#I’m so fucking sick of having to be the one who handles everything

[olivexgreen]

#I’m so fucking sick of having to be the one who handles everything #I handle all the bills #I am the only one with an income #I am fully responsible for the mental load in my household #my partner has done absolutely nothing to help with the mental load #I’m at a point of spending most of my time wishing the earth would just swallow me while so it wouldn’t be my problem anymore #I can’t even take half a day off to try to rest or we will be at risk of being evicted #I can’t even talk to anyone about this #I’m just suffering and I can’t function

[friedroses]

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#you guys ever just get that random urge to burst into tears over something very small #i felt stupid bc I asked a friend in a different timezone if they wanted to talk on the phone when it was like midnight there #they said they couldn’t sleep so my ass was like oh do u wanna talk then #as if that’s not the opposite of what they’re trying to do #and they very nicely in the most polite and lovely way declined bc they have work in the morning #and were very sweet about it #and i’m not upset with them at all but i just got so upset with myself #like i felt stupid and selfish to ask because i know it’s really me that wants the company and it feels like i can’t talk to anyone anymore #every friend reaches a point where they get tired of me and can’t handle it anymore so they leave #and i understand! i’m a lot. even for myself #and i don’t know how to stop being unlikeable and unloveable and just shut the fuck up for oncr becsusr i always a say too much #i can never leave well enough alone #and i cry so easily now it’s annoying #even my family members have all gotten sick of me #my mom started screaming at me the other day and basically told me that I’m annoying and she dislikes me #and i couldn’t even acknowledge her for 3 days not bc i was trying to be petty but bc i could not handle seeing her #without thinking about what she said #and she’s still fucking pissed at me for the original conversation where I was asking if we could divide the cleaning in the house equally #or at least more equally. bc everything gets so messy and cluttered and it stresses me out so much #and i feel like i’m the only one cleaning up after 3 other adults who don’t give any consideration to leaving shit everywhere #and she basically told me to shut tf up and stop trying to act like i’m her parent #as if she didn’t parentify the fuck out of me as a child and use me as a therapist and tell me to be the bigger person every time my older #sister did something fucked up to me #and she- my mom- is being hella passive aggressive now and the vibes are just so toxic i feel like i can’t breathe ar home #like i just want to sleep i don’t want to be home or even conscious #i’m so tired of making myself as tiny as I can and still being made to feel like i take up too much space #emotionally and physically #i just want it to be over #and i want to tell someone but i don’t want to burden anyone or talk too much bc it’s all negative and i don’t want them to get tired of me #i finally made some friends through school and it’s fun to be in a group of people again but i’m so scared i’m going to ruin it

[rowanswriting]

ROOOOWWWWWWW

REQUESTS ARE OPEN YOU SAY???

Self indulgent because I’m that bitch.

Maybe shy/ditsy reader (cause I love her) who is like so innocent and quiet out in public and in private is the neediest horniest depraved little slut for her man (obvs can be gender neutral) with either Steve or Eddie, or steddie x reader whatever your heart desires.

I HOPE THIS ISNT A SHIT REQUEST ITS TWO AM AND IM TIRED

- hellfiremunsonn (Lillie) 🩷

Freak Like Me - E.M.

thank you so much for the request lovey! I hope this is everything you envisioned! @hellfiremunsonn ily! 🫶🏽

Word count- 1.3K

Warnings - pussy slapping, dirty talk, p in v sex, female masturbation (Eddie helps), Eddie teases you, if I miss something please tell me and I’ll be sure to add it here!

-feel free to reblog & interact it’s much appreciated thank you all for reading! I really hope you enjoy this! 18+ only!

“Where you going sugar?” Eddie’s husky voice says from behind you. One of his ringed hands coming up to grip on your shoulder. You feel your knees go weak, trying your best to remain standing as you look around at all his friends. They’re all watching you as you turn to look at Eddie. “Back to the van… if that’s okay, Sir.” You mumble out. A few of his friends chuckle as you hide your face, flushing from embarrassment. He nods, leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly before handing you the keys. “It’s all yours baby be there soon.” You listened as Eddie continued talking about some dnd campaign, the sound of his voice drowning out behind you.

He’d made a spectacle of you all night long, teasing you in front of everyone. He knew exactly what it did to you, you’d almost not agreed to come out tonight because you knew this would happen. Eddie loves teasing you, and his friends love it even more, watching you babble when he asks you a question because only a minute before he had said something incredibly dirty. The wide smirk on his face causes you to stutter as you squeeze your legs together, praying that no one will be able to see. They do. This time you decide not to stick around to hear the remarks they’d make.

You slowly open the door to his van, hopping up inside and slamming yourself back onto his seat. The uncomfortableness of your panties sticking to you is too much to handle, so you lift your hips, sliding them down your legs before throwing them in the back seat. All you can think of when you slip your fingers down to flip up your skirt is Eddie’s voice, the way he mocks you, laughs at you, the sweet nothings he’ll whisper to you once he has you all to himself. “Fuck.” You whimper out, your fingers lightly grazing against your clit.

You shuffle around a bit angling yourself so when Eddie opens the door he’ll have a perfect view of what belongs to him. To his friends, you’re shy and reserved, innocent even. Eddie knew the real truth about you and you were none of those things. Your eyes close as you get lost in the moment, you bite your lip hard enough that you’re sure it’ll bleed as you circle your fingers around your clit, the sensations running throughout your body as you moan quietly. “Please Eddie.” You cry out, sliding down against the passenger door.

“Well ain’t this a pretty picture.” Your eyes snap back open as a sick smile breaks out across your face. “Knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting long.” You say, giggling as Eddie climbs up into the drivers seat. He’s quick with the door, slamming it before turning to look back at you. Your fingers are still working over yourself, only going faster now that he’s watching. You go to stop but he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down. “Oh please honey, don’t stop because of me. Let me see how desperate you are.”

You nod, your eyes half open from the pleasure as Eddie pushes two of your own fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, it’s messy but you couldn’t love it more. The sounds of wet squelching and your moans fill up the van as Eddie’s eyes burn with lust. They’re latched onto where the both of you are moving together. “This is so good, but I really need you Ed’s please.” You beg. He shakes his head, holding your hand down, rocking your fingers in and out slowly. “I didn’t say you could stop babydoll.” He whispers as you buck your hips up, grabbing at his wrist with the hand that isn’t buried deep inside you.

Eddie leans back, sitting on his knees as he watches you. He pulls his hand away slowly and makes you do all the work as he palms himself lazily over his pants. “I wish they could see you now baby, absolutely pathetic and I haven’t even given you the real thing yet.” He says, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as a loud moan rips its way from your throat. “Fuck. Please.” You whine, your heartbeat speeding up as the tight cord winding itself in your stomach threatens to break. A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of your face as you buck your hips up again, meeting the thrusts of your own fingers.

You sit up a little, your body trembling as you watch Eddie slowly unbuckle his belt. You trail your eyes up to his face where he’s biting his lip, his eyes staring into yours as you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs a little when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. “Aww darlin’ you’re so ready aren’t you? Go ahead, let me see you cum, give me a show baby.” It takes you no more than a small thrust of your fingers before you’re letting go. Your wetness spreads all over yourself and down onto Eddie’s seat as he watches. You can hear him talking you through it but the blood rushing behind your ears keeps you from hearing what he’s actually saying.

He gives you no time to recover, you hear something rush past you into the back of the van before Eddie’s on you like a wild animal. He slowly strokes himself a few times, rubbing the head of his cock right against your clit as you squirm underneath him crying and begging for him to fuck you already. He stops teasing only to reach down and slap your pussy, once, twice, three times. You yelp and just as you go to sit up to scold him he thrusts into you, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs. “Y’gonna scream for me sugar? Let all my friends hear how much of a slut you really are for me?”

“F-uckkk Eddie please!” You scream out, the slapping of Eddie’s skin against yours growing louder as he thrusts harder than before. He reaches under your ass to pull you up some, angling you just right so with every thrust his cock rubs up against your g-spot. “That’s it sugar, it’s okay I got you, let go. Cum on this dick and let everyone hear who makes you feel this good.” Your body trembles beneath him, your stomach flips at his dirty words as you look down and watch him sliding in and out of you. The drag of his cock, enough to make you feel like you’re on another planet entirely as you finally give up. Your eyes roll back as your mouth babbles on, Eddie grips onto your hips, his blunt nails digging into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. His deep moans blend with yours creating a delicious melody as he fills you up.

You hear him laugh as you both come down from your high, he slowly pulls out of you leaving you empty and sore as you open your eyes to look up at him. “What’s so funny?” You say, your voice rough from how loud you were being, he smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead, moving some of the hair that’s stuck to it away. “Oh, s’nothin. Just thinking how funny it is that you’re a freak, and they have no idea.” You bite your lip before giggling, slapping his arm slightly as you sit up to fix your clothes. You don’t bother with finding your panties as you watch Eddie reach into the back of the van, grabbing his pants. “Well, next time maybe we’ll have to give them a real show, Eddie.” You whisper, running your tongue up the side of his ear, his cock throbs at your words, a low moan slipping from his lips.

tag list- @voyeurmunson @vecslut @littlexdeaths @xxbimbobunnyxx @josephquinnsfreckles

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #southern!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #stranger things smut #joseph quinn smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female character #eddie smut

[norizz-nation]

Masterlist 🤍

Lando Norris

Ride it (smut)

Summary: Lando started to tone his abs a little bit more, which made you practically drool. So he kinda puts you in your place

Try us baby (smut)

Summary: you met lando and max at an after party where u could basically see that lando and max were practically drooling for u. and u liked that, so they gave u a chance to try them both. and get a taste of both of them.

Watch me and learn (smut)

Summary: you and daniel would love to teach lando sex education, so you both invited him over and things got a bit too heated

Midnight (fluff, angst) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: you were sick for the past few days and lando got worried about you, he told you to see a doctor so many times but you just denied until he took you with him and things took a quick turn

Silk and white (smut)

Summary: you were waiting for lando to come home since he was at his mclaren garage for work and you did something that pushed his buttons

Denying the temptation (smut)

Summary: everyone at the christmas party knew that you hate lando but what they didn’t know is that although you hate him, you’re so cock drunk for him at the end of the party

Brats Like You (smut)

Summary: When it comes to having dinner with both your families, things can turn out pretty wild.

Utopia Type Shit (smut)

Summary: One of those nights where you two are high as fuck and can't stop touching each other. 

Gifted Pleasure (smut)

Summary: Things get heated when you can't handle the pleasure Lando's gifted vibrator gives.

Daniel Ricciardo

I’m better right? (smut)

Summary: So p1 in Monaco for Daniel was legit everything. But somehow reporters gotta ruin that by comparing him with the “new generation’s star max verstappen” so he brings u to ur shared hotel room to ask u if he’s better or not.

Do it for me (smut)

Summary: after getting his hand broken, at home u guys didn’t rlly have much sex since he didn’t recover properly yet. so he begs u all day long to ride him, ride his dick for him. so u did.

Watch me and learn (smut)

Summary: you and daniel would love to teach lando sex education, so you both invited him over and things got a bit too heated

Insta au

My man (fluff)

Summary: there is a reason why you never got drunk because when you do things get weird.

Those pretty eyes (smut)

Summary: things got a bit too heated between you two after having dinner with daniel’s friends.

Someone older (smut)

Summary: dating someone who was in your father, christian horner's team is something you never thought of. but things had to change when you both felt this tension and heat between the two of you

Angel Face (smut)

Summary: Your life took a turn when you met the Red Bull drivers.

Max Verstappen

Try us baby (smut)

Summary: you met lando and max at an after party where u could basically see that lando and max were practically drooling for u. and u liked that, so they gave u a chance to try them both. and get a taste of both of them.

On your knees (smut)

Summary: max was p2 and charles was p1. so they texted you to wait in the hotel room for them.

Made for me (smut)

Summary: even tho you always hated your best friend’s brother but things had to change

It was meant to be (fluff)

Summary: you were never the type to support arranged marriage until you met the guy who made you feel everything you could possibly feel.

All his (smut, fluff) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: your father, christian horner doesn’t know that you’re on your knees for a man who’s in his team and somehow max really enjoys the fact that you’re all his and that your father doesn’t know about it

Cherry Sundress (smut)

Summary: Can friends really be something more? Well only if it’s dark desire.

Golden Boys (smut)

Summary: Falling for the golden boys of Red Bull had their consequences.

Show Me How (smut)

Summary: Your husband wants to know how much you missed his touch.

Angel Face (smut)

Summary: Your life took a turn when you met the Red Bull drivers.

George Russell

Good girl (smut)

Summary: After seeing his baby niece and nephews, George wants a baby too.

Charles Leclerc

Him in red (smut)

Summary: your boyfriend’s hot, everyone knows that but him in red was something way too seductive. you didn’t want him to know but he did and teased you before race practice and even after it.

Pleasure (smut)

Summary: you and charles were out with his friends and he decided to wear that t-shirt. everyone teased him so he told them to ask you if its true or not.

On your knees (smut)

Summary: max was p2 and charles was p1. so they texted you to wait in the hotel room for them.

Taste so good (smut)

Summary: you always had a thing for charles in glasses, so he full filled your wish by eating you out wearing his glasses.

So tasty (smut)

Summary: charles told you about the cum cookies idea and you wanted to give it a try.

All yours (smut)

Summary: you were talking with this random guy at a party that made your boyfriend charles jealous and more possessive so he shows you who you actually belong to.

Be quiet (smut)

Summary: you were really in the mood to mess with charles while he was playing sim with his friends

Win baby (smut)

Summary: you always loved playing sim with charles but this time it’s different.

My perfect baby (smut)

Summary: you and charles fucked in so many places and this time it was his piano.

Look at him (smut)

Summary: charles brings the guy who was flirting with you in a party home, to show him that he can never fuck you the way charles does.

So needy (smut)

Summary: you were talking with this guy that made charles think that you were flirting.

Such a slut (smut)

Summary: you went to this party where your friends invited you, without charles since he’s so controlling but when you came home he found out where you’ve been.

Thinking about you all day (smut)

Summary: charles was away for work, for the mexican gran prix. the distance was starting to torture you as you became more and more needy for his touch, so you decided to call him

Too much (smut)

Summary: when it comes to you and charles fucking in his car, things can get really messy and hot

So sweet (smut)

Summary: charles was always obsessed with your tits but you didnt know he had lactation kink until you guys had a baby girl and he begs for a taste of your milk every time he sees you breastfeed your baby

Just with me (smut)

Summary: you always saw your childhood best friend charles dating so many girls but you were there with no boyfriends so you decided to go on a date with a guy you met on tinder which charles definitely hated

Start again (smut)

Summary: charles hates it when you behave like a bad little girl

Smells like sex (smut)

Summary: you always wanted to ride charles and he always gets you what you want

Behave (smut)

Summary: Just one of those nights where your boyfriend just can’t have enough of you.

Sweetest Girl In Town (fluff)

Summary: Everything changed when this new guy moved to your town. Were you dreaming or did he actually made you feel the things you never knew you could feel? 

Tears Look Good On Her (smut)

Summary: You love it when Charles reminds you who you actually belong to. You're all his, yet you just want to push his buttons. You want him to show you, you belong to him. 

Pain & Pleasure (smut)

Summary: You left him without any explanation and he came back for an explanation.

