#what a fucking pathetic sack of shit

[penisincorporated]

My friend who works in a deli got fired for taking bathroom breaks every 15 mins during a severe IBS and endometriosis episode. Her boss was a male and thought she was lying. It happened to her three times in three months. Welcome to work in 2023. This occurrence is brought to you by Wal*Mart 🔆

On god I wish she would've just started fucking blasting at the deli. Pants on and all.

[crippled-peeper]

you’re not fucking gay you retard. you’re a woman who likes men. are you that delusional ?

wuh oh! someone’s big mad that a tranny doesn’t want to fuck them! sounds like you care a lot actually about who we like to fuck

[autisticlee]

sometimes I really cant stand boomers and can't wait for their inevitable demise. i'm tired of hearing disgruntled old bigots who barely have any time left run their mouths, spread hatred, and blame us for the shit they caused for us to clean up. just go away. this world doesn't belong to you anymore.

[pedge-page]

SLUT ALERT!!!☝️😓💯 I want Joel to slap my face with his tree trunk and make me feel bad about it

Joel Knows Best

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Warnings: bimbofication, oral M receiving, rough face fucking, daddy kink, degrading language

18+ ONLY

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You giggle stupidly, a total bimbo bitch on her knees when Joel daps his heavy sack over your eyes again.

“You like that, don’t you?” He coos with a smirk, staring down at you with his fat cock in one hand. “My pretty little slut.”

His fat tip slaps your temple repeatedly. “Hello? Anyone home in there? I asked you a fuckin’ question.”

“Yes!” You squeak a little too eagerly. 

His face sours, squishing your cheeks roughly with his callused fingertips as he inspects your lolling tongue. Smacksmacksmack—his member pads against your wet lips. “Yeah. Yeah that’s what I thought. you like getting your pretty little face slapped With Daddy’s cock. Dumb whore can’t even think straight. Too busy thinkin’ this big dick in her mouth.”

You nod remorsefully. You can taste the salty tang of his precum on the back of your buds. Your mind goes blank when he begins gliding along the centered curve of your tongue, rolling back and forth until his touching your uvula.

“What happens when bad girls act dumb?”

You stare back up at him. It takes a moment to register that he even asked you a question, but when he thwack’s your cheek hard with his throbbing cock, it’s impossible to even think straight.

“God damn. Can’t even answer a simple question.” Two bear hands wrap tightly around the back of your head, and suddenly you’re being pushed forward, his dick breaching your swollen lips and filling your mouth in an instant. Your gag triggers quickly, but the brush of his pubic hairs and soft belly against your nose makes it difficult to breathe through your nose. “Gotta do everything for ya, don’t I?”

He sets a rough pace, half his length never leaving the suction of your wet cavern. “You made me do this. S’ all your fault.”

“mmhmmM!mmhgm!” You hum, tears prickling over the edge of your lashes. The room is filled with his balls slapping your chin and your pathetic glugglugglug noises. 

“Good for nothin—cock hungry—oh shit baby that’s it—stupid whore.” He pushes your face flush, the flex of your throat desperately convulsing around the intrusion of his member makes his knees weak. “Ugh fuck baby. Now I have to fuck a hole in that brain—make it good for somethin’ since ya ain’t usin’ it properly.”

Yeah, you think, knees burning and vision brimming on the edge of blackness. you grip his thighs as he abuses your throat like his toy cocksleeve, a useless inanimate toy for his pleasure. it brings the slightly smile to your lips thinking about how little else you need to worry about.

Joel knows best.

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[vyglitchcraft]

Since requests are open, can you write for havik, shao, Scorpion and sub zero with a size kink SFW and NSFW headcanons? ʕʘ‿ʘʔ

YES BITCH I WILL, you have good taste in men hot DAMN also yes putting their canon heights just so you can imagine it (atleast before MK1 assuming they didn't change the height)

Sizing Up (18+)

MK1 Shao, Havik, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang x gen!reader size kink headcanons

Warning: Havik's section has mentions of gore and more extreme fetishes

General Shao (7'2 ft)

SFW

This hunk of muscles love to show off his build, he is VERY proud of it. Like the type of douchebag in the gym that would flex in front of the mirror type of guy. And you love every second of it

He likes to show off, that's just a thing that Shao likes in every timeline. He likes to pick you up and just point out how small and light you are, how you're lucky to have him because someone can just pick you up and run off with you

He's a bit of a jerk but you should expect that when you dated him. He constantly teases you about your height and he'll make sure you will NOT forget that you're short. Jars on the highest shelf, every lid is screwed on a bit TOO tight, you can't seem to find any stools to stand on so that means only one thing, you're forced to ask him for help and he would HAPPILY do it with a shit eating grin on his face

He LOVES it when you do a size comparison between you and him, especially with your hands, he thinks its so precious that he can just hold both of your hands with only one of his

He went FERAL when he saw you in his clothes

NSFW

When i say this man is huge EVERYWHERE i mean it, you wouldn't be exaggerating when you compare it to your arm.

"Are you sure? I could break you" is something he constantly says. He loves to lay his cock right on top of your stomach, just admiring just how deep he could reach. Heck it scares you sometimes too, i mean who wouldn't?

But all those feelings are gone when you feel that delicious stretch as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He loves to compare you to a sex toy just because he could just hold your torso with one hand and just use you. He is VERY degrading in bed but god does he love you too.

"So pathetic, did it reach your brain too? Look at me while i use you" even when the two of you are doing it sitting down, you only reach his chest.

He loves to see the outline of his cock on your stomach, he's amazed that someone as small as you can take something that big.

You're practically getting tossed around from position to position, you're gonna get manhandled like a sack of potatoes

Havik (6'4 ft)

SFW

Also messes with you but more just because it causes chaos. Although he doesn't care about his height unlike Shao, he is absolutely fixated by the fact that you're so small compared to him. He thinks you're adorable and wants to bite your head off.

Chews on your hair. You're probably the perfect height for him to lay his head on top of yours. Your hair gets into his mouth sometimes and he likes chewing on it.

He likes to hold onto you, he wants you to carry him around because he thinks it's funny that someone THAT small can carry a man his height. So yes you're here giving this man a piggy back ride while he chews on your hair. Look don't expect maturity from HIM of all people.

Also likes to carry you everywhere and put everything (including you) on a really high shelf, why? Because chaos.

"I can throw you" "Havik WHY" "what if i throw you across the arena so you can attack people from behind" "WHY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT"

He's big but he acts like he's small, he either is NOT aware of his height or just does it to mess with you, could be both.

NSFW

Cute aggression but kinky. That's all i can say about him.

But anyway he likes to point out certain details that just make you want to cover your face. He appreciates that you're so easily pinned down. Your feet aren't touching the ground if you're getting fucked on a table or some other random surface.

Please be warned, the man has no filter. His dirty talk is explicit and isn't for the faint of heart.

Goes fucking FERAL when he sees your stomach bulging from his cock. How you can barely handle anything yet you do, easily too. He loves it. "I wonder if i pull out fast enough, i could pull your intestines inside out"

"I can feel myself hitting your lungs, do you like it?" he's exaggerating but he loves how you're basically choking from the pleasure. Although if you're genuinely uncomfortable or hurt, he will stop. As chaotic as he is, he doesn't want to see you hurt or at worst die.

Loves it when you're the dominant one though. He's a switch. He likes it when someone weak like you can overpower him (if you can't, he likes to pretend) you can do anything to him, he can regenerate any part of his body.

Bi-Han (6'2 ft)

SFW

Overbearing as fuck. He treats you like you're just this small vulnerable rabbit. He feels the need to always protect you, i mean someone your size surely can't protect themselves right? That's why you have him! If you think he's overprotective, he's even more so when you're small

You're a porcelain doll to him, one wrong move and you'll be hurt. Although he's very gentle, he's also like a predator, almost a yandere. You're spoiled, he's the grandmaster, who's gonna stop him from using the Lin Kuei's money for you. But you ain't gonna do shit without him "protecting" you

Since every ninja is around 6'2 (except Tremor and Reptile i think) so you bet your ass you can't reach shit but don't worry, Bi-Han is there to help you. You won't be lifting a finger when he's around.

Oh but don't think he's all soft, his anger is fucked. He uses his size to intimidate people, standing behind you like a shadow. Or having you on his lap like a pet.

Your size means you're also easily movable. He uses this to his advantage to just carry you around or pick you up if he needs you.

NSFW

Again, predator/prey. He absolutely takes advantage of the fact that you're so weak compared to him. The way he can make you whine with one of his fingers, gives him an ego boost. "I can't wait to stretch you to the limits"

Everything about him screams possessive and the fact that you look so small and weak compared to him makes it even worse. The fact that he can just wrap his hand around your whole neck. The fact that you cry every time he fucks you, he lives for it.

He'll pin you down, bite you, everything that you'll love today but regret tomorrow. His grip is bruising but no worries, he'll make sure to take care of you after it. His hands would be cold enough to soothe the pain

Seeing you grip onto him, how he overpowers you and you're hugging him as if he's the only person that could keep you safe. God he could go another round just from seeing it.

Kuai Liang (6'2 ft)

SFW

Not as obsessive as his brother, he's respectful. He loves you and he'll make sure you know it. He wants you to feel protected but not scared. Although he discourages you from fighting because he's scared that you'll get overpowered.

He's pretty self aware about his height but he won't make it your problem.

He LOVES it when you wear his clothes or any oversized shirt. He just wants to choke you with his chain and hug you until you can't breathe.

He likes to hold your face with both of his hands and just squish your cheeks. His hands pretty much cover your face. Oh and he doesn't mind carrying you everywhere he goes, it's embarrassing but if you want him to do it, he'll handle the teasing, as long as you're happy.

Does that thing where he just puts his hands on your face, grabbing your head like a basketball. He isn't really thinking about anything, he just does it sometimes. Also accidentally gained the reflex of having to crouch just to go face to face with you. Yes its a bit degrading but he'll snap out of it and go back to his normal position.

NSFW

The fact that you're so light and small compared to him makes it so easy for him to just pin you against a wall. He loves the sense of power that he has over you. You're so vulnerable and he could just defeat you.

To his dismay, he's pretty similar to his brother but much more merciful and less degrading. "So small, so weak, i could just break you"

He would tie you up with his chains and just let you warm up his cock, his big arms wrapping around your neck while he studies in his room. His hand would wander down, cupping your stomach or thighs. Feeling your head lean back on his chest while you beg for him to move.

In his mind, you're like a pocket pussy, a cute toy but he would never mention it. He has a filter but his mind does not. He would love to see you beg that he's too big, that it hurts, your hole not closing up after he's done with you, he wants to see it but he would never say it to you, its too embarrassing.

Your small frame when you go all limp after a session looks so adorable that he just wants to hold your hips down and use you until you're all loose and open. "I'll mold you into my shape, i need you to be mine" he pants out, biting your shoulder, he really is similar to his brother even if he denies it.

[poppy-metal]

we as a nation don’t talk about how much patrick loves to be degraded. because he hates himself, and a twisted part of him loves his fears to be confirmed, to give himself over to being terrible and debauched and for someone, a hot girl, you to tell him you know what he is, you know he’s bad and dirty and you know how little respect he deserves because of it. it’s such a relief to let go of the guilt of being terrible, and just be terrible. fucks you so nasty. legs spread in a v beneath him, kept open by his gripping hands. digs your pussy out, lunges forward and forward and forward inside you like he hates you. whimpers and grunts above, and looks into your tooth-gritted face with so much adoration. you try as hard as you can to maintain some composure, but you growl in stifled pleasure: “you’re a cheap fucking whore. you’d fuck anything that moves if i let you, wouldn’t you?”

“yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

brainless and guiltless, he chases the suckling heat of your cunt.

“yeah?” you sneer.

his spittle flies onto the pillow under your head and his cheek throbs, the sound of the cutting slap to his face mingling seamlessly with the slap of his thighs against your ass. he moans deeply, and his hips stutter but never still. your cunt tightens around him.

“you don’t even know what you’re agreeing to, you- you big dumb slut. listen to me when i speak or you’ll have to jerk yourself off for a fucking change.”

he swallows, and you pant as his adam’s apple bobs.

“no, no. please. please.”

