#wheezing coughing etc

[amethystsoda]

there’s so many good ones, I’m in tears bc I’m laughing so hard

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

i cant bring myself to finish this today but just know that this moment has already deeply embedded itself inside of my brain

[bylertruther]

anybody else like a fairy but instead of dying if someone doesn't believe in you, you die if no one has a crush on you. does anyone else relate to that or is it just me and my normal sized ego . asking for a friend btw 💚

[lemonofthevalley]

my lungs hurt :(

[eclipsecrowned]

wakes up from nap like a disoriented toddler

what year is it--

[ronycore]

mmm im so full of dayquil yum

[seth-whumps]

I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course. follow @whumperless-whump-event for more information and details!

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Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Fred and George Weasley headcanon

What would they be like with the new employee at Weasley Wizard Wheezes?

A/N: until I get any ideas, I'm going to try writing shorts and headcanons. If you have any requests for shorts or requests for stuff they’d do with the reader etc, I’ll be more than happy to write them.

T/W: NSFW, Our favourite twins being pervy, maybe slightly dark (unknown ownership and the reader is innocent and unaware of the pervy twins’ antics), spanking, pinching, groping, nicknames, praise, drugging? (mentions of aphrodisiacs, sex pollen, and love potions), Smell kink? (like perfume and scent sniffing)

Both twins

- They’d be all over you, fact

-At first, they thought you didn't mind their attention, but then it dawned on them that you were innocent enough to not notice (that didn't stop them)

-One would ask you to bend down and get something or stand on the step ladder to reach higher stock, the other would be enjoying every glimpse of your underwear

-They would definitely get you a uniform, which would be a very short skirt and a top that shows a lot of skin (they just tell you that its standard uniform and that some of the products stain clothes)

-And if your uniform is ‘crooked’, they’ll happily adjust it for you

-You were so eager for the job that you barely even read your contract (luckily for them)

-In small print was a paragraph that stated that you belonged to them and that they could do anything they wanted to you, ANYTHING

-Making mistakes has its advantages

They won't dock your pay or give you a warning, they’ll just pinch your thighs or give your ass and pussy spanks until you learn your lesson (Fred started this punishment)

-If a customer takes a liking to you or tries to make a move, the twins will slip him some puking pastilles (they have their ways)

-If a customer is mean, they’ll let you sit on one of their laps whilst they comfort you (again, this customer will be getting some puking pastilles for making their favourite girl upset)

-Anything new they make, they try on you (or so they tell you. They only want you to test the new line of ‘potions’ that they have made *cough* aphrodisiac and a sex pollen potions *cough*)

-At first, they wanted to compete for you, but they realised that two heads are better than one

-If Ron comes in and tries to make a move, they bar him from entering (until Molly finds out and sends them a howler)

-They’re waiting for the right moment to spike you with a love potion

Fred Weasley

-Fred is more handsy

-If your thigh is showing, his hands are already there

-If you’re on the stepladder, he will definitely grope your ass and tell you that he's making sure you don't fall

-One of his sneaky tricks involves dropping a small box that has small pieces inside onto you, he's just hoping that some of those pieces will fall out between your tits and he’s more than happy to reach between them to get them out

-If its George’s day off and a customer makes you upset, you will have to hold him back because he will whip his wand out (his magic wand, you dirty minds)

-He’s more possessive of you, and more handsy, and meaner (he will make sure you make a mistake just to punish you)

-Fred has taken a liking to calling you Kitten

George Weasley

-George is sweeter

-He can be just as sneaky as Fred, but he’ll praise you more often than he’ll punish you

-If you get tired when you stand at the till, he won't let you use the chair. As far as he’s concerned, you’re only allowed to sit on his lap or not sit at all (so he’ll just sit down and make you sit on his lap)

-If a customer is mean to you, George will stroke your hair (whilst you’re on his lap) and press small kisses to your cheek, which you think he’s doing to make you smile but he’s doing it cause he loves how you smell

-There have been times where you pout to him about Fred’s punishments, but he just strokes your hair and pretends to feel sorry, saying something like “you should have been a good girl and then Fred won't pinch those pretty little thighs”

-If you come to work and it's raining outside, George will let you change into a shirt of his whilst your clothes dry (he won't wash that shirt, he’ll keep it and smell it whilst his hand works wonders *wink* *wink*)

-George has taken a liking to calling you bunny

[marksbear2]

Hi, ive been rewatching moon knight, i did forget how fine is oscar isaac. So, can i request sub!bottom!moon boys x dom!top! reader. I just love them so much i want to care of them. Smut Headcanons?

