#fucking FUCK i wish there was a way to put fuel in my body that didn't involve putting it in my mouth

[slippery-minghus]

grnuinely, how are you supposed to eat when your body won't tell you it's hungry. dafuq

#it's well past dinner time but i'm just. not hungry #as far as i'm aware??? #i have ZERO desire to eat #like if my stomach started hungry-hurting right now i still wouldn't actually feel hungry #but i can't go to bed without dinner. and i need to go to bed pretty soon #i turned off my game like 45min ago to make myself go eat and i just. haven't done that #bc what the fuck am i supposed to eat? #food? i'm supposed to eat food? no thanks! #not interested! genuinely!! #fucking FUCK i wish there was a way to put fuel in my body that didn't involve putting it in my mouth #well there is. it's called a feeding tube #but uh. that's not the solution i mean. #can i have like. a pill? a shot? hell even a drink that doesn't feel like food (like a shake or smoothie) #where can i get a glass of iced tea that has the nutients and calories of a full meal #personal #disordered eating tw #just in case

[withahappyrefrain]

I wish you would write a fic where... College!Tasm!Peter gets reaallyyy jealous at Reader talking to her ex bf and fucks her on his bed until she’s a bumbling mess 🫣

I think it's time for blonde!Peter to come back

It was stupid. Absolutely ridiculous.

You were barely engaged in the conversation, more focused on the condensation forming on your red solo cup than what your ex had to say.

The interaction shouldn't have bothered him. You were his. Hell, you were even wearing his snapback.

And yet, his blood still boiled at the sight. His hands still balled up into fists. Wade joked that he could steam coming out of Peter's ears.

The dickbag was trying to flirt. Key word was try.

It was awkward as hell, clearly trying to evoke the 'oh remember how much fun we had, minus the part where I ghosted you and refused to eat you out because I'm a little bitch?' card. Every step he took towards you, you'd take a step away. With your arms crossed and the way your eyes focused on anything other than him, it should have been obvious you weren't interested.

And yet, the fucker still had the audacity to put his hand on your shoulder and squeeze it.

Peter didn't have to wait for you to send him the look. He was over there immediately, arm wrapped around your waist.

"She's busy," was all Peter curtly said, before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

Despite your shrieks, you didn't mind it.

Nor did you mind when he brought you to his bedroom.

You especially didn't mind when he had you on your back, knees pressed to your chest as he thrust into you.

"You look so good underneath me babe," He grunted, eyebrows knitted in concentration as he watched your body wither from his touch.

"Y-yeah," his touch was overwhelming, your body reeling from your previous orgasms.

Peter simply smirked, his fingers trailing down to right above where your bodies connected.

Jolts of pleasure sparked throughout your body as his long fingers drew circles on your clit. The band in your stomach kept getting tighter and tighter with each thrust. His teeth sink into your exposed collarbone, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Only he got to see you like this, back arched with your head thrown back in pleasure. Only he got to make you feel like this, causing your cunt to clench and spasm in pleasure around his cock.

No one else.

"You gonna come again baby? Let me hear it. Let them all hear how much you love my cock."

Normally his dirty words would fluster you. Your cheeks still burn, but this time they're intensifying the ache between your legs, fueling your need to be consumed by him and only him.

What could best be described as a broken wail fell from your lips. In reality, it was doubtful that those in the hallway could hear you over the blaring music. But the idea that maybe they could hear you, could hear the bed frame slam against the wall, could hear the grunts Peter was letting out as you fell apart around his cock, fueled a deeper desire in you two.

Your hands weakly grabbed his bleached hair, making a feeble attempt to tug on the thick locks.

"Don't worry baby, not done with ya. Fuck no," Peter's chuckle was dry, his body trying to hold on, trying to stall off his own release, "You're gonna come again. Whatcha think about that? Ya wanna fall apart on my cock again?"

A whine fell from your lips. Sensitivity surged through your body, mixing with the euphoric pleasure.

"I......I, Peter I-" what were you even asking for?

"Aw, is my baby already fucked dumb from my cock? You're so smart, until my cock is inside ya. Can't focus on anything else can ya?"

"Peter....want...." Normally you were so good at multitasking. But with the way his cock was thrusting in and out of your soaked entrance, the idea of being able to focus on anything other than the sensation between your legs seemed next to impossible.

"C'mon baby," His breath is hot against your ear, "Use ya words."

A feeble moan fell from your lips as you shook your head. It was too much, but somehow also not enough.

What did you want? The words were on the tip of your tongue, tricking you into thinking you could express them, only to run away as soon as Peter's cock brushed against that one spot that made you see stars behind your eyelids.

"C'mon, use your words," His speed increases, his hands now grabbing the flesh of your hips as he drives into you, "What. Do. You. Want?"

Each word is emphasized with a pointed thrust. His honeyed eyes are overtaken with lust, irises overblown by a pure black. The scent of cinnamon is overwhelming your nostrils as his stubbled jawline brushes against yours.

It's only when you feel his cock twitch inside of you that you find the words, now driven by a red hot burning need.

"Want your cum! Want your cum inside me, please, want it so bad, wanna be filled with you, want you to fill me up, please Peter!"

His thrusts slow down, which you think is done to tease. In reality, Peter knows if he doesn't, he'll come immediately. And he wants to draw this out as long as possible. Wants people to notice that you and him have been gone for quite some time.

Peter's imagining your stupid ex still lingering around. Dumbass was probably wondering how you two weren't done yet, given the man's notorious record for the quickest, saddest sex ever.

"Peter-"

"I got ya baby," he leaned down, hovering over your body as he pulled your thighs to his hips. He was now (somehow) deeper inside of you, hips rutting into yours.

"Gonna fill you up real good. Make you mine." You can only whine at his words, your body overstimulated from the immense pleasure.

His lips swallowed your moans. You didn't even need to look, you could feel that smirk radiating off of him. A deep groan fell from his lips when he felt your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Between the bass from the outside music vibrating the floor to the smell of cinnamon that always engulfed Peter, you felt completely at bliss, content for him to continue to use you until his own release.

With one final tug on his hair, Peter's hips stuttered before coming inside of you. What were once moans and wood slamming filling the room were now heavy pants as you both tried to catch your breath.

"That was...wow."

Peter lifted his head up, a boyish grin overtaking gus face, "Was? Who said we were done?"

"Peter....you already..." You froze upon realizing he was still hard. Still inside of you.

"Perks of a radioactive spider bite. I'm far from done with you babygirl."

You were in for a long night.

#my writing #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker smut #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm spiderman #tasm!peter one shot #andrew garfield x reader #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!peter fanfiction #andrew!peter imagine #andrew!peter x you #andrew peter x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader

[bonny-kookoo]

Heyyyy, listen I'm obsessed with someone older...OBSESSED!!?! I'm not very creative with drabble ideas but I'm a hørny whøre and I wanna ask for more intimate scenes cus the last one left me high n dry heheh 😅 so like can we get maybe a drabble after the sofa scene in her apartement, when they went to his apartement 👉👈

Your wish is my command 👉👈

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You were supposed to put up the tree. Hang up the Christmas stuff that's stuffed into two bags left at the door- one of them tipped over in a hurry, left aside for now just like your shoes and coats, carelessly on the floor, creating a trail of clothes.

It leads into his bedroom, where he's already eagerly kissing you, still high on your confession, and the fact that everything clicked into place for you both. How his home feels warmer already, how his life feels lighter, less about work and the force of having to stay alive, and more about finding appreciation for being alive to experience this with you.

Jungkook isn't innocent. He's had sexual encounters before- has fucked in some rather risqué ways and has surely accumulated quite the experience. And sure, he's also had some mind blowing moments he'll always remember- but this?

This is different.

Because as cliche as it sounds, he's drunk off of love, the realization of it, the fact that he knows right now with your body beneath his that you're it for him. You're his final destination, a young woman he believes might just be exactly what he'd dreamed of when he pictured out his life in the future back when he was younger.

Breaths speed up, this time there's no holding back as he already has the condom wrapped around his aching length, pulling you closer by your thighs. You're beautiful like this, in between his sheets and pillows, a lot more of them here after you'd mentioned how little he has- and how many you possess. A small detail, a tiny hint that you would appreciate a more filled bed- and he happily provides just that for you, if the reward for it is such a beautiful sight beneath him.

You're reaching out for him, helping him find his way, but he teases just a little, runs the head of his cock through your arousal slicked lips, before he pushes himself in, claims you once more. But this time, it's not so unsure. This time, he's not hesitant.

This time, he's sure. He wants to mark you up, leave remnants of his affection with you to look at tomorrow and the days after. Jungkook isn't usually this hasty with things, but right now, his head is empty, not even lust fueling his actions, but the need to have you as close as he possibly can manage.

He wants your head to be filled with him, just like you fill his own every minute he isn't occupied with something else.

So when he thrusts into you, it's a lot more forceful. Never agressive, never uncontrolled- simply more confident, sure of himself. And you clearly thrive under his care, eyes closed and lips parted as his name leaves your lips in every second breath you exhale. You're free right now, no sign or trace of insecurity or fear on you, and he prides himself in being the person to gift you such a moment of bliss.

You deserve it. And one day, you'll always feel like this around him. He'll get you there.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he leans over you, kisses you with hunger, open mouthed and a lot less careful as he did before. He's taking control of the situation, and you gladly let yourself fall into his hands.

He can do as he pleases- you trust him to handle you with care.

His lips wander, from the edge of your jaw to the side of your neck, hands on your breasts as he grabs and touches, thumbs occasionally playing with your hardened buds. You've never had someone pay so much attention to your body, and you can't help but simply arch your back to aid his hips in their angle- rolling up into him, causing him to breathe out deeply, a sign of his own growing pleasure.

"I love you." You breathe out and he can't help but grin, chuckle as he picks up his pace, growing sloppy as he finds his end sooner than you- but he's not one to leave you hanging, instead pushing himself in deep as he cums, hand between your body traveling down to your core, using your slick that's coating the inside of his thighs to flick your pearl, making you whine beneath him.

"I love you." He responds, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin while he still can't wipe the smile off of his face as you clench around him.

You're spent, surely a bit too exhausted to really do much more than clean up and take a nap- but he doesn't mind staying up late with you afterwards. He's taken time off after all, to spend it with you-

And he plans on making the most out of it, making every second count.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader smut

[jazzyblusnowflake]

Love really bites

[a small vuzi snippet uwu yall liked the oil exchange with nuzi so you get this too >:3 ]

V and Uzi were sitting criss-cross in front of each other, feeling awkward but still looking determined- they wanted to try exchanging oil for V, since Uzi already did it often with N; but while they lean in slowly, V takes a peak and sees Uzi with visor eyes shut and looking stressed, her bottom jaw clattering softly for a moment as her body shakes lightly- V feels a slight pang of guilt and and scoffs "ugh" pushing Uzi back slightly "look I'm not doing this when you're so obviously terrified-"

"wh- i am NOT-!" she crossed her arms, looking away, a slight blush visible on her visor- "besides- don't you LIKE teasing and scaring me-

V rolls her eyes- also crossing her arms "uh- yeeeah. I like playing with my FOOD- not-!…..not you….." both of them pause momentarily at this small confession- "…. you're… more than that… I guess…" Uzi softly peaks at V as the other turns away blushing severely.

V suddenly shook her head "UGH never mind-!! this was stupid anyway-! ill just go find real food-"

"H-Hey wAIT!" before she knew what she was doing, Uzi had jumped and grabbed Vs arm as the taller drone stood up- so now they are both standing and staring at one another and Uzis hold on Vs arm with lots of blushing lines. Uzi looks away slightly "I uh…. we can try again if... if you want?…"

V's optics hallowed and she felt heat rising in her core- the fuck are these feelings ugh- no wonder Uzi hates that she's been programmed with them- "o-okay fine- since you insist- lets just get this over with then-"

Uzi lines their bodies so that they'd be standing and pressing against each other slightly and they both tried leaning in again slowly with closed eyes-

-when suddenly Uzi yelps as she is hoisted up on Vs arms "V! what the hell-!?"