“if you want to fuck this pussy you better prove to me you deserve it.”

and he will. he’ll do anything to deserve it.

YEWWWW GET IT

he hates himself so much that he needs degradation as much as he needs praise. when he's especially worked up - on the edge of self destruction or self sabotage - you pull him back to you with claws and teeth, reminding him his place is beneath you.

when he's being an asshole for no particular reason, and usually that's your perogative, the one picking petty fights - and it doesn't take him long to piss you off, get under your skin. think he probably calls you pathetic. you're really wasting your time on a deadbeat like him? just for some dick? what does that say about your self confidence?

and you know what he's trying to do. it's not about you so much as it's about himself and his own self confidence issues. thinks he's not shit and you're just going to drop him one day like art and tashi did - hell, hes practically inviting you too - holding the door open and promising to drink himself stupid as soon as you do.

and it's that knowledge that truly pisses you off- more than any of his words could. you're so sick of this smarmy asshole forcing his way into your heart and into your bed and twisting you all up inside only to act like a sad sack of shit because of his stupid childhood insecurities that you had nothing to do with.

maybe you could talk it out with him - truly get to the bottom of the problem. except you're not exactly the model for healthy behaviors either.

you fuck him instead.

when he tells you to fuck off and stop nagging at him you make it halfway to the door before you spin around and stalk back to where he's slouched into his ratty little couch - you yank his bottle of beer out of his hands and fling it across the floor, ignoring his sharp "the fuck?!" when you do.

your hand whips out to slap him, careening his cheek to the right - a bright red mark immediately appearing as blood rushes to the surface of his skin. he looks at you incredulously, his eyes wild and his lip split and bubbling with a bead of blood - he looks enraged, like he's about to stand up and choke you out - and if this had been a fight you started, you might let him do just that - hell, it'd be the exact outcome you wanted.

instead, before he has the chance - you lean down and crash your mouth to his. tugging his bottom bloody lip between your teeth and biting down hard, until he groans in pain and grips your waist in his hands. you pull back just to wrap a hand around his throat as you shove his head back against the couch, crawl into his lap and glare down at his flushed face.

"you're such a piece of shit and an asshole." you snap - reaching down with your free hand to yank at his belt, ripping it through the straps roughly and moving onto his zipper next. "you're like a fucking child, you know that? throwing tantrums because you can't communicate. you don't want me to leave." the hiss of the zipper as you drag it down. patrick still seems stunned by your slap - in a daze almost as you dip your hand into the hole of his jeans and fist his cock. "you'd fucking cry yourself to sleep thinking about me fucking some other guy."

finally, patrick snaps out of it - hips jerking as you grip his thickening dick in your hard grasp - hissing when you fish him out - "you're such a bitch." he volleys back at you, a weak insult. "I don't give a fuck - shit - what you do." he grits his teeth to near breaking them when you lean up and pull your panties to the side. the flash of your cunt just under your skirt blanking his brain. he'd make a comment on what a cockhungry slut you are, coming by his apartment with such a short skirt, but he's not on his A game today.

"yeah you do." you answer. you tip his chin even further back with your hand around his throat as you sink down on his cock with one push down of your hips. he groans, lashes fluttering. you grip the couch behind his head for leverage. "everyone thinks you're this devil may care playboy - but I know what you are -" you slowly drag your aching cunt up his thick cock, until just his fat tip is plugging your hole. " - you're a little pussywhipped bitch."

you slam your cunt down on him and feel his throat spasm under your palm as he chokes. "oh fuck -"

you start bouncing then, vigorous and mean - taking what you want. everyime you come down your clit catches on his belt buckle and the friction is so fucking good - you know you won't last long. and that's okay, because you'll be making him cream you up quick.

"trying to be shitty to the only girl who puts up with your loser ass, the fuck are you thinking, huh?" you slap him again, the scruff of his cheek scratching against your palm. you let your genuine anger come through your voice as you ride him. "what if I really left? you'd probably kill yourself you're such a goddamn health hazard. you're lucky you have such a huge cock."

patricks eyes roll back and his lips fall open. your pussy squeezes like a vice around him, hot and tender and fuck - he knows you're right. he'd literally be lost without this - he's become so dependent on this, on you - he'd fall apart if you genuinely went away. his fingers slide under your skirt and grip the fatty meat of your ass - groaning helplessly as you fuck him stupid on his cheap ass couch.

"s - shit. goddamn.," he can't think. no smart remarks in his head. just the sweltering bliss of your pussy sucking on his dick. "fuck. fuck - "

you wish you'd had the mind to get him fully naked - but you'd been so mad - you want to feel his bare skin on yours, his hips pounding yours into the couch - until the ratty thing collapses. your hands dive into his thick dark hair, gripping the strands roughly as you bounce furiously on and off his dick. "you piss me off," you grunt, half angry half horny as hell. "you piss me the fuck off."

"I know." he whines. squeezes your asscheeks as if in apology. "im sorry - I'm sorry, baby. I'm the worst - worst fucking man alive -"

you nod. "uh huh. stupid - f- fucking asshole. god, if I didn't love this dick so much -" he's hitting so deep inside you, but you want it even deeper. plunging and tunneling in and out, thos fat balls of his beating up against your asshole as he takes your tight pussy.

"fuck. use me. use my dick, baby - tell me how to fuck that pussy so she'll k- keep comin' back for more - "

"on top of me," you gasp, rutting back and forth in his lap, your hands kneading his shoulder - wanting his shirt off, wanting him naked. "pound my pussy - "

you're underneath him immediately.

[doloneia]

paris: haha i just shot you diomedes!!

diomedes:

diomedes: what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? i’ll have you know i graduated top of my class in the sack of thebes, and i been involved in numerous secret raids on the thracian forces, and i have over 300 confirmed kills. i am trained in gorilla warfare and i am the top spearman in the entire achaean army. you are nothing to me but just another target. i will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth, mark my fucking words. you think you can get away with saying that shit to me on the battlefield? think again, fucker. as we speak i am contacting my secret network of spies across the troad and your face is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. you’re fucking dead, kid. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. not only am i extensively trained in unarmed combat, but i have access to the entire arsenal of the achaean army and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of this plain, you little shit. if only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. but you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. i will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. you’re fucking dead, kiddo.

[tan1shere]

Breathe

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: it's 3 am and I just thought of this. This is so rare for Ms tann to have motivation omg. Anyways enjoy !

Summary: you had been working yourself to the bone, flat out. Causing your girlfriend to worry about you.

Warnings: bit angsty, reader is stressed, panic attack, but fluffy ending MUAH

Masterlist

Frantic.

Your movements were frantic your whole brain was frantic. Speeding up with what you had to get done. It's as if time crept up on you. It was midnight and you couldn't sleep, all because of this thing you needed to do for work. You didn't want to get fired or anything. And that's the constant thing rattling round your brain.

'You're gunna get sacked.'

'You'll loose your spot.'

'They will think you're pathetic'

"What're you doing up love?" You then hear your girlfriend yawn. "Sorry Bills I didn't mean to wake you." She rubs her eyes adjusting to the light you had on in the living room. "You didn't babe. Why are you up this late?" You scatter the papers on the floor trying to find the one your after. "Bubba?" She then says a tad bit louder. "Hm? Oh, I needed to get this done, go back to bed billie-" "You come back to bed baby. You needa sleep." Your head just shakes. "Can't. I have to get this done." She lets out a sigh. "Please come to bed once your done." You mindlessly nod, still focusing on your work.

Days pass where this kept going on. Midnight, daily. She was getting really worried. Concerned. "Baby, it's your day off." She says looking at you scribbling something down on a piece of paper at the kitchen table. "I know but I forgot to do this." She sighs, her worry increasing. She goes to sit next to you. "Sweetheart." You hadn't heard her, too caught up with your burning thoughts. "Look at me." And you do, but not for long. Only to let her talk. "Your running yourself down, you need to take a break. Please." She pleaded.

But she knew deep down you wouldn't budge. You were definitely a hard worker. You didn't want her to worry either, you were fine. Right? "Its ok Bills once I'm done with this I will." "And when is that because it's been days." You continue to write. "Just a few more days." She sighs, standing up and leaving the room.

It was bad, truly bad. You haven't slept in 4 days, nearly 5 once the clock struck 12. You hadn't eaten. It's as if something was wrong with you, you had never done this before. Until the sleep deprivation kicked in. You felt it, feeling your lids slowly close. Your head going along with it, knocking out on the table. You hadn't even realized. That was until Billie came down, ready to shoot some sense into you, when she saw you dead asleep. She was so thankful. Tip toeing around to shut your laptop, when you wake back up again. "Fuck." She curses under her breath.

"Shit!" You say. "How long was I out for?" You ask her, that franticness coming back. "I dunno babe, you-" "No no no." You look at the clock. "It's 12. No..." Her eyes scan your face. Her worried look still evident. "Baby." She says sternly. Sensing what was approaching. "Oh God." You grab your chest trying to stay calm, but with the lack of sleep mixed with the lack of hunger your body just couldn't. A panic attack started to form.

Billie was quick to you, wanting to grab your face to get you to look at her, but truly not wanting to overwhelm you anymore. "Bub, please look at me." Tears build up, your breathing unsteady. "Baby, hey." Her voice was soft. "I-" You begin, feeling your chest tighten. "Can I touch you?" You finally look at her, nodding frantically, feeling like you're going insane. She was quick to grab your hand putting it on her chest. "Do your breathing. In.. and out." You shake your head but she just nods.

"Yes, in and out." Your eyes shut, trying so damn hard to focus on her voice. Then slowly your breathing comes back slightly. "There you go, that's it. Feel how still my heart is?" You nod, feeling her gently place her hand on your chest. "I want yours to be the same. Deep breath in, through your nose." You do so feeling a little bit calmer. "Then out." You breathe out, feeling the exhaustion finally hit you like a wave. "Few more times." She then says, feeling it still beating a bit fast. You nod, fixing your breathing until it was normal again. Things were silent. Until she spoke up.

"Talk to me sweet girl." Her thumb rubs under your eye, moving to the other. "I had to finish this stupid thing which I'm now coming to my senses was for no reason, I had time I don't know what got into me." That was a lie, you do know. And it was your evil coworker. She knew how hard you worked, knowing how intent you could sometimes be, she's the one who riled you up. "Bub." She knew you were lying too, she knew you better than anything. "Fucking Hannah. She's a stupid bitch oh my god. I absolutely hate her and the way she gets to me so easily." Billie grips both your hands in hers.

Making sure you're staying calm. "She bugs me too, I think you need to tell your boss because if anything she should be getting fired. Not you, because you haven't finished something in the right time. But her for being an evil fucking cunt." You sniffle, a small laugh to be heard. "Billie." "What! She is." You smile at her. "Thank you." You then say. "What for angel." Her hand comes to put any loose strand of hair behind your ear. "For being here, I feel like I've been awful." Her head shakes.

"So far from that, you've been working so hard even if it was worrisome. You were so determined and I admire you tons for that." Her words made you smile. "But I really do advice sleep, please." You nod. "Yeah.. I agree with you, I'm definitely feeling it now." She nods. "Dare I say good, its like you were a frozen statue over the past few days." You sigh a bit. "Sorry baby." She squeezes your hands, in an 'it's ok' way. "And Missy. You needa eat something." She then gets up grabbing a small snack from the fridge.

After that you get into bed with her for well needed rest. You turn to face her as her arm slings over your waist. "I missed you." She then says. "Missed snuggling with my girl."She finishes off. You give her a smile. "I'm sorry again, I truly am Billie I never wanted to worry you or for it to get so out of hand like it did." Her hand lands on your cheek so delicately. "Come to me in future my love, talk to me. That's what I'm here for yeah? I'm here for you always." Your body moves to cuddle hers, wrapping your arms around her. She holds you tightly. "From now on we talk hm?" Your head nods as you feel sleep taking over again. "We talk." - "Good." She kisses your forehead.

"I love you." You then say.

"I love you so much more."

