were filled with nothing but Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin . He was tasting him, their tongues and lips sliding together with feverish kisses–his moans filled his ears and each sound sent pulses of warmth through his stomach and his cock–and he could feel him absolutely everywhere. 

They stumbled back until Seungmin’s legs hit the bed and he fell back with Hyunjin’s body on top of him. Hyunjin moaned desperately as he rolled his hips forward and his cock slid against Seungmin’s. His cock was wet with precum and Seungmin was sure his was too. It made the slide easier and created an embarrassingly lewd, slick sound. It only intensifies the burning fire in his gut. 

“S-Seungmin–hnngg, Seungminnie , sir– ” Hyunjin whined. Seungmin bit his lip and clenched his fists. Fuck Hyunjin was so–

“That’s it, Princess,” Seungmin said through gritted teeth. He rolled his hips up to meet Hyunjin’s movements and Hyunjin’s breath hitched. 

“Yes, yes .” Hyunjin mewled as their cocks dragged together in a frenzied, sloppy rhythm. It wasn’t coordinated or all that smooth but the friction was so good. He was delirious with pleasure. The heat of Hyunjin’s throbbing cock pressed against his between their bodies made his breath catch in his throat. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Seungmin groaned. Hyunjin moaned breathlessly and his chest heaved as he clung to Seungmin’s shirt. His pupils were blown and there was a drop of drool running down from his parted lips. Seungmin didn’t deny himself and listened to his urge that told him to kiss Hyunjin again. He wrapped a hand around the back of Hyunjin’s neck and captured his lips, groaning into his mouth at the way it made Hyunjin’s hips stutter. 

“ Mmfh ,” Hyunjin moaned into his mouth. Seungmin tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and a shiver went down his spine at the whine it pulled out his Hyunjin. He bucked his hips up at the same time he ran his tongue along Hyunjin’s bottom lip and Hyunjin gasps. 

“ Ahh ,” he sighed, eyes rolling back slightly.

Seungmin smiled against his mouth and slid his hands down Hyunjin’s smooth back to grab his hips. He began to guide the rolls of his hips with his own thrusts so that their cocks would glide together with more of a rhythm. Hyunjin arched his back and let out a sound between a sob and a moan. He let Seungmin guide him without any resistance–he always loved it when Seungmin took total control of everything in the bedroom, even his movements. Despite being such a good dancer, once he got needy and desperate like this, all coordination was gone. 

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss for a moment to breathe and he licked his lips. He looked wrecked even though all they were doing was grinding against each other. “S-so good. ‘M gonna come soon,” he mumbled. Seungmin could feel the way his muscles tensed against his body and he dug his fingers into his hips. 

“Me too,” he said, surprised at how breathless his own voice sounded. “You can come whenever you want, Jinnie. You’re doing so good.” 

Hyunjin keened and nodded. “I’m good, I’ve been good for sir, been so good,” he babbled. Seungmin wet his lips and inhaled sharply. Hyunjin was going to be the death of him. He couldn’t wait until they had more free time so he could really take him apart. 

It wasn’t long before the movement of Hyunjin’s hips became a little more frantic again, even going against the hold Seungmin had on him. Seungmin let him this time, allowing him to chase his release as he lifted his hips to meet Hyunjin’s. He was just as needy as Hyunjin was, no matter how much control he displayed. 

Hyunjin dropped his head to Seungmin’s chest and moaned sweetly in his ear. His hips began to stutter and his moans became louder. “I’m– ah – sir , Seungmin-ah, ahhh , I’m gonna come I’m–” Hyunjin let out a choked moan and he pressed himself closer to Seungmin as he cock twitched between them. Seungmin continued rolling his hips in a languid motion as Hyunjin spilled his cum all over their stomachs, dirtying Seungmin’s shirt. 

“That’s it, Princess, fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Seungmin groaned. The wet squelch of cum filled the air as Seungmin grinded into Hyunjin’s spent cock. Hyunjin’s eyes glistened with tears from overstimulation and he let out little whimpers, but Seungmin knew just how much he loved that feeling. 

Only a few more moments went by and Seungmin was feeling the tell-tale signs of his orgasm. His stomach tightened like a spring and heat coiled deep inside of him. The pleasure going up his spine was electrifying. All it took was one little movement from Hyunjin and a whispered, “Please, I wanna see you come, sir,” for Seungmin’s mouth to fall open in a silent moan as his hips jerked up and he came all over himself and Hyunjin. 

“Shit,” he muttered. He ran a hand through Hyunjin’s sweaty hair and Hyunjin looked at him with a lovesick smile. “You were so good for me, sweetheart,” he praised. Hyunjin’s smile brightened. 