V smirks up at her "sorry shorty, if I wanna get that oil I need gravity to slide it down your throat into mine-" she licks her fangs momentarily as her 5 real eyes pulsed slightly brighter with sparks which made Uzi blush even more- feeling slightly turned on at the display- she felt like V was gonna eat her alive and somehow she was fine with that-..............shOO BE GONE THOUGHTS-

Uzi shook her head "F- fine! ugh bite me-"

"be careful what you wish for~"

Uzi grumbles as V smirks wildly at her but instead of retorting with a snarky answer she lightly holds Vs cheeks and leans in again, her eyes fluttering closed as Vs smirk fades into a nervous frown and she swallows nervously as her hold tightens a little on the other drones back-

it starts with a peck and then they press their lips against each other more firmly, tilting their heads ever so slightly- and both of their frowns disappeared softly as they got more comfortable. Uzi's hands and fingers move from V's face and neck to threading and curling around in her hair and V purrs lightly at the small tugs.

slowly V pries open Uzis mouth a bit more with her tongue as she laps at the oil shared with her from against Uzis tongue and lips, making some run away drops slide past their mouths towards their chins.

V was surprised at how much more calming and energizing this felt; not particularly her style of work but…. she thinks that she could definitely get used to this… maybe... but then Uzi momentarily makes a small surprised sound that made V grip on her a little tighter subconsciously. Uzi presses slightly back against V's tongue with her own and her soft mewls fueled V in other ways-

Fuck her noises were almost as tasty as her oil, V thought momentarily before she caught herself-

They both part with a small gasp, swallowing whatever was left in their mouths and V had a few seconds to admire Uzi's light headed state from losing her oil before she blinked, slightly shaking herself out of it, blushing-

she put Uzi down a bit faster than intended but made sure she doesn't fall over- looking away and blushing, with Uzi doing the same- panting a little to get some chill air to her rapidly heating circuitry.

V thinks of what to say really cuz that was... certainly an experience she had.... "Uh yeah soo- thanks or whatever- that was.. definitely pretty boring to be honest, I can see why you'd like to do it all day with doodle boy over there-" she crosses her arms again looking away as she coughs lightly in her fist- blush lines being repressed but still visible-

Uzi blushes at the comment of her and N exchanging Oil- though she was hoping V didn't notice when they had parted Uzi was zoomed in on V's fangs and almost wanted her to ACTUALLY bite her like dear robo christ on a jet fueled scooter-

she ends up looking away too at V's words, blush painfully obvious "you're WELCOME for not letting you starve or whatever-! not like i care or anything hmph-"

they both stay like that looking away for a while… when Uzi notices V's tail wagging slightly behind her... oh.

"….b-but if you wanted any more… well uhh- you know where to find me I guess... ykNOW-! CUZ- it'd be a drag if we had to constantly deal with you over heating and stuff- y-yeah- that-!" she explains with a slight panic and waving her hands around

V looked at her with hollowed eyes and blushes as her tail twisted around her leg to keep it from wagging more- "um.. y-yeah totally sure- whatever- doubt ill NEED it tho- she slightly looks away, her finger playing with a strand of her own hair-

suddenly there was a sound of a loud clang and they both look at N jumping in the pod giddily with a loud "im baaack-!"

they both turn towards him looking gobsmacked with blushes and N had a moment of pausing and looking at Vs slightly ruffled hair and the two of them wiping the oil dripping from their mouth and chins-

N's expression turned into a deadpan one- "I leave for like…. 5 MINUTES… and you guys are making out without me??? >:( "

#murder drones #vuzi #violetviolence #implied nuzi? #nuzi #biscuitbites #violentbitingbiscuits #envuzi #nuvi #n x uzi x v #serial designation n #serial designation v #uzi doorman #these ship names are gonna kill me man smh #snowballflo #N wants kisses too #keebokun gets early access to my work sorry XD

[sky-is-the-limit]

It’s up to you, any kind tbh<3

Well, you're leaving it up to me so you know what that means...

🔞 NSFW headcanons ahead. More specifically,

Kinks I think Phillip Graves would have:

➳ Orgasm Play

Specifically denial. It would be his favourite activity on his days off. Why? Denying orgasm can be a profound way to build tension, make sex last longer, create and prolong desire. It would be his expertise, torturing you like that to have you beg and beg for him to let you finish.

It would feed the dominant Commander inside of him to watch you struggle and whimper while trying your hardest to convince him that you deserve it. "Only good girls get to cum, baby and you were nothing but a filthy slut tonight."

The mascara running down your cheeks along with hot tears, sweat forming on your skin like raindrops and your voice strained from pleading would only fuel him to do it more, again and again until he was satisfied enough with your efforts.

➳ Degradation

His favourite. Both verbal and physical. Yours too, don't deny it.

His Southern accent would be dripping like hot wax on your skin whenever he'd whisper against the shell of your ear pure filth, even in public settings. He would love to do it in a room full of people just to watch the goosebumps decorate your skin and desire pumping like hot blood visibly on your face.

"Who was that, huh? You can't help but act like a little slut to whoever gives you attention. Who do you belong to." His arrogance and ego would set off his jealousy quicker, wishing to put whatever man dared to make sweet eyes at you under the ground and teach you a lesson or two.

He would adore it if you played along, acting all helpless and eager for his touch “Treat me like the little whore I am, Commander.” He would drag your ass into the parking lot and fuck you against the side door, in plain sight.

His mouth would put the worst sinner to shame. "You dirty little whore, you love chocking on my cock, don't you? It's the only thing you're good for." His tone pure mockery for your fragile dignity and he'd love every second of corrupting it.

Physical degradation too. Having you on your knees for way too long or cumming all over your body and refusing to let you take a shower just to see his far you'd go for him.

➳ Impact Play

Phillip Graves would be a traditional man. Don't imagine whips or paddles with him, just his large, strong hands.

He would have a fascination with your ass, firmly grabbing it whenever you'd straddle his lap, playfully slapping it when you'd pass by in front of him and, oh, his favourite..

Discipline. "Actions have consequences. Now strip and bend over my knee, doll." In his office, in the living room, he wouldn't care. You defied him? Made him jealous or worried? He'd have you count out loud while spanking your behind so intensely that you'd feel the sensation for the next days to come.

➳ Restraints

Handcuffs would be his favourite. One tool, many positions. Cuffing your hands to your front or back to have you only use your mouth when sucking him off or binding you on the bed to restrict your movements whilst he'd fuck you merciless would be the most common.

It'd be another way for him to assert dominance and power over you, whether he'd be using softer materials or metal handcuffs and ropes, that would be judged by the environment or your behaviour.

If you were good for him, he'd cuff you to the bed bare naked and spend precious moments kissing all over your body, stimulating your sensitive areas and giving you pleasure after pleasure without you having to lift a finger.

If you were in need of discipline and a reminder of who's in charge, Graves would not just restrict your arms but legs as well to make the build up even more torturous and unbearable to break you down completely before using you as he sees fit.

➳ Power Exchange

He does it with his soldiers, he does it with his enemies, he does it with the world. What makes you think that you'd be an exempt?

For Graves it wouldn't be just a sign of respect but also one of his biggest turn ons. To be called 'sir' from your sweet lips and watch your attitude change entirely to please him and show submission? This man would be over the moon.

Call him by his rank and he'd make sure that you wouldn't be walking properly the next few days.

➳ Sensory Depravation

At its core, you're giving up control to another person and allowing them to take control. His favourite would be a blindfold, specifically his tie. Imagine him fully dressed in a suit, his white collar shirt undone at the top to show off his defined chest and the red silky tie that was decorating it now over your eyes.

When you’re blindfolded, all of your other senses become enhanced. Graves' touch on your skin more acutely, smells become more vibrant, and orgasms can even be more intense.

The arousal rushing through his veins would be enough to send him over the edge. Just sight of you fully naked on the bed, not knowing what his next move would be, your surprised sighs and gasps whenever he'd decide to touch you.

➳ Brat Taming

I'm a firm believer that this man was born to be just that. He would enjoy the bickering, the sarcastic remarks, the delusional idea that you could have the upper hand in any way with him and the journey to have you begging on your knees to be forgiven for your attitude.

He'd find it thrilling for you to attempt to disobey or question his dominance just to have it proven to you over and over again. All the playfulness, the cat and mouse play would fuel his passion and sex drive even more.

"Since you want to be a brat, tonight you will only speak when spoken to unless I tell you otherwise, you are going to learn to watch that little fucking mouth of yours, understand? Now come here and put it to a better use."

All the taunting, pushing boundaries, and really testing the Commander's limits in hope of causing a reaction would only unlock his filthiest fantasies and excitement.

"Oh, yeah? What’s the worst that can happen, Commander?" Oh, you have a long night ahead of you.

➳ Gun play

This would only work if you were under his command. It would start with you interrupting him when he's performing his sacred gun cleaning ritual. He'd have you sit on his lap and rub the head of his gun against your clit as though it was a harmless toy then force you to take it in your mouth and lick it clean.

The motions of your tongue sliding up and down, your lips wrapped around it without breaking eye contact would be enough to have him come undone in his pants.

Just the sight of you recieving pleasure from a weapon that took lives not so long ago would flip a switch in his brain chemistry, turn him into an animal and fuck you in a way that would guarantee you needing to be carried out of there.

#This is more like a part 1 #cod smut #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #mw2 #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x you #task force 141 #141 x reader #captain price smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #gaz smut #soap smut #könig x reader #cod

[unsolved-duvall]

Happy 1k followers!! 🥳🥳 My little request would be for smut, maybe something fueled by the adrenaline post-concert, or maybe doing it in the tour bus 😈

𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐞.𝐦. (𝟏𝟖+)

porn with almost no plot, but that’s okay because it’s eddie <3 (2.8k+ words)

Eddie was always extra needy after a show. Not that you were complaining. It was something to do with the adrenaline rush he got after performing that made him desperate to have you pinned underneath him while he fucked you relentlessly into the mattress.

Again, you weren’t complaining.

You were sat on the couch in the middle of the tour bus. Light from the street lamps flooded in through the gaps in the curtains that had been pulled across the large windows. You’re eyes felt heavy as you forced yourself to stay awake for Eddie.

He would be back any minute now.

The concert had ended a short while ago. You could already hear the footfall of the crowd leaving the venue. The excitable screams that erupted from outside were loud enough to tell you that the other band members were making their way out of the venue, and into the cars that sat waiting for them.

You and Eddie would be alone in the tour bus tonight.

Everyone else opting to stay in some hotel in the city.

For your own sanity, you told yourself that it had nothing to do with them overhearing you and Eddie on several occasions.

It wasn’t your fault the boy couldn’t keep his hands to himself for two damn seconds. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that you let him do whatever he wanted to you.

He was really fucking pretty, what were you meant to do?

You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the thought of what they all might have overheard, your mind racing back to the previous night.

Eddie had told you to be quiet.

But his head was between your thighs.

So, you felt him asking you to be quiet was a pretty fucking unfair request.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by the slam of the tour bus door, your eyes darted across to see Eddie stumbling through the door, he looked back over his shoulder to shout something at someone. You didn’t catch what he said.

You pushed your body up the worn-out couch with your arms, sitting up from the slouching position you had ended up in.

At the sight of Eddie you suddenly didn’t feel as tired anymore.

His curly hair fell haphazardly around his face, untamed but still perfect. His bangs sticking to his forehead, a layer of sweat on his face told you the show had been a success. As usual.

His already large eyes were accentuated by the smudged black eyeliner that he had made you put on him earlier in the night.

“Hey doll” Eddie’s raspy voice broke the silent hum of the tour bus.

“Hi baby” you reached your hands out to pull him down next to you, he happily obliged. Flinging his body onto the couch, his legs bouncing with adrenaline as you brushed his hair back off his face, “good show?”