Carlos Sainz

Birthday present (smut)

Summary: after his birthday, pole position and podium in monza, you wanted give him a little surprise

My little angel (smut)

Summary: your parents finally allowed you to go abroad on a vacation and you decided to go to spain where things took a quick turn

So sore (smut)

Summary: carlos is the type of boyfriend who is always ready for a round two but sometimes he's so hungry for you that even if you're sore he never gets enough of you, he's always starving for you.

Sweaty summer (smut)

Summary: vacation with the sainz family was pretty fun until you both were caught up for being too damn loud, especially you

Oscar Piastri

Good little boy (smut)

Summary: since you’re 4 years older than him, you know much more than he does

Squeezing so good (smut)

Summary: although oscar looks like a baby boy but he could literally make your legs shake in bed, screaming his name, grabbing the bedsheets wanting for more

Vacation Or Honeymoon? (fluff)

Summary: After being terribly busy, you and Oscar finally get some time to spend with each other by going on a vacation. But is it really a vacation or a honeymoon?

Love Wasn’t Enough (smut)

Summary: Your lazy weekend isn’t really lazy anymore after you accidentally bump into your toxic ex at a party.

Pierre Gasly

One of the girls (angst)

Summary: pierre was just your one night stand but also he was the guy who took your virginity. after 3 years you guys met again since you wanted to support your brother at the grand prix.

Craving each other (smut)

Summary: your brother, charles visited you after a long time and you forgot to hide the stuffs that belonged to your boyfriend, also your brother's best friend, pierre

Lewis Hamilton

Obsessed (dark smut)

Summary: you thought all your problems were gone when you dumped your crazy toxic boyfriend but you felt like someone was watching you for quite a few days. it felt like someone was keeping an eye on you, that is when you realized your problems weren’t gone

Don’t give me that look (smut)

Summary: seeing your boyfriend wearing his helmet made you feel something in your core and your boyfriend just had the best idea for it

Too erotic (smut)

Summary: your boyfriend lewis loves it when you wear tiny little skirts only for him

Toto Wolff

His precious girl (smut)

Summary: toto wanted to show all his friends and colleagues what a pretty little girl he got himself but things took a turn when a guy your age started to flirt with you at the party

Spit on it (smut)

Summary: toto got you a present that made your jaw drop

Sebastian Vettel

Golden Boys (smut)

Summary: Falling for the golden boys of Red Bull had their consequences.

#f1 smut #f1 x you #f1 #f1 x female reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #cl16 x reader #cs55 x reader #cs55 #carlos sainz junior #scuderia ferrari #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fanfic #george russell #lewis hamilton #formula 1 #mercedes amg f1 #george russell smut #george russel x reader #george russel imagine #lando norris #max verstappen smut #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo smut #sebastian vettel smut

[lemonlover1110]

Hello! I hope you are doing well 😌 you are my fav writer and I just wanted to to throw out this crazy brainrot request to u bc I am SICK over it

So Florence nightingale syndrome right? Toji is like a professional boxer or whatever something athletic bc he's a fucking beast and he gets hurt, like his leg or something, and you become his at home occupational therapist. So you're like taking care of him and he's getting feelings for you while also being a stubborn ass bc u push him constantly so he can get better. and he's super hesitant to accept his feelings bc he's a Playboy of course.

I'm just picturing this one scene where you're helping him up and he's leaning on you and he says something like "are you sure you can handle me princess?" Idk I'm insane I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭

Pairing: boxer!Toji Fushiguro x f!caregiver!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, frustrated Toji, Florence nightingale syndrome, Toji has an injured leg and is a little bitch for a bit

*This was so fun to work on and now I'm having thinking a little too hard about boxer toji (I'm ovulating) sofjsof enjoy!

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Toji never really thought he’d be dependent on someone, yet now he can’t even take a shower standing up. After an unlucky boxing match, Toji ended up in a cast and crutches. That’s what he gets for not listening to his son who told him it was around time to retire.

“I’m not a fucking skeleton, I’m good in my field. I can do this for a couple more years.” How he wishes he could swallow his fucking words. He thought that after getting the cast off he’d go back to normal, and he’d have no issue with mobility. He shouldn’t have an issue moving his fucking leg again, he’s been moving it for more than thirty years, why should three months of not moving it change much?

Apparently he can’t do anything, which is why he has someone with him all day every day, helping him so he can get better. Toji’s main issue? He gets frustrated when someone tries to help him. 

“Be careful, it’s hot.” You smile at him as you put his dinner in front of him. He has a scowl on his face as you set it down in front of him. He tried to help make dinner but he couldn’t stand for too long. He’s mad, but not at you. He could never be mad at you. 

Toji wasn’t necessarily fond of you when you started working with him; he hates being dependent on someone else, and he knew that he would have to depend on you for pretty much everything. You try to help him though, and he should be more appreciative of you because of it, but in reality he feels like a fucking baby. He’s grown to like you though… A little too much for his liking. 

You leave him to eat, going to wash the dishes since he can’t do the task yet. Perhaps his own bowl and spoon, but not everything that needs to be cleaned. You watch him from the counter, watching his refusal to pick up the spoon and eat the soup you made him. Earlier he was so prideful, telling you that he would help you every step of the way during dinner, and he couldn’t even finish one third of it. You were proud of him regardless.

“It’s really good, Toji! The potatoes you helped peel really added a touch to it.” You’ve gotten close enough to be on a first name basis. You see each other every day, you stay in the same house, of course you’re close enough to talk to each other so casually. It doesn’t mean you should though. You’ve always managed to keep a very professional relationship with patients, but there’s just something about him that makes it hard for you to be normal around him.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking kid.” He says, pushing the bowl of soup away. He’s not hungry anymore. Toji stands up, his hands holding on to the table to support himself before grabbing his crutches. 

“Toji, if you’re not eating it, can you try to bring it over to me, please?” You ask. You know the soup has cooled down, if he spills it, he’ll be fine.

“If you want it, pick it up yourself.” Toji is clearly mad. You don’t take it to heart though, because you know it’s with himself and not you. 

“How about we go to the park tomorrow? It’s supposed to be a nice day out.” You talk to Toji who tries to watch a documentary. He’s not all that interested in what he put on, caring more about what you have to say. He might not show it, and he tries to deny it, but he has the biggest soft spot for you. “We can also get some ice cream, if you’re in the mood!”

“Hey… I’m sorry about earlier. I was just—” It’s hard to get an apology out of him, but sometimes he knows he’s in the wrong and he feels the need to apologize. He doesn’t want you to be mad at him, even though you’re clearly not upset with him. You’re so understanding and patient with him, he feels like he doesn’t deserve that.

“You’re fine, Toji.” You reassure him with a smile, your hand going over his balled up fist. You feel your heart skip a beat as you touch him. You’ve crossed the line past a professional relationship, and you should set some boundaries within yourself– But his other hand goes on top of your own before he brings it up, softly kissing your knuckles. It’s hard to set boundaries when he feels the same way.

“I’m tired.” He tells you, and you stand up to help him get up. Toji usually denies your help, but this time, he has no problem accepting it. You just want the best for him, and there’s some things that he can’t do completely alone. He has to take baby steps. He’s using you for support, and he’s scared that he’s too heavy for you. He asks you, “Are you sure, princess? Can you handle me? I know I’m pretty big.”

“You’re fine. I can handle you.” You reassure him, and you begin to walk to his bedroom. His room was previously on the second floor, but ever since his injury, he’s moved his bedroom to the first floor. You get him to his bedroom, helping him on the bed. You smile at him before saying, “Let me grab your crutches. You left them in the living room, right?”

Before you can walk away, he grabs your sleeve. Toji’s slowly realizing that he can’t fight off the feelings that consume him when you help him, and he’s usually not a fan of them. Toji’s been tied down once before, he certainly doesn’t want that again. But with you, it’s different. He doesn’t mind the idea.

“Will you lay down with me?” He asks, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. You shouldn’t. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before he prompts himself up to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Toji, you know this isn’t something I can do.” You tell him as he looks lovingly into your eyes. “I’m here to help you get better.”

“You can help me get better by laying down next to me.” Toji responds. You grab the hand that so lovingly touches your cheek and kiss it, before bringing your lips down to meet his momentarily. He swears he hears fireworks when your lips meet, even after you pull away.

He’s most definitely in love with you.

“I’ll go get your crutches. Good night, Toji.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #dilf toji #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro x you #daddy toji #toji imagine #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji x reader #toji x you #toji jjk #fushiguro

[wosoamazing]

Sick

Summary: You get sick at training and no one can get a hold of Leah

Warnings: Sick, angst??, IDK

A/N: decided to give you all another fic. I hope you like this one, I don't know how good it is.... also please do send requests in, I want to make sure I'm writing things people will enjoy.

Training today just felt harder than usual, yes you had off days, but something was different, it wasn’t just that you weren’t playing as well, you were hotter, you were running out of breath quicker than usual, you head hurt slightly. Everyone around you noticed but didn’t want to say anything, your teenage hormones were at their peak currently, as Leah put it and you were quick to snap at anyone for no real reason. You stayed quite about it though and just tried to push through, that was until you felt like you were going to pass out and you decided you should probably sit down. So, you went up to Jonas.

“Y/N, how can I help you?”

“Umm, I’m just feeling a little hot, was just wondering if I could sit down for a bit,” “yeah sure why don’t you go inside to the dining room and sit down there, it will be cooler in there than out here, lunch is only 25 or so away anyway,” “Thanks Jonas,” you said, and you turned around, probably a little too fast as everything spun, you stumbled a little and shut your eyes, hoping that no one noticed you continued to make your way into the dining room and sat on one of the chairs, everything was still slightly spinning but it wasn’t too bad. Just as you were about to rest your head on the table you heard footsteps which grew louder, until they stopped, and Katie was standing next to you.

“Hey,” you mumbled.

“Hey, Jonas sent me in here to check on you. You okay?”

“No, I feel like crap” you replied. It was the truth. In an effort to feel better, you shut your eyes and rested your head on the table, it was cool to touch, Katie put her hand on the back of your neck, and she winced at the heat that was radiating off you.

“I think you need to go see a medic.”

“No, I’m fine.” you snapped.

“Okay, well I’ll leave you to it then,” she stood up starting to walk out.

“Katie,” you softly cried out, she looked back at you “can you stay?”

“Only if you let me get a medic to look at you,” she tried compromising.

“Fine.” You sighed. Katie messaged someone on her phone and a few minutes later one of the medics came in. “38.7, not too bad, get her to take two of these and try and see if you can get her sister to take her home, if she is still here in about 45 minutes, we will come check on her again. Also get her to drink the rest of that and another one at least” The medic said to Katie pointing at your water bottle, Katie nodded. “Oh, and have one of these,” Katie screwed her face up at the sight of the emesis bag she really couldn’t handle that type of sick, “look she shouldn’t need it but it’s better to be safe than sorry.” Katie nodded agreeing with that statement. She got you to take two Panadol and to drink some water before you fell asleep. She did wake you every ten minutes to drink some more water however you didn’t really remember that.

“Hey, can you sit up for just a sec,” you look up to see the medic, she takes your temperature and checks your breathing. “39.1” the medic and Katie look at each other you place your head back on the table, and whimper slightly at the movement of your head, however the table felt nice on your head as it was cool.

“Where the fuck is Leah! Why isn’t she answering her phone,” Katie yelled becoming more furious with Leah by the second.

“Why don’t you just take her home?” Kim asked.

“Because Leah is a genius. Who doesn’t give their 16-year-old sister a key? and she refuses to let me take her to mine.” Katie replies

“You could call Sarina,” you decided to chime in.

“What’s her number though?” “Give it here,” you put Sarina’s number into Katies phone, Katie quickly pressed the call button and to her amusement Sarina picked up.

“Hi Sarina, its Katie McCabe, I am really sorry to be calling but we have Y/F/N here and she isn’t feeling well at all, and we have been trying to get a hold of Leah for 45 minutes but she won’t answer, and we understand she is doing important media duties however Y/N does have a temperature of 39.1C, and we think it would be best if she went home.” There was a pause, Sarina must’ve been talking “Okay, thank you so much, so sorry again. Bye”

“She’s coming,” everyone let out a sigh of relief, they hated seeing you so sick and helpless knowing that Leah was the one thing that might make you feel better.

“Leah?” you questioned, starting to cry.

“Yeah, she’s coming, like 10 minutes,” Katie said as she started to rub your back, you placed your head back on the table and continued to cry, you just felt so sick and wanted your sister.

“Hey, I’m here.” Leah said as she rounded the corner, her heart melting at the scene in front of her. You were still crying head on the table, Katie was still rubbing your back looking like she might cry at any moment, she just wanted to help, and she couldn’t.

“Oh, bug.” Leah cooed at the sight, and she continued towards you, you lifted you head up tears still falling. She kneeled down beside you and put her hand on your forehead, she winced and looked at Katie, “39.1 last we checked.”

“Bug, I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner.” She said, ready to cry herself.

“Can we go home?” you whimpered, as she pulled you in for a hug, she noticed the slight dampness of your skin.

“Let me go talk to the medic first,” she said as she stood up.

“I’ll go get her stuff for you,” Lia said as she went to the locker room. The girls remaining all looked at each other, you couldn’t resist a smirk.

“Why do you have two bags Lia?” your sister questioned.

“Le, don’t do this, I’ve spoken to Jonas, and he agrees that you’re going to need help, come on I’ll drive you home.” She replied.

“Carry me?” you whined looking at your sister who sighed before picking you up and taking you home, the girls all made eyes at each other as the three of you walked out.

_______

“Le, I’m back” Lia said as she walked through the door. “We’re still in here.” Leah replied, she was sitting up against the head board of her bed, you had your head in her lap and your body laid parallel to the headboard, your training top was on the end of the bed and you were just in your crop top and training shorts, Leah had taken your shirt off in hopes of cooling you down, your sweaty body was making the sheets slightly damp, as she rain her fingers through your hair.

“Hey” Lia said softly as she walked into the room, carrying the bag of items she bought to help you. “What you got in there” Leah asked looking at the quite full bag.

“Just the essentials,” Lia pulled out some medicine first, then some hydrolyte, followed by a thermometer “I guessed you didn’t have one of these,” she pulled some more items out “Oh and I got some of these,” Leah’s brow furrowed at the sight of the emesis bags, “they might come in handy one day” Lia said as she shrugged.

“Thank you, Lia for everything not just for today” your sister replied.

“It’s no problem, how is she?”

“I don’t really know, she never gets sick it’s been years, I’m just really worried. Should we check her temperature again?” with of nod of Lia’s head they pulled the thermometer out of its packing and checked your temperature. “Shit,” Lia’s brow furrowed “39.5, what do we do Li, do we take her to the hospital, the doctor?” Leah said heartbroken a tear rolling down her check.

“She hasn’t had any medicine yet has she?” Lia questioned.

“I think they gave her some Panadol at the colony but other than that no”

“Okay well we’ll give her some ibuprofen, and help her take a lukewarm bath, and if her temperature hasn’t gone down or if it goes up after 30 minutes, we can take her to the hospital, how does that sound?” Leah just nodded agreeing with Lia, she just wanted to help you but in this moment she felt helpless. “You give her the medicine and I’ll start the bath”.

“Bug, can you wake up for me?” Leah said softly shaking you. You sat up, leaning against the headboard, resting you head on the wall.