“You made me feel so good. Always treat me so good.” He sighed happily and wiggled around a little so he could rest his head on Seungmin’s chest comfortably. 

Seungmin’s heart swelled as he looked at him but he cringed at the same time at the feeling of their sticky cum clinging to his body. Not to mention his wet shirt. “Jinnie, we need to clean up. I am not sleeping with both of our cum on me and this gross shirt sticking to me.” 

Hyunjin whined and shook his head. “Just another minute.”

Seungmin sighed softly and looked down at him with a fond smile. “Fine, whatever. One more minute. Then we’re taking a nice, hot shower.” 

“Sounds perfect,” Hyunjin slurred. His cheek was smushed up against Seungmin’s chest and the sight made his heart flutter. 

“Alright. Setting the alarm for one minute.” 

“Aish, Seungmin, now that’s just rude!” 

Seungmin just laughed. “Shh. You’ll be fine, baby. Later, we can spend the whole night cuddling.” 

And they did. 

[magnoliacharmed]

I’ll Show You A Winner

(not my gif!)

18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 1,282

Tags: Referenced drug use (cocaine), Referenced alcohol use, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, face slapping, voice kink, scratching, biting, bruises, condomless sex, reader is a total bitch, Shawn is mean

Summary:

Shawn gets mean with you after you make fun of him for losing a match.

Author's note: haha... yeah

“Aww, are you mad Shawn? Gonna cry about another lost match? God, you’re such a pussy sometimes.”

“What’d you say?”

“I said that you’re a crybaby. Mad that the world doesn’t always revolve around you. Guess all that politicking with Vince didn’t work, huh?”

“Hmm.”

“Didn’t wear your prettiest earrings to his office?”

Suddenly Shawn’s weight engulfed you into the plush mattress. Man he could move fast. His face was splotchy red after the last few hours you two spent drinking and snorting cocaine. It was a poor choice for the night since he was already in such a sour mood. As the hours passed by, he got angrier and angrier. The way you were picking at him wasn’t helping either.

“Some man you are.”

Your noses touched and his light smattering of facial hair scratched against you as he stared into your eyes. His breathing was heavy, so heavy you would’ve thought he just got done in the ring. The way his head cocked to the side made a warning sign flash in your head. The bull was being prodded too much. You didn’t have time to get another insult ready when Shawn’s hand clenched hard into your hair. It felt like he was going to tear it out with how strong his grip was. The pain radiated through your head and neck in a strangely delicious way.

“You wanna see what kinda man I am, honey? I’ll show you.”

Shawn’s breathing quickened as he moved his free hand down to unhook his belt. Just as soon as his pants were down enough, he hiked your dress up to your waist.

Your lips moved in a whispered frenzy by his ear, blond locks of his wavy hair shielding the rest of the room from you. “Can you even get it up, cokehead?” Your laugh was mean… and just the slightest bit panicked.

“Keep talkin’. I’ll shut you up soon enough.”

Shawn’s voice lacked the passion it usually had when he was pissed. You knew that when he was yelling and screaming it would pass pretty shortly. He just needed an outlet. When he was truly upset though? His already deep and raspy tone got even lower. It made your panties flood and your eyes widen. You were really in for it now.

With an aggressive push into you, Shawn began to thrust against your walls. You weren’t quite as prepared as usual, so your voice exclaimed out with a squeak. He continued to stare in your eyes with a look that was miles past angry. There was determination flowing through his veins to win. He couldn’t succeed in the ring tonight, that much was true. But he could make you shut up and could definitely make you come.

Your own hand flew up to grasp at his hair with force. Two could play that game. The feeling of you being so close to pulling it out made him go harder inside you. made him feel alive even more so than the coke. His neck strained as he reached down to kiss you roughly with no warning. Your muscles tightened around his length when his teeth bit your bottom lip.

“You like it when I’m rough, don’t you? Such a slut for me.”

Shawn shook his head in disappointment, but you both knew that he was loving this. His accent, that Texan drawl that made you melt, was especially heavy when he spoke. He could be as harsh as he wanted— as long as he kept talking you through it.

Before you could respond back, Shawn released his grip from your hair and instead wrapped his hand around your neck. You gushed below him, wet sounds filling the room when you adjusted your legs to surround his waist. You got a little dazed and lightheaded at the lack of air you were getting. Mirroring him, you decided to choke him back. It was too bad you weren’t strong enough to put as much pressure on his neck as he had on yours, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. The slight squeeze you could give was enough for him to groan loudly above you.