[milkzoro]

watch me fuck MY girl

-> t. law 🧊

SUMMARY: y/n likes to go live & flirt with her horny audience for money - but her bf hates it, so he decides to give her a lil scare (he’s insanely jealous)

WARNINGS: mdni, smut, camgirl!y/n, stalker!law, mask kink, fucking on live, dom!law, degrading, teasing, possessive!law, creampie, missionary, doggy

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

“‘you’re so pretty.’” you gleamed up at your destop camera as you read the comments flowing through your feed, making sure your silhouette showed all your right angles as you replied sweetly. your viewers were obsessed with the innocent little act you put on for them.

your stream was going great as always, meticulously showing off glimpses of your cleavage and speaking in a way that made your glossy lips pout — it was such easy money.

your night was was breezing by, effortless earning hundreds of tips just from entertaining lonleg men in the night. the sultry smiles never left your dolled up face, until something one of the comments made all the color from your face disappear.

anonymous6627: i have her address. watch my live in two hours

more and more comments flooded your feed, discarding the image of the previous comment. but you saw another one.

you knew it was probably nothing but the what if thoughts replayed in your mind.

the comments from the unnamed account kept coming.

anonymous6627: watch yourself y/n

…

anonymous6627: cuz i’m always watching you :)

…

you scoffed. ‘stupids internet trolls, bet you wouldn’t say that off anon.’

sometimes people’s comments got to you, but it was never that serious. you continued on nonetheless.

you said your goodbyes as you were finishing up your stream, growing tired from hours of entertaining and answering questions.

in the next two hours it was your time to destress, cleansing yourself from todays work. a nice hot shower and herbal remedies to put your mind at ease. you were in your more comfortable clothes and rested peacefully with a warm cup in hand in the confinements of your home.

but you heard a knock at the door , you shuffled over in your fuzzy slippers and peeped through the little hole in the wood, feeling safe enough to do so through your locked door. or so you thought.

there stood a man in a mask, hiding his face like a coward. he stood restlessly waiting for you to answer, but you never did.

he slammed against the wood harder, jiggling on the door handle when you didn’t answer the second time.

“open up y/n-ya!”

his voice released the tension that was holding tight on your heart. “shit!! law is that you?? you asshole!” you opened to door to meet his figure, smacking his chest and pulling off the black sack mask he wore to hide his face.

your hits didn’t even phase your tall boyfriend, he just laughed in your face.

“what babe? you scareddddd.” he pulled you inside your apartment.

“i just wanna show those chronically online losers what’s mine.”

what did he mean by that?

he took out him phone and propped it up high on one of your shelves to show the entirety of your bedroom, not quite pressing record yet. he ignored you when you questioned him.

“they were getting too bold in your comments, y/n ya~ ‘i’ll make you do backflips on it’?” he shook his head in disbelief. heat rose to your cheeks as he mocked the people in your comments, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

he laughed again.

“please, they’re speaking as if they could even satisfy my pretty girl~”

he grabbed hold of your chin to force you to look at him.

law knew how to make you squirm, he was embarrassing you on purpose, and he knew you liked it. the way he talked down on your poor choices and belittled you made the ache in your abdomen tremble.

he just wouldn’t let it go.

“such a fucking skank for entertaining those pathetic idiots… you like it don’t you?” his grip on your cheeks fell as he set up to press the little red ‘LIVE’ button.

“praises from touch-starved basement dwellers, want them to fuck you baby? think they could make you cum?”

he faced you with his back towards the camera, ripping back his mask from you and putting it on before turning to the lens and giving it a thumbs up.

“the truth is, you like the attention, huh? let’s just see how badly you want it.”

you pleaded. hoping he would reconsider but there was no sign he was going to change his mind. was this a punishment?

“law, baby wait—”

“nuh-uh, get on the bed y/n-ya… think i can let you talk to those guys like that? your actions have consequences my love, let’s give your fans a show, you’d like that huh?”

you fell to your bed aimlessly, his words coaxing you to follow each command. but really, you did want them to watch how well he fucked you, the idea made the knots in your abdomen tighter than they already were.

before you knew it he was on top of you and between your legs, pulling up your thighs and removing your pants for you. mind already dizzy from adjusting to his fast pace, it was happening too fast, you were whimpering for him.

so rough, and the mask, ugh it did something to you.

his fingers found your clit in seconds, playing with it just barely before slamming fully into you. you yelped.

“law! oh my god!—”

“fuck, that’s it. make noise for them, tell ‘em how good i fuck your tight little holes.”

he held you down as he jackhammered your tight cunt, the sensation of being stretched and then empty again made your head spin. the pleasure making you spew nonsense, the only thing law could understand was just mindless and filthy moans.

“you fuck me so good baby, please, ahh!— keep going!” your hips met his with each quick thrust, smacking sounds and muffled moans filled the speakers of everyone’s phones who was tuned into your stream. you had forgot that was even happening but it made you weak, having your fans watch you squirm from the touch of your crazy boyfriend. you were going to cum, hard.

hundreds, no, thousands of comments fled through the feed.

there were creeps begging for a closer angle and some were disgusted. in the moment, you couldn’t care less what people were saying, you just wanted to feed the hunger growing within your cunt.

law kept up his pace, his thick cock kissing deep in your warmth. “gonna cum for me baby? cream around my cock?”

“uh huh, ahh!— keep… g-going gonna cum-” your fingers clung to the clothes he wore on his back, bracing yourself for the deep contractions that were to come with your orgasm.

“fuck!—gonna fill you baby, make you mine, you’re mine.”

“yes! god, yes!! cum in me law! ‘mmm coming!

he pulled out, smirking under his mask as he did so, you cried out. “babyyyyyyyy p-please… was so close..”

“ass up.” he motioned to do so with his fist closed and his index finger pointing upward.

in his lust filled eyes, you were taking too long. his strong arms latched to both sides of your ass and forcefully flipped you over, pushing your face into the pillows of your messy bed.

“you look so pretty for me baby, gonna fuck you good. okay?” his fingers traced up your ass before plunging them into your sopping cunt. “law! auhhh!—” you whimpered into the pillow, falling apart at the touch of his hands. he swirled his digits around meticulously before taking them back out again.

the tip of his cock slid between your slick folds, coating it with your sweet juices. your walls hugged him perfectly as he filled you back up again. “ya- fuckkk… such a perfect pussy, princess. holdin me so fucking tight, fuck!”

he felt his own high approaching, pre cum spilled within you and his cock throbbed hard. he was at the crash, forcefully stuffing your achy cunt until he heard your cries.

“FUCK iM GONNA C-CUM!”

“wait for me y/n, i’m i’m right fuck. i’m rightt there. shhhiiiiit— ‘m coming baby.. s-scream my name for them.”

you forgot about the audience once again but it was so fucking hot seeing you man get off to fucking you in front of thousands, your fans… you screamed for him.

“laww!! so fucking good!” you fucked back on his hips as he had you bent over, smacking against him as your arousal consumed you—you creamed around his cock, white substance dripped from your stretched hole.

even more poured from your sopping cunt as your man came inside you, moans and whines fled his mouth, your sweet name and many profanities.

you laid there for a moment, completely fucked out, waiting for law to get the towel and run to turn off the camera. once it had stoped recording he came to your side and removed his mask, tenderly kissing your warm skin and cleansing any remaining liquid.

“round two? the cameras off baby.” he kept kissing you, his sweeter side coming through with the absence of the mask. he snickered.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

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[feligayzed]

WRITING JUMPSCARE 💥💥💥

This was a short little drabble I scribbled up a HOT minute ago when I first saw the nefarious "destroy painter" screenshot, along with Zeal's comment about how Sebastian would kill you without thought....or something along those lines you get the idea

The first and only time I've written in 2nd person 😢 sorry you are NOT kissing the fish

Once again I don't do endings ENJOY

Wc: 582

You're walking down a hallway when a vent pops out of the wall. Subconsciously you're expecting a remark from Sebastian, beckoning you inside, but the soft-spoken words never come. The absence of the greeting unnerves you, but you're familiar, so you don't hesitate to duck inside the vent.

He's not there.

You're dumbfounded. He's always there, coiled in the corner of his shop, his findings neatly displayed along his flank. Always. You know of the mutant's obsession with data, and you've got quite a haul, so why-?

You're barely half a step inside when you're wrenched off your feet, a haggard gasp forcing its way from your lungs as you're slammed up into the wall with remarkable force.

"Let's ditch the formalities, yeah?"

Static swims in your vision and you can feel yourself fading, but a sharp backhand to the face jerks you back to reality. Instinctively you reach up to coddle the sting, but the stunned gears in your mind suddenly start churning. You're dangling. You're choking. Your hands instead fly to the massive fist straining around your neck, feet scrambling for purchase. The effort is futile.

Sebastian's face is inches from yours, jagged teeth bared in a snarl. Scales scrape against concrete as he repositions his long serpentine body, tail lashing dangerously behind him. His third hand twitches for the shotgun at his side, but he doesn't draw it. The space is suffocating. You're trapped.

"I know who you are, and you know what you did. Are you satisfied? Do you feel accomplished? Do you feel vindicated, that it was a righteous decision, that he deserved it, so why should you feel guilty?"

His voice is laced with venom, a gutteral growl rising in his chest. The pinprick of claws in your neck is hardly noticed as a primal fear jumpstarts your heart, blood pounding in your ears. What is this about? Who?? Your terrified mind races to put together the pieces, what the hell could have made him react like this. The fucking computer....??

You open your mouth to get a desperate word in, but his fist clenches tighter, cutting you off completely. His eyes flash cold and lethal, and you see now that there is no humanity left in his feral gaze. At least not for you.

"You're fucking pathetic. You, and all the other desperate pieces of shit they sent down here. I should slaughter you all. Right here, right now. I'm tired, Expendable. Sick and fucking tired of granting you all politeness. Why should I? Why should I, when all that you are is a disgusting, worthless, undeserving sack of shit they could easily get their greedy hands on.

You're nothing. No one will miss you. No one will wonder about you. No one will be here to clean up your bloody mess. I'm going to tear you apart, limb from fucking limb, and I'm going to relish it. All this talk of mercy, it's all bullshit. You're going to rot down here, and I'm going to revel in the knowledge."

In a jerking motion too fast to register, you're sent sprawling onto the dusty concrete floor. White hot pain bloomed down your sides, and distantly you knew your ribs had shattered. Unfortunately that was the least of your concerns. His bulk moved to block the vent you came in from, and you slumped in defeat as any hope of escape bled out through the punctures in your neck.

"Eat shit and die loser." The End!!

[ectologia]

Okie dokie, hear me out now…

Tomu’ has an incredible pain tolerance, absolutely mind blowing, but his pleasure tolerance?

I bet it’s low when he’s not the one doing the stimulation. He’s too rough with himself, he doesn’t know what moderation or self control even is. He’s also got to be cautious with himself, so when it’s someone else and he relaxes?

Weak as hell. He’s coming in less than a minute. Easily overstimulated but addicted to it just as quickly, all but panting and begging for more even as he’s got tears streaming down his face and his tongue sticking out like a dog. Absolutely pathetic and when you praise him in combination?

He’s so much more than the show lets him be, but he’s still just a 21 year old piece of shit, we forget. He’d be so easy to manipulate in the right hands. Of course, he’s a quick learner, caution needs to be taken because he’s got a ego problem, but you set the temperature just right?

He’d be an adorable submissive.

Hope you’re day is going well♥️ Just throwing out thirsts~ Love seeing your work!

LET IT HAPPEN

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: OVERSTIMULATION, CHAINS, GENITAL SPANKING, MOMMY FETISH, HANDJOB, FELLATIO, MALE MASTURBATION, SUBBY SHIGGY

He likes it hard and fast, so you give it to him slow.

Slow, soft, feather-light touches, stroking up and down his swollen length while his thin layer of foreskin clicks over his angry, red tip with every rock of your hand.

His toes crease and curl into the sheets below him, his wrists twisting and wringing in the chains strung above his head, nailed to the headboard.

“Fuck sake.. How ‘m I supposed to cum when you’re barely even fuckin’ touching me.”

He growls when this earns him a spank to his big dick, flinching and bobbing against his tensed stomach.

“You have to be patient, Tomura.”

He throws his head back in a fit, huffing and puffing while his hips buck into your palm occasionally. “Can you at least go faster.”

“Who’s in charge right now?”

Crimson-reds narrow at your petite form crouched between his thighs, fisting away at his massive cock.