🐼

Jake, Marc and Steven x top male reader

The smallest mention of Oscar Issac’s name make’s me rip my clothes off. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy, 🐼.

⚠️Warnings. Dom/ top male reader, bottoms are the moon boys, edging, blowjobs, orgasm torture. Riding. And I might add more later on today!! And etc⚠️

— Both Jake and Marc watch Steven trying to take your cock as best he could. They’ll laugh and playfully mock him for struggling.

— All three of them being on their knees sucking and licking around your cock.

— Steven and Marc walking seeing you and Jake sharing a cigarette while fucking.

— Marc and Jake sitting on your left and right both sucking and nipping at your individual nipples while Steven is riding and bouncing on your cock.

— Having all three of them to edge themselves all, having their holes prepped and ready waiting for your turn.

— If any of the two get you annoyed or upset you’ll fuck the only one who didn’t irritate the hell out of you.

— You three making out very often.

— They’ll sit and take turns getting fucked by you. Marc will sometimes get impatient and would want your cock already.

— One of Jake’s kinks are getting chocked so whenever you were choking him while fucking deep inside him. Marc was watching and he seemed to be curious about it. And the next time you two had alone time he brought up wanting to try out being choked.

— For aftercare, you mostly clean and take care of them but sometimes the boys take individual turns to get the towels or to clean the sheets.

— Leaving hickeys on their bodies in unique places across their bodies leaving each boy with a different pattern of hickey’s.

— Fingering two of the boys while the other none is either sucking and deepthroating your cock or jerking it off while making out with you.

— They have this unspoken competition like rivalry to see who can pleasure you the best, or who can make you cum faster.

— They all are very needy with different wants and desires. You having to remember which individual boy likes or doesn’t like. For example gets really embarrassed and shy by dirty talk, but for Marc it turns him on and he wants to hear you talk rough and dirty to him.

— Sending videos to the main group chat of an individual for example like Steven. Spending a video of the Brit getting completely dicked down.

— Steven finding it so hot seeing you pass Jake a cigarette using your mouths. But when you try it with Steven he ends up coughing and wheezing.

— While they’ll tease and mock Steven they’ll talk him through it. Telling him what to do and guide him how to pleasure you and how to take it.

— But for Jake and Marc they’ll degrade each other.

— Fucking them after a long day. For Steven it’ll be for work while Marc would be fighting and just overall having a rough week while Jake just wants to be fucked merciless.

— Having alone time with an individual boy is common.

— All of you laying on the bed together just in the comfortable silence of your guys breathing in the room.

— Steven and Marc walking in seeing you Jake getting ready for some very kinky sex.

— Being on the one with any of the boys while your at work/ being busy hearing his heavy breathing and the muffled wet noises through the other side of the phone.

THE END

[mouwrites]

I'm so sorry for not posting for so long!! Thank you all for being so patient! Requests are still closed right now, but I'm dropping this because I felt bad about leaving you lovelies for so long :(

Ninjago - How The Ninjas (+ Pixal) Would Welcome You Back (after not seeing you for a while)

Kai

His face lights up the minute he sees you

He opens his arms and charges at you, scooping you off your feet and twirling around

He's smiling hugely the entire time, and as he slows the spinning he starts to laugh

Dropping you down so he can hug you normally, he buries his head in your shirt

His laughing slows, and for a moment you swear you can feel your shirt getting a little wet

Then he pulls away, still smiling, and of course:

SMOOCH TIME

He smushes your cheeks while he kisses you, holding your face firmly against his

The kiss lasts a long time O-O

And when that one stops, he peppers you with a thousand more on your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, hands, etc.....

Once the urge to kiss you has been satisfied, he finally says something

"I missed you so much."

And you can't help but giggle:

"I could tell. I missed you, too."

Cole

Calls your name LOUDLY when he spots you

He's waving frantically until your eyes meet, and then he bursts into a huge grin

He says your name again more warmly when you're closer, still smiling

Then he pulls you into a crushing bear hug, lifting you onto the tips of your toes

He sways back and forth a little, humming calmly

Bro does not realize he's crushing you

It's only when you cough or wheeze or smth that he finally drops you, apologizing with concern

You reassure him that you're fine ofc

Then he goes back to smiling at you, but this time his face lights up as if he's remembered something

His hand disappears into his pocket, and when it comes back out he's got a gift for you!!