“Here can you take this, it will help you feel better,” Leah said handing you two tablets and your water bottle, you took them and then went to lay back down on Leah, but she stopped you, as the bath was now ready.

“Bug we’re going to put you in the bath for a little while,” you groan at Leah’s words, she helps you up and places you in the bath still clothed. She let you sit there while she went to get the pair of you new clothes, nothing fancy of course, just some PJs. After your bath Leah helped you get changed before carrying you back to the bedroom.

“Oh, you didn’t have to Lia,” she said noticing Lia was just finishing off changing the sheets on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s all good, here have this” she said as she placed a pillow down for you and Leah. You laid between the two girls with your head resting on Leah’s arm, they rechecked your temperature and it was now back to 39.1, they weren’t super happy with it but happy enough not to take you to the hospital, you spent the next four days in bed sick, Leah and Lia both trying to help you get better.

#woso x reader #woso community #arsenal wfc #woso #woso fanfics #katie mccabe #leah williamson #lia walti #woso imagine

[2knightt]

CANT HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER!!! i’m utterly obsessed with the curtis brothers.

idk if u do this, but if u can, the curtis brothers with a reader who’s super down bad for them? they make it so clear, too. constantly doing everything for them, making food, buying snacks, just utterly everything. compliments, holding their hand religiously … yk.

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you know i’m a fool for you. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! you think the curtis brothers are the only men on the planet.

tags/warnings: swearing(on my end/once during dialogue.) reader being slightly overprotective or insane, mentions of reader getting hit on, mentions of reader leaving lip stick stains, me not knowing what to write for darry.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m using ny other accounts layout bc i can’t be bothered rn. also i’m here to feed y’all i’ve noticed the outsiders x reader tag is lowkey dry asl.

Ponyboy Curtis:

WOAH HE CAN’T HANDLE ALLAT😭

like actually. he is TWEAKING AT ALL TIMES! when you first like started complimenting him, showering him in kisses, giggling n’ shit—he thought it was a one time thing.

ponyboy just thought he’d have to thug that shit out once a week or something. he was, in-fact, pleasantly surprised when you continued to do it.

“you’re so-mwah-cute! i wish-mwah-i could-mwah-hold you forever!”

“y/n…😣”

he’s so flustered omfg like actually he’s beet red LMFAOOO. if you were to put your fingers to his forehead it’d be so hot. like ponyboy’s avoiding eye contact, his lips are tightened, etc.

if he were to stay the night at your place—you make him all types of food. like, food he’d never heard of. or food he’d dream about after eating bologna for a week,

“for me? …really?”

“mhm! c’mon, don’t let it get cold now.”

ponyboy is DIGGING RIGHT THE FUCK IN. okay he is SCARFING THAT DOWN. after he’d be a little embarrassed of how quickly he ate but like you just took it as a good thing.

thinks you’re the best cook ever tbh. gordan ramsey has nothing on you type levels.

going on a walk with him to go grocery shopping for the curtis house with your hands intertwined and letting ponyboy ramble about this annoying substitute he had!!! IT’S REAL!!! ALL OF IT!!!

“n’ then he tried to tell me my answer was wrong when i studied last night—I EVEN ASKED MY FRIENDS. so, i know it was right. i just think mr. johnson had a personal vendetta against me.”

“smh…i could do slash his tires if you’d like♡!”

“what”

“nothing.”

AWHHH PONYBOY FOLLOWING YOU AROUND THE STORE LIKE A LOST PUPPY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO BUY LMFAO

he’d like holding your sleeve or the hem of your shirt as you walk around, looking more awkward above all else.

uwahh showering ponyboy in compliments late at night when it’s just the two of you, twirling his hair as you hold him closer!!!

“you’re hair is so pretty. it’s so soft…i dunno why you put grease in it. if i was you—i’d never let anyone touch it.”

“i don’t. i only let you.”

“…REALLY??🥰🥰😚😚”

ur friends are soooo sick of you talking about ponyboy LMFAOOOO like actually. every time you go, ‘omfg did i tell you guys, he-‘ they know to just let you mindlessly ramble.

“and then ponyboy read to me ‘til i fell asleep! he’s so sweet—i dunno how he’s real!”

“i dunno how you’re so whipped.”

“he must be the funniest motherfucker on the planet if y/n’s this obsessed.”

Sodapop Curtis

OHHH Y’ALL ARE AT A CONSTANT WAR TO SEE WHO’S GONNA BEAT THE OTHER AT BEING THE BETTER PARTNER LMFAOOO

HE’S usually the whipped one in the relationship…he felt both extremely lucky and threatened when you started attacking him with kisses…

“you’re so handsome. i’m just the luckiest person on earth—ain’t i?”

“…yeah…🤨”

“why’d you say it like that?😞”

“cause I’M the luckiest person on the earth…I’M supposed to be tellin’ you this…”

but as time goes on—he does take the loss and accepts you’re better at him. for now. it’s only a matter of seconds until sodapop thinks of something insane to show his love for you.

anyways! IMAGINE COOKING WITH HIM OHHHH NY GODDDDD /?:&$:&: he just mainly stands there and looks pretty as he asks what you’re doing but SHHH. HE’S MORAL SUPPORT.

“…what?”

“i’m chopping onions for the flavour, honey.”

“you don’t like onions, though?”

“i don’t like the crunch rather than the flavou—YOU REMEMBERED I DON’T LIKE ONIONS??☹️☹️”

“of course i would!”

gladly holds ur hand 24/7. i’m not kidding. you two are like super magnets. HEHEHE IMAGINE HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL AND HIS OTHER HAND HOLDING YOURS!!/!2!

you do take him grocery shopping. only sometimes, though. he only buys junk food rather than actual food.

“can i get these? please?”

“you already have two bags of chips in the cart, soda.”

“okay..😣”

“SIGH…get them.”

“HURRAY!”

knows you can’t say no to him and that’s like the only time he uses it to his advantage.

soc’s do hit on you under the premise of ‘showing you how a real man is supposed to spoil a lady like you.’ HOWEVER, you look at them like they’re aliens.

“hey, baby. what’re you doin’ around here?”

“…EW.”

“???”

they’re shocked above all else as they see you turn away from them and quickly walk away without looking back. AND WOOO SODA IS SO PROUD.

Darry Curtis

the gang acts like you two are constantly fighting whenever you start to look at darry with that sparkle in your eyes.

“guys, PLEASE! YOU’RE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY! STOP ARGUING!”

“what the hell are you on about, soda?”

“you’re scaring pony!” “don’t bring me into this.”

“mind you’re own business, soda.”

AJDIEHJR DARRY HAVING A HAND AROUND YOUR WAIST AS YOU MUTTER SWEET NOTHINGS BETWEEN KISSINGS>>>

you two are a POWER COUPLE IN THE GROCERY STORE! EVEN IF YOU REFUSE TO LET HIM PAY AND HE GETS POUTTY! EVEN IF HE DOESN’T TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL!

“y/n, please. these are for my house.”

“so?? my wallet was out first.”

“that doesn’t mean anything. baby, i’m telling you, i’m paying.”

“too late, i already handed the cashier the money.”

you cook and clean for the curtis’ to take something off of darry’s back out of the kindness in your heart and totally not because you want him to pay more attention to you!! NEVER!!

but you do enjoy the fact that darry has more time to sit down and pay attention to you! and darry really likes the extra time he has!!

“you didn’t have to.”

“yes i did! you’ve been so stressed out, it’s the least i could do for you.”

“you’re such a treat, y’know.”

“mh. only f’you.”

you FORCE him to hold your hand. sometimes he forgets that he’s supposed to hold your hand in public so do NOT BE AFRAID TO GRAB IT YOURSELF.

but once you do, darry is the last person to let go. maybe to wrap an arm around your hip—BUT THAT’S IT.

teehee leaving lipstick stains on his white t-shirt accidentally🫶🫶!! it’s all so real to me!! sure, darry’s a little annoyed but it’s okay! he can never be mad at you!

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis blurb #ponyboy curtis imagine #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis blurb #sodapop curtis imagine #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis blurb #darry curtis imagine

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More headcanons of the Nimona trio being domestic dorks

Whenever the trio gets sick of each other they’ll ask the person in the trio they’re not pissed at to handle them

It always goes something like this “Ambrosius come get your kid they won’t leave me alone-“ “No Nemesis come get your husband he’s being a stick in the mud”

Or “Bal go get your son from prison he got arrested again” “Oh so he’s my son today?” “Yes when he’s stupid enough to get caught he’s your son” 

If you're wondering why Nimona doesn't just escape its cause they find it hilarious when Bal has to come to bail them out at random points in the day

There are also times when they’re proud or happy and they’ll say things like “I’m gonna go get my daughter ice cream” “Since when is she just your daughter?” “Since right now when she helped me fix my prosthetic” 

“Hey boss where’s my Nemesis I heard he got in a fight today” “I thought he was my Nemesis” “Not when he puts three guys in the hospital he’s not” 

Bal is one of those people who sees something and says “Why would I buy that when I can just make it” AND HE DOES

Nimona has a bad habit of fucking up speakers so Bal just set up a sound system throughout the house 

If the trio weren’t such antisocial losers with three friends combined their parties would be amazing

He made Ambrosius a skincare cabinet just so he could put actual medicine in the medicine cabinet 

When Nimona moved in he asked them what their ideal room would look like 

She gave him a rough draft and he did all of it

They spend a week tearing that room apart so they could soundproof it so she could rock out without disturbing the boys

She has sick ass LED lights and she’ll change the colors depending on her mood 

Ambrosius and Bal helped her paint the walls the most obnoxious shade of neon pink And then they didn’t complain when she spray painted over said walls 

It’s worth it to see her visibly relax when she enters her room

This man has gutted and put back together and rearranged their little house so many times it’s unrecognizable 

I also feel like everyone in the trio is a crafty bitch

They all have a million little hobbies that have produced even more trinkets that fill up their whole house 

Their house is this weird combination of comfy yet chaotic and it's a minimalists nightmare 

Cleaning is also a nightmare but they wouldn't change it for anything 

Back when they were in the institute Ambrosius was a terrible cook -♾️/10 his cooking would put people in the hospital 

After the knighting ceremony was the first time he was living by himself and didn’t have access to free food so he taught himself how to cook

Honestly most people would think he would give up

I mean there are only so many times you set water on fire before you throw in the towel

But he's a stubborn brat and cooking took his mind off of everything so he stuck with it

One day Bal came home to the smell of cooking and he assumed it was Nimona 

He swears to this day he had a heart attack when he saw Ambrosius in front of the stove and Nimona comfortably sitting at the dinner table not helping at all

He promptly dragged Nimona out of there like a bomb just went off and warned him not to touch Ambrosius’ food

He told Bal “The more you call it a biohazard the more I want to eat it” 

So Bal used him like a test dummy 

When Nimona finally did try it they turned to Bal and complained that he lied 

Bal thought he was being pranked until he was forced by Nimona to try the food 

And it was good 

More than good I was fucking amazing 

He asked Ambrosius quite frankly “Who are you and what have you done with my husband” 

Ambrosius just rolled his eyes and told him to eat the food

Bal never gave up on finding out how and slowly but surely he started asking like a normal person

And Ambrosius never answered like a normal person

His answers would range from “A chef never reveals his secrets” (“that’s a magician love” “just zip it and eat your food”) to “I’m never telling you so suffer and finish this meal I lovingly cooked” (“is it still considered love if you knew I was gonna suffer?” “Yes” “…. Makes sense”)

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I just know the trio are crafty bitches #Bal dabbles in a little bit of everything #Nimona likes to whittle #Ambrosius likes to crochet #He's made everyone he loves at least one stuffed animal

[cultofdixon]

Ray of Fucking Sunshine

Negan Smith • She/Her Pronouns • Mess with the little pregnant lady, you mess with so much more • SFW/ANGST/NSFW - Implied Sex / Hickeys • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Nausea & Vomiting / Over-Protectiveness / Injuries / Mentions of Canon Violence • Pre-Savior Arc

Requested by: Anon

“Wait. Run that back to me, darling?” Negan was confused with what his partner Y/N had just told him.

“It ain’t rocket science understanding that I’m pregnant, baby” Y/N frowns leaning against the counter to the room the two claimed when they found their new home. “This is gonna be one hell of a journey unless you want me to get rid of it. Though I can’t think of a healthy way of doing it. Think they’ve got any coat hangers still lying around?”

“Well aren’t you funny” Negan scoffs followed by a semi annoyed laugh toward her words. He lifted himself up from the bed bringing himself close to Y/N as she started to avoid his gaze. “Hey, don’t hide those gorgeous eyes from me” he gently lifts her chin so her eyes locked with his. “This is a good thing alright? I want to have this baby and if yea don’t…well, I think they’ve got them metal coat hangers around” he jokes making her laugh and bring back that smile of hers followed by his.

“We’re gonna be parents”

“Yeah we are” Negan smiles kissing her lovingly resting his hands on her hips bringing her close as she brought her arms around his neck even if he was much taller than her and had to be on her tippy toes.

When they parted, Negan couldn’t help but picture their future and that brought a sense of warmth to the man.

Their baby is the future of their new community; The Sanctuary

First Trimester

“So you’re replacing me”

“Hey, don’t put words in my mouth” Negan kept his cool when talking to his partner. “You’re pregnant. Can’t handle the heavy shit and it’ll be good to have another right hand. Plus Simon shows promise”

“Simon is a pain in the ass!”

“Alright yea only say that because the man got in your way for just a second”

“I HAD TO PEE DUMBASS. I WOULDVE FUCKING THROWN HIM IF I HAD THE STRENGTH TO” Y/N snapped noticing Negan taking it which led to tears forming in her eyes. “He better not replace me”

“Darling…no one can replace you” Negan reassures gently wiping away her tears taking note that he’ll have to get used to the mood changes.

A knock was heard before the door opened revealing the man they were talking about and Y/N immediately shifted her attention to him.

“I CANT HAVE A SECOND WITH MY PARTNER?! WHO THE FUCK LET YOU COME IN?!”

“I knocked first” Simon laughs which only enraged Y/N more as she approaches him about to say something when her face went pale. Causing his expression to fall. “Uh, you alri—-“ then the vomit instantly spilled from her mouth and onto his shoes. “Oh wow what the actual fuck”

Negan was about to check on her when she slowly stood straight wiping the puke off her mouth with the back of her hand. She suddenly flipped him off to back off before mumbling and walking out of the room leaving the two.

“The fuck just happen?”

“Morning sickness. That might happen more than yea think” Negan sat on the edge of the conference table crossing his arms. “So, about the community yea found while scouting? The Hilltop?”

The next couple days Negan stuck close in the Sanctuary when it came to Y/N and her morning sickness. She still tried to do a few things around the joint when her stomach didn’t want to hold everything. Simon has met the short end of the stick a few times when it came to her not reaching a bucket or the bathroom but he can’t say anything if he wants to get on Negan’s good side.