It’s difficult to be intimated when he’s the one chained up this time.

You decide to up the anti. Your whole arm goes into striding up and down the thick length, stroking and pumping him rapidly. His back straightens and he raises, no longer relaxed.

No longer cocky.

“Ah.. Oh, shit. That’s.. Mmh..”

You raise your head to asses the situation, grinning up at his now frizzy and static locks of Alice blue, lain across his dewy forhead like wispy spider webs. The apples of his cheeks don a pinkish hue, tucked into his shoulder as he attempts to hide his feeble expression.

“Is that good baby boy?”

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch—”

He cries out this time as you slap the chubby head of his dick, sensitive and needy and dribbling with pre-cum.

“It’s mommy.”

He snickers wickedly through grit teeth. “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.” He punctuates his sentence with a snide grin, but you can see the hint of hesitance.

Of fear.

His tongue glides over his teeth as he watches a fat wad of saliva stretch from your lips into the tiny, drooling slit placed at the crest of his cock. The sticky bubbling fluid is smeared all the way down to the plump set of tightened balls hanging by his ass. The moment you hunch to flick at his head with the velvety flat of your tongue, he’s mewling.

“Oh god..”

You hollow your cheeks as you suckle on his tip, suctioning the heavy bulb against the roof of your mouth as he curses and snarls like a beast. His thighs begin to shiver either side of you, quivering and shaking against the stimulation. Your hand slips down to the crease of his ass to mould and massage at his twitching sack, closing your eyes in favour of nursing on his cock and fondling his balls with no distractions, rolling and pinching at the delicate flesh.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god I’m gonna cum so fucking hard— shit!”

He’s caught off guard by the sudden release of his genitals, snapping his head down to stare wide eyed and frantic. His prick throbs in your palm eagerly as you press a kiss to the stiffened spine.

“What the fuck!” He squirms in his restraints, attacking at the silver links.

He hisses and jolts away after his fat, swollen balls earn a curt spank.

“You have to say please.”

“Are you kidding me?” He shifts against the mattress, his full sack and horny dick bouncing against his taint “Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “Please.”

“Please what?”

He gapes, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “I don’t fucki— I don’t know.”

“What’s my name?”

“Seriously.”

You shrug your shoulders, a giddy smile present on your face. “If you want to cum.”

He scowls, sighing. “... Mommy.” His chin hangs low against his chest as he mumbles.

“Good boy.”

You resume your sucking, milking his cock with your tongue while your warm hands jerk his sensitive ballsack side to side. His wails increase the longer you draw it out, nowhere to go and nothing to cling to in his confines. His feet kick out and shuffle, planting his heels into the dough of your mattress as he thumps his pubic bone up into your nose.

“Mommy! Mommy! Fuck!”

“Mmh?” Your mocking hums vibrate throughout his body, tingling and prickling against his member. You rise, swiping at your slicked up chin with your knuckles. “You wanna cum baby boy?.. Yeah? You wanna cum for mommy?”

He nods, distraught and yearning. His nails chip at the pudgy flesh of his palm as he balls them into fists, hitting and tapping against the wall behind him as he attempts to suppress the watery, bubbling tears collecting above his eye-line from seeping out.

“What do you say?” Your fingers pinch and flick at his fat mushroom-tip, scrubbing the puckered slit against your palm as he whimpers.

“Mommy— Please, Mommy..”

“That’s better..”

The slippery wet muscle of his tongue rolls out of his mouth like a plush carpet, lolling against the harsh cracks of his lips. His noises are barely coherent, reduced to guttural howls and whines.

He’s panting. Up until the moment his dick finally explodes, spurting and spraying sticky white ropes over your hand. He squeals like a pig, flinching as you continue to pump his massive, rock hard cock even after his orgasm. He thrashes about in his restraints, his whole body tense and rigid as you continue to jerk him off, forcing him to cum and cum and cum.

“Mommy! Mommy please! Fuck— enough!” He pleads and begs for you to stop, but the evident rock of his hips tells you he only wants more.

“Fuck! I’m shooting blanks here baby, please!”

Your hand retracts, slowly easing away.

He pants, gasping and heaving as he blinks up at the ceiling. While he catches his breath, you admire the drooping stripes of jizz seeping down his tight balls, throbbing and squeezing and pulsing next to his taught little asshole.

His chin angles forward, carnal eyes squinting at you from between tresses of white locks.

“Are you okay?” You cock your head, spidering a comforting hand up to rub his thigh.

“Let’s do that again.”

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 4 (Teratophilia)

Deadite!Ellie (Evil Dead Rise) x Reader (NSFW)

(1,351 words)

Summary: You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that having sex with the demonic version of your neighbor is dangerous.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, dead dove do not eat (seriously, this shit gets BANANAS), graphic depictions of violence, viewing the aftermath of a murder scene, stabbing, blasphemy (kinda), head trauma, breaking in, dubcon (ish), Ellie being mean, sadism, biting, scratching, monster fucking, oral sex

Notes: MAGGOT MOMMY <3 I had her specifically in mind for this one. I saw this with my friends over the summer and they thought I was CRAZY bc I said I could fix her LMAO anyway, enjoy the fic!!!

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You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that hearing the loud thuds of people running and falling outside your door is dangerous. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that hearing screams, bloodcurdling enough to know there was a threat is dangerous. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that several gunshots, sending loud enough bangs to make your ears ring, is dangerous. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that hearing laughter, full of malice, is dangerous.

So when you decided to peek your head out the door only to be met with the dead bodies of your neighbors, splayed out and bloodied across the hallway, you knew your horror movie knowledge wouldn’t be able to save you now.

The scent of death wafted around the hallway. Blood poured from the bodies of your poor neighbors. You were grateful to be situated at the other end of the hall, if you had a closer view to the emptied chasms of their insides, you were sure you would be sick.

At the end of the hallway stood Ellie. She looked dead. Her skin was pale, littered with bruises and cuts. Her deep red hair was matted. She was covered in blood.

Ellie? There is no way she could’ve done something like this. She was kind, always making sure to hold the elevator for others when they were running late. She took no-nonsense from anyone or anything. She had three children to take care of- all of whom you saw were being raised to be good people. She knew the neighbors. She knew you. She wouldn’t have done this to them.

Or at least that’s what you thought until you saw her prowl down the hallway. What you saw, wasn’t the Ellie you recognized. It seemed as if all her bones were broken, and put together the wrong way. Somehow, she moved like a wounded animal, but also like a dangerous predator. The sound of her heels dragging and scuffing against the floor along with the garbled coughs of your dying neighbors was a sound that was sure to stick with you for as long as you lived- which you assumed wouldn’t be much longer. As Ellie continue to stalk closer to your door, decided that if you were about to die, you wouldn’t go down easy.

Slamming your door and locking it, you arm yourself with a kitchen knife, and begin to pray. You can hear the thud of her footsteps stop. For a brief moment, you feel relief, until loud and heavy pounding starts to come directly at your door.

“God won’t save you now.” A hoarse, demonic, almost inhuman sounding voice taunts from the other side of the door. Mustering enough courage to look through the peephole, Ellie stares at you. Sunken, black circles surrounded her eyes, looking bruised and bloodied. Her eyes were no longer the bright blue you had seen flash you kind glances in the past, but a ghostly, milky white. Dead. Lifeless. Yet, there she stood outside your apartment, staring back out you through the peephole with a crooked and menacing grin.

“It’s so pathetic,” she says blankly. “Praying as if you think you’re going to make it out of here…” You grip your knife tighter. “As if God can even hear you.”

“Jesus, Ellie,” you reply, hushed. “What the fuck happened to you? You don’t look so good.”

“Ellie’s rotting in hell with the rest of your sack of shit neighbors!” She shrieks. You look away from the peephole as Ellie reels back and continuously slams her head against the door. The wood begins to splinter and crack, and you can only watch in horror as the woman you once called your neighbor, makes her way into your only safe haven.

“Mommy’s home.” She drawls distortedly. She sets her sights on you, creeping over surprisingly quick where you can feel her, just inches away from your skin.

Jamming your knife into the side of her skull, she pauses for a moment. Did you get her? Is she dead? You get your answer soon enough as she pulls the knife from her head and slams it right next your hand where she has you backed up on your kitchen table. Despite the dread churning in your stomach, the proximity of her body so close to yours was enough to spike your arousal, as well as fear.

“Such a pitiful sight,” she teases, as you feel the air of her breath on your neck. You let out an involuntary whimper, cheeks beginning to heat up. Ellie sees this and barks out a cruel laugh. Her hands move across your body, clawing and grabbing at every crevice. “You are such a coward,” she chides. “Letting a monster feel you up.” She was right and all you could do was nod. “I know you’d do anything to stay alive, right?” Her voice drops to a sweet tone. It’s sick to hear such a scary and mocking voice have such a sweet tone.

“…Yes” you grit out, shaking.

“It’s always the sluts like you that make the most delicious screams.” She smiles wickedly, before violently kissing and biting at your chest. Your shirt is practically torn open as Ellie pushes you down and pins you to the table.

Moving your hands up to touch her, Ellie painfully slams your hands above your head, back to the table. Her mouth continues wandering down your chest, teeth grazing over your nipple, threatening to bite. Your breath hitches, and you let out a pained moan when she finally does. Her teeth sink down on the sensitive flesh, and she does nothing but laugh as you writhe around her.

Her nails rake down the rest your body, surely hard enough to leave a mark. You let out a moan of relief when she unattaches from your chest. She sinks down to your arousal, ripping off the pants of your legs with terrifying ease.

“You are one sick, disgusting fuck,” She sighs with false disappointment. “So fucking horny while your neighbors die all around you…” The shame washes over you, but Ellie’s ministrations as she teases you through your underwear make it hard for you to focus on anything other than getting off. “I can smell how much you’re enjoying this, you pathetic whore.”

You let out a whine as Ellie coaxes you right to the edge, stopping just before the point of no return. She sinks down, spreading your legs, leaving you splayed out on your kitchen table.

“You must be completely fucking stupid if you think I would let you off that easily.” She jabs. Pulling off your underwear, you lay there on your table, while a feral, monstrous version of your neighbor starts to violently go down on you.

Her tongue is fast as it swipes over you. She’s messy and rough, leaving no spot untouched, chuckling and murmuring filthy phrases into your sex. Your back arches and you grip the edge of the table, white-knuckled, whimpering shamelessly. The table begins to shake as her arms sling over your legs, holding you down. Her grip is harsh, marks sure to be left behind. She bites into your inner thigh, which only further spurs on your wanton feelings, starting to reach the edge.

Looking over to your side, the bloodied knife stares back at you. In the midst of your euphoric high, you hatch an idea to stab this demonic version of Ellie while distracted, give you time to possibly escape.

You don’t have much time to waste. When your orgasm quickly washes over you, Ellie gets up, spying the knife as you swing it up. She catches it, blade going directly through her hand. In your hazy state, she smilies back out you with that same malice she’s had this whole time.

“Aw,” she taunts. “Did you really think that stabbing me again would put me down?” There’s that sadistic sweetness in her voice. She drops the act almost immediately, lunging at you with her hand around your throat. “That was a naughty trick, and naughty behavior deserves to be punished.”