It's always a cute little mini statue :]

"Cole!! It's so cute!"

"Just like someone I know. Someone I missed a lot."

(you gather a collection of these over time btw)

Jay

RUNS to you like a toddler running to its mother

Arms out, screaming your name, eyes huge, the whole shabang

The hug he gives you is tight, but it barely lasts a second

He pulls away to look at you, and you see tears brimming his eyes

Then he hugs you again, rinse and repeat several times before he finally says something

He's smiling now, and he swipes the tears out of his eyes

"Aw, you don't even know how happy I am to see you again."

He cups your face, just feeling your skin and looking at you as if for the first time

(he's still smiling ofc, but if you look closely his lips are trembling)

You see tears coming into his eyes again, but before they fall he pulls you into another hug

You rub his back, feeling a couple tears dribble onto your shoulder

"Jay... I missed you."

The hug tightens when you say that, and it doesn't end for a long time :)

Zane

He waves animatedly when he sees you

He doesn't say anything, but when you're within talking distance he calls your name lovingly

His arms open to give you a very soft (and unfortunately short) hug

Then he takes your hands, rubbing your knuckles slowly as he gazes at you

He just stares for a long time, hypnotized by your eyes

If you speak he just hums

Then he pulls you closer, gently wrapping his arms around you once more

His fingers curl around your shirt as if he's trying to keep you from separating again

You chuckle softly:

"Zane, I'm not going anywhere."

"I know... I know."

He def holds your hand for the rest of the day though <3

Lloyd

You hear him before you see him

He's calling your name loudly, and when you spot each other you run into each other's arms

You hug each other tight for a moment, both humming from squeezing and being squeezed

Then you pull away, giggling at each other

Lloyd opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it with a grin that's shy now

"I planned out what I wanted to say to you... but I forgot."

You both laugh again, settling on a hug to say what words couldn't

Pressed against your shoulder, he murmurs that he missed you a lot

His hands wander up to your head, and he runs his hands through your hair (or against your scalp if you have rlly short/no hair :3)

He will MELT if you do the same btw

You guys just hug for an eternity

You only stop to prevent yourselves from falling asleep standing up

Nya

Much like her brother, Nya is definitely going to pick you up when she sees you again

Strong arm woman <3

She holds you high in the air, her arms pressing your knees against her torso

She looks up at you with the most loving gaze, her lips curved into a soft smile

After a while he drops you down, but not all the way to the ground

Your feet are still dangling, but your faces are closer now

She sighs, finally putting you back on your feet

Planting a kiss on your cheek, and then the other one, she skips the mushy words

Instead she asks you how you've been :)

She's been dying to talk to you again; she wants to hear every little detail!!

And ofc she'll return the favor with her own stories

Late night talking w Nya... AAH <3

Pixal

She's the calmest of the bunch when it comes to reuniting

She'll smile when she sees you ofc, but she won't act all excited or anything when you approach

She will greet you very warmly though, dw

"Y/n! It's been so long! You look... well."

You can tell she means way more than "well," but she was obviously too awkward to say it

(This is also when she'll point out the smallest of differences in your appearance,, like "your hair is longer/shorter now")

She'll accept any warmth you return gladly, no matter how mushy you wanna get

Actually she appreciates if you can be more affectionate than she was

It shows her that you're happy to see her again :)

She'll want to spend at least the rest of the day with you, even if she's just standing silently in the background while you do your thing

More (much more) if circumstances permit ;3

AAAHHH TYSM FOR YOUR PATIENCE!! I'm glad to be back, and I hope I can post more!! Thank you so much for reading, I love you all! Take care my duckies <3

Also... probably gonna make this a series for my other fandoms I write for if you guys want!

(divider by saradika)

[katboykirby]

So I like to think that cigarettes exist in the Devildom, and that they have their own brands and everything. Smoking is also probably more common and less stigmatised/hated than it is in (many places of) the human world. Humans are actually the reason that demons learned about smoking in the first place, and Devildom cigarettes are functionally identical to human-world cigarettes (since demons have basically copied the production method 1:1 from humans)

Demons aren't negatively affected by tobacco, nicotine, and smoking in general like humans are. So it's a lot more socially acceptable - it's still not common, but without the horrible side effects like lung cancer, heart disease, etc, it's not seen or thought of as a "bad habit" like it is for many humans.