“Get the new group situated and for the new prisoner? Have Eric break him like he broke the last one. Need more Negans if yea get me”Negan tells Laura one of his trusted soldiers as she nods soon exiting the room letting both Simon and Y/N in. Simon came in with a mockup map made of the Hilltop community while Y/N came in for other reasons but she kept quiet so Negan can talk business first. “We are aiming at Oceanside in the next few days. Laura and David are joining me while I’m trusting you to scout out the Hilltop more to get an insight on. Take that Jared guy or at least another body. Take note on any weak points”

“You got it boss. This is the most recent mock up. Apparently, Y/N over here…snuck into the car I took and took pictures with the camera we’ve got”

“This bitch just had to be a snitch!” Y/N hissed as again, Negan stayed in their community to keep an eye on her but she of course snuck past him. “He was going to give you fucking blobs on a piece of paper! At least I—-“

“I ain’t mad darling. Next time just tell me or who knows who would have to die because of your disappearance” Negan trails his eyes onto Simon indicating he will meet his end if anything happened to his partner. “Anyway, you both did good work. Simon, if yea find their weaknesses…you’ll help with the lineup”

The man light up when he heard that while as for Y/N she only knew that brought blood shed and that didn’t sit well with her…in the physical sense. She quickly shoved Simon with an unexpected strength expelling from her causing him to fall over as they both knew why.

“I’m gonna go check on her. You better have a plan for your further scouting when I get back” Negan states heading out of the conference room to go through the entire sanctuary to reach the private rooms including his and Y/N’s.

It was all coming together if you asked the big man. Their prisoner system with psychological breaking was working, their walker yard was being perfected, their living quarters for more of the “civilian” saviors took up most of the first floor, and they’ve gotten a few things to help this place in a medical sense.

The more graphic horrors didn’t become more noticeable until later.

“Y/N?” Negan calls out pushing the door open to their living quarters finding his partner seated on the floor looking through a box. “You feelin’ better? One of the guys found a case of ginger ale that went untouched. Could get one of’em to….” He stopped rambling bringing himself to sit with her seeing the pictures she was going through that she found.

“Do you miss her?” The sadness in her tone spoke through catching Negan off guard. He doesn’t like the mood swings, or what triggers them.

“Why?” Nice.

“She was your wife…who died of cancer” Negan didn’t keep his past a secret from Y/N and Y/N only. “Now you have me and we’re about to have a baby. I just…makes me wonder if you wish you had this with her”

“Y/N. Look at me” Negan waited for her to do so before getting into it. “I’ll always love my wife and what we had. But that’s the past, and you’re my future”

Y/N wanted to say more but she couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her lips as she brought her hand to rest on his cheek.

“That was cheesy…but I loved it” She continues to smile warmly bringing her hand to rest on his cheek feeling the smallest scratch of his beard on her palm.

Negan remained beside her for the rest of the day and only sneaking off when nightfall came. He was quiet about it and surprised himself a tad when it came to not waking his partner. But that didn’t matter when he reached the loading docks to find the trucks ready along with Simon holding Lucille for him.

“Doesn’t she know what you do in the dark, Negan?”

“For the most part. But this? No she doesn’t” Negan brushed past Simon to get to his car. “And if you tell her anything, it’ll be your brain matter on the ground this time”

Second Trimester

“I’ll cut your fucking hand off” Y/N threatens the doctor that Simon brought from one of the communities when he tried to get a blood pressure cuff on her. “I don’t believe you when you say Negan called for you”

“When he said you were feisty. I didn’t believe him. Now I wish I was killed on that wretched day instead of who he did kill” The doc’s words didn’t get a reaction out of the woman which only surprised him slightly but given this was Negan’s partner, the surprise didn’t last. “I’m not an OBGYN. I am trained in a few things but for the most part I am not. But I do know that high blood pressure can cause complications or something even worse”

Of course scarring her was going to get her to cooperate. Even if everyone witnessed Y/N trip the doctor in the common area a couple hours later.

“Yea done with the big man’s wife or what?”

“Yes” The doc informed Simon while the confusion grew on his features. “Why do you want to know? Negan is usually the one to come and meet up with her”

“Yeah well he’s busy and I gotta ask her somethin’. Move” Simon stated pushing the doctor aside not letting him have a moment to process.

Y/N quickly brought her attention onto the man that barged in. Her immediate glare made Simon take a step back.

“You’re not here to escort me anywhere are you? Negan said it was fine for me to take a walk outside after my “appointment” like I fucking needed one”

“Boss man said you haven’t been sleepin’ and that’s mainly why you had to get checked. Plus the new ultrasound machine we got from one of our communities”

“Okay…you sound much calmer than usual when talking to me. Fucking spit it out” Y/N leaned against the exam table with her arms crossed becoming more impatient by the second even if he just got in there. It’s Simon, he annoys her just by breathing and by taking her duties as right hand.

“I need yea to distract him for the night so I can pay a visit to Gregory. Get him to put out more than we’ve been asking from the Hilltop”

“Thought Negan only wanted certain items on a monthly basis”

“Things are changing. I wanna prove to him I am much more useful as a right hand than just a messenger”

“What’s in it for me?” Y/N tilted her head curious as to what Simon is willing to do for her.

Then a few hours passed, Y/N tripped the doc in the common area on her way to her and Negan’s shared room. To her surprise he was already there waiting for her.

“Darling, how was the—-“

“Believe me when I say I’m fine next time. Don’t need that old man checking on me”

“It eases my anxiety, beautiful” Negan laughs rising from the chair to strut over to his woman bringing her into his embrace and kissing her lovingly.

But it only took a second for Y/N to bring more heat to the kiss that Negan instantly matched. He felt her tug at his shirt making him pull away to take his shirt off and before he could kiss her again, Y/N pressed her hand firmly on his chest.

“Lock the door pretty boy” Y/N smirks watching the excitement write itself on his face as he quickly went to the door while she got ready at her speed.

“Fucking love the hormones” Negan whispers to himself while locking the door.

After their fun, the two laid naked under the covers enjoying the quiet as Negan gently rubs his finger tips up and down her bicep while Y/N listens to his heartbeat lying on his chest.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Simon and I were talking…”

“Damn. A full ass conversation with the man that annoys yea? Should I be worried?” Negan teases only for Y/N to side eye him.

“Don’t be funny. I’m trying to be serious here”

“Okay okay, you and Simon talked. About what?”

“What we could do to improve the Sanctuary a bit more than what we’ve already been doing and as much as I fucking hate it, Simon can take initiative” Y/N shifted a bit to get more comfortable on Negan as she brought her hand to rest on her belly. “I’ve been told I gotta take it easy. Even if I really want to check out our outposts”

“Mmm…I’ll hear Simon out, but if he don’t pitch it right—-“

“Thats on his bitchass. But it can work. Amongst other things. Like a goddamn garden would be nice” Y/N started to trail as her mind tended to do that more during the pregnancy, trail before inevitably blank. Which happened then before she remembered as she carefully sat up letting her man enjoy the naked view for a moment while she left the bed.

Negan sat up watching her go to her pile of clothes on the ground carefully crouching to grab her jeans. “Yea sure I can fully trust Simon with this?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. Trust me, baby…I would rather be your right hand and taking care of business. But things be changing. Especially with this” Y/N returned to the bed handing Negan a series of photos. The printing option in the ultrasound machine was old but it still got a few good pictures of their bean. “All that matters is that we’re safe for him”

“Him? Huh?!” Negan smiles wide before instantly wrapping his arms around his girl listening to her laugh as she tried to get comfortable. “We’re having a boy?! How can yea even tell on this damn thing?!”

His excitement eased her worries about her pregnancy as it all hit her realizing she’s about to have a baby in the apocalypse. Anything could happen.

Simon was called into the conference room the next day to discuss his plan with Negan and a few others to help his proceed with such. All while Y/N stood in an empty room close to the room she shared with Negan as she was given it to make into the nursery. It’s not Simon’s fault that Negan is busy…he’s been doing a lot for the Sanctuary. He has three communities to look after, he’s taken out the others. There’s the few outposts needing monitoring every now and then. Then of course the meet ups, the collection, and the prisoner system.

Leaving her alone to take care of getting it prepared. Amongst dealing with the mentality as the time gets closer…

Third Trimester

Simon quickly dodged the glass thrown at his head when he went to check on Y/N as a request from Negan who was currently busy.

“You’re a crazy bitch”

“And you’re a bald one. What do you want?”

“Negan asked—-“

“Nope. Get the fuck out” Y/N frowns looking away from the door knowing he’s most likely still there which led her to grabbing her canteen and tossing it in his direction. “If he asked why doesn’t—-

“I’m here! I’m here. Clearly sending Simon to yea wasn’t gonna work” Negan laughs patting Simon on the shoulder before giving him a glare for the man to leave immediately as his features relaxed turning back to his wife. “So, how are yea feeling?”

“How am I feeling? I’m stuck on bedrest and everything still hurts”

“You fell not that long ago. Makes sense that shit still hurts” Negan brought himself to her side of the bed sitting on the edge. “And you shouldn’t throw shit at Simon for checking on yea for me——“

“No! I’ll do what I want. Even if that means almost hurting the fucking moron helping the other moron for not checking on his damn wife himself.“ Y/N scoffs turning away from Negan as the later she was in the pregnancy the more prone to tears she was compared to the other way around.

“Yknow what, give me five” Negan got up leaving the room as Y/N grabbed another thing to throw at Simon if he comes in his place.

But right before Y/N could launch the book she grabbed, Negan was the one to come back with his hands up.

“Jesus Christ woman”

“Why’d you leave?!”

“To hand off my duties to fucking Simon. Just until everything is situated. Alright?” Situated meaning…til the baby is out and a few months.

It was a lot to give to Simon. Not that he minded, not that it was gonna matter.

“This room is small”

“What do you mean? It’s the biggest room in the facility?”

“Okay well I’m a huge ugly monster that takes up most the room. So if you don’t move, I will push you over”

“For the record, I think you’re beautiful” Negan smiles kissing Y/N’s cheek as she was trying to leave the room after being given the ok to walk. She smacked him in the chest in a more playful manner even with the intense force behind it. “You shouldn’t do anythin’ crazy. I’m not helicoptering around you for you to end up falling again”

“I fell without you around so whose fault is that?” Y/N suddenly stops in her tracks, blankly staring as Negan quickly moved over the bed bringing himself in front of her.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you—-“

“Jesus” Y/N patted his cheek before continuing onto what she was doing. “Just forgot what else I was gonna say”

“Holy shit woman. You’re gonna be the death of me”

“Good!” She shouted already have left the bedroom that it just now registered to Negan that she did. He quickly—-not by much—caught up to Y/N as she continues down the hall to the next room.

“Where are yea taking me, darling?”

“To something we should’ve done together but I gave up that thought halfway through doing it. You found everything I just had to organize it” Y/N stated as she pushes open the door to the nursery moving out of her partner’s way to check the place out himself.

Negan stood there for a while, stuck in his own thought as Y/N gave him a concerned look when he hasn’t said anything.

“I uh. Missed out on too much didn’t I?” Negan questions, not being given an immediate answer as he brought himself to hold her face carefully in his hands. “I promise yea darling. I won’t miss anymore of this life we’re making”

“You better, Smith.” Y/N instantly jabbed his side making him laugh along with her as she grabs at his leather jacket pulling him down to her level kissing him. “Goddamnit” she gasped when parting from her partner as he gently lifted her chin to look at him but she instantly smacked his hand away. “Fuck me”

“Well not in here but—-“ Negan’s smirk instantly fell when Y/N pushed him back. “Okay. What’s happening??”

“I’m fucking popping” Y/N frowns as the discomfort grew on her face resulting in the panic to finally set in for her man.

“Holy SHIT. FUCK! IM GONNA BE A DAD” Negan screams pulling away to get into the hallway to yell at a Savior to get the doctor while Y/N smacks him on the back on her way past him, wobbling her way back to their room. “We should go to—-“

“I won’t make it to the fucking infirmary”

“Alright well let me carry yea—-“

“YOU TOUCH ME NOW AND I BITE YOUR FUCKING DICK OFF” Y/N snapped, obviously not wanting to be touched at the moment as she continued on her way with Negan following quickly.

This was going to be a long couple hours

Or so she thought

“You’re doing so great hun” Negan reassures brushing the hair sticking to her face from the sweat as her whole body fought against her with the contractions. Making everything hotter was one thing.

“Fuck off” Y/N groans throwing her head back against his chest as he rubs smoothly strokes up and down her arm even if she couldn’t focus on the feeling.

A fucking human was ripping her in half and that was all she focused on. Until—-

“I see the head” the doctor informed also meaning it was getting close but Y/N wasn’t having it.

“I can’t…Please I just can’t” Y/N sobbed in pain as her body shook from all the agony her body was enduring. “I can’t anymore”

“Darling…the pain will pass once our son is here. Just breathe and hold onto me” Negan reassures feeling her hands grip onto his hands on either side of her as she took a few deep breaths.

“I would be careful with the next push so you don’t tea—-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HELP GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME” Y/N hissed at the doc one last time as she felt a contraction come on leading her to finally push.

The pain will pass once our son is here

And it did.

Y/N never seen the man cry as much as he did right then and there while his son was gently placed in her arms. Oh he’s so perfect she thought as the sobs filled the room which was left to them once everything was okay again.

She didn’t want to let go of their baby boy even when Negan argued that she carried him for nine months. She held him close and protectively until the exhaustion finally got to her, leading her to finally let her son be held by his father.

“He’s so perfect” Y/N smiles tiredly resting her eyes as Negan gently kisses her forehead letting her sleep.

Negan was still feeling every overwhelmed feeling in his chest as the tears kept falling when he looked at his son.

“I won’t let anything happen to you…ever, Max”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #negan smith fanfiction #negan smith #negan smith x reader

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Okay so I have a request 😭 at some point could you PLEASSEEEE make a series where it’s Anakin x reader with bipolar? I’m pretty sure Anakin already suffers from borderline but I personally suffer from bipolar and 1. Could be such good angst , 2. Anakin could literally be insane and the reader would probably want to be around him bc bipolar sometimes craves danger, and 3. I feel like it would be really nice to see Anakin comfort a bipolar reader during a really bad episode where they’re like hysterical and then manic

(I’m so sorry this was so long)

Yes, Anakin has been diagnosed with BPD by many therapists!

That’s part of the reason I love him so much. I also have BPD and I really resonate with him. Because I get it you know? He’s obsessive, he will do ANYTHING for his Favorite Person.

He’d even spill blood.

The way it would pain him so deeply to see his FP in such anguish… he’ll punch a wall and cry about it later but right then he’ll be emotionless, he’d put on the best mask of comfort he could so he could soak up all your pain and take it away.

I got carried away. Oops. Warnings: inner monologue of: Self pity, gaslighting, verbal abuse, depression, self deprecation, co-dependency, death/suicide

He’d be so strong and solid for you because you need him, but internally he’d be shattered. What if he caused your episode? What if you leave him some day when you’re manic and feral for change no matter what the consequences are? What if you never loved him in the first place and he made it all up and somehow you’ve just went along with it this whole time? What if he doesn’t actually love you and he’s just been using you because you’re vulnerable and you make him feel needed and important?

Isn’t he just some attention hungry monster? He did this to you didn’t he? He triggered this episode for the simple fact that you would be in pain, you would be dependent, you would be reliant, you would see that there is no way you could leave him because he’s the only one who can handle you. You’ll see that won’t you?

God he’s just insane isn’t he? What a sick fuck. Treating you this way for personal gain. To hell with the fact that sometimes a Bipolar episode just sneaks up on you without a reason at all. Anakin knows he did this to you. Even if he didn’t… he’s still a horrible piece of shit because he can’t fix it for you.