“Fuck you have no idea, I wish you’d seen it baby” Eddie cradled your face with one of his hands, running his thumb across your cheek.

A pang of guilt erupted in your chest at his words. “I’m so sorry Eds, I- I wanted to be there” The words rushed out of you in a panic as you tried to apologise for your absence.

“No- hey baby I didn’t mean that. You know you don’t have to apologise for having a bad day. I just meant that… I love you, so I’m always gonna want you to be a part of this shit with me” Eddie comforted you, his words coming out faster than normal, that rush of energy inside him desperate for a release.

You felt yourself relax at his words. Eddie knew you struggled, sometimes it all got too much and you needed to be alone for a while. Away from the constant noise and chaos that came with dating Eddie.

“Now” Eddie said, his hand sliding gently down from your cheek to rest under your jaw “is my pretty girl tired? Or, are you gonna let me fuck you?”

Eddie had never been one for subtlety.

You didn’t respond. Instead opting to pull him further into you by the collar of his t-shirt and smash your lips into his. He hummed, as if in agreement with your unspoken response, and kissed you back. It was desperate and messy and loud and everything that you needed in that moment.

Eddie’s hand slid to rest on your hips, his tightening hold on you a silent plea, his way of telling you how badly he needed you. You shifted your body weight and moved until you were straddling him, both of your legs enclosing his. His breath hitched as you made small movements with your hips, grinding yourself down into him as his tongue licked across your bottom lip, begging for entry.

You obliged, letting his tongue run over yours, completely stealing your breath as his kisses became even more desperate. You tried to fight him for dominance, your tongue pressing on his and your hips moving faster.

You knew Eddie would end up in control. But it was fun to fight him for it.

You both lost yourself in the kiss. Every time you felt his lips on yours it was like the world crumbled underneath your feet and fixed itself all at once. His tongue in your mouth made you certain there was hot lava running through your veins, your whole body reacted to him and you had no say over it, simply letting yourself be consumed by him.

“Fuck sweetheart, lay down for me yeah?” Eddie’s gravelly voice made your heart speed up just a little more.

You moved so fast it was almost comical. If you had been paying more attention you would have noticed the laugh Eddie bit back at your obvious desperation. He found it cute, that was all.

He needed you just as badly, he was just better at hiding it than you were.

You threw yourself onto your back, laying across the abnormally wide couch. Eddie stood up only long enough to pull your skirt and underwear off you. You laughed as his shaky hands ran down your legs, you could read him like a book, and you hadn’t seen him this wound up in ages.

He threw your clothes somewhere on the floor, you didn’t see where they ended up and quite frankly you didn’t care. You’d find them later. Or, more accurately, someone else would find them later.

You couldn’t recall the number of times someone would shout out yours or Eddie’s name because they had sat on the couch only to find certain items of clothing left there.

But right now Eddie was on top of you and every other thought that was swimming around in your head had suddenly left and all you could focus on was the way his hair fell around both of your faces; closing you off from the rest of the world, it was just you and Eddie.

His head dipped down to your neck, his mouth latching onto that sweet spot that had you seeing stars every time he gave it any sort of attention. Your hands flew up to tangle themselves in his mess of curls, pulling every now and then when he bit down particularly hard, always making sure to run his tongue over it afterwards to soothe the sting.

Eddie pulled back occasionally, admiring the love bite he was working on, hues of purple and red stained your neck, heat radiating off of it. You had learned early into your relationship that you liked to have Eddie’s mark on you, liked to feel as though someone loved you enough to want everyone else to know you were his - in the most feminist way possible, of course.

Eddie was clearly happy with himself, a small smirk crossing his face as he used two fingers to tilt your head even further to the side. His eyes looking intently at your neck. He dipped down one final time, wasting no time in attacking the other side of your throat, biting and sucking at the skin there.

Your back arched and your breath sped up with every movement of his mouth on you. It still felt ridiculous, the effect Eddie had on you, he had barely touched you and were sure you could come already.

Eddie would be sure to make fun of you for that later, only pure love and bewilderment lacing his words.

"Jesus baby" Eddie breathed, "you tryna' kill me?"

You looked up at him, confusion clouding your eyes, he noticed this and couldn't help but lean down and kiss you again.

"Your pretty little noises sweetheart, keep making them and I'm gonna come before I get to fuck you." Eddie told you between desperate kisses.

"N-no please" You begged him, "Need you inside me please, need you to fuck me" Your voice was high and breathy, completely unrecognisable from your usual voice, this one was reserved only for Eddie to hear.

"I know baby, I know" Eddie cooed, grinding his hips down into yours, only his jeans separating him from where you needed him most. "Fuck-" Eddie groaned when you lifted your hips to meet his, desperate for more, more, more.

Your hands moved from their place in his hair down to his jeans, quickly undoing his belt and trying to shove them off him, Eddie pushed them off and away from you both so fast any would think they had offended him.

They had, they were stopping him from being able to fuck you.

He pulled his top off at the same time, you had to give it to him, he could move fast when he needed something.

But he had been away from you for far too long, you pulled him towards you and kissed him, all tongue and teeth. It was messy and if anyone had been there to witness it you would have been embarrassed. It was almost animalistic, the way your hands roamed each other with such need that you were sure even when he was inside you it wouldn't be close enough.

Eddie shifted to lean all his weight on one forearm, moving his other hand down to run his fingers through your dripping cunt.

"Fucking Jesus" Eddie exhaled as he felt how wet you were, gathering your wetness on his fingers and moving them up to rub circles over your clit.

Eddie looked down at where his hand was, his brows scrunching together, he almost looked concerned, but he was just trying to hold himself back from slamming into you already. Desperate to make you feel good before he chases his own orgasm.

But you didn't want that. Not tonight. You needed him, now.

"Eddie" You whimpered, the whine in your voice was only slightly exaggerated for his benefit, you know he couldn't hold himself back when he heard you say his name like that. Voice laced with a biting neediness and all-consuming love just for him.

Eddie almost moaned. His fingers stuttering over your clit, quickly regaining their rhythm as his eyes darted up to meet yours. "Baby I need to be inside you, okay?"

You nodded and wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him.

"I'll eat you out after, yeah?" Eddie's voice was strained as he grabbed your thigh with his hand, pushing your legs higher up his hips. "I just need to fuck you now, I can't wait any longer sweetheart"

Before he had even finished his sentence he was pushing into you. His cock stretching you out in the same breath-stealing way it did every time. You sucked in a breath as he bottomed out, Eddie pressed a kiss to your cheek, a silent praise for taking him so well.

"Oh god- sweetheart you feel so good, so fucking good." Eddie moaned as you clenched around him, an involuntary reaction to his praise. "You tell me when I can move, yeah?" Eddie may be fucking desperate right now, but he would always wait for you to tell him you were ready for him.

"You can move baby, please fuck me - oh god" Eddie started to fuck you hard and fast, his forearms on either side of your head as he leant over you, watching your face the whole time. He loved to see how you reacted to him, how your face contorted in pleasure every time he fucked into you.

Your eyes closed as Eddie continued to grind his hips into yours, pulling moan after moan from you, he would give up any and all music if it meant he could listen to your pretty little sounds for the rest of his life.

Eddie saw your head fall the side and your eyes close completely, he admired your fucked out face for a minute before deciding that simply wasn't good enough for him. His ring-clad fingers grabbed your jaw and he pulled you back to him, your eyes opening at the sudden dominance he had over you.

"You gotta look at me while I fuck you angel, okay? Can you do that for me?" If you weren't so far gone already you would have heard the teasing in Eddie's voice, the way he mocked you for how easily you gave yourself over to him.

"Y-yeah okay- look at you" was all you could get out, all the words you could form cohesively.

Eddie smirked whispered out a good girl. He knew how it affected you when he called you that, he had even taken to calling you his good girl outside of sex.

You didn't appreciate it. It made you need to fuck him every time. He knew of course, that was why did continued to do it.

You stared at Eddie's lust-filled eyes while he moved inside you, you felt every drag of his cock against you. You had both agreed to stop using a condom a while ago, and it felt so fucking good you knew you could never go back to using one. You weren't stupid, you were on birth control. And neither of you were fucking anyone else, so why shouldn't you get to feel each other entirely.

You pulled Eddie down into another searing kiss, your tongues meeting and sending sparks down both of you. No matter how many times you kissed Eddie, it would always feel like the first time. Especially when he was deep inside you, it was the closest thing to a religious experience you were sure you would ever get.

Eddie suddenly hit that sweet spot inside you, a moan ripping from the back of your throat at the feeling. Like ice and fire taking running through your bones, every part of your body reacting to him, from the goosebumps breaking out on your arms to the way your nails dug into Eddie, clawing red marks up and down his back as you tried to ground yourself.

"Yeah, right there, huh? That feel good baby?"

"Oh my god-" words were lost on you now, you had admitted defeat, not even trying to tel Eddie how good it felt.

"Angel I need you to come for me okay? I'm so fucking close, need you to come first" Eddie bit out, clearly holding himself back for as long as he could, his hand gripping the couch cushion below you, his other hand moving to rub fast circles over your bundle of nerves.

That was all it took for you to fall apart, seeing stars and feeling like every nerve in your body was on fire.

"Eddie, baby- fuck" Your words were punctuated with moans and whimpers that Eddie was pulling from you with each move of his hips, desperate to drag out your orgasm for as long as he could.

"That's my girl" Eddie cooed, "Fuck you're so good, always so good for me." Eddie dropped his head down to rest in your neck, his lips running over the hickies he had left there earlier.

"Fuck" His strained voice cut through the haze you had been under as the burning pleasure turned back into something smoother, more consistent and less earth-shatteringly overwhelming.

"'M gonna cum baby, shit-" Eddie whimpered against your neck, the sounds of his desperate voice sending you hurtling towards another orgasm.

"Come for me baby, please, I need you to come inside me." You knew no matter how controlling Eddie wanted to be in the bedroom, he would always fall apart under your words.

Which was exactly what he did.

"Oh fuck-" Eddie came as you tightened your legs around him again, after they'd gone limp during your orgasm. You moved to tangle your fingers in his hair again, pulling on it slightly, knowing how much he loved it when you did that.

Soon enough Eddie's weight dropped onto you, his arms giving out as he tried to calm himself down. Always the gentlemen he managed to adjust himself quickly enough to stop himself from trapping you under him.

He lifted his head from your neck and placed kisses all across your face, finally reaching your lips and kissing you deeply.

"Fucking hell sweetheart," Eddie said, his voice levelling out again, sounding more like his normal self. "Always make me come so fuckin' hard"

You laughed and pushed his hair back off his face, little pieces refused to move, sticking to his face. "I don't think I did much there baby, that was all you" You retaliated, humour lacing your voice as you shifted slightly underneath him.

"You lay there and looked pretty for me, that's all I need you to do for me angel" Eddie promised.

You felt a blush rise on your cheeks at his words, he had just fucked you so hard your legs were still shaking but his damn words were what made you feel nervous.

Eddie went to pull out of you and you whined in protest, "No, just- can you stay in me a little longer, please?" You asked, your voice small.

"I promised I'd eat you out afterwards sweetheart, you don't want me to?" Eddie asked you, he was completely sincere. He always made you come before he got inside you, tonight had been different, what with you both being so desperate. So, in Eddie's eyes he owed you at least one more orgasm.

"Just want you to stay inside me, just for a little while." Eddie looked at your eyes that were clouded with need, you got like this sometimes. After he'd fucked you, you just needed to be close to him. As close as possible. He understood that.

"Yeah baby, I can do that." He assured you, his voice the softest you had heard it all night. "I'm gonna stay right here, okay? I got you sweetheart."