Lucifer smokes occasionally, mostly for stress relief when he's overworked. He'll usually only indulge when he's on his own, mostly whenever he needs to calm down and decompress. The only room in the HoL where he'll smoke is in his study. Even for something as small as a cigarette, he doesn't like to be seen "relying" on anything to help him, thanks to his Pride.

Mammon will sometimes smoke, and he mostly does it when he's out at the club or in the casino. He's a "social smoker" like someone might be a social drinker. He's unlikely to ever pick up a cigarette at home or at RAD, but if he's out in the city partying the night away or gambling with a bunch of the Devildom's high-rollers, then he's more likely to light one up. He's also been photographed with cigs for the odd magazine spread.

Satan used to smoke, and he used to be the heaviest smoker in the family. He has since "quit" however, and claims that he no longer indulges in the habit. This is because he mostly smoked when he was younger and still full of rage, struggling to handle his Wrath without losing control of himself. Smoking helped him calm down and reduced his anger, and he would smoke for similar reasons as Lucifer (stress relief)

Satan maintains that he's put this part of his life behind him, though, and that it's been a very long time since he needed a crutch like cigarettes to help him stay calm. This is mostly true, though when exam season rolls around at RAD (and when he's stressed out trying to tutor five of his brothers as well as study for his own finals) Satan will secretly smoke in his room.

Diavolo doesn't normally smoke, but he'll do so on the rare occasions he meets with the Devildom's House of Lords. Many of the sitting members of the House smoke cigars or pipes, and Diavolo is socially savvy enough to light up a smoke as well in order to make a good impression. He may also smoke with Lucifer, but only if the Avatar of Pride pulls out his cigarettes first.

Mephistopheles has tried, on many occasions, to smoke with Diavolo whenever the Prince has done so - but Mephisto just turns into a coughing, spluttering mess every time. He can't handle even the mildest of cigarettes, and since it embarrasses him that he always starts choking and wheezing, he usually pretends that he hates smoking and will shit talk the habit.

[comingdownwithme]

Can we see more of Jeff and Toby also is Ben and Ej I’m the comic of not what are your headcanons for them??

Jeff and Toby have always been my favs since I was a kid, so you'll definitely be seeing more of them!

As for the comic, the whole thing is more of snippets and peeks into my interpretation of Creepypasta instead of a solid, sequential storyline, so not a whole lot is concrete, and I won't be posting a whole, fleshed out comic since it's very time consuming. I'm definitely sure Ben and EJ would show up though, especially during Jeff's directionless wanderings

Anyways, Woe! Headcanons be upon ye!

Eyeless Jack

Jack Nyras is a man just trying to survive after he had been left disabled and transformed from putting his trust in the wrong people. Even as the demon contorts and shapes it's host as if it were trying to fit itself it's host's own flesh, Jack remains conscious, all too aware of what is happening to him and the dizzying, maddening hunger that drives him forward

He's gone from a 5'6"-ish guy to a whole 6 foot something of a man after the incident. The demon disfigured and stretched his body to "make itself at home", though it isn't too obvious with his shitty posture and what he wears

He used to go to medschool and was about to graduate as a Valedictorian.

He carries a roll of surgical knives in his hoodie pocket! (My best friend gave me this idea :)))

Burn scars over his eyes! Hot tar does that to you ig, and it harmed him enough to last despite his new form's accelerated regeneration

He's still sane enough to have morals (or at least, he believes he's sane enough), so though he isn't exactly picky, he prefers kidneys since his victims would usually survive with only one, and he strikes at night when his "patients" are sleeping

He's good friends with Jeff (even if neither would admit it, ESPECIALLY not Jeff). They first started out as seeing each other as nothing more than "easy body disposal" and "free meal provider", but each time they bump into each other, they've began to get along past their perceived usefulness

BEN drowned

An angry, vindictive spirit that's been freed from the confines of where he had been sealed. Even still, he can't remember his own face, so despite his newfound freedom, he had taken the form of the model he had been using during his digital imprisonment to manifest. He now wanders the world, vengeful and curious, yearning for a peace he might never get.