Your vision darkened around the edges. Shawn was pounding you into the mattress while he continued to restrict your airflow. You did your best to grind into every one of his forceful thrusts, your clit shooting bolts of pleasure through you whenever it brushed against him. He smiled at you in that cocky sort of way he liked to whenever he was winning. You got some air back when he moved your head up to angle more at him. He was fucking the bitchy resolve right out of you, tears building at the corners of your eyes at how he stretched you out.

“And look who’s crying now! It’s so pathetic it’s cute.” His cruel voice rumbled and reverberated through your body in hedonistic bliss.

Shawn used his other hand to grab your jaw and hold you in place. He was much stronger than you and your body was beginning to get weak at the impending orgasm threatening to wrack through you. Those soft blue eyes of his were crazed when he stuck his tongue out. You immediately stuck yours out too to swirl around his lewdly, hoping he’d push you into another kiss. Despite everything he’d been doing to you, this felt the most inappropriate.

That was until he slapped you.

It wasn’t very hard at all. It was more of a surprise than anything. Shawn immediately caressed the stinging skin of your cheek, then rubbed the pad of his thumb against your bruised bottom lip. With little force he pushed his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. You did so gratefully with a dumb sort of expression on your face.

A mocking sigh breathed from his lips. “You disgust me.”

Stars began to overtake your vision before your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands pawed at his back in desperation. The deep scratches you were leaving weren’t your problem. He could just keep his shirt on the next time he had to be on TV. With every claw mark up the expanse of his well toned back Shawn’s movements stuttered even more. The way you looked at him right before you came, so innocent and doe eyed, sent him right past the edge and over the moon. Shawn filled you with his come until his entire body fell limp above you. It took the last little bit of energy he had to unwrap your legs from around him and roll over to the other side of the bed.

Both of you laid on your backs and breathed heavily into the open air. You felt Shawn shift beside you to stare at your heaving chest. Your cheek didn’t look too bad, but your bottom lip was puffy and your neck was bruised. Your hair was a bird’s nest above you from the pulling. Shawn wasn’t in great shape either. The scratches on his back actually hurt down now that the adrenaline was fading. The alcohol and coke made his face bloated and a headache form at his temples. He was pretty sure that strands of his already thinning hair were pulled out from the way you grabbed at him. Your nails dug marks into the side of his neck that were hard to look at.

In the end, none of that mattered. He won.

“Fuck, Shawn. That was amazing.” Your voice was laced with awe.

“Of course it was, honey.”

“That’s cause you’re the best.” You dragged yourself over to lay against his chest, drowsiness pulling you down into a deep sleep.

“Damn straight.”

[itszazouu]

safe besides you (sakusa kiyoomi x sick reader)

genre : hurt/comfort

character : timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi, gender neutral reader

warnings : mention of throwing up, sickness, insomnia, crying, loneliness

plot (established relationship): as you feel like getting sick you can’t help but miss your boyfriend who is away with his volleyball team for a major encounter. you try to deal with it on your own, but you feel way more safe when Kiyoomi is besides you 

   You feel lightheaded as you make your way back home. 

It was a long day at work and now you feel even worse. Before walking back home you made a quick stop at the nearest mall in order to buy groceries for tonight’s dinner and some medicine to relieve your pain.

Kiyoomi isn’t here tonight, like every other night this week. He is abroad with his volleyball team for the most important games of the season. He might come home during the dead night or maybe in the early morning.

You miss him, even though he called you every night during this week. Just when he’s about to begin his day and you to end yours. You miss his steady presence, his soft kisses when he thinks that you’re still asleep, his always so soft and genuine gestures toward you. You miss his soft smiles and loving eyes, his warm and comforting embrace, his dark and messy hair… Yeah you miss him. 

Tonight isn’t an exception. You open the front door only to face the silence of your shared house… ugh, you just need to eat, take your medicine, and go straight to sleep. 

As you make your way to the kitchen in order to put away your groceries, you feel like throwing up or fainting, maybe both at the same time. 

Crap, this is worse than you were thinking. You do the rest of the chores, because you know that an exhausted Kiyoomi would prefer coming back to a clean home, and decide to skip dinner. You’re feeling too nauseous anyway. 

 As you make your way through your bedroom, after taking some medicine, your phone vibrates. 

This is a message from Kiyoomi.

9:45 pm  Kiyoomi : hi, how are you doing tonight ?                                              how was your day ? 

9:46 pm  you : I’m fine honey thank you. Aren’t you on the plane already ? 