[poppy-metal]

punishment from patrick where he makes you kneel in front of him while he fucks a fleshlight in front of you :(( cause you're such a fucking stubborn bratty girl you don't get to be fucked, you get to spit on his cock to get it wet for his toy :(( makes you tongue at his balls while he bounces the silicone pussy on and off his cock, taunts you the whole time about it too, cause he's real mean :((( "this pussies so fucking good" because he knows you fucking hate to hear that, the way you whine and pout and demand he say it's not true - that your cunt is tighter but he just groans "I dont know baby - it's so fucking - wet -" the slick sound of him pumping it up and down his rigid cock mirror that - "- and tight - shit. bet you wish it was you, huh? grippin my cock and milkin' it with that - fuck - hot little pussy -"

you whine - rub your hands up and down his tense thighs. thick and fuzzy and flexing with the motions of his fucking - "please - " you whine. "daddy, I could fuck you so much better. and my pussies warm. you need a warm pussy on your cock - let me make it warm for you -"

it's tempting. he bites his lip. his balls throb, full and swollen. and he thinks it's so much fucking hotter to deny you even more - really break you down for that attitude you'd had earlier - "that's nice, baby. but this toys gonna get my cum, not you." his other hand comes down to grip the back of your head, drags you back between his legs - "you can warm my fucking nuts. show me how fucking sorry you are with that mouth."

and it's not what you want but you'll take what you can get. leaning in and tugging his sack into your mouth, rolling the twin balls in your mouth and feeling them bounce on your tongue as he fucks the fleshlight with fast wet tugs. your neglected cunt throbs - but patrick is on cloud nine, keeps your head in place "aw, yeah - right there - push my balls around on your tongue - get my fucking cum ready to fill this pussy -"

you dutifully suck around him. hum and lave his sack with all your attention. letting drool dribble down your chin and get his fuzzy thighs all sticky with spit, dripping down to his taint. his eyes roll back and you feel the moment he cums - could tell even if he didn't groan and curse - by the way his balls pulse and throb in your mouth - his thighs twitching on either side of your head.

his spent cock slips from the toys hole - bobs against his stomach flushed and not yet soft. he tips the silicone at you, lips twitching - you can see where his cum seeps out of the plastic cunts hole - "you still want it?"

fuck it. you nod.

"then fucking eat it."

you do - darting forward to suck his cum from the toy, digging your tongue inside the plastic to scoop out every tangy drop. whine into it at his taste . "that's it. every drop -" he pulls the toy away and grins when you finish.

he still has a hard cock that he reaches down to grip lazily.

"you can go." he jerks his head to his door. he's already rubbing the lips of the toy at his engorged tip, teasing it open. "thanks for making it wet for me."

you want to stomp your foot. "but -"

"im gonna cum again -" he grunts and slides the fleshlight over his cock again, taking his time with it, letting his cock slowly split the toy hole open as he sinks it down. "and you dont need me anymore right? I don't need you either - "

you shake your head "no - no - no - daddy I'm sorry. I'm sorry I take it back I take it back - "

fuck you sound so fucking good when you apologize and get all fucking pathetic. he wants to see more of it.

"yeah? you're sorry?"

you look at him with your big pouty lips and eyes, "yes - yes - daddy, I promise."

he places his foot on your knee, his grin is downright fucking sleazy as he looks down at you. spread out and naked and glorious. pumping the silicone pussy up and down up and down up and down.

he licks his lips - nudges his foot up your leg. "prove it - you want my cock again?" you nod. "lick my fucking feet."

[naughtyneganjdm]

Good Luck Charm - Chapter 34

Summary: Negan wakes up in The Sanctuary and tries to plan a way out.

Characters: Negan, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423063/chapters/145516129

At first? Everything hurt. It felt like Negan was conscious, but at the same time he couldn’t open his eyes. There was a loud dripping sound that he thought had woken him up. It was annoying and the longer it went, the louder it got for him. Enhancing the headache that he was currently experiencing. It took a long time before Negan finally came to. His long eyelashes fluttering to an open. Fuck, his head hurt. Whoever had attacked him rang his bell and they did it well.

Groaning out, Negan tried to pull his body up, but instead only managed to turn his head to the side. That’s when he realized he was no longer on the hard ground where he had been attacked, but he was laying stretched out on a mattress. His face was pressed against it and it felt like he was drooling. Scoffing, Negan’s eyes focused in on something in the distance seeing that the person who attacked him was sitting by a fire they obviously made inside of The Sanctuary. By the smell it seemed like they had caught something and brought it back to cook.

Turning again, Negan felt the wet pool near his mouth realizing that he was in fact drooling. It had him wondering how long he had been out for. Lifting his head just enough, he saw that the mattress that he was on was old, but it looked cleaner than the rest he had seen around The Sanctuary. Was he laying in this stranger’s bed?

Using all of his strength, Negan lifted himself up onto his knees and tried to wake himself up enough to figure out his next move. This person that attacked him was right at the center of the room. In order for him to escape, he was going to have to be seen. So that meant there was only one option. Move slowly. Attack and hope like hell he could get out of there. If not for him, then for Evie. He made her a promise and he had every intention to keep it.

Finally gaining the strength that he needed, Negan pulled himself up to his feet. Getting a feel for his surroundings, Negan came up with a plan. The person had set what appeared to be an assault rifle against the wall beside them. With the helmet they were wearing, Negan was certain that they wouldn’t be able to see him, let alone hear him coming up on them. He would tip toe, make a move for the rifle and then get the fuck out of there.

So that’s what he did. He moved unhurriedly, not wanting to draw attention to himself. His heart was hammering in his chest. God, everything hurt. Evie was not wrong. He wasn’t prepared for this. He was older. Not well exercised. Hell, this person proved that to him.

It seemed like everything was going well. He was a few steps behind the person and he was outstretching his arm toward the rifle. That was until he felt the person grabbing a firm hold of his wrist, using their strength to flip him over again onto his back in front of them. Wincing out, Negan tried to move when they wrenched his arm behind his back and he hissed out loudly.

“Wait, wait,” Negan held his hand up seeing them raising their fist as if they were going to hit him again. “I see that I stepped in on your territory. Okay? I don’t want to fuck with you. I swear on my sack. I was just looking for a place for me and my kids. This is obviously not the place. It’s yours, but please…let me go. I swear I won’t come back.”

Gradually the strength that was placed on his arm loosened and he huffed out loudly, “I swear I won’t come back. I won’t even tell people that you are here. This is your space and shit. Not mine. Please. I just wanna get the fuck out of here.”

Begging this person made him feel pathetic, but he was in no position to be fighting with this stranger. They had the upper hand at every move. They were stronger than him. They had weapons. There was no getting out of this. Hissing out, Negan felt them shoving his arm away and he slowly moved to his knees.

“I’m just gonna get out of your hair,” Negan held onto his arm, looking back toward the exit. Starting to get to his feet, Negan growled out when he felt the person putting pressure on his shoulder to get him to fall back onto his ass on the ground. “What the fuck man. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to intrude on your space. You’re stronger than me. I fucking get it.”

Trying to get up again, Negan scoffed when they grabbed a hold of the neck of the jacket he was wearing tugging him across the ground. Pushing back on his feet, Negan tried to pull himself up and huffed loudly, “Give me a fucking break. I’m not a fucking ragdoll.”

They were pulling him further back into The Sanctuary making it clear that he wasn’t going to be able to leave. The stranger led him back toward the fire where they were cooking whatever they had caught. Yanking on his shirt had them pulling him up onto his feet. A firm shove sent him stumbling back toward a chair that was beside the fire. Although with the force of the shove, it had him falling into his seat with it tipping backwards. Falling back out onto the ground, Negan grunted out. Anger was flooding his veins. Clenching his fists, Negan had never felt this embarrassed in such a long time. Scrambling to his feet, Negan made an attempt to run but he saw the stranger reaching for the gun and he stopped.

“The fuck do you want with me GI Joe?” Negan held his hands up in the air. Immediately, the stranger covered from head to toe in military gear pointed at the chair that had tipped over when he fell. “You want me to sit?”

The stranger nodded once. Snickering to himself, Negan lowered his head with his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Great. He knew he should have fucking avoided The Sanctuary. He didn’t know what he was thinking in coming here. The Sanctuary would be the first place the people from Alexandria would look for him.

A clapping sound filled the air and it made Negan’s eyes lift slowly. Sucking at his bottom lip, Negan debated his next move when the stranger pointed toward the chair again. Throwing his hands up in the air, he didn’t seem to have another option.

“Right. Okay boss,” Negan mocked in a bow before heading over toward the chair. Picking it up, he set it beside the fire and noticed the stranger was watching him closely. They were too close to that damn gun and there was no way he could outrun it. So he was going to see what the hell they wanted.

Instead of saying anything, the stranger kept still until Negan took a seat. Never breaking his eyes from the stranger, Negan followed their movement when they headed back toward the seat they were in originally. Swallowing down, Negan noticed them reaching for something to poke at what they were cooking and he licked his lips.

“What do you want from me?” Negan snapped, hoping to get some kind of answer. There was silence and it infuriated him. “I can’t do these long silences. You gotta fucking say something. You’re freaking me out here.”

More silence. That was all he was met with. Snorting again, he dropped his head into his hand and cussed to himself. A moment later, he felt a poke at his shoulder. Lifting his head, his eyes fell upon a plate that had a couple of pieces of meat on it. Gazing it over, Negan felt confused and surprised at the same time.

“What is this?” Negan wondered, eyeing over the plate. The stranger’s head tipped before they nodded over toward the fire. Over the fire that was burning, Negan finally realized that they had caught a wild pig and that’s what they were roasting. His stomach rumbled at the smell that was lingering just below his nose and he swore he was probably drooling again. It smelled so fucking good. And fuck, he wanted to eat it, but he didn’t understand why they were doing this.

Accepting the plate, Negan eyed over the meat and this time his stomach growled loud enough for him to hear. Shakily holding onto the plate, Negan watched as the stranger gathered some food on another plate for themselves.

“I’m confused,” Negan expressed, lowering the plate to his lap to set it there. “First you kick my ass and now you want to feed me. Why?”

The stranger looked back and even though he couldn’t see their face he could see that they were irritated with him which had him throwing his hands up in the air, “Fuck. Okay. I’ll eat the fucking pig. I just don’t fucking get it.”

Negan was cautious when the stranger got comfortable in their seat and he noticed that they were staring out at him, “You gonna eat with that badass helmet on? I think that would be a little complicated, don’t you?”

The stranger tipped their head to the side and they pointed toward the plate that was in his lap. Huffing out, Negan lifted the meat up and took a hearty bite of it. Throwing his hand up in the air, he watched the meat wiggle about and he knew he was being very dramatic, but he didn’t care.

“Satisfied?” Negan spoke with a mouthful and the stranger nodded once. Truthfully? Immediately after he scoffed that pig down. With the stuff that they were feeding him at Alexandria, this was a welcomed difference. Once he was done, Negan eyed over the pig and he wondered if he would get his ass handed to him again for wanting more. “Can I…”

Lifting his plate, Negan watched the stranger wave their hand toward the pig and nod. Surprisingly, the stranger kept their helmet on when they ate beneath their helmet and it amused Negan when he cut some more off the pig. How much he layered onto the plate was probably rude, but the stranger didn’t seem to care. They were slow in the way they ate and Negan could imagine that it was uncomfortable eating with a helmet on like that.

“Why are you keeping that helmet on? Are you all mangled under there or…?” Negan’s eyebrow arched in curiosity as he dropped back down into the chair. How fast he ate what he had grabbed probably looked terrible, but he was starving and it was so good. “What is this anyways? You kick my ass and this is your way of apologizing? Or is this you fattening me up so that you can eat my ass or something?”

As soon as those words left his mouth, the stranger slowly lifted their head and he snickered, “Which I’m telling you if that’s your plan, there isn’t much meat on me. I’m tall, but that’s about it. Can’t imagine I would make a good meal.”

After finishing his second helping of what he had grabbed, Negan held the plate in his hand and he wondered how long he was going to be forced to stay there, “Listen. This has been nice and all, but I really have to leave. See, I was just looking for a place for me and my children to stay. I can’t be shacking up with some super soldier here.”

There was no response. It was uncomfortable to say the least.

“So, I’m just gonna go,” Negan announced lowering the plate down at the side of the chair that he was seated in. “Thanks for the meal. It was nice. Tasted great. But, I have places to be. People to see.”

Attempting to get up, Negan scoffed when the boot of the stranger kicked him in the stomach knocking him back onto the seat. Groaning out, he glared out at the stranger and shook his head.

“Could you stop kicking my ass?” Negan asked of the stranger with his blood boiling. “Am I someone who pissed you off in the past? Or are you just out to fuck with me? Are you having fun?”

There was no response when the stranger set their plate down. Scrambling to go get up again, Negan hissed out when his foot connected with something that the stranger threw drawing him to trip over it and hit the ground hard.

“Fuck me,” Negan grunted, hitting his hand on the floor with how much that actually hurt. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Negan rolled onto his back and saw that the stranger was now standing over him. “Listen, I made a promise to my daughter that I would…”

Wincing out, Negan threw his hand up when the stranger lowered down over him and he felt a strong amount of pressure being pressed at the center of his throat. Drawing his head back, Negan knew that they wanted him to shut up so he did. After what felt like an incredibly long time, the stranger released Negan.