Or even worse: what if he’s being used? What if you are playing him and he’s been too blind with infatuation to see it? That’s what’s happening isn’t it? You’ve fucking taken advantage of his kindness, his selflessness, his undying and unconventional love for you. You’re faking it.

When you snap out of this ‘episode’ he’ll lay into you about your true intentions with him. He’d call you out on your selfishness.

He’s better than this. He deserves more than this, can’t you get that through your thick fucking skull? How could you be so stupid? How could you be so dense? Did you truly believe he actually cared about you? No, he just felt sorry for you.

He felt so fucking sorry for you. Pathetic little clingy thing. He’s given and given and given to you and you’ve been nothing but ungrateful. You didn’t even try to get better for him. You rejected his help and this is the last fucking straw. He’s given you every chance, he’s given you everything.

Oh god he’s given you his entire soul. He’s laid his entire being out onto a platter for you to pick apart and terrorize but you’ve done… the opposite. You’ve coddled him when he didn’t deserve it. You made him happy when the world around him was devoid of anything but insufferable, heavy, suffocating despair. You were the light at the end of the long, cold tunnel.

And he’d almost extinguished you.

You were the key to every emotion he couldn’t attain on his own. You kept his happiness, his love, his joy, his contentment, his comfort, his calm.

Without you he’d be nothing.

You should leave. You should run. You should leave.

You should change your name and flee the country because he would stop at nothing to prove himself to you again.

He needs you. You are the air he breathes and the blood in his veins. You are perfect, pure, angelic.

You are heaven on earth and he is a demon walking through the flesh world.

You deserved better. You needed better. You know you deserve better.

But you won’t leave him because you are too kind and loving, you are so sweet and caring. You won’t ever stop. You won’t let him hide. You won’t let him believe he is unloved. You won’t allow him to crawl into himself and go mute. You won’t allow him to let his mind go blank and his flesh move about on autopilot. You won’t allow him to convince himself that he is unworthy.

You won’t give up on him.

And that’s why he has to leave. Permanently. That’s the only way you’ll ever be truly happy and free. He won’t be there to feel the all consuming sorrow every fucking day. He won’t be there to make you watch him drown, suffer as he claws at the surface of the water. So fucking close to air and unable to reach it. So, when he gives up, he won’t drag you down and force you to wallow at the bottom of the lake of despair with him. He won’t suction the life out of you anymore.

He’s selfishly sponged up every drop of life you’ve given him and he knows you must be exhausted from the never ending battle of trying to make him feel human.

It’s better this way. Maybe you’ll meet in the next life and things will be different. Or maybe your soul will recognize his and urge you to escape as quickly as possible. Either way, in this life, Anakin is setting you free.

Because if you love something, you should let it go.

You should let him go.

Don’t cry for him when you find him, feel the sweet relief of all your pain having died with him.

After all, he did this for you.

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[abbyromanoff]

hey babes! could i request a story based on this version of unholy (Nat's pov)? r has no idea her partner is doing something unholy and ofc, Nat knows everything so tells r. or maybe r just finds it out herself. (Nat wants r to be hers for a long time and r is actually also into Nat but she thought Nat does not like her that way stuff like that maybe) if you could also add some smut in there that would be awesome👀 thank you so much! <3

also i hope you're doing okay and taking care of yourself<3

Unholy

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x afab!reader

Word count: 1819

Warnings: smut, kinda toxic!Nat, housewife kink, pet names, cheating, kinda dubcon, praise kink, degrading kink, fingering, cumming untouched, small daddy kink (like 2-3 times), think that’s all

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Seriously, Y/N? Everyone knows it except you!” You stopped in your tracks, your back facing the older woman who was giving up on informing you of the truth.

“No. No, you don’t get to dictate my marriage, Nat! You don’t get to ruin us all because you feed off of it. You feed off of others' pain, I’m not letting you do that to me too.” You both were pacing and ended up in the living room. You sat on the couch, your head in your hands as you rubbed your temples. Nat hesitantly sat next to you, wrapping one arm around your back and the other grasping your knee. You tried pushing her off to no avail; she was always much stronger than you.

“Y/N, you need to listen to me-”

“And why would I do that? Look, I know about your feelings for me, you make them pretty fucking obvious, but that doesn’t give you the right to destroy my happiness just so you can have me.” She sighed, looking down at the floor as you continued to stare at her side profile. She was deathly alluring and so very seductive, but this was wrong on so many levels. You were married. Your wife would most likely be home in less than an hour and greeting you with a kiss as always.

“I need to start dinner before it’s too late. If you’d like to stay with us that’s fine, but I advise you don’t go near me anymore.” Deep down you both knew she was right. You had heard of your wife’s cheating scandals while she was on business trips or even right next door. The man, Vision, had always been close to you and Wanda, but you never thought your wife of all people, the same one who’d bring you home flowers three or more times a week, would have an affair. You trusted her, or so you thought.

Natasha was sick of your defiance and stormed after you, determined to make you believe her one way or another.

“Do not walk away from me when I was not done talking to you, Y/N.” She used your full name, you’ve never heard those words leave her mouth. You turned to look at her with a cold gaze, at least your best shot of one. Your teeth were clenched together and your fists were gripping the stove handle with a deathly hold.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do in my own house, Natasha.” She took a step forward, cornering you in between her and the cooking appliance.

“Your house? Or Wanda’s?” You looked at her with widened eyes, your hand just begging to be connected harshly with her face by now.

“Don’t go there.”

“Oh, but I think I will. You see, I think I know why you’re trying so damn hard to prove to me that I’m wrong when you know I’m right, we’re all right. You can’t live without her. She was the one who bought this house with her money, she’s the one who buys the groceries, she’s the one who pays the bills while you just set the table for her every night like a good little housewife. Is that what you are? Just a pathetic little wife to Wanda that gives her everything she wants? You’re so far gone that you refuse to accept the fact that she’s been fucking that guy for the past seven months, but you knew all along, didn’t you? But you knew you were nothing without her. I mean, you don’t even have a job, Y/N, how would you ever make it in the real world except for slutting yourself out to any businessman who wants it?” Tears threatened to escape your eyes at the harsh words, but she wasn’t exactly wrong. You didn’t have a job, you relied on your wife for all funds and she didn’t disappoint. It’s not like you didn’t want to support yourself, but Wanda had already convinced you years ago to be her perfect housewife and while you completed your job with ease, there was always that want of more. You felt like nothing without her, and you were starting to truly believe it.

“Get out.” Was all you were able to muster out. You heard a scoff as Nat shook her head before locking her eyes with you once more. You refused to stand down or show your fear, you kept your eyes in line with hers just like she was doing now.

“What?”

“I said,” You paused, gritting your teeth and leaning in so her face was nearly touching yours. “Get out of my house.” She placed her hands over your clenched ones but only received a slap on the cheek. She tumbled back a few steps before chuckling to herself.

“Fiesty, huh? That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You rolled your eyes and tried to point your attention to the pot boiling on the stove. That was until the woman came up behind you, placing her hands on your hips and her crotch against your ass. You tried paying no mind to her, you really did. But that was nearly impossible as she grinded her body against your backside. She bit her lip as the fabric of her undergarments rubbed just perfectly against her clit. Her hands traveled your body, landing on your breasts and palming the soft skin.

“Fuck, Wanda’s such a fucking idiot for letting this go.” You hated to admit it, but her touch was fascinating. You wanted more, you needed more. And her degrading words from earlier didn’t fail to leave a wetness coating your thighs. You couldn’t help but imagine this situation another way, being Nat’s housewife and having her come home to use you like this - like you were a toy. Like you were nothing but a hole for her to use when she needed it. She was wealthy, very wealthy at that. She was the CEO of a large investment company and, while she didn’t like to brag about it, you knew she had more than enough to support herself. All she needed was a sugar baby like you by her side to spoil immensely.

When you let out a small moan as she tweaked your abused nipples she slyly smirked to herself. “Awh, you’re liking this, aren’t you? You like the thrill of it? Knowing that your wife could walk through that door any second now and see her innocent little girl being used?” You shook your head, trying to come up with a reply until you were interrupted by a gasp leaving your lips. You were so lost in the feeling that you hadn’t even noticed one of Nat’s hands moving down your stomach and into the waistline of your panties. She teased the band of your undergarment by pulling it back and letting it slap your skin. You bucked your hips at the sudden shock. She continued her voyage, slipping her fingers into your panties and grinning when she felt your wetness coating her fingers.

“Nat, stop it.”

“Hm, I don’t think that’s true, love. You tell me you want me to stop, but the way you’re grinding on me tells me otherwise.” You hadn’t even noticed how you had started mindlessly rubbing yourself onto her. Her fingers would just graze against your clit and cause chills to run down your spine. You attempted to stop yourself, but your body was moving on its own.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers.” You moaned at the title she gave herself and did as she asked, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure of her digits on you.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” She placed her head on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume that had her addicted from the beginning.

“It- it feels good, really fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You leaned your back into her front, grasping her arm and holding onto her for dear life. You could feel her muscles tightening beneath you, only being able to picture how she must’ve looked completely bare, all of her muscles shining and on display. Her fingers teased around your hole before she eased two of her digits inside of you, the feeling still not being enough.

“Oh, fuck!” You whimpered loudly, quickly being shushed by the redhead behind you.

“Shh, sweetheart, I don’t want anyone but me hearing these perfect melodies.” Her lips pressed against your neck, leaving a small trail of her red-stained lipstick before she connected them with your own, one of your hands grasping the side of her face and pulling her impossibly closer.

“Please, daddy, please fuck me.” You whispered against her lips, feeling her hot breath against yours. She bit her lip before diving back in for more, requesting access with her tongue that you soon gave her. You felt a third finger prodding at your entrance, your nearly gaping hole letting her slip in with ease.

“Look at how well you’re taking me, baby.” You looked down, still feeling her sloppy kisses against your cheek. You were restricted from seeing her thoroughly with your now ruined pants still on, but you watched as her hand moved at impossible speeds inside of you.

“Your ass looks so fucking good in these jeans. God, you’re gonna make me cum already.” She could feel her stomach tightening and the coil becoming unbearable. You were the same, being so close to the edge that the orgasm you were so desperately chasing was the only thing on your mind besides the beautiful woman giving you it.

“I want you to cum with me, Y/N. Make a mess of me, darling.” You threw your head back on her shoulder, her lips continuing their assault on your neck as she released, her hips creating slow yet hard thrusts against you. It was crazy how she didn’t even need to be touched to finish, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Oh, love, you’re so irresistible, you drive me mad.” She could feel your cum painting her digits and soaking your panties, knowing the only thought in your fucked-up mind was her.

“You believe me now?” She asked after moments of silence that was filled with both of your heavy breathing. You gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I always have, Nat.” The thought was saddening, to say the least, but you knew that as long as you had Nat by your side, everything would be okay.

“Well, why don’t we put on a little show for when your wife comes home then?” You both giggled, rushing to the couch after you turned off the stove. She lied below you, watching with mesmerized eyes as you removed your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your white bra.

“Why don’t you let me thank you this time?”

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[raisedbythetv89]

I genuinely don’t understand how people can watch the body swap episode and enjoy seeing Faith inhabit Buffy’s body and WORSE objectifying (Faith)Buffy being like “omg she’s so hot she slayed so hard I love Buffy in black leather”

Not only is SMG’s FRIGHTENING thinness even more apparent in Faith’s traditional wardrobe showcasing just how much she is practically skin and bone due to her being under immense stress and being so overworked which always just tears at my heart in so many ways but we are witnessing the WORST violation of Buffy’s body and autonomy!!!! I’m genuinely just sick the entire episode.

Bad enough she almost gets Buffy killed and finally gets her wish of (temporarily) stealing Buffy’s life which she has wanted to do since her arrival in season 3 (only to STILL not understand Buffy’s perspective until she does it again in a far less invasive way in season 7 after Buffy allowed her back into her home and she still never properly apologizes she’s like hehe turns our your life is actually pretty miserable and I don’t want it because I can’t handle the stress and constant pressure you’re under…. Oops!🙃) but unlike when Willow takes Buffy’s free will and autonomy away (where she at least still retains all the memories after the fact of everything that happened so she doesn’t have to wonder and can process them when she’s ready) Buffy has ZERO CLUE what all Faith allows to happen to her body while she’s not in it. And Faith isn’t unaware or passive about the power she holds and the things she can do to Buffy’s body in the position she’s in - she literally tells Riley, BEGS HIM - to do all of the nastiest things he’s ever wanted to do “to this body” she WANTS Riley to do things to Buffy’s body Buffy herself WOULD. NOT. ALLOW. it is one of THE MOST insidious lines in the entire series to me because not only is that an absolutely stomach churning, bone-chilling thing to say but then after the fact when angel asks what Faith did to upset Buffy so much she’s like “I slept with her boyfriend” like UMMMM WHAT??? EXCUSE ME???? That is literally the absolute LEAST of your crimes bitch be so fucking for real. This horrific violation is minimized down to oh well Buffy is just insecure about sex and especially sex in comparison to Faith like GROSS GROSSSSSSS. The entire thing is SO DISGUSTING and misogynistic AND it is part of why I genuinely do not give A FUCK about the events of seeing red as far as my love of spuffy goes because while that was absolutely the most traumatizing to watch not only was it so completely out of left field and out of character that it just doesn’t make sense in the narrative and is so obviously joss whedon coming over the loud speaker and going “women who enjoy sex with men I don’t approve of should and always will be punished” but it is the ONLY time someone hurts her in this way and PROPERLY APOLOGIZES AND MAKES THE PROPER AMENDS!!!!

So until EVERY. SINGLE. violation of Buffy’s body is treated with the same level of outcry seeing red is by all the anti-spuffys I genuinely DO NOT CARE. I DONT CARE because I’m just so done with spuffy girlies having that thrown in our faces by the morality police who are listening to the tiny white male puritanical cop in their head.

ALSO the fact that Riley not only doesn’t think ANYTHING is off about Buffy (when Faith is doing an absolutely HORRIFIC JOB of acting like Buffy) so he not only sleeps with her BUT TELLS HER HE LOVES HER FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!??!?!?!? WHILE SHE IS LITERALLY PINNED BENEATH HIM?!?!?!?!? AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!! RILEY FINN I WILL KILL YOU IF IT IS THE LAST THING THAT I DO.

#hey siri how do I rescue spike buffy and tara from a gaslighting manipulative monster of a creator? #I legit haven’t been able to rewatch Buffy recently because so often it just makes me INSANELY ANGRY #RANT #whew really needed to get that off my chest actually lol #btvs meta #buffy summers we don’t deserve you #buffy the vampire slayer #anti riley finn #spuffy

[sturnioloshacker]

fuck on a high - a vinnie hacker short smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended 

cw: weed, smoking, alcohol, drinking, getting tispy, getting high, lap dance, grinding, dirty talk, sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short and contains mentions of weed and alcohol, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t, i’m not your mother.

summary: a first time high results in some sensual and sexual feelings between friends 

knocking on the door to vinnie’s house, my heart races and my knees go weak. vinnie and i have been best friends for years but recently i have developed a massive crush on him. i really want to tell him but I’m terrified of ruining this amazing friendship we have so i’m keeping my feelings to myself, locked away in my heart. tonight I’m coming over for a smoke session. he’s been struggling a lot lately so i figured to take on the role of being a good friend and come keep him company by having a smoke with him. i’ve never done weed before nor have i experienced a session so this will be interesting.

the door opens and i’m greeted by the smile that makes my heart explode. vinnie falls into my embrace, his head leaning on my shoulder as he places a small kiss there. he pulls away and leads me to his balcony that connects to his room. my eyes widen at the set up he has out here. two shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, a whole bunch of joints and a lighter. 