And you did stay like that, for how long you weren't sure. But before you both fell asleep, limbs tangled together like if you weren't touching you would die; Eddie made you come two more times, because of course he did.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson comfort #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson drabble #eddie my beloved #eddie munson fanfic #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson fic #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson filth #rockstar!eddie smut

[ailithnight]

A few notes:

I originally planned to have this one have a couple of povs like the first, but then u got carried away writing feral Danny so, just Tim today.

I hope to get the next one out sometime this weekend cause it's harder to write when I have work.

Also, everyone thank @cursedzucchini for writing the comment that gave me the executive function to take these words out of my brain and put them in my phone. Reading that there was someone out there checking the tag for updates every day really motivated me.

Now, without further ado

Chapter 1

A King in Arkham

Chapter 2

Tim sighs, rubbing his temples and attempting to will away the sleep deprivation headache currently pounding on the inside of his skull. Pushing 80 hours awake, the last 38 of which have been spent combing backwards through any and all Arkham documents pertaining to one Daniel James Fenton.

He moved his hands away from his head, placing them on the fresh cup of coffee that had materialized while he was massaging, giving a cursory "Thanks" the retreating body. Normally, Alfred would have cut Tim off from caffeine yesterday. But it seems even the old butler was keen on something being found to justify pulling the kid out of Arkham.

Or maybe that was Jason fueling Tim's addiction. Man had been hovering since Batman called him back at the last break out. At least Dick had been able to reason better with the most volatile of the Wayne siblings.

"Picking him up and running won't do either of you any favors, Little Wing. It'll just put him and Hood on wanted posters. If you want him to have any shot at a life out here, you gotta let Bruce take it through the proper channels."

That had at least prevented Jason from snapping on anyone immediately, though he had seen fit to warn everyone that of they didn't have something by the next break out, he'd be doing it his way.

Which is why Tim had spent the last day and a half poring over every medical record, therapy session, schedule, action report, and discipline slip Arkham had on file that even mentioned Patient 26B.

Meanwhile, Oracle had her hands full trying to find any background information on the young ward. A task which itself was proving challenging because the place the kid came from seemed to have no digital presence at all. None. Not a Facebook or Twitter or MySpace pinging from the area. Not an email address or YouTube account. Not a single god damned website. Not even a .gov! Hell, the only reason they knew the city's name is because it was listed in the CPS paperwork from Chicago.

In other places, small towns and communities in the middle of nowhere, this wouldn't really raise any red flags. But Amity Park was not actually a nowhere town. It certainly wasn't a Gotham or Metropolis. But it was big enough to have formed a conurbation with the nearby city of Elmerton. Which had a perfectly normal digital presence. So Amity Park's lack of digital presence screamed Communications Blackout. A frighteningly strong one to still be giving Oracle the run around almost 2 days later.

Once Tim was finished reviewing Arkham reports, then the 3 weeks of documents from Daniel's stay in Chicago, he'd probably offer to help her. Though she might tell him to go the fuck to sleep instead.

For now. Tim was nearing the beginning of the kid's Arkham stay and; on top of not yet finding any clues as to why the kid was in Arkham, nor anything that could possibly exonerate him; the kid just made no damn sense!

His therapy sessions were all the same dead end.

The therapist would ask he he was feeling. The kid would apparently shrug, or sometimes mumble something the therapists could never quite catch.

They'd ask the standard suicide questions. "Any thoughts of wishing you could go to sleep and not wake up?"

A shrug.

"Any thoughts of wanting to take your own life or wishing someone would take it for you?"

Vehenement refusal bordering on a panic attack.

Move on to the hurting people questions.

"Any thoughts of wanting to harm other people?"

"No." According to the doctors, his tone here is immediate, calm, confident. Truthful. If the Arkham psyches are to be believed.

"Any thoughts of wanting to harm yourself?"

"No." Slower, quieter, meeker. Noted as a clear lie, citing the injuries as evidence.

"Then why do you, Danny?"

"I don't."

"Then where did your injuries come from."

"The ghosts," said with a sigh

At this point, it seems Daniel shuts down. He says nothing else for the rest of the session. Shows no outward response as the therapist tries to convince him there are no ghosts and Daniel must be giving himself those injuries.

2 and a half months. Daily therapy sessions. And every single one is the exact same script. The only differences are some minor notes as Daniel is passed around between therapists as they all inevitably get frustrated talking to the emotionless block of ice.

Outside of the therapy sessions and medical reports documenting the frankly horrifying amount of injuries Danny accumulates, there's not much in his file. He follows all instructions to the letter; never causes trouble for guards or other inmates; and every single locks malfunction, he has afterward been found lying on his bed in his cell staring at the ceiling. If he was somewhere else when the malfunction happened, security footage catches him walking there himself. If he was already in his cell, footage keeps him there the whole time.

Tim sighs again, clicking out of the medical report detailing the nasty bruise that had appeared on the kid's lower left back, then opens up the next file up without reading the name fully expecting it to be another tedious therapy session report.

Instead, he finds a discipline slip with the relevant security clip embedded at the top. The first frame is of the cafeteria. Daniel is sitting alone at a table in the top right. Tim's breath catches in his throat as he recognizes the demented clown in the center of the frame. Hastily, he plays the clip.

There is no sound but Joker appears to say something to the room. Daniel is suddenly standing, whipped around to face the clown. The Joker turns towards him. Daniel tenses. The Joker tenses.

In the next second, Daniel is on the Joker. He's kicking, scratching, biting. Absolutely feral as he just reigns fury upon the most feared and hated rogue in all of Gotham. Surrounding inmates are fleeing to the sides of the room as the Joker seemingly tries to get away from the kid, only succeeding in moving the "fight" around the room. It's hardly a fight. More like a vicious, brutal assault. Inmates cheer as blood appears on the floor. Guards move in, pulling the feral 15 year old off of the Joker; who stays down, potentially unconscious. 2 guards go to help the one currently attempting to restrain Daniel. 6 more converge on the Joker, blocking him from view. As soon as he can no longer see the Joker, Daniel seems to go limp in the guards hands. Then he tenses again, though not struggling. Tim just catches the beginning stages of what seems to be a panic attack before the clip ends.

Tim stares dumbfounded at the screen for several moments. When he snaps out of it enough to actually read the incident report, it is a basic transcription of what Tim just witnessed with confirmation that Daniel had a panic attack immediately after. The report also notes that other than the panic attack, Daniel seemed to sustain no harm. He was disciplined with 3 days without cafeteria privileges, so his meals were brought to his cell, and 3 days without Crafts room privileges.

A note at the bottom of the report reads "To prevent further incidents, Patient 26B and the Joker are no longer permitted to be in the same room or yard."

This makes Tim click out of the discipline slip -without closing it, just moving it to a different section of the batcomputer's massive screen- and scan the rest of the files. There are 2 more. One from a week prior and one from Daniel's first dat at Arkham. He opens both, placing them at points on the screen so that all 3 are visible.

The one from the week prior shows the Crafts Room. Danny is again in an upper corner. Time plays it. The door opens. Joker walks in. Seems to look at Daniel, then rushes him. Daniel looks up before the Joker makes it half way across the room, then in the next second meets him there. Another feral fight only broken up by the guards when the Joker stops moving. Again, Danny goes limp as soon as the Joker is out of sight. The rest of the report confirming a panic attack but no injuries. 2 days lost privileges.

The report from Daniel's first day again shows the cafeteria. This time, Daniel is center frame. Joker comes up behind him. Daniel tenses but doesn't turn yet. Joker seems to be saying g something, then laughs. Daniel hunches in on himself, seeming to mumble a response. Whatever he said makes the Joker laugh harder. Then he leans down over Daniel's shoulder, talking. Daniel seems frozen for not even half a second before he suddenly pushes himself out of his seat, straight in to the Joker, twisting as he goes to begin the attack. Since it's obviously the first time, the rest of the cafeteria freezes. No one reacts for a solid 6 seconds. Then guards are moving in, hauling the teenager away. The Joker stands unsteadily then takes a knee. He has to be led limping out of the room. Guards struggle to restrain Daniel until the Joker is gone, whereafter Daniel goes boneless, then begins panicking. Report confirms panic attack and no injuries. 1 day lost privileges.

Tim stares at the batcomputer for several minutes, trying very hard to process what he has just learned. His brain feels like soup. He rubs his eyes, looks at his coffee, grabs a comm to put in his ear. His voice is strained as he speaks.

Anyone nearby who can come to the cave for a minute?

Jason responds instantly.

Upstairs. Find something?

I don't... know. I just. Someone come confirm I didn't just hallucinate what I just watched and read.

Red Robin? What did you find?

Not saying until someone else can confirm it.

Red Robin

On my way down.

.

"What the actual fuck?"

#Tagslist will go in a reblog cause there are #a lot #Dp x DC #A King in Arkham #I'm sure everyone wants to see Red Hood swoop in #And whisk Danny away #I promise we'll get there soon #Next chapter if I don't get careies away again #But for now #I simply could not resist giving Danny clown trauma and making him feral about it #Enjoy! #Mentions of suicide #Mentions of self harm

[heartfullofleeches]

What if incel reader wants to turn a new leaf but V is making that extremely hard since he's fueling reader's gaming addiction and reader decides to leave him, albeit very reluctantly

(Angst time)

[Guys, I just got my first job! Didn't think anything would come in so soon since I just got my degree. Dont know when I'll have the time to log on, but I'll miss you. Take care.]

It happened again. This is exactly why you rarely played multiplayer anymore. Time and time again, people would detail their milestones in life, never to be seen again. New career. A baby. The list went on and on and on. It made you think about your life. Quitting your job and leeching off someone who gave you his all to play video games nearly twenty four hours a day. It's pathetic. You're pathetic- but you dont want things to stay this way.

You tried so hard to turn yourself around. Applying to jobs in the area, cutting back on your time online. The jobs never got back to you and V would remind you of a new dlc coming to a game you loved, pulling you right back in. V. You don't want to admit it. You wished for a reality where it wasn't true, but he was your biggest obstacle. His care, as well meaning as it was, was weighing you down and leaving you forever a shell of the person you were growing to be. If you wanted to get better, you'd have to let him go.

"H-hey, V. There's something I need to talk to you about. Before I start, I need to say that it isn't you. I love you, but I can't do this. Maybe, in a few years we can meet up and start over, but for now I-"

You choke. Tears flow in your reflection. You break down, crying over the bathroom sink for the millionth time. Even in practice, you can't stop yourself from falling apart. Your cries rebound against the walls, through the crack in the door where angry eyes watch as you wilt away on the bathroom floor. They're torn between comforting you, and breaking your computer to atoms. As much as it bound you to him, V always knew there was a possibility that it could tear you apart just as easily. He decides to take the third option, and quietly leaves the house.

-

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK."

V slams his fist into the steering wheel. He claws at his skin, picking at his filth ridden body and attempting to relieve his air flow as he hyperventilates. You can't leave him. You can't. He can't go back to watching you from afar, wondering how you feel beneath his touch. Having that beautiful grin directed at him. He felt horrible to see you in so much pain, but he refused to accept fault. To let you go. He just had to ease up, give you some of the freedom you so desperately craved.

-

You're sitting on the couch when he finally returns home. He uncharacteristically quiet. You rise, chewing on your lips.

"V, I-"

He hugs you. "It's okay."

Your eyes water. "No, it's not."

"I was here earlier..." He squeezes you tighter. "I heard everything you said."

By the way he shakes, you can tell he's crying too.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be... Let me help you."

"How can you possibly help?"

"My parents. They own a company. We can get you a job. Mail room, office work, it doesn't matter. We can switch off on the housework, go out more. Please...."

"I don't want to lose you, Y/n."

You crumble, sobbing like a baby as you cling onto him and use his shirt to catch your tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You've done so much for me and I was just going to leave."

V hushes you and rubs circles into your back. "It's okay, baby. You'll get better and everything will be okay. Okay?"

You sniffle as he wipes and kisses away your tears. "Okay..."

"Good. I'm gonna go take a quick smoke, but while I do, you go get dressed so we can actually go out tonight. Sound good?"