“What is this?” Negan wanted answers, his voice growing increasingly annoyed. “It’s like you have some personal vendetta against me here, yet you want to take care of me. What is it? Do you hate me or not?”

What sounded like a laugh fell from the person over him which shocked him. After this long they finally made a noise?

“So you’re not a mute?” Negan muttered, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “What is it Jack Reacher? Do you want to kick my ass or do you want to take care of me?”

“Well,” the voice was quiet, surprising Negan that they finally spoke. “That’s a complicated answer.”

With a firm shove of the helmet, he heard it hit the ground hard and suddenly it felt like everything around him started to spin. A familiar set of eyes was locked on his and he let out a tremoring breath.

“Fuck,” Negan cussed out, pulling himself back and away, scrambling to get away from the person that over was him. Hitting at the side of his head over and over again, Negan felt himself starting to panic. Loud smacks echoed and Negan let out a wince. “Wake up. Wake the fuck up.”

“What the hell are you doing?” the voice beckoned him, lowering down to grab his hands in order to get him to stop.

“I hit my head too hard. I knew this was too fucking weird,” Negan slurred out, his words coming out broken when he refused to look at the person. “You’re still dreaming you piece of shit. This isn’t real. You need to wake up. You need to get the fuck outta here and back to your children…”

“You’re not dreaming,” the grasp on his face was hard forcing Negan to look up and he let out a tremoring breath. “Look at me. Calm yourself. This is very much real. Tell me who I am.”

“Not real,” Negan whimpered, his eyes filling up with tears while he stared out at the person that was before him. “You’re not real.”

“Damn it Negan, you’re not dreaming,” the voice grew angrier, their eyes growing fierce with irritation. “Who am I? What’s my name?”

“Y/N,” Negan exhaled loudly, his body tremoring when he finally acknowledged the face that had been revealed to him when the helmet was taken off. “Even if I’m not dreaming, it’s just like before. My vision of you showing up everywhere I went. I’m conjuring you up again in my mind. Someone knocked me on my ass and since I’m out here looking for a place for our children, you’re here again. You left me almost five years ago and I thought I wasn’t crazy anymore, but…”

“I’m sorry, but what?” Y/N’s voice stammered, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion while Negan started sobbing before her. “What the hell is going on here? One, it’s been longer than five years. We both know that. Two, you’re conjuring me up? What does that mean?”

“You know that I was seeing visions of you to help me cope with losing you,” Negan reasoned with her, his heart hammering in his chest when he looked her over. “You were in my head. Everywhere I went, you were there. And that’s what’s happening now. Your my brain’s way of coming up with this moral compass of what I do right and wrong.”

“Well at least you were thinking of me. That’s a plus I guess,” she huffed, getting up from the ground and moving over toward her seat where she originally was. Grabbing a drink, she cracked something open before tossing one to Negan showing that she had thrown him a soda. “This isn’t fake Negan. You’re not dreaming. I’m really here.”

“That’s what you told me then too,” Negan declared, his whole body shaking when he realized just how fucked up things were starting to be again.

“Did I dress like this in your visions of me?” Y/N started to unhook her armor, revealing the black clothing that was beneath it.

“No. You looked like how you did when…” Negan’s breathing got caught in his throat, his mouth going dry thinking back on how things used to be. “But it’s been so long. Maybe my brain doesn’t realize that it’s you. Sure, you’re older and your hair is different…”

“Speak for yourself, you’re not young anymore either you know,” she took a long sip of the soda that she had, letting out a hiss after she swallowed it down. “What the hell did you do to your hair? Your hair was always one of the hottest things about you. Now you look like a fucking cueball.”

“It was hot,” Negan responded, reaching his hand up to rub it over the buzzcut that he had given himself when they allowed him to cut his own hair. A rush of warmth flooded into his cheeks when he felt embarrassed. “I thought you liked what I looked like no matter what.”

“I didn’t say you look bad, you just look better with hair,” she pointed out and Negan looked down at the soda that was in his hand. “Just like you look better with facial hair. The gray looks really good on you though.”

“Thanks. I think?” Negan grumbled to himself, sweeping his thumb over the soda can realizing that it was his favorite soda from when he was younger. “This is all too convenient, don’t you think? I return to The Sanctuary for the first time after how many years and I find you? You give me this nice ass meal and you…you have my favorite soda.”

“So you’re batshit, huh?” she was blunt, almost offending Negan when she stretched out her legs. “How long has that been happening?”

“It’s not funny,” Negan retorted, his eyebrows furrowing when she smirked and seemed amused. “I lost my mind when you died.”

“So you found my body?” she waved her hand about in the air which had Negan’s jaw flexing in frustration. Shaking his head had her leaning forward in the chair with her eyes narrowing. “Then how did you know I was dead?”

“I just had this conversation with Nathan. That’s why I’m hearing this from you,” Negan recalled what him and Nathan had talked about in the cell together in terms of how he knew that Y/N was dead. “Goddamn it Negan.”

“Speaking of Nathan where are our children, Negan?” she asked of him and it had Negan sitting uneasily at the other side of the fire that she had going.

“You know where they are,” Negan responded to her and she let out a tense laugh before throwing her hand up in the air. “They are where they have been for the last eight years.”

“Seven and some, but who is counting,” her voice was broken as Negan started crawling on his knees toward her. It had her giving him an odd expression when he got before her and noticed that there were a few scars over her face. Reaching out, he went to touch them, but she pulled her face away. “The last time I saw them, they were here. Where is Evie and Nathan?”

“Why is this happening again?” Negan wondered, seeing how this made her uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. “I don’t understand why it’s happening like this again. Is it because I hit my head? Is it because…”

Grunting, Negan felt Y/N grab a firm hold of him, bringing him in to crash her lips down over his. It was a powerful kiss that shocked him and when she released his shirt, he dropped down to the ground on his ass. His breathing was loud and he reached up to trace his fingertips over his bottom lip. He felt that. The warmth of her lips still lingered over his.

“Did that happen when you were having visions of me?” she inquired, her jaw flexing and he immediately shook his head. “What’s it going to take for you to realize that I’m real? I mean, your name is Negan. Our children are Evie and Nathan. The last time we saw each other was on a hill in an abandoned town. I asked you to leave to go back to Evie and Nathan. You tried to help me shoot myself, but you couldn’t do it.”

“This is all stuff that my own brain would know,” Negan reminded her, circling his finger over his head. Dropping her head back, she was frustrated with his response and he shook his head. “Anything you do to try to prove to me that you are you is exactly what my brain would do. More than anything, I want you to be alive. I want you to be real, but I saw your bite Y/N. I tried to convince you that it wasn’t a bite, but we both knew that it was.”

“Did you ever find my body?” Y/N stressed her previous question, her hands throwing out in the air when Negan shook his head. “What happened then? How do you know that I’m a vision and not real?”

“Because. I went back to look for you. I made the whole group of the Saviors look for you and I never found you,” Negan replied back, his voice growing raspier. “If you were alive, you loved Nathan and Evie way too much to stay away from them. You would have found your way back.

“Unless I couldn’t make it back to them. No matter how hard I fucking tried,” she explained, her voice breaking in her response as she let out a tremoring breath. “For seven years, I did everything I could to get back to them. Everything imaginable. Things you wouldn’t even be able to comprehend. But I couldn’t.”

“More than anything I want this to be real,” Negan whined, sliding forward to shakily reach out to touch her knee. Unlike before she felt real, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t crazy. Lowering his head, he cuddled his cheek in against her thigh and it had her reaching down to stroke her fingers over his scalp. Much like she did when they were younger and he had a headache. It had him whimpering, his eyes closing tightly while she comforted him. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“What happened to you?” her voice was quiet when he started to cry. “What happened here? What happened to The Sanctuary. Did you leave? Is that why everything fell to shit? Why aren’t you at the farm?”

“I can’t do this again,” Negan tipped his head, his pain filled hazel eyes staring up at her. “I made a promise to Evie that I would do everything to come back to her. If I allow this vision of you to keep talking to me, I will never want to leave. I know you can’t be here Y/N. You were bit and…”

His words came to a halt with her finger pressing over his lips to silence him. Undoing her shirt, Y/N pulled at the material over her shoulder revealing to him what looked like an incredibly well-done tattoo of two birds that were surrounded by flowers and thorns. Lifting up on his knees, Negan’s hands were shaking when he reached out to uneasily trace over the flesh where her wound was. That memory had been burned into his head so he would never forget where it was. Tracing his fingertips over the puckered flesh of the scarred skin, Negan licked his lips and he sighed.

“I don’t understand. Why would my brain come up with this? More than anything I’d want this to be real, but…” Negan scrambled for words, a breath leaving his lungs when her eyes connected with his. There was a sadness in them as Negan surveyed the tattoo. Near the center of it, there was a compass much like the one that he had covered up a long time ago that he had done for her.

“I’m real Negan,” she reached up, her fingers curling around his wrist and getting him to lower his hand down. “Are our children somewhere safe?”

“Yes,” Negan answered, his eyes looking down at her fingers that were wrapped around his flesh. “For now.”

“Then I will tell you what happened to me after you left that day. I tell you, you listen, then you tell me where our children are so I can finally be with them again. It’s been so long and I fought so hard to get back here,” she reasoned with Negan and he inhaled sharply. Nodding his head, Negan watched her pull the material of her shirt back over her shoulder. Sliding down onto the ground with Negan had him exhaling loudly with the warmth of her body near his. Setting the soda she gave him aside, Negan realized he was trembling with her so close to him. “When you left, I waited. I had this feeling that you might come back. I didn’t want you to see me like that. After a while, I thought you listened to me. So I put the gun up to my head, I was ready. I thought about Evie. About the moments that we talked about…but, we weren’t the only ones that were there in that town.”

“That’s impossible. We looked everywhere,” Negan thought back to the small town that they were in together when everything went down. “We were the only ones.”

“We weren’t. There was a team of a few people there. They were collecting medical supplies from a building. I swore while we were there I kept hearing shuffling. Sounds that didn’t make sense, but when I would look, nothing was there. I thought I was scaring myself,” she confessed and it had Negan’s face scrunching up as if trying to take in the information to make sense of it. But then again, he also remembered hearing things that day. Which only made this feel even stranger with her explanation. “I went to shoot myself and someone hit my hand. Knocked the gun right out of it. There were four or five people dressed in all black. Armored up like hell. They dragged me into the woods where they had a helicopter waiting. It felt like something out of a movie. I thought I had to be dead because it felt so surreal after everything that happened. Like I was imagining all of it because I was dying.”

Hearing all of this had Negan crying, it was hard to think back on that day. Shakily, Y/N’s hand reached out to place it over his and he hooked his fingers with hers. It felt good having that feeling, but it scared him more than anything.

“They took me to a facility in Philadelphia where they started doing these tests on me. Lots and lots of tests,” she explained, her voice breaking when she thought about her past and she shook her head. “And they hurt. It was so much pain that I didn’t think I would be able to survive it. Hell, I didn’t know whether I was alive or dead to begin with. Trapped in some world where I was just going to be punished for the rest of eternity.”

There was a long pause and Negan could see her face tense up and she looked angry, “It went on for so long. But there was a doctor there. He took a liking to me. I guess I reminded him of the daughter that he lost. I kept trying to escape to get back to you and the children. But no matter how hard I tried, they wouldn’t let me. After one of the tests they ran, it almost killed me. And this doctor didn’t like it. Wanted to keep me from getting hurt. So he told them that I died. But instead of letting me go, he took me with him to another base in Portland. Lied. Said I was his daughter. Got me this tattoo to cover up my scar…”

Shaking his head, Negan realized how truly crazy this sounded and right now it only seemed like it was his brain coming up with this elaborate story to make the woman he lost so long ago still alive.

“They trained me. They made me a soldier. They wanted me to obey and do what they wanted. They called themselves the CRM,” she informed Negan, her lips parting when she connected her eyes with his. “There were three big cities that they were in. The cities were self-sustainable. Just like the olden days Negan. It was amazing. And if I didn’t already have a family waiting for me at home…”

“This doesn’t sound real,” Negan reasoned with her and it made her laugh. Nodding, she lowered her head and he could see that she was crying. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t.”