9:51 pm  Kiyoomi : good                                                                                      no, we will get on board in 10 minutes 

9:58 pm  you : oh okay then, I made dinner, it is in the fridge for you to heat up  when you’ll  come back 

9:58pm  Kiyoomi : thanks darling, you should go to sleep I won’t be home      before  late                                                                                                              I love you

9:59 pm you : yes, don’t worry kiyo, I love you too

You put your phone on the bedside table and slide under your bed sheets, desperately trying to warm yourself up and to fall asleep. You need rest, you know that, but you can’t help yourself from feeling lonely in your king sized bed, without the warm body of Kiyoomi. You sound so pitiful right now, but you’re sad and you need the raven haired boy. Even though you know that being sick won’t be very appealing for him and his fear of germs. 

Yes, through the years of dating him you grew accustomed to his fears and habits and he tried his very best to open up to you concerning those matters but that doesn’t mean he likes it when you’re sick. Because he loves you and seeing you in pain isn’t something he particularly appreciates and because who likes being near sick people anyway… 

You toss and turn in the bed. It is almost midnight and you feel worse than before. Cold sweat runs along your back and your head is spinning like crazy. You get up from bed and go to the bathroom in order to freshen up a bit. 

After splashing some cold water on your face, you go back to bed and decide to text Sakusa. Just because you can, and because you’re feeling very bad right now. 

12:10 pm you : hey, love I hope your trip back home is doing ok so far and that you’re not too  tired

No response… he’s either asleep on the plane, in a cab on his way home, or trying to deal with his loud teammates. Dejected and exhausted, you try to go back to your slumber. 

You wake up way later, the room is silent except for the background noises of the street. Besides you, to your delight, lay Kiyoomi. Your sweet Kiyoomi, fast asleep, looking exhausted but peaceful. You snuggle against him and sigh in delight. 

Wait… your stomach turns up in an unpleasant twist and you feel the urge to throw up. You detangle yourself from Sakusa and get up from bed as fast and quietly as possible. You reach the bathroom just in time to close the door and empty your guts down the sink. 

After some time you try to regain some composure in order to go back to bed, but you hear a faint knock on the bathroom door. Shit, you woke him up. 

“y/n, darling, are you ok ?” says Kiyoomi in a faint voice, still tainted by sleep. 

You feel guilty, you woke him up from his much needed sleep. He sounds exhausted, but most of all concerned. 

“I’m fine Kiyoomi, go back to sleep honey, I’ll be here in a minute.” you sigh as you sit up from the bathroom floor. 

He protests, “No, y/n you’re not. I heard you throwing up, can I come inside ?” 

“Kiyoomi, I’m sick, I’m full of germs, you don’t wanna come near me I swear.” you respond on the verge of tears. Because you’re exhausted, you feel like shit and just want a warm hug from your lover. You try, unsuccessfully, to muffle back your sob but Kiyoomi doesn’t buy it. 

“y/n, I’m going to enter okay ?”  you hear from the other side of the door, as you hear the doorknob turning. 

He’s here, in his pajamas, more like an old shirt and a boxer, standing right in front of you, closing his eyes as the sudden brightness of the bathroom light. His curls stick at odd angles and he looks as beautiful as ever. 

You quickly wash your palms, to prevent him from touching your hands that have touched the sink full of vomit. 

He makes his way towards you carefully, and takes your cheeks in his hands, examining your pale face. 

“y/n darling, you’re sick” he locks his dark eyes in your tired ones as you scoff  “yeah, no kidding.”

To your surprise, Kiyoomi tenderly kisses your forehead. 

The tall man makes his way towards the bathroom closet and takes some medicine from it. He hands you a couple of pills and you swallow without questioning him, trusting him for those matters. 

“I’m so sorry Kiyo, for waking you up and making you deal with this, I know you don’t like it and you must be exhausted.” you feel your eyes fill up again with tears as you try to steady yourself because of the lack of sleep.

“y/n, my love you’re sick, you needed me, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your text, my phone is dead, but I’m here now” he says tenderly while pampering your face with kisses and as you sob uncontrollably.

This is so unlike him to come over his fear and approach you, even though you’re ill. It makes you cry even more as you feel him embrace you in a tight and warm hug and whispering

“I love you y/n and I don’t want you to deal with this alone, now come on you need to rest.” He leads you out of the bathroom which is connected to your bedroom and pushes you gently towards the bed. 

As you lay down under the fresh sheets of your bed, Sakusa pulls you in a tight embrace and rests his lips on your forehead. There, in the warmth of your dear boyfriend, you finally feel at ease. You know that it’s where you belong to and that you’ll always feel safe beside him, in sickness and in health.

[awmancreeper]

⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 14 - For You<3

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it too good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

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“Holy shit….”

Your eyes danced over the beautifully crafted dark Lolita-styled dress.