His face is stuck between 2 expressions: the calm, neutral look of the elegy of emptiness (which is his usual), or a more expressive- albeit heavily distorted face- during moments of heightened emotion like anger, sadness, etc. Nothing changes from his expression, not even his mouth moves.

The latter is also a reference to how fans usually drew Ben, along with just... .EXE characters in general-

His clothes are always soggy :(

He can manipulate and change his physical form, but the binary scarred into on his calf stays no matter what he does, whether that be changing forms entirely or removing the limb from his "model", in which case the binary moves elsewhere.

Ben is telepathic. He can choose who can understand him at any given moment, whether it be a group, a pair, or a singular person. Everyone else outside of the conversation could hear only gargling, wheezing and coughing.

Avoids areas where water is usually found in large amounts. I.e, lakes, rivers, bathrooms, etc.

[frogwithgun]

More married satosugu headcannons bc I love them and the brainrot is so real.

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So bc Geto has such long and lucisus hair (lucky bastard) I believe that he uses Gojos credit card for hair care products

But somehow manages to cover the purchases bc his hair care is his best kept secret as I've said

Not even Gojo knows it and they are married

He would rather die before giving it up

The girls know and are sworn to secrecy

The girls got a puppy once and Gojo immediately hated it bc it took Getos attention from him

Sadly the puppy had to be given to a friend when they learned Mimiko was allergic

But the girls did end up getting a pet bunny!

Geto and Gojo get into the dumbest debates about things and the girls love egging them on

"Is water wet?"

"No."

"SEE I FUCKING TOLD YOU."

(interpret that how you want)

Nanako and Mimiko have both tried to sneak out but it's pretty hard when Geto has multiple curses lining the walls to stop them

They have given up on sneaking out

I feel like personally the girls go to Jujutsu tech but Gojo lowkey hates it bc that means they go on missions

Geto is the chillest parent ever until someone tries anything with his girls

At which point it's just fists for a good few minutes

Geto occasionally smokes and the girls will always cough exaggeratedly every time he does

Not as bad as Gojo tho who starts wheezing and hacking

Hate getting asked who's the woman and who's the man

Like the dirtiest stink eye ever

Geto has seen the training that Gojo does for his students and can say he's surprised that they are still alive

Gojo is salty to know that his students prefer Geto over him

And finally the students have to save Gojos ass when it comes to important dates

Ergo, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, etc.

"It's Getos birthday!"

Or,

"Your anniversary. Idiot."

And,

"Gojo-sensi! It's Christmas Eve!"

Every time Gojo says,

"SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT. FUCK I DON'T HAVE A GIFT. NO I GOT IT."

And he runs away lol

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Anyways that's all I've got. The voices don't leave me alone.

[dying-brb]

desolation / an ellie x f!oc fanfiction / tlou universe

!slowburn !angst !subreader !domellie !fluff

tw: this is a heavy fic. mentions of sa, violence, gore, etc.

(oc starts off 14 but only for backstory)

chapter 1: 1090 words

ᨒ↟ 𖠰 1  -  serene release ᨒ↟ 𖠰

december 2033 - colorado

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Natalie -  14 yrs old  ⋆⭒˚.⋆

As I laid there, dying, I tried desperately to find the will to escape, blinking my heavy eyes in repetition.

Stay awake, Natalie.

But my eyes faltered. They rolled back and sank back into my skull begging for the relief of sleep. No, this wasn't sleep. It was a false prophet - an early demise clawing its way inside of my being, desperately pulling and tearing my soul from the weak husk I clung to.

My eyelids weighed heavier, the urge gnawing at me to let them fall shut, let the agony end; For just a moment, I considered it.

No.

Stay Awake.

I wasn't ready to die. Not really.

Ironically so, I prepared myself for this moment - begged for it, time and time again. When loved ones had died, when previous groups abandoned me, death had seemed like a serene release.

Growing up in this sick excuse for a world, I always wondered how it would happen. Would I be torn apart by Infected? Become the Infected? Succumb to the cruelty of a harsh winter? Starve?

No.

At this moment, it seemed more likely that I was going to die to a group of savage cannibals, and I would be butchered at the hands of a man that had a fascination for little girls.

My heart sank at the mere thought, and I felt bile rise in my throat, scorching my dry esophagus. I coughed lightly, choking down the vomit, I gasped for a quick breath of air and my lungs screamed in pain at the sudden inhalation. I gritted my teeth.