"Yeah.." You smile a bit. "It does."

"Good." V kisses your forehead and you part ways. Walking outside and leaning against the railing, he pulls put his phone and dials a number. What he didn't expect was an answer on the first ring."

"Hey, Mom?... Yeah, it's me. Listen, I need you to do me a favor. Can you give my partner a job? Nothing too crazy, just something to keep them on their toes. Give them a couple promotions maybe, then fire them in a few months. The cameras in the main building are up to date, right?"

#V my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere angst #yandere drabble

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Ivy | chapter thirteen

listen to: Exile - Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver |  Six Feet Under - Billie Eilish(playlist here)

warning: violence, blood.

word count: 2.1k

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You frowned slightly when you heard the metal hitting the floor as you closed the water. For a moment, you’d wonder if Rooster had let something fall. Maybe it was his belt. You couldn’t get yourself to care about it as you stepped out of the shower, droplets of water cascading down your skin, but the warmth of the water did little to alleviate the cold, heavy feeling in your heart. 

As you wrapped yourself in a towel, you felt like the bathroom vapor was suffocating you, just like the truth. It weighed so much on your body that you could barely move and open that door. Refusing to look at yourself in the mirror, you gazed at the door. Succumbing to familiarity and the fleeting moments of false comfort that led you to break his heart again, and worse, leading to break Jake’s heart again if he ever found out. 

And then, there was a loud thud coming from outside the bathroom. 

Just like now, sitting in Cyclone’s office, a jolt that snaps you back to reality. 

Cyclone’s hands hit the oak desk so loud that it brought you back. Your gaze focuses on him, catching a glimpse of a furious expression etched upon his face. You look down again; you rather avoid the shame you already feel by looking at your blood-stained white tank top. You remember amidst your own turmoil how you ran through your house as soon as you saw Jake’s dog tags on the floor. 

Barely dressed, you’d hastily put on some sneakers as you finished pulling the white tank top over your head with the first shorts you’d found. Desperation has fueled your every move since you rushed out of the bathroom, your body still slick with moisture. You can still hear your heart pounding, a wild symphony of guilt, love, and fear. 

Even though Cyclone’s barks. 

“I don’t know what the hell that was, but I don’t want to see it here again,” he barks, his nostrils flared. 

He had been going at it for over an hour. Pete and Solomon watching the whole thing as Jake, Bradley, and you are sat down in front of Cyclone’s desk. 

Bradley can feel Maverick’s gaze judging him. His jaw ticks as he fights to remain calm as he watches Cyclone unravel again. His heart is still pounding from the altercation. He has barely felt anything other than anger since he saw the dog tags on your floor. Instead, the only thing that has been playing in his mind is how many times Jake touched you like he did? How many times had the two of you disappeared or called in sick? How many times was he fooled by the both of you? 

He glances momentarily at Jake. He’s in a bad shape, worse than Bradley. The pain etched on Jake’s face as he held the ice pack against his nose. It is not broken. Bradley honestly doesn’t understand why; by the way he hit him, it should be broken. Bradley looks away for a moment, gazing down at his hands. He should’ve hit him harder, he thinks at first. As if hitting him harder would force you to take him back, as if hitting harder would take back time. 

Bradley wishes he could deny it, that the sight of Jake’s injuries state sparks of vindicative satisfaction, a twisted sense of justice in the sea of pain. But deep down, there lies a lingering pang of shame. It was a shame that he allowed himself to be consumed once more by anger, allowing it to dictate his actions, a thing he’d been avoiding since you two broke up. Harming someone who was never truly at fault. It’s a bitter pill to swallow as he sits there. It’s worse when he glances up at you; he can barely look at all the blood-tainted clothes and skin. 

Bradley struggles to find clarity. 

Jake does, too, as he stares at Cyclone. 

He’s the only one looking at him. The only one brave enough to face what he has done. As he sits there, bruised and hurting, he takes every word of his Admiral seriously. He knows he fucked up, and yet, he can’t find it in himself to regret it. Not after everything. 

He’d been so in love with you. He is still so in love with you, that even now, when his whole body is in pain, the thing that hurts the most is the pain in your eyes, mingled with the sense of shame. You can barely look up. You have barely looked at him, not even when he knows that you feel his gaze burning your skin. A part of him wishes that he could hold you, that it wouldn’t be so self-destructive to tell you that everything was fine, that he still wanted you. And then, he thinks again about what just happened. He had been trying to figure it out since the fight. How did Rooster found out?

For a moment, Jake wishes he didn’t love you so much. 

Because it dawns on him that you didn’t tell him. Rooster found out on his own. A tinge of regret creeps into his heart. Loving you, he decided, was a blessing and a curse as he witnessed the aftermath of everything that you’d built. A castle on weak terrain, destined to shattered. Perhaps he shouldn’t have allowed himself to love you so deeply. Acting for self-preservation seemed to be the thing that Jake forgot every time he was close to you. 

“Now, get the fuck out of this office before I discharge all of you for good,” Cyclone barks one last time, the last words ricocheting through his office for so long that you barely register Jake and Bradley standing up. 

And you don’t move. You wanted to stay there and allow them to go their own ways, but as you sat there, you realized for a moment that you were a shell of the person you used to be. The one your father admired, the one your peers came to admire, everything you’d built your character on. 

It was gone. 

Everything inside you felt like it was pulling you down in that chair. All the guilt and shame forced you to stay there. As if you could avoid the thoughts as if you could avoid the truth. As if you could avoid the reality that this confirmed every bad thing you believed about yourself to be true, that now the things you hoped and prayed that never came to light had come. That now everyone knew how awful of a person you were, the real you, and now everyone would despise you for it. 

Even the people you love the most.  

But now, one could despise you more than you despise yourself. Suddenly, you felt someone’s hand pulling you up the chair by your forearm. It jolted you back.

“Kid,” Maverick’s voice as he forced you up made you feel like you could suddenly breathe again. It wasn’t forceful. It wasn’t brutal the way he held you. It felt like your father did when you fell down from your bike when you were a kid, and he was worried for you. That same urgency. 

You glanced at him. 

So many words could’ve been exchanged from that one look. So many that you wouldn’t be able to put them down in writing or ever. 

“Go,”

You don’t want to, and he knows that you don’t want to, but then he gazes at the door, and you follow suit. By the end of the hallway, there’s Rooster and Hangman waiting for you for an explanation. You barely registered your legs moving towards them. It all felt like a dream for you. 

And then it all hits you like a brick. Your blood burns, rushing around your body as your heart pumps erratically as you finally look at them, horrified at their battered and cut faces, all because of you. 

“I am not going to talk about this with you, Bradshaw,” Jake states as he stares at Rooster, his chest puffing up, but you can tell that he is tired. 

You can also tell that he isn’t looking at you and that Bradley refuses to stop. 

“You just had to swipe in, didn’t you, Seresin?” Bradley continues. “You just had to take her away from me the moment I left her when she was the most vulnerable. You took advantage of her, and she believed you,”

Jake feels his body tensing up. 

“I didn’t take advantage of her,” Jake’s voice feels a little bit louder as he gets closer to Bradley. “You are so blind, aren’t you, Bradshaw? She didn’t want you,” his words punctuated by bitterness. 

“And she wants you?” Bradley scoffed. 

“At least I don’t need to claim her,” Jake responded. 

Bradley’s eyes widened for a moment, and your stomach dropped. All too aware of what Jake meant, all too aware of what he was saying. 

“Stop it!” you finally intervened, fighting to keep your tears at bay. Bradley and Jake finally turn towards you, but you can still feel the anger in their eyes. They can’t hold your gaze. The sheer anger won’t let them. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I never,” your voice trembles. “I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to hurt either of you,”

“Hurt?” Bradley asks with a scoff. “Brat, you are fucking breaking us apart,” he spits cruelly at you. Jake remains silent as the words of Bradley settle on you. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been fucking him?” the words come out of Bradley’s mouth like poison. The accusation is hurling at you, piercing your heart, each word carrying a heavy weight of betrayal. 

“It is none of your business,” you decide to answer, voice trembling but tinged with a hint of defiance. 

Bradley shakes his head. Anger simmers within him as he confronts the truth. He glances at Jake for a moment; he’s looking at you in a way that makes his stomach turn. His tongue darts out as he licks his lips while he glances back at you. The way Jake looks at you gnaws at him. It eats him alive. 

He wants to end it. 

“But it is because we had sex last night,” Bradley spats out. 

The revelation of the secret pierces Jake’s heart. He frowns slightly, and he wipes his head towards you. 

“Brat?” he asks, his voice so small and weak. You can feel the betrayal. You can taste it. You gaze back at him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you try your best to feel strong. He knows that you are sorry, but the weight of the confession hangs heavily in the air. Jake looks back at Bradley, and just out of spite, he says it. “The night before you arrived,”

“So, you have been fucking for five months?” Bradley asks in disbelief. 

“Jake, he ended it almost a month ago,” you admit, hoping to dispel the notion that you were still with Jake until last night. And yet, it doesn’t feel any better. It doesn’t fix anything. It just makes it so much worse. 

“Not even you,” Bradley spits out; his anger remains unabated, his words cut deep. “You sure knew how to keep us dangling on a string. Enjoying the attention, the power?”

You frown and shake your head, taking one step closer before he steps back. In his eyes, you become the puppeteer, reveling in the attention and control you hold over them. Nothing farther from the truth. 

“Bradley, you know it is not like that,” the pain etches itself onto your voice as you plead. You want him to understand that your intention was never to play with them, that it was stupid, but you didn’t mean to be cruel. 

But you know that nothing can make it right. 

“So, how is it?”

“I don’t know!” your voice falters, grappling for words. 

The air turns heavier than before, and suddenly, you feel like you cannot breathe. The air is thick with tension, and you can only see the blood and the purple bruises on their faces. The world blurs around you, the words of anger tattoed on your mind as you try to breathe, and your chest turns heavier and heavier. Without a second thought, you turn abruptly and run, your heart pounding in your chest. Each step echoes the urgency of your desire to run away from the emotional battleground behind you, from the chaos you created. 

You want to run away mostly from you. 

As you disappear from the halfway, a lingering question hangs in the air. Both of them can feel it; there’s no need to say it, but Bradley still goes ahead anyway. 

“You know I can make her happier than you ever could, right?” he says. 

Jake shakes his head. 

“Care to prove it?”

an: I was going to say that I was sorry for not posting, okay I am honestly but also, what the hell? I didn't know moving to USA was going to be so fucking hard. What are these prices?? And why everything is so far away! I miss europe a bit. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter because we are back to regular programming. hopefully if this master doesn't kill my vibe.

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TW: VERY DARK AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT (kind of)

Prompt :

He was six

Norm found him with his wrist slit

“Why’d you do this kiddo?”