“wow, vin! this is…”

“i know, it’s a lot, i’m just not feeling myself right now”.

“and that’s okay. i’m here to help you and join you, even though i know nothing about drinking or smoking”. i smile at him.

“wow, you really are sweet and innocent.” he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

we’re halfway into our session and I’m feeling woozy and sick. i’ve lost count on how many tequila shots i had and i’ve lost count on the amount of blunts i’ve gone through. the music quietly plays in the background as i sway side to side to it. vinnie takes notice and smiles. 

“enjoying yourself?”

“fuck yeah i am! turn that shit up!”

vinnie chuckles as he turns the speaker up, the weeknd blasting through my ears. i slowly get up, feeling the beats rush through my veins. my swaying becomes extra, my hips swinging from side to side making my ass stick out. my arms are up in the air before they sensually run down my body. i’m way too out of it to even care that this isn’t me but i do know that it’s all going to come back and bite me on the ass tomorrow morning. i look over at vinnie who is sitting back in his chair, blunt up to his lips. he looks so fucking hot, god I wanna sit on his lap so bad.

“god, i wanna sit on your lap so bad!” i yell over the music.

“come sit then, sweetheart.”

i seductively make my way over to vinnie, my eyes locked in a sensual gaze with his. i straddle his waist before sitting right on top of his cock. i feel his hands run up and down my body, making sure to go super slow so that he can touch every inch of me. he removes the blunt from his pink lips before leaning in to blow the smoke into my mouth. 

“you’re so fucking sexy, look at you”.

i giggle at his comment as i softly grind against his lap, feeling his cock twitch against the fabric of his sweats. 

“that’s it, pretty girl. keep going for me.”

my hips roll against vinnie at a faster pace, the friction becoming too much to handle. i remove my top to reveal the lacy bra i have on underneath, leaving vinnie to imagine every single naughty thought he had on his mind. he brings his hands to my tits, giving them a squeeze which makes me moan. he removes my bra to get a better look and feel.

“so perky and so pretty, just the way i like it.” he says before taking one of nipples in his mouth.

every bite and suck on my nipples has me moaning and grinding against him even faster. i feel his cock practically begging to be released from the prison that is his sweats. the alcohol and weed officially taking over my body, i go to remove vinnie’s jacket, unzipping it to reveal his toned chest and abs. 

“fuck baby, i need to be inside you, please.” vinnie groans, the throbbing becoming so painful and hard to ignore. 

i hop off his lap and watch him remove his sweats, his big thick cock slapping against his stomach. i audibly whine at the thought of him being inside me and feeling so full of his delicious girth. he motions for me to come back so i do. 

“sit on my cock, princess. i wanna feel how tight you are”.

i hover above his length before sinking down on it, feeling so full already and i’m not even halfway. as soon as he’s fully inside me, i feel him bottom out making us both moan at the intense pleasure. i adjust to his size before giving him permission to move. he goes to start before i stop him to kiss him with everything that i have. we continue to kiss as vinnie slowly thrusts his hips up, his cock hitting my cervix. why is he such a tease? i start bouncing up and down, meeting him halfway and letting him know that i want more. he obliges and starts moving at a faster rate, pounding my walls so hard i feel like they’re going to rip. 

“fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight.”

“oh vin, please don’t stop, you feel so good!” i cry out as he continues to hit my sweet spot.

the pleasure becomes way too much at this point. i can practically feel myself falling apart on vinnie’s dick and the knot in my stomach unravelling at the speed of light. my eyes roll back and my mouth hangs slightly agape, letting the moans and whimpers fall out from my lips. vinnie takes notice and begins to fuck me even harder. my head lulls forward and i feel his arms wrap around my waist to pull me closer to him, making me lean my head against his shoulder.

“cum for me, princess. you’re so close i can feel you gripping my cock so fucking good. cum for me, you got it.”

those words alone sent me to the moon. i see stars as i feel my cream around him, my juices flowing to the base of his cock and dripping down his balls. i spasm against him, his grip holding me close to him as he cums inside me. vinnie slowly continues to rock inside of me, riding out his high. he slowly pulls out, letting his cock rest against my ass. 

“you okay, love?” he asks sweetly.

“yeah, that was unreal!”

we both giggle as we sat in each other’s naked embrace. we slowly start to sober up and the realisation hits me. i just fucked my best friend while drunk and high and enjoyed it. oh my god. i think he realises this too as we both stare at each with wide eyes and open mouths. he goes to speak but i cover his mouth with my hand as i go to speak first. 

“vinnie, i really like you and i hope that this doesn’t ruin what we have between us”.

“trust me, sweetheart, it won’t. i really like you too. fuck that, i love you. you have always been by my side since day one.”

“you love me? well, i love you too.” i say before smashing my lips against his. 

wow, it turns out that alcohol and weed can make you say and do crazy things that you either regret or don’t regret and this decision is one i definitely don’t regret at all!

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader

[voltronisanobsession]

Hii, I hope you are having a good day or night! I've recently read your platonic yandere voltron things. And I was wondering if you would make some more headcanons? Or stories with platonic yandere? Here are some ideas you could write either a few headcanons or a story about, for if you have low inspiration. Kidnapped reader with platonic yandere voltron, maybe by an alien species who wanted to help the reader? How would the team react? What would they do? Or maybe the reader get really sick which isn't easily cured cue the panic from the team? Again, just so you know I really like your work! So keep up the good work, and thank you for making your works in the first place! Take good care of yourself, and stay hydrated!

Yandere Voltron’s Reaction to Reader being Taken

O M G DONT EVEN PLAY WITH ME RNNNN!!!! I absolutely LOVE yandere voltron like they’re so fun to write for🤞😜 I love the idea of the group just going crazy if reader were to escape UGHH

tysm pookie, take care of yourself too and ENJOY THIISSSS

OK YOU JUST SPURRED IDEAS INTO MY HEAD

I can already imagine the group going crazy when reader suddenly gets swept up right from their grasp out of nowhere by some random spaceship

I know you said some kind of an alien species taking reader but hear me out

It’s LOTOR AND HIS LITTLE GROUPIES OOOOO

It’s painfully obvious that you’re the real star in voltron seeing as how possessive and protective they are of you, hiding you away whenever danger is nearby

So it only makes sense to Lotor to just kidnap you as leverage for his plans

Little did he know that you would be THANKING him for taking you away from the group lmao😭

Imagine your tied up and homeboys getting ready to explain his super mastermind plan to you when all of a sudden you start rambling about how good it feels to be away from them

“Nothing personal, you were the only thing holding that sad excuse of a team together, so I needed you out of the picture for now.” Cue smirk

“UGH THANK GOD! I was literally starting to lose my mind in there, you have no IDEA how needy they all are.”

Now cue a dumbfounded Lotor

He was not expecting reader to be so relaxed considering how he just snatched you up out of nowhere

You’re just chilling while looking around his ship, maybe making conversation with his generals

You finally get a break from the constant attention and possessiveness, ANYTHING is better than being around the group

While you’re happily talking your voice away with Lotor a group, everyone in the castle is freaking the fuck out

It’s bad enough that they let you slip away from their grasp, it’s worse knowing it was Lotor who took you away💀

We all know how Lance feels about Lotor so I think he would have one of the more extreme reactions to you being taken away

Probably starts pointing fingers and starts blaming everyone for not being able to keep you safe

Lowkey begins targeting Keith because it’s somehow always his fault when something goes wrong💀💀

Lance might even starting crying and wailing out for you with Hunk when the situation finally hits him

Keith is also another one to have a more violent outburst during and after your disappearance

He’s someone I see with strong emotions that he doesn’t know how to handle yet so we already know how he might act

Agitated? Yes. Scared? For you, yeah. Furious? Oh honey absolutely.

Keith might have almost caught you too, but he didn’t. He’s so angry with everything and mostly himself that’s he’s pushing everyone else’s buttons, trying to convince the group that the only right choice is immediately going after you

He’s too anxious now that you’re not in his line of sight, making him kinda desperate to get you back again

Hear me out but I think the calmest ones would PROBABLY be Shiro and Pidge

Now I’m not saying that they’re CALM but they have the nerves mostly in tact

They’re already trying to locate where you are with the secret tracker that have on you so it doesn’t really benefit them to try and blame someone for what happened to you

Pidge’s hands shake while she’s working her whizz tho. She has to type, erase, and retype every now and then because of how nervous and anxious she is

She’s so used to having you around that now her brain can’t function properly without you

She doesn’t want to lose you like how she lost her brother and father so Pidge is trying her best to have a one track mind

Shiro on the other hand is more level headed

He really does try to calm the group down as best as he could but with Lance and Hunk crying, Keith yelling at them to get up and do something, Pidge taking a long time to track you down, and Allura and Coran seemingly in an entire different universe, he can’t help but feel the pressure of this disaster falling on his shoulders

This man is ready to just end Lotor when they find him like I’m not even joking

Everyone is getting on this man’s nerves and knowing that you’re trapped with Voltrons enemy doesn’t really make him feel any better

Hunk might even strike fear into Shiro while he’s babbling on about if you’re hurt or not, if they’re torturing you to get any information out of you etc

Poor Hunk is a flood gate at this point. One moment you’re right next to him and the next you’re not

He’s having a complete meltdown in a corner, maybe trying to comfort himself with a small picture of a selfie you both took together

This dude is already imagining all these terrible scenarios you could possibly be in which makes him feel even more terrible

Quite literally feels like he’s gonna throw up now when he begins thinking about how he’ll never see you again

Allura and Coran are surprising quite and calm during all this

They’d keep to themselves but know that they’re going through some extreme inner turmoil

It’s kind of like Allura disconnected herself from the world ever since you’ve been taken

Her skin itches to run out and grab a pod to find you herself but she knows it’s a brash idea

The only thing she does is mull over the idea of making Lotor regret messing with Voltron

BUT TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORTT

They are willing to do anything to get you back, not caring for the description they’ll leave along the way

The longer your gone the less control and stability they’ll have as a group

Desperate and irrational are some words to describe them during your being away from them

They will stop at nothing to have you back with them, some more destructive and violent than others

No one holds back when getting you back from Lotor, leaving his ships wrecked and forcing him to put his plans on pause as he recovers

Who knows, maybe him and his group might’ve grown similar possessive feelings towards you as well with the time you spent with them? HMMMM

#voltron x reader #voltron legendary defender x reader #vld x reader #voltron legendary defender #vld #voltron #voltron headcanons #yandere keith x reader #yandere Keith kogane x reader #keith kogane x reader #yandere Lance McClain #yandere pidge gunderson x reader #yandere voltron x reader #yandere voltron #yandere hunk #yandere shiro #vld headcanons #yandere vld x reader #voltron imagine

[frickinsleepdeprived]

Stress Relief~ (Giyuu Tomioka x fem! Reader) ***MINORS DNI***

Had this scenario for my "hashiras with a burnt out s/o" headcanons and it was too good to pass up as a good fic. So here ya go Giyuu simps LMAO

As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: Soft sensual sex, breeding kink, orgasm denial, reader being stressed tf out, Giyuu fucking the stress out-

...

Giyuu just got home from probably his longest mission to date, only to find you missing from the house. “Huh, I guess (y/n)’s still out…” he thought to himself, slipping off his shoes and hanging his haori on a nearby rack. But as he got closer to the room, he saw the door was open, which was unusual because you never leave the door open, especially when you’re going out of the house.

Upon further inspection, he found you scrubbing the deck in your pajamas, which could only mean one of two things. One, you’re either pent up with emotion, or two, you got over being pent up said emotions and you’re trying to distract yourself. “Who’s there?” your voice cracked, sounding hoarse as you spoke.

“It’s just me, what’s going on?” he asked, taking off his slayer uniform and putting something else on in place of it. You put your sponge back in the bucket of hot water and started scrubbing the deck, not even bothering to answer his question. You more than likely didn’t hear him ask anything, as you would usually drown out the noises of anything that could distract you from your current distraction. “(y/n).” you popped your head up upon hearing your name, only to find that Giyuu was talking to you. He sighed, knowing that something’s on your mind but you won’t falter so easily. So as you went back to scrubbing, Giyuu took the bucket and set it elsewhere so you’d stop working and focus on him talking to you. “(y/n), you’re doing it again. What’s going on?” you thought about it for a second. You weren’t really sure why you were acting this way, frankly you didn’t even acknowledge it in the first place. “Are you stressed out about something?”

“Possibly, I can’t quite put my finger on it though…” you sighed, looking up to the moon, asking for an answer. “But what I do know is that I’m sick of getting back to back missions and running around all the time. Just hope I can catch a break…” you admitted, but Giyuu also knew that there was so much more to this than just stress.

“Anything else?-”

“Everything, it’s everything Giyuu, I can barely breathe nowadays it’s so overwhelming. I just don’t know how to handle these intrusive thoughts anymore they’re driving me crazy… is there something wrong with me?” you finally said it all, allowing real tears to spill down your cheeks. He kneeled next to you, his shirtless form shining in a divine way in the moonlight. Rubbing your back he pulled you into a gentle embrace, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bed. “Giyuu?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, I promise, and if I have to prove it to you then so be it.” he places you on the bed gently, moving to hover over you. His face looked heavenly in the dim moonlight mixed with the soft light of surrounding candles. It was almost serene to you, but it didn't stop any intrusive thoughts at all.

"Still don't see how there's nothing wrong with-" You were soon cut off by an unexpected kiss, one that seemed a little more heated than usual. Giyuu wasn't like this when he gets home after a mission. Was it really that stressful? He dragged out the kiss, wanting it to last a lifetime. If only oxygen wasn't a requirement to live.

"Stop, you're talking nonsense (y/n). There's nothing wrong with you, you're just stuck in a rut…" He leaned in to get closer to your ear. "And I'm going to make sure you get out of it, one way or another my darling…" He spoke softly, gently nibbling on your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat. He started undoing the tie to your robe, gently tugging at the soft fabric and tossing it aside. He sat down, pulled you up into his lap as you straddled his hips. Kissing you deeply as you shrugged off whatever fabric was adorning your body. You ran your fingers through his soft raven hair as he did so, tugging at the luscious strands making him groan. He took off the rest of your robe, exposing a satin bra and matching panties that you know he adores. Frankly you didn’t even realize you grabbed it before you went into the shower. “God you know that bra and panty set gets me going…” He dug his fingers into your hair, feeling it’s soft, cashmere-like texture. Trailing kisses down your jawline and neck he stopped at your pulse point, gently sucking on it as you moaned.

“G-Giyuu…” you whined, rocking your hips on his now hardened length. He groaned at the motion, only to lay you back down again to move to your chest. Undoing your bra and tossing it to the side, he gently cupped one on of the soft mounts, suckling on the other’s nipple so as to elicit another lewd moan from your throat. “Oh f-fuuck!”

“You like it when you’re pampered like this, don’t you?” he inquired softly, pulling down his pants bringing his boxers down with them. You marveled at how large he is, for a shy dude nonetheless. He took off your panties, tossed them to the side, and went down on you in one swift motion. Lapping up all of your arousal like a hungry man in the desert, but oh honey, you’re his oasis… and he’s one thirsty man.