“I wish it wasn’t,” she admitted to him, her voice breaking when she lifted her head back again. “They made me their perfect little soldier. I obeyed. I did what they wanted of me. And as long as that doctor was there? I was safe. I was his daughter after all. And for a while I liked it. I never had a family. So someone giving me attention, pampering me, treating me like I was his sweet daughter. It felt good. But it felt wrong. I had two children. He knew I had two children that he was keeping me from. But they ruined his image and the story that he told everyone. So I had to pretend. Pretend that everything was okay. Try to figure things out so I could escape. And I did so good. Just like I always did growing up. I was better than everyone at what I did. Even the men. I learned, I trained and I got to the top. Just like I busied myself with work when you left me.”

A sharp exhale fell from Negan’s lungs when she pulled her hand away from him and he could see that she was uncomfortable with herself, “Even though these three cities seemed perfect, the CRM was run by someone who always made me uncomfortable. A lot of the people in charge were shady. But I kept my head down. I played the long game because I knew what I had to do in order to try to leave. I played along. Even though everything seemed perfect on the outside, those cities were run on blood. The things that I did…”

She had to stop. It had her face twisting and she looked miserable thinking back on it. Instead, she shook her head and Negan didn’t know how to respond.

“There was a trip we had to make to Omaha. I was to accompany this doctor. Keep him safe. But there was an attack on the city. I don’t know how, but I escaped. I escaped when no one else did. I had a choice. I could go back and tell people what happened. Or I could die in that city with everyone else. So I made sure to leave everything there that tied me to the CRM. I found a car and I drove. I can’t tell you how much shit I went through to get back here. And how long it took me.”

“How did you get back here?” Negan uttered quietly and she shrugged her shoulders. “Going across the country sounds impossible. Especially considering the state of the world. In the normal world, that’s a day’s worth of driving. At least. And that’s non-stop.”

“It almost was impossible. I met a man and his two children,” she informed Negan who tensed up almost immediately hearing that. “In Kansas City they were locked up in a problem and we helped each other. When we finally got back here, we went to the farm to see that it was abandoned. This was probably about five months ago. I thought you and the children were dead. So I helped them get the farm back into working conditions. I told them they could stay there as long as they helped. Heaven knows that it was big enough for two families. And while they did it, I started looking for you and the children. I realized pretty quickly that The Sanctuary had fallen. But there were no signs of you or the children anywhere. So I kept coming back here hoping to find someone that would give me answers. I just never thought that it would be you. I thought you were dead. I thought our babies were…”

“No,” Negan immediately shook his head, his voice tremoring when she started to get upset. “Nathan and Evie are very much alive. They are.”

“And they’re safe?” she repeated a question she had earlier which led to him nodding.

“This guy that helped you…” Negan breathed out slowly, his eyes gazing over Y/N when he bit down on his bottom lip. “Did the two of you…?”

“That’s really what you’re focusing on after everything I’ve told you?” she snapped at Negan causing his jaw to tense up when she eyed him over. “See, no. You see, I married this guy a while back. Sexiest guy I’d ever known. Great in bed, really incredible body…” the more she spoke, the paler Negan seemed to get and he looked upset. Taking off the glove that she was wearing, she smacked Negan with it and heard him huff. “It’s you, you idiot.”

“Oh,” Negan realized where she was headed with everything and he let out an uncomfortable breath. “You travel across the country with someone, the two of you might have gotten close and…”

“I was married to you,” she lifted her hand to show Negan that she had his name tattooed around her index finger. “My tattoo on my shoulder and this linked me to you and the children. It kept me grounded in my worst moments so I knew who I was and where I belonged.”

Pushing the sleeve up on her shirt, she revealed the tattoo that she had gotten with Negan of Evie’s name so long ago. Doing the same, Negan lined his arm up next to hers and let out an uneasy breath.

“What about you? Did you find someone after me?” she spoke faintly, almost a fear in her tone. “I can’t imagine you waited very long.”

“Oh, I’ve had loads of sex since you were gone,” Negan explained, his jaw flexing when he realized that he upset her. “So much sex in fact that sometimes I felt like all I did was orgasm. Constantly.”

“Sounds like you,” she rolled her eyes, pulling away from him. Laughing out, Negan outstretched his hands before her and she tipped her head to the side.

“Meet my sex partners. I think you know them very well,” Negan held his hands out before her only to have her push into his chest and shove him away. “Hell, you can dish it and scare the hell outta me, but the moment I do it back to you, you hit me.”

She rolled her eyes and in that moment it was the first warmth of happiness he felt being near her, “I haven’t slept with anyone since you left Y/N. My right and left hand are really the only things I’ve gotten personal with. But you probably will want to kill me after I tell you what happened. I have so many questions for you. But a deal is a deal.”

“Right,” she looked like she wanted to explode with tears, but she wasn’t. Sliding in beside her, Negan knew that he wanted to be near her. Even if she was fake, this was the best he had felt in a long time. “So what happened?”

“I had a breakdown when I lost you,” Negan alerted her, feeling a sense of shame flooding his body. “You asked me to do one thing and I promised you that I would, but…” Negan considered what he was saying, but he knew that he had to be honest. “I came back here when you asked me to. I talked to Evie who broke the fuck down. We both did. She told me I had to go back to you, so I did. But when I got there you weren’t there. I looked for you for eighteen hours non-stop. I got all of the saviors involved. We went looking for you. That day I had to be forced to go home to rest before starting all over the next day. For weeks, I kept looking. I know that I promised you that I would go to the farm and I swore I was going to, but I needed the power. I needed to find you. I needed to let the kids have a grave for their mother to be at. But each day got harder and harder. I snapped. I started seeing visions of you that I thought were real at first. All day. Every day. I was so…broken.”

Negan held his hands out, his body trembling when he relayed back to her about the past, “I stopped just…being here. I checked out and our daughter had to pick up the pieces. She took care of me. She took care of Nathan. And then I just went into a downward spiral. I knew that we should have been going to the farm. I promised you. But here I had people to look for you. And that’s why we were still here. Then Rick attacked The Sanctuary. I got lost in things. I was blinded by my own greed and I ignored what I promised you. I wanted to win this fight with Rick more than anything to keep my mind off the pain. But…I lost. They captured me. Rick cut my throat. Nearly killed me. Locked me up in a cell in a basement in Alexandria to prove a point. I begged them to take in Evie and Nathan. They reluctantly did. For two years they kept them away from me until Evie snuck in one day. At that point I had tried to kill myself. I was starving myself. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to be gone so bad. But she made me promise not to kill myself. She begged me to eat. So for the first time, I kept my promise. And for almost six more years I stayed there. I did what they wanted. I was the perfect prisoner. Our children had a roof over their head. Food. They were safe. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

Negan unloaded on what happened, his chest aching when he noticed the way she was looking at him. There was no surprise that it was anger that she was staring out at him with. He didn’t blame her. He made her a promise and he broke it.

“The other day our daughter came in with a hurt wrist. She hurt herself protecting the others at Alexandria and it made me realize…” Negan’s voice shook as he spoke, his hazel eyes glancing over at her. “They belong with me. I should be taking care of them because they aren’t safe with anyone but me. Someone forgot to close my cell. So I snuck out. I told Evie that I was going to find a safe place for all of us to go to. That I would somehow get the information back to her. And now we’re here.”

There was a silence. Y/N stared out at him with frustration before shaking her head and forcing herself to look away, “I’m sorry. I know that I kept a promise to you. I did. I should have done it, but I was the horrible piece of shit that I’ve always been. The one that never deserved you or the children in the first place.”

In that moment, Negan started to break down which surprised her and she turned her head back to look at him, “I always told you to stop thinking about the what ifs. But after being stuck in that cell almost eight years, all I could think was the what ifs. A lot of them were about you. I tortured myself over the idea of losing you. Over you dying. You never getting to be happy because…of me.”

Negan felt his throat tightening up when he looked over Y/N, “But most of all I thought about the what ifs for Evie. Where I went wrong with her. Because at the end of this life all we have is our children. And Evie was the best thing I had ever done. The one thing I did right for so long. And fuck, I love her so fucking much…”

By now he was crying about Evie and he knew that she should have been the thing he was talking about, but Evie was firmly on his mind, “God Y/N. You’d be so fucking proud of her. She’s seventeen now and she’s so fucking smart. Smarter than anyone at Alexandria. They are using her to help them build things to keep the community going. She draws better than I ever did. She’s been drawing these beautiful pieces of art of you. To keep your face alive in her memories. And they are so good. She’s been taking care of Nathan and she’s a better parent than I ever was. She’s so damn tall too. Such a beautiful girl. The best of you and me, but better. And then Nathan…” Negan threw his hand up in the air, his tears burning at his cheeks but he didn’t care. “He looks so much like me. Like what I did as a kid. But he has your heart. And Evie taught him how to talk. He had a stuttering problem for a while, but he’s so much better now because of her. They are…so fucking beautiful and perfect.”

Hearing that had Y/N crying and he could see her smirk, “I wish that you and I got to raise them together. The way they should have been. They deserved endless amounts of love. Both of them. And I let them down. I let you down. I should have been telling all of you from the start how much I loved you. I know I was lucky to have you. I just lost my way. You and Evie were the best of me. You always were…”

With a hurt exhale, Negan reached down to tug at the necklace that he was wearing. Pulling it out, Negan worked to get the ring that was hers off of it and he held it out to her, “I know you asked me to give it to Evie, but I couldn’t let you go. I’m sorry. But I did everything else you asked of me. I did. I swear.”

After a minute, Negan watched her reach up to grab a hold of the ring. Surveying over it, she let out a tremoring breath when Negan lifted her left hand. Pushing the ring back where it was meant to be, Negan let out a tremoring sound. Dropping his head forward, Negan pushed his forehead to hers and realized they were both crying at this point.

“I blame myself for everything. All of it. We could have all been together, we could have all been happy, but I fucked it up, I fucked everything up,” Negan confessed realizing that he was having a total break down, but his emotions were just going wild. “I love you so fucking much. And I hate myself for not letting you know it. I let you think you were the fallback. I let you take care of me. It should have been the other way around. I should have been working every day to prove to you how much you meant to me. How I was so fucking lucky to have you because I loved…I love you so fucking much. I had everything in my hands and I let you slip away because I was an idiot. And I dragged you on because I was so scared of being alone. Of losing that love you gave me because I was greedy. But that wasn’t my decision to make. I should have let you go. I should have let you be happy because it was me that brought you down. It was me that brought Evie down. I hurt the people who loved me the most in this world and I will never forgive myself for it. Never.”

A whimper fell from Negan’s throat when her index finger curled in underneath his chin to urge him to tip his head back. Bringing their lips together, Y/N let the kiss linger before she pulled back and nuzzled her nose in against his.

“At first, I didn’t regret beating your ass,” she stated drawing Negan to smirk since that was the first thing she said. “Now, I still don’t regret beating your ass because you deserved it.”

“You’re not wrong,” Negan agreed with her, his fingers grasping a hold of her chin while he swept his thumb over her jawline. “I deserve worse than what I got.”

“You do,” she whispered, her hand reaching for his. Hooking his fingers with hers, she stood carefully and helped him up. Leading him over toward the bed that he had woken up on, Negan gasped when she shoved into his shoulders and had him falling back onto it. “But I like what I heard.”

“Y/N?” Negan stammered, pushing up onto his palms when he saw her getting down to her knees over him. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck urging him to her again. Kiss after desperate kiss led her to fall further into his arms. His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands settling at her hips. Her fingers danced across his chest sliding up under his jacket when she got it from his body. Everything felt so surreal when she reached for the bottom of his gray t-shirt that he was wearing. Allowing her to pull it up over the lengths of his torso, he bit down firmly on his bottom lip and groaned when her fingers dragged down over the center of his chest toward his lower abdomen. Brushing his fingers up behind the back of her shirt had her leaning back for him to help him work the material from her body. When her flesh was revealed to him, he noticed that scars the were there. Parting his lips, Negan swept his fingers over the scar on her shoulder and he looked worried. Dragging his fingers down her body, Negan noticed a long scar below her bellybutton that was just exposed above where her pants were hanging at her hips. Sweeping his thumb over it had his face scrunching up and she reached for his hands. By the expression over her features, it showed that she was self-conscious and he shook his head. “You’re beautiful. All of you is perfect.”