The black lace was elegant and soft, and the skirt was perfectly fluffed. The apron portion gave the sensual black dress a sense of purity and desire.

Your heart skipped a beat as if the dress had jumped straight out from the game. It was everything you could ever want…

“It was extremely close but I made it in time,” Soobin spoke with a relived tone “Now you can go to your event”

You peeked over him feelings your heart fall out of your ass “S-Soobin,”

He returned your gaze curiously “Please tell me you didn’t actually think I’d go in cosplay to today’s event…”

“Y-You’re not?…”

You look at Soobin’s exhausted expression, his bags were deeper than his cloudy voice, his shoulders sloughed knocking him down 3 inches in height and his fingers were covered in bandages.

“I.. really had no clue how it took to make clothes,” you said holding your hand to your mouth distraught “These conventions and events are more common now… I was gonna wait until you were completely finished to wear the cosplay”

Soobin’s legs gave out from under him as your words hit his ears making his head get lightheaded again. Now on his rear end, you joined him on the ground.

“You totally got the wrong idea because I wasn’t clear enough!…” the guilt began to rise as Soobin brought his long legs to his chest. “I-I just wanted you to come with me to this event, you know so we can see all the cosplayers together!”

Althought he spent all night making this dress he could help but to feel relieved. Hiding his head in his knees and sighed not in distress but in contempt“Oh thank goodness” Soobin spoke tiredly

You blinked at him utterly confused

“I was so anxious about not finishing in time I rushed some parts, now that there’s more time I can perfect it” Soobin leaned his head onto the wall behind him feeling the fear of disappointing you disappear

He was so enervated, but a soft smile rose upon his face. Your eyes darted between the stunning dress then back at the drained bunny-like man.

He did this all for you, even though Soobin was beyond busy with working, studying, and visiting his injured grandfather he still made time for you.

You focused on Soobin the best you could for your vision was becoming blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. The idea of him overexerting himself for you made you openly sob.

Soobin ears perked up at your little whines, he looked over at you seeing tears run down your soft cheeks. “Y/n!”

“I’m so sorry Soobin,”

You look down feeling an intense amount of shame. “You were busy dealing with your own problems and I pushed my stupid dreams on you”

You were wearing yourself thin just to help me when you were already dealing with so much

I really had no idea, I should’ve been more helpful”

You felt your warm tears fall onto your hand “Soobin I really am sorry, please forgive me!”

He watched as you continued to cry, now feeling bad since both you and Yeonjun offered to help yet he didn’t see the point in taking in. Now sitting in front of you exhausted and in pain, he regretted not telling you.

“I’m also sorry…”

You peeked up at him confused while you face was stained with salty tears. “I should’ve discussed this with you”

Soobin looked over at you as you tried to calm yourself down, almost feeling bad for thinking you looked so pretty with tears running down your delicate face.

“I’m so sorry,” you continued to cry “I’m such a terrible friend”

He shook his head and clutched his knees as your small whines made his heart jump

“No you’re not,… why don’t you try it on?” Soobin suggested gaining your attention “put it on so I can see if there’s any parts that I need to take in”

“We can do your makeup and put the wig on!” He said trying to make you feel better but you shook your head “But Soobin you’re exhausted”

“You want to become Shizuku right?” Soobin question graced your ears, you nodded rubbing the tears out of your eyes

“Then you should put it on,

I’m happy that it’s done, because as long as you’re happy with it; that’s all that matters to me

Are you happy with it?”

Your eyes sparked at him “Of course I’m happy”

You leaned forward embracing the larger man in your arms “I’m so happy… thank you soobin. Thank you so much” Soobin’s heart rate picked up as you began to softly cry against him

“I did it for you” his hand softly fell upon the small of your back in hopes of comforting you. Burying your head in the crook of his neck your small voice spoke “And I’ll wear the hell out of it, really soobin thank you”