“Fuck… oh Giyuu it’s so good…” you praised his tongue, which is making long, drawn out strokes on your folds. You gripped onto his head, keeping it in place exactly where you wanted him to be. He moved to slip a finger in your hole, using his thumb to toy around with your clit. “Fuck!” you yelped, arching your back from the wave of pleasure. As his finger started pumping in and out of you he realized it wasn’t enough, so he stuck in a second one to see what would happen. Well, it was a good reaction to say the least, seeing as how your walls immediately clenched around them.

“Ah, I see my beautiful girl likes being finger fucked, yeah?” Giyuu teased, finding that one spot and hooking his fingers, making you cry out his name.

“Ah! Giyuu right there!” you let him know what he was hitting. Only to make him push on the spot a tad more before pumping his fingers faster with every passing second. Your breathing was heavy, you were starting to see stars and you’re so close to orgasming… until he pulled out his fingers and quickly replaced what was there with his member. 

“You ready to relax, my dearest?” he whispered, just centimeters away from your mouth.

“Yes…” you breathed out, feeling his lips crash onto yours as he plunged in all the way. Using the kiss to muffle your screams, wrapping your legs around his hips and holding onto his neck tightly. You wondered how long he’s been pent up, he did spend about a month out in the field after all.

“Good, because tonight…” he leaned down by your ear, “I’m gonna fill you up, put a baby in you, and you won’t ever have to worry about anything ever again…” he spoke softly as he gave you short, sweet strokes with his hips. He looked you dead in the eyes, his gaze soft and knowing exactly what your body likes. A faint ghost smile appeared on his lips as he snaked his arms around your frame, holding you close with strong arms. “You’re going to be the mother of my children… got that?” he muttered in the crook of your neck.

“Y-yes… yes make me the mother of your kids Giyuu…” you pleaded to him, making him chuckle somewhat darkly. This wasn’t anything new though, this usually happens after a mission, but something about this makes you feel like he’s being serious.

“Fuck, baby you know how to make me feel so good…” he turned around so you’re on top, giving you free reign to do whatever you wanted. Slowly you started to rock your hips back and forth, giving yourself full reigns to pleasure yourself. "Yesss (y/n), ride my cock like a good girl…" He groaned out, wrapping his hands around your waist as he slowly picked you up and down at a moderate pace. Seeing you like this in the moonlight, it was intoxicating to him. But the noises you were making were even better.

"H-hah! Shit… Giyuu I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up…" you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter, not feeling too sure if you could go on for much longer. Hearing this, Giyuu decided hey why not just flip back over and go painfully slow? You know, just to edge you a bit.

“You’re gonna cum huh? Well, you’ll just have to wait a little longer for that my beloved…” his teasing was too much for you right now. All you wanted was a sweet release, a release from the tightness in your stomach that’s driving you absolutely mad. It was almost hard to not focus on your own orgasm, frankly it was something you’ve never done before. “You’re holding out so well for me baby…” Giyuu praised your patience, kissing your temple before looking you in the eyes. Every whimper, moan, groan, and cry of pleasure just adds to the fuel you’re giving him. Like gasoline on a fire, rain in a flood, wind during a tornado. With each passing second you’re unsure of how much longer you can hold out, usually at this point you’ve already tapped out. “Just a little longer my love.. I promise you it’ll be worth it…” he whispered those husky words in your ear, causing a shiver to roll inside of you.

“Giyuu… I wanna cum so badly, please just let me cum I’ll do anything you want. Just please let me have my release. I want it so bad please please please…” you begged and pleaded as your nails dug into his back, hearing him groan in response. He looked you dead in the eye, sweat sheening off of his skin in the moonlight, his muscular form holding you securely underneath him. He smiled, kissing your forehead to let you know everything will be okay. His movements became sloppy, his hips lost their rhythm, his breathing became hitched and sporadic. Seems like he’s getting close.

“Cum, do it now…” you held no hesitation as you felt the knot in your stomach release, letting out a loud and lewd moan that wouldn’t have been heard otherwise. Sooner or later he cums too, letting his seed fertilize your fruitful bounty. It wasn’t every day that you guys had sex like this, moreover, you’ve never had sex with him like this at all. But it didn’t matter as he pulled out of you, rolling over to your left trying to catch his breath. He looked at you, taking your hand and kissing it gently. “I’ll be right back, okay?” you nodded in response, unsure of how to form words at this point.

He came back a few minutes later with a hot towel, gently wiping you down to get rid of anything that could cause discomfort, he soon did the same with himself. Laying back down he pulled the covers over you both and brought you closer to him. Kissing you on your head as you looked at him with heavy eyes. “I don’t know what caused you all of that stress, perhaps it was because of me being away for so long. Or it may have been something else, but either way it doesn’t really matter now. Just relax beautiful, there's no need to worry anymore, okay?” You hummed in response, still unable to form proper words. All you wanted was to savor the moment, and so did he.

After all, there’s nothing better than falling asleep in his arms. Safe and sound knowing that one day, you both can really get on with your lives.

......

I'm so proud of this omfg

Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you want to see next!

As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyu smut

[lambtotheslaughterr]

Rise : Chapter Eleven

A Rafe Cameron Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 5.3k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

CHAPTER TEN | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER TWELVE

            Your head pounded. You winced at the discomfort, reaching blindly for the bottle of water you kept on the nightstand next to the bed. But when your hand only swept through air, you finally peeled your eyes open. The room you were in looked vaguely familiar. As you sat up, your head screamed & you held it in your hands, massaging it. Then you felt the lump just below your hairline. What the…

            Then it all came flooding back to you.

            Nuha’s health, Bear & you splitting off, your attempt to get to Adrianna, one of Rafe’s men knocking you out.

            Asshole.

            But you couldn’t be surprised. This was the new world. Assault first, questions later. Or at least you hoped.

            Biting back the pain, you slipped off the bed. You looked around. It was the room you & Sayyed had shared when you all lived there. How fitting.

            You went to the door, expecting it to open but it didn’t budge.

            “Seriously?” You said to no one. There was no lock on the door, but they must have installed one on the other side. “Fucking great.”

            In a fit of frustration, you kicked it once. But just after you had, the handle jiggled & turned, the door opening. You instantly bounced back, preparing for the same man who hit you to appear. But this time, it was a friendly face.

            “Kai!” You breathed a sigh of relief, rushing forward & hugging him.

            He hugged you back after closing the door behind him.

            “I’m relieved it’s you.” You shared, pulling back to look at him. But the happiness you felt was brief. He looked fucked up, like lost a fight fucked up. He sported a black eye & had some bruising on his jawline.

            “What happened to you?” You frowned.

            Kai’s eyes shifted uneasily as he moved you backwards to sit on the bed, “What are you doing here, _____?”

            You didn’t want to change subjects so easily, concerned about your friend, but you were forced to remember why you were here.

            “I need Adrianna. It’s Nuha, she’s sick. Not that sick, but we think she won’t make it & we need Adrianna to help her.”

            Kai sighed, looking forlornly at the floor. He shook his head as he peeked at the closed door, “You shouldn’t have come here.”

            “But I had to. Nuha needs her.”

            Kai chewed on his lip, “That doesn’t matter. Everything comes at a price now.”

            “What are you talking about?”

            But when Kai didn’t say anything, you shook him, desperate for answers.

            “I’m talking about Rafe.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes constantly straying to the door as if he was scared of what was on the other side. Kai looked you in the eyes, “He won’t let Adrianna leave, & if he knows you’re here…”

            “He doesn’t know I’m here?” That was odd.

            “No, & I’d like to keep it that way. I want to help you get out of here before he gets back.”

            You were grateful for his concerns, but you couldn’t worry about yourself, you had to at least try for Nuha.

            “Kai, I can’t. Nuha, she—”

            “I know what you said.” Kai cut you off abruptly, his voice turning harsh, impatient. He stood up then, staring hard at you, “But we can’t help you. You’ll have to find another way.”

            No. You wouldn’t accept that.

            “I am not leaving here without Adrianna. Kai, I’m not.”

            He stared at you, his eyes filled with fear, worry, anger. But as you two held eye contact, he finally shook his head, “Then I hope you know what you’re doing.”

            Kai crossed the room to the door. As he opened it, he glanced at you over his shoulder, “If you’re here when Rafe gets back, don’t expect to leave. Ever.”

            “Wait, Kai—”

            But he closed the door behind him & you listened as he relocked it.

            “Goddamnit!” You spit, running your hands through your hair.

            Now what?

            So far, Kai had been right. There was no way out. Out of the room at least. The door still wouldn’t budge & the room had been wiped clean of any potential items that would help you break out. The windows themselves were nailed shut. They hadn’t been like that when you stayed here. Rafe had turned the lakehouse into a prison. And you were one of its prisoners.

            Kai never came back to check on you, not even to bring water or food. And after scouring the room, your backpack wasn’t anywhere to be found either. They definitely had it, probably having already taken everything out of it for themselves, not that there would be much anyway. You tired yourself out after trying to pull the nails out of the window. Breaking them & jumping out would be an option but the sound of glass breaking would only bring notice to yourself. There was no way to get out without drawing attention. And the more you sat by yourself in that room, the louder Kai’s warning echoed.

            You weren’t sure how long you were in the room for before you hear a collection of voices outside.

            Moving from the bed, you peeked out the window. You gulped at the sight of Rafe just below. He was with Adrianna, Micah, & the second man you had seen with them a month ago. Kai & the man who knocked you out met them halfway on the deck. Their voices were low enough that you couldn’t make out what they were saying but as you continued to watch, Rafe’s eyes suddenly flew up to where you stood. You pushed yourself backwards, out of sight. There was no question that they were telling them about you being up there. Hiding was pointless. But you still hid.

            Your heart was racing, your stomach flipping.

            A door slammed downstairs & you stared at the door to your room. Footfalls sounded throughout the lower level until you heard them on the stairs. He was coming.

            You quickly glanced around the room but there was no object you could use to defend yourself if it came to it. It would be you against Rafe & all his rage.

            The door handle jiggled & you watched in horror as it finally unlocked, the door swinging open.

            Rafe stood on the other side of the threshold, not stepping through, just staring at you. Everything about him scared you in that moment.

            The lack of light in the hallway behind him only added to his sinister stance. He cocked his head as he took you in, as you took him in.

            “It’s really you.” He finally said. But you couldn’t say anything. You hated how pathetic you likely looked but there was nothing you could say or do that would intimidate him. He was the boss here.

            “Finally coming crawling back, huh?” Rafe finally stepped into the room, closing the door behind him though his eyes never left you.

            “I’m not crawling back.” You responded in short.

            Rafe chuckled darkly at that. He leaned against the door then, his arms crossing in front of his chest, “No?”

            “I need Adrianna’s help.” You told him, trying to steel yourself against his heated stare.

            “Okay.”

            Okay? You frowned at his response. You knew better than to mistake that as an acceptance.

            “Okay, so. Can I see her?”

            Rafe smiled, shaking his head, “No.”

            You pressed your lips together, not wanting to react the way you knew he was wanting you to. You inhaled sharply, trying to think a way out of this. But Rafe interrupted your thoughts.

            “You really think you can come back here asking for help & getting what you want without consequence?”

            “What consequence? I didn’t come here as a threat.”

            Rafe’s eyes darkened at that. He uncrossed his arms & stepped forward, slowly moving towards you. You backed further but was met with the wall quickly. There was no more space to put between you as he continued moving forward.

            “Are you forgetting about how you kicked us out? Sent us away like we were nothing, meant nothing.”

            Of course you hadn’t.

            “Or how about how you let your precious boyfriend pick a fight with me after you left me alone in the woods?”

            You refrained from rolling your eyes. Is that what this was about? His pride? Ego?

            “Rafe—”

            “No!” Rafe shouted. He was now at the foot of the bed. Only a few between the two of you, “I’m talking. You’re listening.”

            A shudder parted your shaky lips.

            “You really think that we’re still friends?” Rafe grinned madly, “In this world? How…naïve. Friends don’t exist anymore.”

            “Look, I know you’re upset about how everything went down but this is bigger than that.”

            “I don’t give a fuck if Nuha dies.” Rafe revealed, “I don’t give a shit about any of them. What I care about is my survival.”

            You wanted to rebut how selfish he was being but knew better. He was not who he was before the world ended. He said it as such, he didn’t give a shit about any of you.

            “Fine.” You tried to appear unfazed by his admittance, “Then I’ll just go.”

            The likelihood of surpassing Rafe easily, let alone actually leaving the lakehouse, didn’t escape you. But you tried to play it as coolly as possible. However, as expected, Rafe stepped in front of you. You nearly ran into him as he did, so you went to step back but he shot a hand out, gripping your wrist harshly.

            “You’re not going anywhere, _____.” Rafe stared down at you, his eyes carrying that mischievous glint you knew so well, “We both know that.”

            And you did. But you feared your stay here would end with you in the ground.

            You felt like a piece of meat surrounded by ravenous vultures. Rafe had brought you down from the bedroom shortly after your reunion, & now you were surrounded by former friends & new enemies.

            You were sat on the couch in the living room as the others stood around you. They were bickering, arguing about what to do with you. Right in front of you. You knew well enough that it was a scare tactic, & it was working. You were terrified.

            “We should just fucking get rid of her.” Micah shared shamelessly. When he first laid eyes on you as Rafe brought you downstairs, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was the first one to get his hands around your neck. The look in his eyes felt like you were staring at death itself.

            “We’re not doing that.” Rafe responded, much to Micah’s disapproval. He cast you a murderous glare. How could he still blame you for Millie’s death?

            The other two men—whose names were Matt & Robbie—were leaning towards Micah’s suggestion. You surmised it was easier for them to want to get rid of you since they didn’t know you, but what did that say about Micah? Fortunately, it was three against three though. Rafe, Adrianna, & Kai were against your death, while the other three were for it. But what the three who wanted you dead didn’t account for was that Rafe’s word was final.

            “So now we’re just gonna have another mouth to feed?” Micah stared at Rafe.

            “Maybe.” Rafe seemed wholly unbothered by Micah’s challenge, “But she’ll earn her keep first.”

            “Kill me.” You interjected, much to the surprise of Kai who sat near you on the couch.

            Adrianna’s brows creased, “What?”

            “I don’t want to stay here.” You admitted, knowing it was probably stupid to say, but if they were going to kill you, they’d take you outside to do it & out there you’d have a better chance of escaping. “Micah will kill me the second I turn my back on him.”

            “You won’t be alone with him.” Rafe informed you but you ignored him.

            “Doesn’t matter. I’m clearly not safe here. I’m not a friend. These three,” you gestured to the three men standing across from you by the fireplace, “want me dead. And Micah is right. You’re not gonna take care of me either unless I pull my weight & if I’m being honest, I’m not going to.”

            Adrianna’s concerned eyes flashed to Rafe’s to gauge his reaction.

            “So, you want us to kill you?” Rafe rounded to the front of the couch to face you. You stared up at him.

            “It’s gonna happen sooner or later.” You told him, “We both know that.”

            Rafe narrowed his eyes, seemingly contemplating your words. Then he stepped forward, kicking your legs apart so he could stand between them. You leaned further into the couch, but it did little to ease you. He was asserting his authority before you, before everyone.