This was hell, but the pain was keeping me alert, keeping me alive.

Keep your fucking eyes open.

I remembered before, the moments when I had begged for the end to come, I had wondered if it would hurt—Death. Which now, in this moment, seemed like an idiotic thing to question.

Yeah, of course it fucking hurts. It hurts like hell.

The searing agony that gripped my muscles snapped me back to reality. I yanked my mind out of the past, only to be forcefully thrust into the harshness of the present moment. My heart was thumping quicker now, my breaths, once slow and wheezing were now rapid and full, croaking and stuttering, but full. I wondered if this was my bodies last-ditch attempt to save itself.

Alarm bells clanged inside my head, their echoes reverberating through my skull, vibrating as they reached my ears. My eyes widened, my once heavy lids were lighter now. Adrenaline surged through my veins, making my legs twitch with the urge to flee. I desperately wanted to leave this place and never look back, but I remained frozen on the cold tile where I lay, my body writhing with excruciating pain.

Still frozen in torment, I harnessed this newfound mental energy to survey my surroundings and formulate a plan. My eyes darted from corner to corner of the room, the hellish nature of the scene before me causing my heart to slam in my chest, and pound against my eardrums.

Breathe. Make a plan.

I refocused, absorbing every detail my fading mind could manage. I took deep breaths, exhaling slowly, my hands trembling as I noted the positions of windows, doors, and any potential exits for a swift escape. I scanned for anything that could serve as a weapon, should I break free from this confinement.

The caged room I lay in reeked of rotting meat and iron. I honed in on the pungent smell, the harsh fluorescent lighting casting unwelcome shadows, and the distant murmur of voices echoing through the halls.

Digging my nails into my side, I embraced the pain, using it to sharpen my senses and maintain consciousness. I resolved to absorb every detail, knowing that once I escaped and recovered, I would meticulously recount my steps, retrace him. Kill him. That fucking bastard.

David.

Suppressing tears of rage, I scoffed as I recalled how I found myself in this wretched corner of the world; Merely stumbled upon it in a midnight daze.

Just yesterday, I was scavenging through the snow-laden forests of Colorado. As for my exact location in Colorado, I couldn't tell you—it had become a blur amidst the relentless hunger that left my head light and my heart faintly beating. Lost in a delirium, as if I was one of them, the infected.

Perhaps this was what the early stages of mutation felt like, just before losing oneself—their personality, dreams, aspirations, and will to live all slipping away. Maybe all that remained was a relentless hunger and confusion, grasping at the flickering remnants of life while clinging desperately to the feeble fragments of humanity.

Then again, maybe not.

I simply felt adrift, with no hope left to cling to, my grasp slipping away from what little remained. It plunged me into a primal struggle for survival, fueled by animalistic paranoia. With my mind spinning, driven by the desperate quest for food, I had long abandoned the map and strayed from the path she had set me on. The path that led to the Fireflies. The path that would give meaning to my immunity. 

This thought sparked a glimmer of hope within me, reigniting my determination. Clutching my grumbling stomach, I leaned against a nearby tree trunk for support, resting my head against its rough bark, my breath ragged.

That's when realization sunk in—I couldn't feel my fingers or toes. Hypothermia.

Was this the end?

As I contemplated giving up and surrendering to the cold embrace of eternal slumber, a light pierced through the darkness of the forest, forcing my hand to shield my sensitive eyes. A voice, tinged with feigned concern, broke the silence.

"Excuse me. Are you alright?" The voice trembled slightly as a flashlight nervously scanned my body. "You look like hell."

I groaned in response, my lips barely moving, cautious of this stranger in these desperate times. Yet, with no other options left, I felt a flicker of hope that perhaps this solitary figure could be my salvation. Someone, anyone, was here, offering a chance at survival.

"Here, come with me," the awkward, lanky man said, taking my hand and guiding me, his shoulder bearing my weight. I couldn't protest even if I wanted to, the exhaustion held me in a tight grip, suppressing even my primal will to survive.

And so I went, practically dragged alongside the man, into this wretched corner of the world that I lay in now.