Soobin smiled and patted your back unaware of what to do.

~~~~

You sat in front of him blowing your nose while Soobin gently brushed your hair back. He chuckled asking if you were okay you responded with “I’m fine now, thank you”

“You know I haven’t seen many girls that still look good crying” Soobin immediately turned red realizing what he just said. “Uh! I’m sorry I was-“

“I’ll take that as a compliment” you snickered

As time passed Soobin broke down the makeup for your cosplay. What colors to use and where to place them to achieve the best resemblance to the character.

“So ‘sick girl’ makeup?” You said trying to contribute to the conversation earning a nod from Soobin “Sort of, and we can use false eyelashes and angle them slightly downwards on the outer corner of your eye to give a ‘droopy eye’ effect” he added

You scratched the back of your neck embarrassed “Well you see i don’t have any falsies, I never was able to get the hang of them”

“Don’t worry I have some” Soobin suggested a little too fast for your brain to comprehend. He stood up and retrieved a tiny stack of fake eyelashes.

Your cheeks heated up as he showed you the different styles he had. “We should use a winged lash” he said to you but there was only one thing going through your mind… well two

“Are these your girlfriend’s?” and how would soobin look with lashes on

Soobin’s cheeks immediately heated up as he rushed to shut down the idea “No! Some traditional dolls have eyelashes nowadays! I just wanted to try them out!”

You nodded feeling Soobin pass you his phone, it was a picture of a beautiful traditional doll with small wispy lashes. “Oh, how cute~”

Soobin hummed in agreement “I can’t tell myself, but apparently people like my grandpa can tell which creator painted their faces” You looked at the picture longer “That’s so cool!”

He also watched the picture feeling himself nearly erupt with passion “I hope….

I’ll be able to make one of kind dolls like that someday too…” your eyes drifted over to Soobin as he softly smiled at the image

“You will”

Soobin looked over at you feeling flustered by those two little words. This man in your eyes could do great things and you had no doubt in your mind that Soobin could do anything he’d want to and succeed.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you Binnie”

His heart fluttered at the new nickname while a gentle smile spread across his face revealing his dimples “Thank you very much”

A new feeling erupted in your chest staring at the man in front of you. Has his smile always made your heart dance to the sound of his heartbeat?

You impulsively poked his dimple with your finger completely throwing him off “W-what was that for?!”

“Your smile… i like it”

His eyes froze on yours. “M-My smile”

You just watched him as he tried to ground himself but all it led to was more stuttering, now resting your chin on your hand you waited for Soobin to finish making a fool of himself.

“I…. We… Eyebrows! How are we gonna do your eyebrows?” Soobin spoke trying to change the subject completely and it worked as you tend to get distracted pretty easily “Right!”

“Shizuku has really thin eyebrows so what should we do-“

Soobin’s jaw dropped as you held a razor but your forehead no longer held any eyebrows

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[munsonownsmyass]

Never let you go

Matt Murdock x reader

Notes: This is for @mindidjarin . It's her birthday and she often says she wants our boy Matty to suffer, so... Happy birthday, Mindi my dear, here's some whump.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, massive injuries, crying. Whumpy shit. I made myself cry.

Feeling lightheaded, Matt stumbles down the corridor, searching for you. His bleeding had slowed down, but his suit was already drenched with blood. Not all of it his, but most of it was. He should probably do something about it, bandage it up, but there was no time. He had to find you.

The metallic smell of blood hangs heavily in the air, overpowering his senses. His own. The guys who now lay unconscious or dead on the floor. You.

He hears you, finds your ragged breath and weak heartbeat. Falling to his knees beside you, his hands roam your form, assessing your injuries. Small wounds scattered all over your body, some deeper than others, but most he could handle. Bruised skin, a few broken bones and…

He tries to convince himself it isn’t bad, that he can get you help, but as his hand covers the huge gash on your throat, he can’t keep the tears away. Even with the wound covered, the blood trickles freely past his fingertips. Sliding down your chest and his arms, dripping onto the floor.

“Just tell me.” You cough out, your words drowned out by the blood in your mouth. Your breathing is shallow, fast, as you try to hang on. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“No, no, sweetheart. It’s okay.” He lies, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. He tries to tell himself that it’s not that much blood, that people have survived worse. But you’re already so cold, your heartbeat getting fainter by each beat. “You’ll be okay.”

“Matty-” You try, but your words fail you. You’re already so weak, but you try to be strong. For him. And he tries to be strong for you, keeping the tears at bay. He should never have brought you here, but you insisted. Wanted to help. You’re always so strong, so stubborn. One of the reasons he loves you so much.

“Help will be here soon. I promise.” It’s more for himself than you, trying to hold onto hope. Whispering silent prayers between sobs as he caress your hair, feeling your body become weaker in his arms. You can’t do this, you can’t leave him like this. It’s not fair. He’s already lost so much, he can’t lose you too.