            “Everyone out.” Rafe’s voice was hard, stiff.

            “Dude, Rafe.” Micah started but Rafe tossed him a glare over his shoulder, “Out. Now.”

            You wetted your lips, your nerves shot as you watched in your peripheral as the others filed out of the house. Kai was the last to leave & you noted the look of fear in his eyes. Once they were all out, the sliding glass door sealed shut, you were officially left alone with Rafe.

            “Do you want to die, _____?” He remained where he stood between your legs.

            You scoffed, trying to hide your own fear, “Of course I don’t. But I’ve seen how easy it is for you to get rid of someone who won’t pull their weight. I’m not stupid. I know what comes after that.”

            Rafe nodded but said nothing. Then he bent over at the waist, placing each hand on the back of the couch until he was completely leaned over you. “You’ve seen me?”

            Right. Rafe never knew about you seeing them in the woods across the lake a month ago. None of them did. It’s the only reason you & the others were able to escape.

            “The old man.” Your voice was growing softer, lower.

            “What old man?”

            “The one you killed. Or Micah killed, whatever.”

            “You saw that?” Rafe looked mildly impressed, “What were you doing out there?”

            You gulped. Did you lie? Say you were out scavenging, or did you admit the truth? That you were seeking them out, to be with them.

            “Ahh.” Rafe smirked, “I get it now. You must’ve found my note.”

            Your lack of response confirmed his suspicions.

            “I wouldn’t have wasted you like that guy. He was useless.”

            “He was innocent.” You bit back, “And you still killed him. You’ll only do the same to me.”

            Rafe stared at you, his eyes tracing the features of your face, “I’d never hurt you. Not seriously, anyway.”

            A frustrated gasp left you, you shook your head, “You’re lying.”

            “I’m not.” Rafe reached up to brush your hair behind your shoulders. A wave of goosebumps left in his wake. “You’re the last person in this world I’d hurt.”

            “Then let me go.” You pleaded, “I’ll tell the others that I didn’t find you guys. We’ll stay separated.”

            At the mention of the others, Rafe’s mood changed drastically. His eyes darkened as he stood straight, knocking your legs out of the way as he left you on the couch. You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he opened an ice chest. He pulled out two bottles of beer, popping the cap off both. He returned to you, offering you one. You ignored the offer. He sighed annoyingly before placing it on the coffee table. Then he sat down on the edge of the table, taking a swig of the beer himself before looking at you.

            “Where are the others?”

            You shook your head, “You know I’m not going to tell you that.”

            Rafe smiled knowingly, likely having anticipated your refusal.

            “Why? Scared I’m going to go after them.”

            “I know you will.” You admitted, “You said it yourself earlier. About consequences for kicking you out.”

            Rafe nodded in agreement, “You need Adrianna for Nuha.”

            You said nothing, not liking the look in his eyes.

            “I’ll let you take her.”

            What? The mistrust on your face was evident as Rafe filled in the gaps for you, “But we come with.”

            “No.” You replied fast. “It’s Adrianna alone or no one at all.”

            “No one?” Rafe questioned, “Not even yourself.”

            You released a deep exhale, “Not even me.”

            “They won’t come looking for you?”

            “I told them not to.” You revealed. It didn’t matter what Rafe knew as long as he didn’t know where they were.

            “Wow.” Rafe laughed sheepishly, “It’s interesting seeing how readily you are to give yourself up to protect them. Where was that when Sayyed was kicking us out?”

            “It was for the best & you know it.” Rafe would never understand, & you didn’t expect him to.

            “The best?” He glared at you. You saw a vein pop in his neck. “You scared of me, _____?”

            The answer was obvious, but you still couldn’t admit it out loud. So you ventured through another route, “I don’t know you.”

            Your answer intrigued him.

            “I used to.” You continued, “But not anymore. You’re violent, selfish, reckless.”

            A scream burst from you at the sound of glass shattering. Your body shook as you stared at the wall to your left as beer dripped from the center of it.

            “Violent?” Rafe stood up, his face growing red, “Selfish? Reckless?”

            Before you could put up a fight, Rafe reached down & snatched your jaw, pulling you up from the couch so he could press his nose against yours, “Violent like how I kicked that creep’s ass for putting his hand up your skirt at last year’s summer break party?

            You winced as he dug his fingers into your cheeks, his nails stinging the skin there, “Selfish like how I rallied the others to get Micah back from those fucking losers?”

            “Rafe, please, you’re hurting me!” You winced as he used his other hand to grip the back of your hair, angling your neck painfully so you were forced to look up at him more, “Reckless like how I would go out there right now & put a bullet in Micah’s skull if it meant you felt safer?”

            “Don’t.” You whined.

            “Is that what you mean?” When you said nothing he pulled your hair harder, making you cry out, “Huh?! Is it?!”

            “Let go!” You pushed against him, but he didn’t budge. Instead he tossed you onto the couch. You barely had time to recover before Rafe was on top of you.

            “You want violent? Selfish? Reckless?” Rafe huffed in your ear as he reached for the top of your shorts. “I’ll show you then.”

            “Rafe, no!” You screamed as his nails left scratch marks down your hips & thighs, ripping your shorts & underwear away from your body.

            “Shut up.” His voice was low as he wrestled with you, “You stupid bitch.”

            You flipped onto your back, aiming to kick him in the chest but he caught your leg before swiping your face with the back of his hand. A pained gasp escaped you at the physical assault. Rafe forced your legs apart & made room for himself between them.

            “Stop, no, no, please, Rafe, no!”

            He clapped a hand over your mouth as hot tears spilled from your eyes. Your fists did nothing to deter him as he shimmied his jeans down his hips, pulling himself out. The sight of his erect cock forced you to fight back harder but every pitiful punch or attempt to kick him off was futile. Rafe was going to take what Rafe wanted.

            “Rafe!” A shout came from behind the couch, & you couldn’t see who it was, but in the midst of chaos you recognized it as Kai’s, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

            “Get the fuck outta here!” Rafe hollered behind him as he used his hand to situate his dick near your entrance. Fuck, please no!

            “Oh my god.” It was female this time, & that meant Adrianna. “Rafe, stop it!”

            Over Rafe’s shoulder, you saw as Kai raced towards the two of you, but just as he was about to reach you two, Micah appeared & caught him by the back of his shirt, throwing him backwards. Rafe, much to your relief, paused in his assault to see what the commotion was.

            “Get him the fuck out before I bury him next to Millie!”

            Micah stared wide-eyed at the two of you, but unlike the looks of concern on Kai & Adrianna’s faces, he seemed excited. Like he was pleased with Rafe for doing what he was doing. In that moment, all of the happy memories of Micah in your mind were completely wiped. You didn’t know him either.

            In the brief moment of distraction that you had, you swiped Rafe’s hand from your mouth & knocked your head into his. The impact was dizzying & you felt immediately nauseous, but you had no time to waste. Rafe rolled off you & you slipped off the couch, running for the back of the house.

            “Goddamnit!” Rafe screeched, “Get a fuckin’ hold on him!”

            But you were only reaching the corner to the hallway that led to the rear entrance when you heard Rafe running after you. You raced forward, the back door just a few feet away. You didn’t care if you had to run all night & all day with no backpack, half nude to escape Rafe. You wouldn’t quit running.

            Just as your hand touched the doorknob though, you felt another yank on your hair. A yelp left you as Rafe turned you around to face. The look on his face was horrifying. You resisted against him, but he only glared hotly at you.

            “I told you, _____.” Rafe began, “You’re not going anywhere.”

            And then he slammed your face into the wall. Immediately, you tasted blood in your mouth as you collapsed to the ground. The hallway was dark & your vision blurred & swaying as you clung to consciousness. Rafe towered over you, watching as you slowly lost your grip on reality. This was it, you thought to yourself, Rafe would never let you go.

            You woke with a start, practically falling off the bed you woke up on, but a pair of hands prevented you from doing so. You spun around & were faced with none other than Rafe. He was shirtless, lying under the sheets with you. A white hot pain flared at the center of your face & you whined.

            “That’s what happens when you fight back.” Rafe commented as you gently touched your nose. You winced at the minor contact. Then you glanced down at yourself. You were completely naked but as you wriggled under the covers, you didn’t feel sore anywhere else except your face.

            “They may have called me Roofie Rafe in school, but I actually prefer my girls awake.” Rafe shared, surmising what you were realizing.

            “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You spit. You wanted to get off the bed, away from him, but his hands were secure on your hips as he stared at you. “That you want me to be awake while you rape me?”

            Rafe sighed, annoyed, “Would you rather I fuck you while you’re unconscious?”

            “I’d rather you leave me the fuck alone, Rafe!” You yelled, “Let me go!”

            And so the events of the previous night began where they left off. Rafe wrestled you onto your back, & you cried & fought against him as he found himself a place between your legs.

            “Shh, shh.” Rafe cooed, attempting to calm you but it only provided the opposite, “It’s nothing we haven’t done before.”

            You shed more tears, recalling your tryst in the woods. But that had been different. Somewhat. At least you had coke to fuel your desires then.

            And as if reading your mind, Rafe reached into the nightstand on your side of the bed, pulling out a little baggie of white power. You realized it was the exact same one he had given you. You had kept it in your backpack.

            “You never partook in my gift.” Rafe commented, “Maybe now you’ll want to. Whatever is easier. Because this is happening, whether you want it to or not.”

            You shook beneath him, staring at the baggie dangling from between his fingers. You hadn’t touched the shit since your night with Rafe in the woods. You didn’t want to. But in that moment, it was the only sort of reprieve you could think of that would make what Rafe would undoubtedly do next easier.

            “What do you say?” Rafe smiled, “For old times’ sake.”

            Sniffling, you warily reached for it, but as you did Rafe pulled it away. He leaned back to stay kneeled on the balls of his feet, still between your legs. He then grabbed your forearm & pulled you to sit up as well.

            You tried to calm your racing heart as you watched Rafe pour a bump out onto the fatty part of his hand. Then he offered it to you, his brows raised with expectancy.

            “Open up.”

            Leaning forward, you sealed one nostril as you inhaled the substance with the other. You smacked your lips together as you tasted the grains in the back of your throat. Rafe poured out another for himself. You two did two more bumps together. And for a moment, despite being fully naked together, despite the pain in your nose, despite how your former friends were downstairs knowing what was happening upstairs, you were cast into a memory. One where you & Rafe would sneak into his room at frat parties to do a couple lines. You remembered how this man was once a friend, a confidant. And now, there he was getting you coked out so he could have his way with you.

            You knew in the morning you would never be able to look at yourself the same way again.

            When there was barely any left in the baggie, Rafe dipped his finger inside & collected the remaining powder onto his index finger. Then with his other hand, he cupped your chin & angled your face upwards. At this point, you were high, scarily & blissfully so. It had been so long since you’d done coke, & you missed the euphoria of carelessness if always gave you.

            Rafe used his thumb to tug on your lower lip, exposing your gumline, then he rubbed his finger with the coke on it along your gums. You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as his eyes stared at his finger in your mouth. Without thought, you closed your lips around his finger, sucking it lightly.

            He smirked at that, “There she is.”

            Pulling his finger from your mouth, Rafe then sealed your lips with his own. You felt yourself frowning as he kissed you, but you were having a hard time remembering why. You knew why, but you just couldn’t feel why anymore.

            As Rafe continued to bite & lick your lips, you felt him gently push you back until you were lying flat on the bed. He threw the covers off the both of you & hooked one of your legs over his hips. It was then that you felt the prodding at your entrance. You gasped, pulling out of the kiss & felt your fingers dig into his shoulders as he slowly began to push into you.

            A pleased sigh sounded in your ear as Rafe finally bottomed out. Then he leaned onto an elbow to look at you. You couldn’t look away from him as he shifted his hips & began to fuck you.

            “You don’t have any idea how often I’ve thought about this.” Rafe confessed breathlessly. “How many nights I spent in that house hearing you, picturing you, wanting it to be that was making you feel good.”

            You didn’t. Sayyed had been right. Rafe never saw you as a friend.

            “Now,” Rafe kissed from your collarbone to your jawline back to your mouth, “I can fuck you as much as I want, whenever I want.”

            Shivers shot up your spine as Rafe’s cock stroked your G-spot. You couldn’t help the mewl that escaped you. It felt so good, too good. But you shook your head. Images of him hitting you, ripping your clothes off kept flashing in your mind. Tears returned but you weren’t crying. You weren’t sure what you were. Neither here nor there. Not really. Somewhere in between, floating aimlessly.

            Rafe’s hips snapped against yours as his pace picked up, & you could do nothing but cling to him as he fucked you mercilessly. Your thoughts, feelings, memories, fears all blended together, confusing you as you felt yourself getting pushed closer & closer to the edge. You fluttered your eyes closed, trying to make sense of the world but there was no world. That much you knew. And right now, your world consisted of only Rafe. How he would love to know that.

            You felt a hand cup the side of your face, “Look at me.”

            Without thought, you opened your eyes, & Rafe was all you saw. All you felt. He grinned a maddening grin.

            “You’re in my world now, _____.” A strained moan left your throat as you felt your orgasm crash around you. Rafe’s face blurred into the background as you spasmed around his cock, milking it. He groaned proudly.

            “And you’re never leaving it.”

            It was evening when your mind became yours again. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the window. You couldn’t face the rest of the room. The unmade bed, the smell of sex in the air, all of it a brutal reminder about how you had let Rafe rape you. Fuck the coke, you had stopped fighting. You promised yourself you never would, but you had. Easily.

            The only realization that brought you any comfort was that the others would be safe. Nuha may die, but if she didn’t at least her, Sayyed, & Bear would be safe, far away from Rafe. It was that thought alone that made what you had done okay. They would never know about your betrayal. And they would live.

            A knock sounded on the door behind you. You stood up, facing it. After Rafe got what he wanted you, he rewarded you with your clothes. But you still felt naked as the person stepped into the room. It was Robbie. The one who knocked you out. He was tall, over six feet, & was built like a footballer. You thoughtlessly wondered why someone of his size hadn’t taken Rafe out, but small minds were easily corrupted, body size be damned.

            “Come with me.”

            “Where?” You stayed where you stood. If you didn’t trust Rafe & Micah, you trusted these strange men even less.

            “Don’t worry, princess. Rafe says you’re not to be harmed.”

            You scoffed internally at that. Rafe had hurt you the most.

            “Now, come with me before I drag you out of here.”

            Swallowing your refusal, you rounded the bed & slipped by him, sure not to touch him as he led the way down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Robbie brought you into the kitchen & you were concerned to see everyone waiting in there.

            Rafe had a map laid out on the island but lifted his eyes to yours when you entered.

            “What?” You asked.

            “I never thought you were smart,” It was Micah who spoke first as he smirked snobbishly at you, “but you really are fucking dumb.”

            Rafe cast him a look but said nothing.

            Confused by what Micah was referring to, your eyes finally focused on the map. It looked like the one you had to help you navigate from the cabin you lived in with the others back to the lakehouse here. But as you stepped closer, you felt the air leave your lungs. It wasn’t just any map. It was your map. How could you be so fucking stupid? Because right there, circled in black eighty miles north of the lakehouse was the cabin.

            Your eyes flashed to Rafe’s. He smiled.

            “Looks like you’re gonna get your wish after all.” He said, nodding towards Adrianna, “We leave in twenty.”

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