“I wanted to get rid of the demon blood”

Jakes reaction

Neytiri stitched him up with an unreadable expression

IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMY

I UNDERSTAND, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THIS IF ITS TO DARK!!!😭

oh my fucking god... it hurts so bad, but its so good. I love dark angst, there aren't many places I won't go, so have no worries anon.

head the trigger warnings above, I don't get super graphic, but I don't skid over any details either. disclaimer, mama!neytiri brain worms are liquefying my brain, so this is a little (a lot) neytiri-centric, cause I can't help it, its the worms I swear.

also, there are like 0 resources on na'vi medicine, so I'm just fucking winging it man, I'm gonna pull some shit out of my literal ass and we're all gonna have to just be ok with that. ~~~

norm wishes he could say he was shocked, surprised that this little boy wanted to hurt himself, let alone went through with it. he should have been gutted, more than he was at least, angry, put off, something. but not that its happened, he saw it from a mile away, he should have noticed, should have stopped it. all he felt was guilt, burning up his heart and knotting up his stomach as he put pressure on spiders tiny wrists, holding his lulling body in his arms. spider was just a kid, a baby, but he's muttering about 'getting rid of demon blood' and 'not belonging' and it being 'better off' if he was gone. it was somehow worse in his childish wording, his perfect innocence and naivety only just beginning to crack as the pain in his little chest began to swell.

it had been the odd quietness from spider's 'room' back in the cave marui's that alerted him to something being wrong. spider was quiet, in a way; when he was out playing with the kids he was loud, laughing, face filled with light and joy, even if something cold still glinted in his eyes. but when he was on his own, having been left behind or told off by some adult, human or na'vi alike, for getting in the way, he would sulk off to the little marui by the shack. but even if he would sit amongst himself, playing with the few figures someone had put time aside to make, attempting to weave a new piece of jewelry or basket, mending the sad little knife he wore on his side. he was always doing something, could be heard humming or sniffling, the sound of his knife on the wetstone or the clunking of wooden figures on each other were a constant. so when norm heard nothing but silence, his gut ticked up, the hair on his neck bristled, his legs carried him much farther they would on the average day until he was staring at spider and his little bloody arms and his little bloody knife and his sad little eyes.

it took only a split second for norm to come back to himself, to rush and pick the boy up before he had enough 'sense' to try and back away (spider never wanted trouble, never wanted to get in the way or be a burden, the fact he didn't try and hide worried norm more then it would of if he did, which was even more concerning in its own right).

he just held spider as tight as he could, his big blue hands easily covering his human wrists, trying to think of what he should do. he should say something, other then "its ok" but what does he say? what do you say to a six-year-old who just tried to kill himself, no, no, "get rid of the demon blood" coursing through his veins?

he wasn't going to lecture him, spider made it clear why he did it, comfort wasn't his strong suit. he could just look at his puffy little cheeks, one side of his mask blooded as he had attempted to wipe his cheek on instinct. so he just repeated a mantra of "I'm here" and "it's ok" and "your ok" until he reached the infirmary, trying to prtend he didn't feel spider slipping further and further away with each passing second.

in the flash of just a few seconds fueled by adrenaline alone, he knew he regretted everything. he was spider's caretaker sure, but he was no father, jake wasn't either, and the boy didn't have a single maternal figure to his name. no mother to kiss his brow at night or admire his accomplishments. he had no one, not truly, and norm allowed to happen, was not only complicit in it, but played a direct role in it. now he may not get to make that up, may not be given the chance to step up, to fix this.

he carried spider to the infirmary hut, knowing he would find someone, anyone, there who could help. part of him knew that mo'at had seen something in the child that brought some sort of pity from her, that maybe just this once, spider wouldn't be so alone in her presence.

when he entered the pod, he found mo'at showing neytiri something, explaining different herbs to her, though he didn't pay enough attention to it the lesson to pull out any identifying features of the herbs in question. both turned to look at him when they heard his rapid breathing, their gaze then shifting to the bloody boy in his arms, the ever-so-faint fogging of the glass that made up most of his exopack, and the ghostly parlor of spider's skin.

"put him down," mo'at commanded, before norm could even speak, clearing her pallet in an instant, "what happened to him?" her voice was firm, almost knowing.

"he...cut himself...intentionally...I don't know how long ago, but I found him in his pod alone and brought him right here."

"intentionally?" neytiri hissed, removing the boy from his arms when he couldn't get himself to comply with the order and holding him so she could listen to the weakening beat of his heart. she tied turniquotes around his upper forearm with the strands of clothing handed to her by her mother, absent-mindedly rocking the little thing where he rested held between her free-er arm and her chest, when the last bits of his consciousness were directed to fussing, no doubt from the pain. she couldn't bring herself to bind them too tight, just enough to control the bleeding, her hands and a bit of cloth could handle the rest.

(mo'at almost lectured her, but she saw that look in her daughter's eyes and knew it would be pointless, a mama bear gets what she wants)

norm had never seen the protective fire in her eyes, normally directed at her children, burn so bright for spider in the last few years she had known him. it scared him, it felt so unnatural that the very gaze he had learned to trust in most cases, froze him like a deer in headlights.

but that question, the tone of it, made his gut sink. how did he explain this, spider was just a baby, and he had slit his own wrists. that on its own was gut-wrenching, but the reason? Eywa have mercy.

"he said... he said he wanted to get rid of his demon blood, so he... he used his own knife and cut his wrists... its a common form of self harm back on earth, to cut yourself, but I don't even know how he would know to do that, why he would do it... I know why, but..." norm felt defeated. he should have seen something.

the look on neytiri's face made him want to tuck his tail between his legs and run off. she placed spider down as gently as one could, face scrunched up with pain and anger as she keeps pressure on both of spider's wrists.

"get jake, he is with the young hunters." she spoke quietly, her voice almost bitter. she didn't know if she blamed him, if she was angry with him, she barely understand how to feel about spider harming himself. all she knew is that he had just given her some of the most heartwrenching news she had heard in her life, so he was getting some of her mirth. norm nodded, racing off with his tail tucked between his legs, only hesitating to take another worried glance at the boy.

neytiri took a deep breath before turning to her mother. "he will need stitches, right?" she had never dealt with an injury quite like this before, the conscious effort in the wound made it clean and to the point, unlike a wound in battle. it strived to do quick, efficient damage, and now, either because she could barely let herself think straight, or because she genuinly didn't know, she couldn't think of the best way to treat it.

"yes, my daughter, but that is the least of his worries. he cut a large vein, those are very difficult to mend, stopping the bleeding will be difficult. he's already lost quite a bit of blood, so we need to be careful. the best thing would be to put a root paste to help clot the bleeding, wrap it up, and stitch it later." mo'at turned to her morter and pestle as she spoke, mixing different herbs, berries, and roots into a dark brown, almost purple, paste.

neytiri, nodded absently, while she picked through the basket at her side for bundles of lumped fibre and soft cloth to hold against his arms. luckily for him, while he did manage to do some damage and with the help of the tourniquets, one wrist had already stopped bleeding a fair bit, and the other was manageable.

in the silence of the hut, her mother working quietly behind her, turning every once and a while to check his breathing or giving her a tincture to clean his wounds with, neytiri was left to think.

demon blood.

he had done this because of the words she and so many spat at the sight of him. he had tried to rid himself of his sins, the sins of his father, the sins of his people; but were they really his to begin with? what had he done, in his six years of life, to have earned the hate he received? was the blood he carried in his veins enough to justify pushing a child to this?

no, she decided, no it was not.

seeing him so pale and lifeless in norms arms woke something in her, something deep in her gut, maternal rage coursing through her with something vicious, and even if she didn't deserve it after all she had done to him, pushed him to do, her heart was attempting to claim his as her own, and she didn't know what to do with that feeling. then she realized, that the maternal drive that prowled in her stomach like a thanator ready to pounce, not only saw the world as a threat, but saw her as a threat.

her mother handed her the salve and she was grateful for anything to do to take her mind off of the few revelations she managed to have while waiting.

"put more of the salve where the bleeding is stronger, then wrap it tight, be careful to not make it so tight it takes off his hand." the older woman guided, watching over her daughters work.

neytiri scooped it out bit by bit, slowing rubbing it onto the wounds while her mother blotted away the blood, her ears dipping whenever the boy his with pain or tried to pull away. she just wanted to make him better, to take him up into her arms and tell him it was alright like she would if he was one of her own children. but she knew she couldn't, he would wake up and see the monster who filled his little mind with such awful thoughts of himself, that he would be just as scared of her as he always was, and that she could bring him no comfort. so he was extra gentle as she finished off the paste, and held him like delicately as she wrapped the bandage around his wrists, gushing him gently each time he cried out, combing back his hair when she felt she was finished.

then jake came barreling in, breaking up the delicate silence that for a single second allowed her to believe it was just a normal day, that the new found fantasy of just being able to mother this child was true, that allowed spider to lay in peaceful sleep with her shawl over him. norm was trying to hush him, before he woke the baby, but there was no stopping jake, not when his face was full of pain and anger, looking as if he would plow down a titanothere just to get to spider.

neytiri knew jake had taken to spider more than he had let on, but the beast in her belly screamed that he hadn't done enough either, that he didn't earn the right to worry either. but she hushed it, knowing neither had the right to claim anything, not even over each other.

"ma'jake, quiet, or you will wake him and... he will be in pain. so let him sleep while he can," she attempted to soothe quietly, resisting every urge to just scoop him up when jakes loud entry did in fact stir him.

jake sat across from her, his hand resting on spider's chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of the boy's chest. "did he really?" he asked, eyes begging for her to tell him it wasn't true. she knew he would much rather hear of a freak accident over this, but she couldn't give him that mercy.

"yes, it would seem so." her voice was short, worn, despite barely saying a word this whole time.

jake crumpled a little, much more on the inside then he attempted to let show on the outside. neytiri was used to it, jake dealing with it all on the inside, bottling it up till he burst. she placed her hands over his, both of them being reassured by spider's breathing.

"but he is still here, we can and will help him. we will make sure he never feels this way again. I will right my wrongs, I will treat him as he has always deserved, and I hope one day he can forgive me. you will do the same. for now we just have to wait." she spoke gently, still worried about waking spider. she was partly talking to herself, making the promise she had worked her mind to final, she swore it on eywa. she saw jakes eyes finally close, knocking the tears he had been fighting to keep in down his cheeks.

he nodded, slumping into a lazy, defeated-looking, criss-cross position, talking spider's little hand in his, using the wet cloth from mo'at to clean the blood from his finger, the calloused palms of his hands, his muscle-toughened arms.

jake was no stranger to this, to harming yourself, even if he had never taken a blade to his wrists. trying to imagine that pain in such a little body terrified him. how was he supposed to wrap his head around little spider, the stray cat amongst the village, always smiling and laughing, always trying to help everyone, always up in trees or tussling with his kids, his blonde hair like streaks of the sun running about the village, battling such demons. he tried to imagine what he must have been feeling when he took his knife to his wrist. was he scared? relieved? confused? was he desperate and looking for a way out?

no, no norm said that spider wanted to get rid of his "demon blood" which as somehow more nauseating. it was their faults, him, norm, neytiri, The People. they hurt this child or they let it happen. they expected him to take every glare, every spit of acid, everything he was forced to endure, and to still remain a happy child. jake never once stopped to think what effect that may have on him, and now he was paying for it.

he ached, spider was small, he could fit in jakes hands even at 6 years old. he was drowning in neytiri's shawl even if on her, it would barely cover her upper arms, he had just started fitting his exopack a little less than a year ago. he was still just a baby, and they almost let his life end. had norm not found him, he would be dead, still and cold in his makeshift marui, in a pool of his own blood. the image that accompanied the thought that flashed in his made him feel sick. even with all that he denied feeling about the boy, no matter how hard he tried to push him away, no matter what he let him go through, the thought of spider dying, especially like that, alone and scared and in pain, terrified him. to have a child die for any preventable reason, was a disgrace on The People, especially their chief of all people.

chief.

he should have been the example. he should have led his people to find love for a defenseless child who wanted only to be loved and accepted. he had failed.

he let a finger caress the side of spiders face, along the edge of spider's mask, lightly pulling at the curly baby hairs that rested there,

"will he be alright?" he didn't know who he was asking, norm or mo'at. both would have very different opinions, norm more literal, mo'at more spiritual. he didn't know which he wanted.

"physically, yes. he is lucky, his blade was simple, his hand faltered, and he didn't seem to have a death wish. he didn't do too much damage, its manageable. emotionally jakesuli? time will tell." mo'at was the one to speak, the look on norms face spoke the his fear of setting neytiri off like he almost had earlier.

neytiri looked to her mother with a pain expression, her tail beating nervously where is laid near spiders head, ears still folded back.