[chxrrylime]

i’ve a dirty thought that alejandro would be into primal play🧍🏽man’s loves a good chase ESPECIALLY if it ends in him getting to dick down his sub, like just rail the absolute fucking hell out of his boy, fucking him to his limit etc etc, he’s into chasing but he’s def into it more if it involves you as a prize for his efforts 🌝

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Alejandro x FTM!Reader ↪ 991 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Alejandro, trans male submissive reader, cnc roleplay/dub-c0n (saying no / trying to crawl away), predator/prey, primal play, breeding kink, squirting, crying, cervix stim, size kink, slight belly bulge, rimming, vaginal fingering, piv sex, and light choking.

Your lungs burn, chest heaving as you dash through the dry forest. You can hear the heavy footfall behind you, gaining on you, making your head spin. 

You can hear the rushing of water ahead—see where the cliff drops off sharply—have jumped off there enough swimming as a kid that you take a deep breath and leap, gasping as a body collides with yours mid air with a shout, arms wrapped around your midsection as you both tumble into the rapids below. 

You inhale a mouthful of water, hand catching in the rocky underbed to combat the current as you pull your head above water, coughing and sputtering, Alejandro right behind you as he gets to his feet and hauls you up, tossing you onto shore.

“You’re insane,” he hisses. 

You wheeze out a laugh, flipping onto your hands and knees to try and push yourself up, only to hear the crunching of gravel as Ale falls to his knees behind you, one gripping bruisingly tight at your hip while the other scruffs your neck, pushing your cheek down to grind against the dirt.

He growls as you kick back at him, hand leaving your hip to pin you by your ankle, his knee digging into the back of your own before you have the chance to kick that one free as well.

“Forget the game, perrito?” He leans over you, rumbling against your ear, “I think I’ve caught you…”

His warm hand pushes up your sopping wet shirt before you can react, forcing a gasping moan from you as he pinches your stiffened nipple, groping your small breasts.

His other hand leaves the nape of your neck as he feels the tenseness—the fight—leave your body, trailing down to the hem of your pants, pushing the sticky wet fabric down to reveal your bare ass and cunt. 

“Alé—!” You whimper, two fingers pushing into your slick core, his too hot tongue lapping at the salty droplets dripping from your hair and down your neck. 

“Already leaking for me,” he hums, grin sharp against your throat where he nips and sucks, “so needy for my cock, pequeño.”

A shiver runs down your spine and his tongue follows, lapping between your asscheeks at your puckered hole, teasing the entrance with the tip of his tongue as he adds a third finger to your squelching cunt. 

You bite your tongue to keep from begging, rocking back onto his fingers as they massage against your sweet spot, filling your stomach with molten pleasure.

You can’t help the whimpering cry that escapes you as the digits slip free, only to be replaced by the blunt head of Alejandro’s cock moments later. He rubs the flushed tip between your sticky folds, admiring the glossy sheen of your pre that coats your lips, adding his own to the mix. 

The pressure of his cock pushing against your hole has your brain kicking back into working condition, remembering the game you’re both playing. 

“Alé, no—!” you whimper, reaching back to push at his hip, “p-please!”

The bulbous tip pops into your cunt with an obscenely wet noise, a growl rumbling through Alejandro’s chest as he leans down, pressing flush to your back.

“What’s wrong, bebito?” He coos mockingly, giving a harsh thrust of his hips. You claw at the gravel, sobbing as another couple inches slips into your tight walls.

“S’too big—!” You choke, trying to shuffle forward, pretending to want to get away.

“It’ll fit,” he murmurs, leaning back up and gripping your hips tight, “I’ll make it fit,” he growls.

You yelp as he yanks you back suddenly, impaling you on the length of his cock. The pleasure is overwhelming as he quickly starts up a brutal pace, his cockhead bumping against your cervix with each harsh thrust. 

Tears stream down your cheeks and into your mouth, the taste salty as your first orgasm tears through you, cunt pulsing and spasming around Alejandro’s thick cock.

Ale laughs loudly, mockingly, wrapping a hand around the front of your throat to yank you back. His knees spread wider, pulling your head onto his shoulder as he pounds into you, feeling impossibly deeper at this angle.

“There’s my little breeding bitch,” he groans, watching with dark eyes as your tongue lolls out, eyes rolled back, “going to fill this pretty little cunt, no?” 

You whimper, weakly shaking your head no, nails digging into his forearm as he tightens his grip on your throat ever so slightly, making you dizzy. 