Shakily releasing Negan’s hands, she allowed him to lean in to press a tender kiss over the scar that was over her shoulder. Fumbling with her bra, Negan cussed out when he got it unhooked allowing it to fall at her shoulders. Setting the material aside, Negan pulled her in close to him so he could have that skin-to-skin contact. It took his breath away. Everything felt like it was spinning as his fingertips caressed over her body hoping to comfort her. Drawing her in closer to him, Negan gazed over the scar that was there from where he thought she had been bitten. Kissing over the tattoo and the flesh that was there, Negan heard her coo out and he felt her hands working at his belt. “You are so beautiful. And the fact that you can kick my ass now? God, it’s so fucking hot.”

They both laughed as she pulled away. A nervous sound escaped him, when she got up from the bed and kicked out of her boots that she was wearing. When she pulled her pants from her body and dragged her panties down with them it had a breath getting caught in Negan’s throat. Suddenly, there was a fear that struck him that this wasn’t real. Because this was the perfect dream for him and he knew that.

The mattress dipped and Negan let out a panicked breath when she started working open his pants, “I don’t deserve this.”

“Maybe not,” she agreed with him, her hands tugging at the material with him lifting his hips for her to help her. Getting them down to his ankles, she crawled back in over his lap and stroked her fingers at the back of his neck. “But I need this. Is that okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan panted, his eyes slamming shut when her lips covered his again. Her right arm hooked loosely around his shoulders while she balanced herself over him. With her left hand, she grabbed a hold of his body and lined him up with her entrance. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

A loud, raspy moan escaped him when she lowered down over him very slowly, letting his length sink into her warmth. It had him dropping his head against her chest while she held him close. Palming up over the lengths of her back, Negan’s breathing was loud when she rolled her hips over his in slow steady movements.

It didn’t matter where they were. What happened or even if he believed this was real or not. This was more alive than he had ever felt in such a long time. With her whispering things to him, peppering kisses over his hands while she had her way with him, he felt like this was every dream he longed for.  

“Look at me,” she whispered faintly and he obeyed with her thumb dragging across his bottom lip. Dropping her head down, she kissed over the scar that was left over his neck from where Rick had cut him. It had him sucking in a sharp breath of air and he felt his body tensing up.

“Y/N. It’s been so long,” Negan winced, his fingers digging into her flesh while she continued to draw out every movement with her hips over his. “I’m not gonnna…”

“It’s okay,” she hushed him hearing his moans growing louder as she moved over him. Burying his nose against the side of her neck, Negan grunted when he felt the first sign of his release inside of her. It didn’t stop her movements while she still rhythmically moved over him and it had him panting while she did it.

“I’m sorry,” Negan apologized with a whine, his head falling back when she hushed him and shook her head. Instead of pulling away, her fingers loosely curled around Negan’s throat. It had him wincing, but his eyes were locked on hers. With her movements still steady, Negan’s muscles tensed up, his hands helping to lead her over his body. Their loud breathing was echoing throughout the empty Sanctuary with her soft cries growing louder.

“Just focus,” she coached him, her thumb squeezing a bit harder at his throat when he rolled her over onto her back. Rocking his hips up toward her again and again, Negan enjoyed the way she clung to him. Her words of praise whispering in his ear and he was surprised how well that actually worked. Her cries started to turn to moans, growing closer together while his lips covered hers. This wasn’t going to last long and he knew that. This was the first time they both had sex since they were together last. Hearing her muttering his name had him pressing his forehead to hers.

“I love you so fucking much,” Negan declared, his winces growing with every forward movement he made. Dropping her head back against the mattress had him hovering his lips over hers. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

Feeling her body contracting over his, had him falling onto his elbows over her. Her moans were like music to his ears with her fingers digging into his flesh. With his body tensing up and a few final winces himself, Negan carefully lowered himself in over her. They were both sweaty, eager to still keep a hold of the other. But surprisingly? Neither one of them said a thing. They just laid there. Allowing their hearts to relax before Negan lower down carefully on the bed beside her.

It was a long time before she finally spoke up again as she was tracing her fingers over the lengths of his abdomen. Twisting the dark curls of hair, she tipped down to press a kiss over Negan’s nipple. Her tongue circling it before she nibbled faintly at it.

“Do you believe I’m real now?” she inquired hearing him sigh loudly and she tipped her head back to look up at him.

“Yeah,” Negan responded which surprised her. The muscle at the corner of his jaw flexed and she felt the sweeping of his fingers over her lower back.

“Why?” she was curious since he seemed so much more relaxed now.

“Because if this was my dreams, I would have lasted so much longer than that,” Negan admitted hearing her laugh out unexpectedly and it had him smiling. “In my perfect world, I would have gone forever and I would have had you crying out with how many orgasms I was giving you. Instead I blew my load almost immediately.”

“Jesus,” she dropped her head down and the warmth of her breath lingered over his flesh. It had him curling his arm around her tighter to bring her closer to him. “We’ve done that enough. This wasn’t about a sex-a-thon. This was about something else.”

“I think I’m going to cry,” Negan blurt out and it had her looking up at him. And he wasn’t lying. He started crying which had her shifting over him, her palm caressing in over the side of his face. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” she was genuinely worried when Negan lifted up and leaned into her touch. “Do you think I’m fake again?”

“No,” he shook his head, a smirk tugging at his features. A breath caught in his throat when she leaned into start kissing at the tears over his face and he curled his arm around her waist. Urging her back against the bed, he crawled in over her and nuzzled his nose against hers. “I don’t deserve this. I’ve wanted you to be alive for so long and you’re here. You’re here because you fought to be here over a stupid mistake that I made. You were put through hell because of me and…”

“Hey,” she hushed him, pressing her forehead to his. “I’m here. That’s what matters, right? I’m here. And you can spend the rest of your life making it up to me.”

“But I don’t deserve that,” Negan noticed that she was getting emotional herself too. Pulling him down to her, she cupped his face in her hands and he let out a tremoring breath. “I was so sure that I lost you. That you were gone. But I was looking in the wrong places. It’s my fault…”

“Hey,” she whispered trying to get him to focus. “Now, all that matters is that I’m here. You make things right now with me. With the children…and that’s all that matters. No more what ifs. No more living in the past. No more living in our brains,” she adjusted underneath him, leading his hips back toward her so he could get comfortable between her thighs. “Let’s live right here in the now. Together.”

“Together?” Negan repeated with a nod, his fingers hooking with hers when she started kissing over the side of his neck. Giving a firm nod, Negan kissed her again like he’d never stop before pulling away with a shallow breath. “Together.”

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Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

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D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

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The TV Made Me Do It

Vox x GN!Reader

TW:HORROR AND DARK FIC!! Talks about murder, hypnosis, alcoholism, mentioned abuse, nothing too detailed. MENTIONS OF SEWERSLIDE. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

A/N: First time writing for Vox! So please don’t hate me! Also if anyone has any ideas for any horror related fics don’t be afraid to drop them in my  Ask Box, just read my rules first please! Based on the song, ‘The TV made me do it’ By Moon Walker. SOMETHING ON THE SHORT SIDE SORRY- 

Flashing blue and red lights filled your dark house, bringing the bottle to your lips. You took a long sip watching as the TV in front of you flashed with static and loud buzzing as a flash of a light blue grin was burned into its screen. Why wouldn’t he talk to you anymore? Did he get bored?

You didn’t blame him. You got bored too.

The banging on your front door was louder now and the bloodied knife that sat on your lap felt heavier than normal. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as the door was kicked in allowing the bright lights to invade your home. You wanted to forget how you got in this position.

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The day you got home from work was a normal one. Normal in the fact that the second you walked through the door you were being yelled at and a bottle was thrown at your head but missed significantly. Then they stormed up the stairs and started to yell at you as you cleaned up the pigsty that was your house, then it had hit you. You were being watched. Was someone else in the house? Was it your imagination?

You looked around once more and found nothing which made you frown, why was your tv on? You turned it off right before you started to clean. You walked over to the couch and grabbed the remote to turn it off but stopped seeing red eyes stare back at you. Was this just a sick prank? Why did it unnerve you? Walking back the eyes followed you unblinking. Then the tv flashed from different shows and channels spelling out the words, ‘turn..around…I’m…behind..you.’ Your heart dropped to your stomach as you watched the tv turn to static before you. You closed your eyes and turned around, only to be met by darkness and an empty wall.

Then..a laugh track sounded, the TV was laughing at you. It was mocking you, ‘Silly…human….such…a…fool.’  Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as you stared back at the glowing red eyes and the now prominent blue sharp teeth that formed into a smile. 

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It’s been like this for weeks. No sleep, just going to work, getting something thrown at your head or slapped across the face and then staying up at night to watch the tv mock you and your existence. It made you want to cry- you did cry some nights, it was too much. But then the mocking changed as you sat on the couch one night, drinking your spirits away. ‘..stop..drinking….you damn fool.’ You rolled your eyes but put the bottle down onto the coffee table, you wished to close your eyes and sleep forever. “Just leave me the fuck alone. All you’ve done is mock me every night, all night long. What the fuck do you want me to do?!” You yelled out tears collecting in your eyes as you looked down at the carpeted floor. 

‘..pathetic.’  the tv mocked once more causing you to glare at it. “Oh yeah you wise fucker? Tell me what the hell am I supposed to do then?!” You snarled out standing up before going quiet as the phone in your kitchen rang, you sent one more glare towards the TV which was playing some old cowboy movie. Storming into the kitchen you grabbed the phone putting it to your ear.

“You’re losing yourself, Human..”  The voice was rough but was so cheery that it reminded you of a celebrity. You could definitely hear the smirk plastered on the person's face or..was it a person? “Who is this?” You asked quietly, hearing footsteps upstairs, “..You’ve been talking to me through the tv for weeks…I think you should know by now.” The voice responded before chuckling as the footsteps ceased, “Such a sad sack of shit the world has become huh? Don’t you wish you could do something about it?” You paled at the words, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I don’t? Please I’ve watched your ass sit on that couch drinking away your sorrows and sobbing out after every little fight. Telling me how you wish you could just fucking end that piece of shits life.” The voice on the other line called out and you sighed, staying silent. “I say do it. Kill the bastard.”  That caught you off guard, “Wait no- I can’t-” You hissed, “You can. You just have to throw away your morals.” You look behind you and then out of the kitchen windows, the night looked so inviting the voice was right. You could do it but then what? You’d have to be on the run forever. Right?

“What do I do after?” You asked your hands clutching the phone like it was a life line. “Be on the run forever?” There was a soft chuckle from the other end of the line. “That’s up to you..but..if you decide to just..end it..I’ll be down here waiting for you. Besides..I always needed a co host.” Was..Was this mysterious voice flirting with you? Co-Host? Down there? What the fuck was it talking about??

“Down where exactly?” You asked, glancing at the knife drawer and there was a loud laugh from the other end of the line. “Oh you’ll find out shortly..just think about it. Remember..I’m watching.” Then at that the line went dead and you groaned, that didn’t answer any of your fucking questions.

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It was only a day later when you were staring into the dead eyes of your abuser, knife sticking out of their chest and a bruise forming on their neck. Your body covered in blood as you tore the knife out, slowly making your way downstairs and to the tv that was showing static, your tv friend had left. Your phone sat on the couch, screen showing texts from your closest friends. The friends that mocked you, told you that you were off your fucking rocker. ‘The tv can’t make you do anything.’

You walked to the kitchen to grab your favorite bottle of your poison, the phone rang once..twice..three times before it stopped and you made your way back to the couch. “I did it. If you care.” You called out to the tv, “Don’t think you do. You got what you wanted, no?” You brushed a bloodied hand through your hair and groaned, “Of course you don’t..you never did. I was a fool to think that you did.” You called out taking a sip from the bottle, sirens and bright lights flashing outside.

Looks like you were finally caught. “You’re a fucking bastard.” You hissed out, playing with the knife laying on your lap.

But he did care. He cared too much and he wanted you to be next to him so badly. He’d just have to wait a little longer.