"his mind is plauged with pain and desperation, things no child should even be aware of. he was driven to harm himself, in ways that will be permanent. it will be our actions going forward that determine his future. I fear if we do not undo the damage now, we will lose him in the years to come... what I fear more and that the damage has been done and cannot be undone. we can only hope for the former/"

neytiri damn near let out a cry, turning from her mother, eyes clenched as tears welled up in them. she found jakes arms, both leaning over spider like a makeshift shelter. just like they should have his whole life, they should have shielded him from the world, protected him from the hate of others. spider stirred once more, and this time jake couldn't resist the urge to scoop him up.

spider looked up at both of them, his little eyes tired and glossy, something small and painful in his gaze. he began to wiggle out of jakes hold, balling up nervously, but when neytiri grazed fingers through his hair, he stopped. this was the one thing he had ever wanted, deep down. not to be accepted, not to be one with the people, not even to be na'vi. he just wanted to be held, loved, by a mother, any mother. with his judgment too clouded by all his emotions, the desperation, the pain, even the blood loss, and maybe and even simpler reason being just being a child; spider let her hold him. he couldn't think about her years of neglect, the harsh words, and harsher glares, not in that moment, that could come later. right now, he needed a mother, and neytiri was willing, so he sunk into her hold, welcoming the embrace of either parent.