“No?” He hums, mock-offended, “your pussy says otherwise, perrita. She’s sucking me in so deep, practically gagging for it…”

“Please, please,” you sob, scratching at his arms, unsure what it is you’re begging for anymore. His cock throbs within your abused walls, cunt puffy and red from where his balls had previously slapped against you, stimulating your clit. 

Only the cold air brushes your little cock now, a pressure building in your abdomen despite it. 

“Fuck,” Ale growls, trailing a hand down your torso, “m’gonna cum—!”

His large hand spreads over your tummy, pushing down on the fat and muscle there, until you can feel the pressure of his cock gliding behind the thick walls of flesh. Your cunt convulses, squeezing his prick in an iron grip as you cum, squirting a steady stream of liquid all over you and Alejandro, your legs kicking and shaking from the overwhelming sensation. 

At the same time Ale bites down onto your shoulder hard, popping through the skin with his incisors and licking over the blood that swells up as his cock pulses inside you, filling you with his hot, thick spend. 

You’re entirely limp in his arms, mind caught in a fuzzy place between consciousness and sleep, floating in the post-orgasmic haze. He holds you tight to his chest, the both of your radiating body heat keeping you warm from the slight early morning chill as you both come down from your highs.

[egoxcrush]

nicotine rush || jj maybank

summary: exbf!jj regrets introducing fem!reader to her worst habit fluff/angst

word count: 600

warnings: mention of smoking, addiction etc

“No, I’m not having you run from me again.” JJ reaches over to pull the unlit blunt from between your lips.

His action, while meant wholeheartedly and in good will, was incredibly rich. Given the blonde had smoked more joints than drank water in his life, in your eyes he had no right to stop you from indulging in the action.

He tucked the blunt behind his ear, meeting your gaze. You’d been dreading this since you came back, facing him. You thought it was over; the constant questions, echoes of him in your mind.

“I have no idea what you mean, JJ. I’m right here.” You held his unwavering stare, determined to win his unspoken mind war.

The boy done nothing but scoffed with a shake of his head, leaning back on the log before facing the starlit sky, squeezing his eyes shut in exasperation. “No Y/N. No, you’re not.”

“I’m-” “One civil, sober conversation, Y/N. That’s all I want. All I want is to know if you can tolerate me without anything in your system.”

The silence was deafening.

You couldn’t look at him - anywhere really. You knew you’d have to face him eventually. Have a conversation. But not this one, not like this.

“Sometimes I blame myself for that..”

You gained the courage to lift your eyes at his regretful tone, “For what?” you questioned.

“That.” He motioned to the discarded blunts and pack of cigarettes sprawled on the sand surrounding you.

[6 months earlier]

JJ came bouncing through the chateau, in his usual carefree manner, “What you doing out here, baby?”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“C’mon what’s wrong with it? Cheer up, baby.”

“JJ, seriously. Not right now.”

He made his way down to where you were sitting at the dock, he took in your slightly disheveled appearance and shifted mood. Something happened. He wondered for a second, pondering what he had missed before taking a seat opposite you and holding out his hand.

“I know you don’t smoke but you look like you might want-“ You didn’t hesitate to grab the joint and lighter from his grasp, leaving him slightly stunned.

‘It can’t be worse than a cigarette, right?’ You thought to yourself, lighting up the blunt and (attempting to) take a hit. JJ struggled to hold his laughter, covering his chuckles with a light cough of his own. “Shut the fuck up.” You spluttered out with a faint laugh, failing to hide your own amusement

“No- I’m not- I’m not laughing, I swear!” JJ was gasping for air between each word, bent over in pure hysterics. “Oh yeah?” You asked him, which only caused him to laugh more at your misfortun. “Yeah..”

When JJ eventually gained composure, he smiled softly, a small glint in his eye. “Hold on.” He reached around you, “Come here, lemme show you.” The boy placed the blunt at the tip of his mouth, inhaling and exhaling effortlessly. He was truly mesmerising. “Alright,” he started, breaking the silence. He brought his hand closer to your face, brushing your soft lips with his thumb, “open up.” He placed the joint between your lips, lifting your chin with his finger to keep it in place. “Ok take a breath in but don’t let it hit the back of your throat, that’s why you keep choking up.” His voice was soothing, like the smoke running to your lungs. You exhaled smoothly, no spluttering or wheezes followed.

JJ broke the serene silence with a soft laugh, “That’s my girl.”