“Sweetheart?” More a plea than a question, he shake you awake. You can’t fall asleep, not yet. Not when there’s so much he wants to say. A soft whimper is all you give him, as the tears stream down your face. He can feel them fall on his hands, hear your sobs in between your strained breath.

“I need you to hold on for me, okay? Just-” You place your hand on his chest, right over his heart and he breaks. Sobbing, he kisses you, hopefully not for the last time. “Just be strong for me. I can’t go on without you. I can’t do this alone. I need you.”

“I’m sorry.” You croak out, voice so weak it’s barely there. He can feel you looking at him and how much it drains you. It’s not gonna be long now. “I’m so sorry, Matty. Please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, sweetheart.” The tears sting in his eyes, the silent cries now turned into sobs as he caress your hair, rocking you softly in his arms. “Just… Hold on.”

“I can’t… You-” You cup his cheek, hand trembling as it takes all your remaining strength. “You have to let me go. Move your hand.”

“No, please. Please don’t make me do that. I can’t-” He pleads. You just nod, moving your own hand to his. His lips find yours in the last kiss you’ll ever share. As he keeps you in his embrace, lips locked with yours, he moves his hand from your throat. He keeps holding you, caressing you and whispering pleads to anyone who will listen. Even after you’ve turned cold, your heartbeat gone, he holds you close, never wanting to let you go.

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[dadsbongos]

my fanservice pride fic

WHATEVER okay.... he's the guy i needed to come out to and now i'm making it happen

warnings - bisexual reader + bisexual eddie ftw, CORNY ASS baseball joke, fem reader

summary - Eddie comes out to you and you come out to him in return :) average pride month slay. 922 words

Wayne knows. Mike knows. Dustin knows. Will knows. Gareth knows. Jeff knows. Grant knows. Robin knows. Steve knows now, too.

Eddie rubs the empty knuckle of his left middle finger, where a pig, rusty, fake steel pig used to live. Now, she gets taken off before showers and carefully slipped on and well loved with you. She stares up at him from your hand’s resting spot on the counter.

Everybody knows, except you.

Peggy Pig is stuck on the scratched, chipped countertop with your other hand waving about with one of many tales from your much-hated day job at Family Video. He wishes he was listening, he really, really does - he loves listening to you, but he’s too busy thinking about how nauseous he is.

“But, yeah,” your face scrunches, “What kind of person thinks there’s an x-rated section at Family Video anyway?”

To avoid you noticing anything, Eddie forces out a small snort - avoiding your eyes, “Isn’t there one, though?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t feel like going back there and monitoring some dude peruse porn.”

He’s busy wiping down the stove, so Wayne doesn’t have to do it when he gets home. He finished wiping it down five minutes ago.

Everybody Eddie cares about, except you, knows he likes women and men, and he has no shame in that. None at all. He just forgot to bring it up when you two started going out, and then he kept forgetting, and now he likes you so much that he doesn’t know how to say it. Rather, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if you react negatively.

“And- he should’ve known better, though, right?” you scoff, “Like, as if I’d ever do that!”

“Exactly…”

“Whatever, whatever, I guess. I just hate when people try and push like that.”

“Right…”

Eddie is never shy or embarrassed over his identity, but he really doesn’t want to discover something ugly. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive if the girl he’s falling in love with spits venom in his face. 

“Are you okay?” and that’s the final straw.

Eddie clears his throat, hands shaking so bad he misses the trash can when he tries throwing out the dirtied cleaning wipe. Swearing, he snaps down at the waist and feels lightheaded as he pops back up - tossing the wipe out a second time. His face is snowy, sickly even, but the skin may as well be melting off his skull with how hot he feels.

“Eds,” you reach forward with Peggy Pig, fingers squeezing around his hand. You’re so sweetly concerned over him that it makes him dread the idea of coming out again even more, “What’s wrong?” you stand and move to his side, curling your arms around his waist, “I know I’m not as good a storyteller as you, but c’mon!”

It makes him genuinely laugh this time, and despite the terror rattling his bones - Eddie returns your hug in full. Squeezing you into him.

He kisses your forehead, eyes closing and letting the thundering of his heart tell him what the right move is. He could never tell you, but he can’t live that lie - it’s simply against his entire nature. His stupid blabbermouth, extravagant, loud ass nature.

So he parts from you and leans back into the stove, arms folding across his chest, “I have something to tell you.”

Your face drops a little bit, head tilting, “Yeah?”

“I - uh,” the only time this was a struggle, was with Wayne. Because it hurts most when the people you love hardest reject you, “I like you, right?”

Predictably, you give him an odd-balled stare, “I’d hope so.”

“I like women,” and he thinks you already know exactly where he’s going with this, his heart lurching to his throat. The muscles are so tight he can barely squeeze out the final two words, “and men.”

“You do?” normally, that question would be uttered in disgust, but you’re smiling, “You do?!”

“Yeah,” so he smiles too.

“I do, too,” you reach out with Peggy Pig again, pulling him down by the worn, loose collar of his tank top to press multiple kisses to his reddening face, “Ah! I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I didn’t either,” he confesses, cupping your cheeks and forcing eye contact between the both of you, “Figures I’d be the one to bring it up, though.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, arms looping around his neck and hands wiring through his messy hair, putting it all up in a thick, makeshift ponytail, “I’m glad it’s you.”

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you’re the one I get to share this with,” you admit, face hot, leaning forward to peck his lips - bizarrely shy.

Eddie, however, is glad to be back to his usual lack of nerves. He brings you in again, one of his grosser kisses flowering on your cheek - noisy and slobbery, but at least he does you the favor of wiping off the spit himself. 

“I’m glad it’s you, too,” and he wants to tell you he loves you - but that sends a new wave of uncomfortable nerves. So he leans back down and gives you a more humane kiss to your lips, sugary and loving and with all the passion his queer little heart could possibly pour into your own.

And when you two part again, he giggles to himself, “Can we call each other ‘our little switch-hitter’ now?”

That earns a pinch on his side, “Neither of us even play baseball, Eds.”

“I can pretend.”

[lilacs-world]

I feel like I’m chronically not okay but idk if I’m valid enough to label myself as chronically ill. I am able to work 40h a week but with the cost of laying in bed the rest of the day when I’m back home. In the weekends I sleep mostly. My room is a disaster because I never have the energy to tackle the chaos. I wished I was able to walk to work and back but standing for more than 15 min is already exhausting me and I get dizzy and lightheaded. I am constantly in pain, my normal pain level is on good days at a 2 on bad days it’s at a 4 or 5 but maybe I’m too modest about my pain due to fear of admitting I’m not okay. I am always tired even if I sleep usually enough. At times I feel more refreshed with only 4 hours of sleep hell knows why. I am waking up daily at 5:45am to get myself ready for 8am work. I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be a functioning adult. I am scared of the moment I will unmask bcs im masking daily due to Audhd. Plus daily I’m confused because we are often switching and my quality at work at times fluctuating and my TLs wondering wtf bcs we know u know all the processes so wtf. Daily I feel like I know only a specific part of the processes and I have days where I ask so many questions that one of the TLs told me they are growing gray hairs bcs of me asking so much. The doctors in my country are shit when I mentioned suspecting we are a system they said nah it’s just ur anxiety. When I questioned if I have adhd my former psych said nah only kids can have it. My former therapist said yeah after unofficially diagnosing me with it. Autism I suspect that too and I got my confirmation more or less from my bf who’s on the spectrum as well. He got his confirmation he has adhd as well by me noticing lots of adhd things in him and he has now meds whilst me is in this godforsaken country that isn’t taking me seriously. I got my confirmation I have adhd when I took speed and realised for the first time "so this is how neurotypicals experience their life?" I for once had a train of thoughts in order and not a carambolage of luggage’s getting stuck in the baggage claim belt. I sobbed so hard. On good days I am able to remember and memorise lots of shit. But on bad days I barely anything. My body is out of control. I have pcos and it’s ravaging my body. I grow hair on my chin and arms and it’s making me uncomfortable and I developed anxiety about having hair in my face to the point over pluck and over shave it. My period is out of control. I either bleed for 2 months consecutive or I don’t have my period for 6 months. I am anemic due to it. I am such a pale human that I’m constantly being asked if I am okay. Oh yeah not to forget having an autoimmune disease since I am 2 years old. Having to deal with psoriasis break outs each winter where I end up being covered on my legs, arms , ass with skin patches of psoriasis. At times it’s even in my eyebrows and on my scalp. Each winter is a torture for me. I am battling with depression as well. Luckily this last year it wasn’t so overbearing and I felt more human than I used to in the past. Nonetheless my anxiety is ravaging and leaving me crippled daily. I sound ridiculous talking about myself rn bcs in my brain I feel like you aren’t this sick or unwell you are faking this you are a horrible human for saying all this things but I know it’s probably my internal ableism and the internal critical subconsciously developed voices of my surroundings telling me I’m not actually sick and I need to go to work even if sick etc. Sigh. Idk where I wanted to go with this whole post. I know you guys don’t see often a personal post from me or posts from me and more reblogs of stuff I enjoy seeing and stuff I wanna boost and stuff I find important or relatable or stuff that I think might make someone feel better and less anxious or feel seen. I hope this is fine. I hope being more real is helpful. Maybe I should do this rambling on my other blog @unfilteredrealities where I tried to talk about life in a real way , unfiltered. You can even send in your own submissions if u want to.

Anyway thanks for reading my ted talk.

TLDR: I don’t know if I’m actually chronically ill and if I’m valid enough to label myself as that and then I rambled about my life experiences with audhd, did, anxiety, depression, pcos, psoriasis and there are more but I’m exhausted.