the road to spider's recovery would be long and hard. jake and neytiri had a lot to make up for, to apologize for, holding onto their guilt for years as they waited for spider to reach an age were their apologies would actually mean something to him. he would have to be watched constantly, habits would be broken, tears would be cried. things would never be 100%, there would always scars and phantom pain, but that was ok.

~~~

a note for my regulars; I'm back, maybe sorta kinda. I've hit a rough patch with my adhd, I can't do thoughts, or social interaction really, but I'm starting to bounce back, so more regular posting may return shortly.

#I have such a hard time writing norm for whatever reason #which is why I found every excuse to not have to write dialogue for him #sorry norm <3 #also #I'm a bitch for the “neytiri having her eyes opened to motherhood/mothering spider in response to him getting hurt/sick” trope #its got me in a literal chokehold #its so good and so angsty #and neytiri's mama bear instinct vs logic fighting to the death #shes having a mild crisis #more like major. but potato patato #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #neytiri #jake sully #norm spellman #mo'at #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

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honestly, it's so funny to me when someone tells me "don't use such hateful language Krishna wouldn't like it and u will be no better than these people"

like girl i never said i was a good person myself lol and i don't care if it makes me same as them but if i see a mf making r4pe jokes, defending violence against women and men, s3xually assaulting someone and talking smack about my lover Krishna, i will tell them to k/ll themselves, i will break their jaws and stab them if i need to and i will use the nastiest of the nasty disturbing as fuck nightmare fuel language to scare them away if i have to.

Would Krishna like it? probably not. Will that make me stop? no. I am sorry but i am ready to take a tour of hell for this if i need to. Heck, I'll even ask Krishna to take me there idc. I be like "arre aap hi le chlo yarr", but i will not stop because what the fuck u mean Krishna will accept me if i let someone get assaulted right in front of my eyes? no tf he wouldn't. He'd be disappointed damn. He'd rather gladly accept a murderer who killed a r4pist than a coward who wanted to follow fake kindness and dharma and sat there watching someone get assaulted.

Yeah i do feel bad after I'm done being a hater and a bad person. When i go to sleep i feel bad for all the bad words i said the whole day and the worst wishes i threw at those mfs cause i know at the end even i will get results of this Karma of mine but then i just go back to sleep and forget about it all the next day lol. I could care less about being a kind hearted soft spike sweet sugary pop person. it is out of syllabus for me especially in this economy. everywhere i see nowadays all i see is monsters and only monsters who think dark jokes are jokes about r4ping women and children, beating women and children, murdering women and children. all i see is monsters who believe it is very sigma alpha beta gama of them to call women bitches and degrade them every possible way. all i see is monsters who believe it's okay to throw hands at men since that's justifiable and monsters who make fun of men who got assaulted because god forbid a man did not enjoy someone putting their hands on his body without his consent.

I mean if we're all becoming monsters then at least I'll be a monster with some morals lol.

But anyways i wrote this whole post just to tell u my fellow haters that don't feel bad for being a hater because those people deserve the hatred. someone tells u to stop saying stuff like "ur God wouldn't like u talking like that" tell them to shut up and mind their OWN business cause MY GOD is MY BUSINESS and him liking or disliking my attitude is also MY BUSINESS. As long as I'm not hating people for literally no reason he don't care.

#krishna #hindu mythology #hindudeity #lord krishna #krishna incorrect quotes

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #04 the fall of the empire.

synopsis: over the past ten years you've fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it's clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc's

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex's, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

𐦍 word count: 1.9k

masterlist ▸ 003. two robots fell in love. ▸ 04.5 plan b?

Throwing your phone onto your couch, you let out the biggest sigh your body could manage to put out.

How did things manage to get so out of hand so quickly?

First Joshua and now Minnie, maybe karma really had it out for you this time.

In need of a distraction you started cleaning your apartment, scrubbing off any scuffs and dirt that accumulated from your past. It was something you wished you could do in your personal life, just scrub out all of the bad shit and only move forward.

After spending hours cleaning out the grout from the shower and throwing away old memories from your past in fear that they'd come back to haunt you, a knock came on the front door.

You almost pretended to not hear it, just hoping that whoever decided to show their face to you would just save themselves and walk away, but the knocking persisted.

"Look, I don't really feel like- Oh my god, Seokmin."

His puppy dog eyes stared at you as a greeting and his long arms held a basket full of your favorite things, homemade lemonade, popcorn, cherry sour straws, and even a small stuffed animal.

"Sorry, I tried to text you but you hadn't replied and I got worried. I can just drop this off and let you be alone."

"No, please stay. Thank you for coming over, I just didn't feel like answering my phone anymore."

"Have people been talking about the twitter?"

"Yeah, I got about a thousand text messages from everyone, none that I've opened. Joshua, Jeonghan, Mingyu.. I mean it's fucking insane."

"Well, we can both ignore our phones and watch some rom-coms? I even brought a bag full of mini alcohol bottles and stuff to bake brownies."

Seokmin sniffed the air as he removed his coat and sneakers, stepping into your apartment.

"Stress cleaning?"

"Yeah, I just felt like washing away bad energy."

"Don't worry, I showered before I came."

"Shut up."

Seokmin took it upon himself to pre-heat your oven and get started mixing the ingredients for the chocolate mixture. Trying to find a way to ask you about how you felt, but not wanting to pry.

"Look, we can talk about it, Seok. It's okay."

"No, I just feel bad. I mean everything you wrote is private, you're not entitled to have anyone know your dirty secrets and it's just not fair."

"That's exactly what, Minghao texted me. I think I'm over trying to find out who did it, like maybe if I don't add fuel to the fire and act like it doesn't bother me. I can forget about it. It can't get much worse than it already is."

"Don't let Minnie bother you, y/n. She's just upset, it'll blow over."

"I guess."

Passing time with Seokmin felt like exactly what you needed, he was able to take your mind off of anything negative that was going on, part of his basket you didn't see were the set of matching pajamas with both of your favorite Sanrio characters embroidered on the front. He told you he was saving them for a special day, but today was the perfect time to bring them.

Now with warm brownies made and Seokmin's famous lemonade you sit cuddled on your couch, watching the intro to 10 things I hate about you plastered on the big LED screen.

Your phone buzzed on the table, waking you from being zoned out. a name flashed on the screen, one that wasn't a threat to how happy you've felt the past few hours, Minghao.

"Seok, is it okay that I invited someone?"

"Oh, who is it?"

"Well, Minghao texted me and wanted to hangout. I don't feel like I should shut him out just because of what happened."

"Are you going to tell him to call his dogs off?"

"Yeah, I think I will at least for now."

"Minghao's always been nice, he'll understand."

"I hope so."

After another half hour of watching Kat fall in love with Patrick on your screen and singing along with Seokmin to the movie soundtrack a knock came from your front door.

Unwrapping yourself from the warmth of your friend, you crawled off the couch wrapped in a blanket and ran to answer it.

"I thought I told you not to wear something nice?"

Minghao was dressed in a cozy pair of cargo sweats and a big hoodie, carrying a larger than normal leather tote bag.

"Well, I wasn't about to show up in my boxers. I like your pajamas though."

"Thank you, Seokmin brought them for me. We got matching ones, sort of silly I know. You may laugh."

"No, they look cute. I brought you guys some snacks and wine as a sorry for intruding."

Seokmin's loud voice cheered from your couch.

"Wow, Minghao. If someone doesn't snatch you up soon I might have to. Hi, by the way."

Minghao took your previous spot on the couch, next to Seokmin getting him with a cute handshake.

"How is everything guys?"

"Well, good now. Y/N had sort of a rough morning."

"Yeah, I saw the posts. Did something happen?"

"Well, Minnie freaked out on me of course and I told her to move out. So, I had just been cleaning before Seok came and rescued me."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. It happens I guess."

Seokmin forced Minghao to let you sit in between the middle of them after noticing you searching around the room for the best place to sit.

"Come on, loser."

Your butt found its perfect missing piece sitting between two of your friends both new and old.

"Should we watch Twilight? Minghao's never seen them."

"You've never seen Twilight? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Minghao's eyes opened wider than you had ever seen them, probably embarrassed that the two of you made this little moment about him.

"Stop acting like that's the weirdest thing ever? You guys are crazy."

"Oh my god, you're going to love this Hao."

Seokmin queued up the movie, watching the title sequence splash across the screen as you watched Minghao experience the blue toned film for the first time, catching glimpses at him at all of your favorite parts.

After the movie ended Seokmin was sleeping up against your side, cutely snoring. You tried to subtly remove yourself from him without scaring the daylights out of the by, you woke him up, Minghao was already up and next to your side helping you move the sleeping puppy into your bedroom, so he could get a good nights sleep.

"Thank you."

"I should, get going."

"Oh no, stay here. You can either stay on the couch or you can take Minnie's room, I changed the sheets already."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'll probably stay up for a while, I have some shit to take care of."

"Are you sure, I'm not intruding?"

"No, shut up. It's late and raining stay here."

"Okay, I'll stay wherever. Thank you."

"No please, stay in the extra room. It's more comfy."

"I think you should, the couch is nice and warm anyway. I like the fireplace."

With a nod you grabbed Minghao a few pillows and an extra toothbrush and snuck away to the room that used to belong to Minnie, packing away her stuff as a final gesture to someone you used to call your best friend.

Minghao, walked through the closed doorway to find you sitting on your wooden floor, tears drying up on your cheeks, looking at photos of your friends.

He placed the two glasses of red wine, beside you and bent to sit criss cross adjacent to you.

"Sorry I woke you up."

"No, you didn't actually. I was just reading on my phone, I usually go to bed pretty late."

"Oh, okay. This is pathetic isn't it?"

"What? Being upset? No, it isn't."

"No, just me, crying over this. I mean I made most of this mess in the first place and here I am crying over people I hurt no matter how badly they hurt me before. I mean, seeing Mingyu and Minnie hanging out, Joshua and Mimi, I just like am making myself a victim when I'm also to blame."

"Y/n, you are a victim in this too. It maybe doesn't feel like it, but just because you hurt someone doesn't mean they get to hurt you back."

"I guess."

"Does Minnie and Mingyu being alone together bug you?"

"No, she's right as much as I hate to admit it. It can't bother me they're friends too, I guess I just didn't see that coming.

Minghao pics up a polaroid photo of you and Joshua wearing matching college sweatshirts, dated September 15.

"Was this your first day of classes?"

Your laugh came after a couple of sniffles, admiring the smiling pair in the photos.

"Yeah, our mom's were best friends growing up and naturally so were we. We got accepted into the same university, so our first day they took far too many pictures of us. I wonder why Minnie has it?"

"Maybe, by mistake?"

"Yeah, maybe. I normally keep all my pictures in a box under my bed."

Something in your gut was telling you that Minnie having that picture of you in her room wasn't by mistake, but you chose to shove it down continuing your trip down memory lane with Minghao.

"Oh my god."

Minghao held up a picture of you, you were standing with Minnie at a halloween party outside with drinks in hand, dressed up as sexy bottles of ketchup and mustard.

"No, that's so embarrassing throw it away."

You tried to grab the picture out of Minghao's grip as he was sprawled across the floor giggling over you dressed up with a red cone on your head.

"I didn't think Ketchup could be so sexy, y/n."

"Shut up, that's awful. I don't even remember that. I look so stupid."

"No you look nice, actually very original for the sexy girl costume trope."

"Ha- Ha, very funny."

Minghao handed you your glass of wine, laughter now dying out as you sat in silence surrounded by polaroids of your past.

"Can I tell you something, y/n?"

"Yeah, always."

"Well, I found out where the first tweet was posted from, not me actually, Wonwoo. It came from your wifi network, so whoever posted it was in your apartment that first night."

A pit came to your gut, the same apartment you were in now, the walls suddenly looked darker and you decided on chugging the alcohol in front of you.

"Do you know anything else?"

"No, just that the network assigned was yours."

"Can we maybe, stop sleuthing just for awhile? I don't know what to do anymore. I'm really thankful you guys wanted to help me, I just, I get a feeling there's more to this that I don't know or even want to find out right now."

Minghao just shook his head, holding up the bottle of wine asking you if you needed more, which of course you obliged.

"Want to watch something with me?"

"More twilight?"

"No, not more twilight. Seokmin wouldn't be happy to miss that. Maybe, Princess Diaries?"

"I love that movie."

"Me too, come on."

You crawled into the bed, tapping the covers asking him to sit next to you.

"Turn the light off, come on I don't bite."

"Can I confess something embarrassing? I used to think the brother in this movie was someone from the Beatles."

"Oh my god, me too. And that the mom from the parent trap was Princess Diana."

Minghao laughed, reliving a part of his childhood climbing into the bed next to you, afraid to get too close.

You on the other hand were as comfortable as ever, cuddling under the covers, clutching a pillow in your lap watching Anne Hathaway on screen.

By the time Mia was getting her makeover Minghao and you were sleeping peacefully side by side.

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Anytime | Kensei Muguruma x Reader |

author's note: this hurt a little bit to write lmao and i apologize in advance if it hurts you too

pairing: kensei muguruma x fem!reader

warnings: reader and kensei are divorced, a little bit of angst and jealousy

"I'm on my way."

It rings in your head, over and over, as you sit on the side of the road and wait for your ex-husband to come save you. Stomach a pit and each and every nerve wired and frayed, tears nearly brim in your eyes at the anticipation of his arrival. Being stuck on the side of a road you're sure hasn't seen a single driver on it in at least a week is one thing, and it's another when you've got three flats and an ex-husband with a hefty I told you so locked and loaded.

Your divorce with Kensei was finalized over two years ago, but the sad fact remains that he's the most important person in your life, and vice versa— which is why you informed him of this last-minute road trip, only to be warned against it.

"I don't think your car can handle that trip. Put it off until I can make sure everything is functioning properly."

And like a fool, you neglected to take it seriously and off you went to the festival. Perhaps it's why you had as great of a time as you did— karma was evidently waiting with a dish best served cold.

Your heart jumps at the sight of a black Silverado truck pulling up. He hates that damn truck, much preferring his fuel-efficient Elantra, but you've left him with no choice today. You're so distraught you can't even take much time to appreciate those long legs of his as he steps out of the truck; sometimes you wonder how you could be divorced from the most handsome man you've ever known.

Dressed in jeans with the platinum chain you'd gotten him many moons ago attached, boots and a black button down shirt, your gut tells you he was busy when you called. Looking so fine… He was on a date, wasn't he?

It burns.

With a resounding sigh, you meet him in the halfway distance between your cars. Kensei's never been particularly talkative and mouthy unless angry, and though there's certainly some simmering beneath the surface, he's calmer than you initially expected. He passes you a bottle of water and a protein bar before going to inspect the damage, subsequently sighing and rubbing his temples with his long fingers. "I'm amazed that your luck is so shit that you only got three flats so your goddamn insurance wouldn't cover it."

"I'm still trying to figure out how I only got three."

"Divine intervention." Kensei mutters bitterly and starts to roll up his sleeves past the delicious forearms that once would hold you up against the inferno that is the rest of his body at night. "When's the last time you even got these rotated, let alone changed?"

"I don't even know what having them rotated means."

Kensei sucks in a sharp, irritated breath and steels himself; it'll do no good to get upset this early into the project. He just… Wishes you fucking listened to him. About anything, at this point. "New rule. Get it done every time you get an oil change." And thank God your car is one that will bug the hell out of you about your service interval— he doesn't want to consider what your oil and other fluids would be like otherwise.

"Okay." You mumble and crack open the water, taking a long pull from the cold drink. It's refreshing and perfect, pulling your spirits up just a tad as you start to feel a little bit better physically.

"Eat that protein bar." Your ex-husband demands, heading for the bed of his truck and lowering the tailgate. He's got everything he needs for the swap— including time. "I know you, you little shit. You're running on a refresher from six hours ago and had a hearty helping of hopes and dreams to eat, didn't you?"

You scowl as you chew the protein bar. It's terrible, like every protein bar you've ever tried, but at least he got one that doesn't make you want to vomit. "I didn't call you here so you could lay into me about my eating habits."

Kensei's brown eyes cut to you as he lowers a tire to the ground. "You rather me go off about the rest of the shit you got yourself into now, then? 'Cause I was saving it for later."

Rolling your eyes, you look away from the man you married six years ago. He huffs and resumes himself, setting up a workstation and prepping your car to start swapping the new tires on. You find a spot nearby him, settling down onto the lawn chair you took to the festival as he begins cracking off lugnuts. Sparing a glance your way, Kensei feels a bit of a tug at his heart despite his rage. You may be his ex-wife, but you've never been bad to him a day in his life. "How long did you sit here before you called me?"

"About two hours." You sigh, finishing the water after forcing the protein bar down. "I tried to get my insurance to help me. They wanted to charge even more because it's a Sunday and I just don't have the money for all that. I considered just camping out for a night and having them come out tomorrow, but…"

Kensei shakes his head. He was waiting for your call or text announcing you were back home; that plan would never fly as long as he's in your life. "We gotta get you a new insurance policy, babe. You're done paying for one that would leave a woman stranded like that."

"Yes sir."

Silence settles in for a while as you watch Kensei work. A light bead of sweat trickles from his temple to his neck, and then he tosses his tools down to carefully slip the buttons open and take off his shirt. If it's somehow possible, his biceps are bigger than they used to be. Leaving himself in a white tank top, he tosses the shirt your way. "Keep that clean for me, yeah?"

"Mhm." You slip into the oversized shirt, his handsome smelling cologne flooding your senses. He's not slick at all; it's chilly out in this wasteland, and rather than simply ask if you're cold, he'd rather ensure you won't be.

His unstoppable air of authority wraps you up, even now.

"Were you busy?" Tumbles out of your mouth after the beat of silence lasts too long. He's finished one tire already and it's really hit you how much you relied on him during your marriage.

It's no wonder he didn't fight to salvage it.

"No." He lies through his teeth and it's easy. Just a little too easy.

It's no wonder you served him divorce papers.

Huffing softly, your brow draws together. "Yeah, right. You got dressed all nice just to come bail me out? Bullshit. I'm smarter than you give me credit for, Ken."

"And yet, you went on this trip without getting your car checked out." Kensei snaps right back, irritation creeping up and warming his neck and ears. "If you didn't wanna wait for me, fine! Why not take it to Abarai's place?" He's got a point— You've known Renji for years now, and he'd always make time for a friend, his business needs be damned. He'd have it done in a day, easy.

Still, the embarrassment of being scolded like this lights your temper. "I told you, Ken, this trip was not planned. I had a friend up north mention the festival and we decided to go to it and meet up."

"Even if I accept that answer, which I don't, there's no reason for you to let your car get this bad! I don't even wanna look under the hood! Why do I always have to take care of your shit for you?? Time and time again, you fuck up and then you call me to bail you out!"

Your eyes widen with a series of blinks. He doesn't sound pissed as much as he's simply… Tired. Upset. Kensei being angry or frustrated is not foreign to you— on his surface, it's the only emotion he knows. But as his wife, you saw the softer side of his feelings. He does get sad, he does cry and he does have bad days like anyone else. And as you take in his tirade… The realization hits that those glimpses of his belly showing were almost entirely gone by the time of your separation.

That marriage was already doomed by the time you attempted to save it. Serving the papers to him wasn't supposed to do anything but show his true colors— he'd fight for you, or he'd give up. And Kensei chose the latter.

"Ken." You murmur carefully. "What were you doing when I called you?"

Kensei throws the tools down, rubbing his hands over his face. "I was on a date."

You'd rather have been left on the road to die than hear him say those words to you. The sinking feeling in your stomach threatens to send that protein bar back up just at the thought of him sitting at a restaurant with another woman, treating her in the same ways he'd treated you way back when. Kensei dating isn't unusual, per se. He's a single man, attractive and still quite young…

But he's yours.

"And you came for me?"

Kensei's hands drop to his lap. "For better or worse, babe: that's the promise I made you."

"The wedding vows don't particularly mean shit after the divorce." Tears of shock and hurt fill your eyes, though you refuse to blink and let them fall. He will not make you cry again, ever, but… The turn of your head to look away from him sure does accidentally force them out.

Kensei drops his head— he hates it when you cry, and hates himself for being the reason. He should've just lied again, brushed it off and moved onto the next flat. It wouldn't have worked though; the guilt he shoulders when he lies to you eats him alive, and it triples due to the look on your face when he does lie. You know he's not telling the truth, every time he tries it.

"I don't know why you think I'm the type of man to leave any woman stranded, much less you. You're the exception to every rule I have, always have been."

Your lip wobbles. It's true, you've always been the one to break Kensei's rules. He said he didn't date coworkers. But he dated you. He said he wasn't after a serious relationship. He married you. He said you shouldn't see each other after the divorce. Yet, he was calling and asking how you were doing not even a week later.

He's always loved you.

It's quiet for a while, and eventually Kensei gets back to the entire reason he's here. Clouds are rolling in, and he'll be damned if he gets caught in the middle of a rainstorm right now. His chest cavity feels empty and he wants nothing more than to crawl into his bed and sleep these horrible feelings away.

"Why?" You ask after a while, your few tears mostly faded now.

Stop, stop, stop! Stop asking questions, stop crying over your ex-husband moving on!!

"Why what?" Kensei mutters as he torques the lugnuts on the second tire.

You sigh to yourself, a beat of silence taking over again. Kensei's amber eyes flick over to you, snuggled into his shirt and avoiding his gaze as you curl into your chair. You're at war with yourself, that mental battle clear as day on what he can see of your face. His heartstrings tug, and next thing he knows he's wiping his hands and kneeling in front of you, cupping your cheek in his hand so you'll look at him.

His thumb swipes away a small tear. "Babe. Talk to me. You're not gonna feel better otherwise."

Your chest heaves at his touch, at his sincere eyes and warmth that keeps you so in love with him even now as a shudder wracks your entire body. "You keep your promises to me. You're always there when I need you. But why didn't you fight for our marriage?"

Kensei's silver brows raise before knitting together. "You wanted to leave. I wouldn't force you to stay if you weren't happy."

"I wanted you to care! I wanted my husband to tell me he still loved me and that we could work it out, but you didn't! You let me leave without so much as asking why!"

Kensei withdraws his hand. "Of course I cared! Does this—" He gestures back to your car. "Look like I don't care?? You had my whole heart in your palm, and you broke it! But I still come for you! All I want is for you to be safe and happy, and if it's not with me, so be it! You matter more to me than I ever have!"

"I've never wanted anybody else." Your eyes burn with fresh tears. You've never so much as entertained another guy for a potential date, let alone go out with someone after the divorce. There's nothing but your love for Kensei stopping you, but foolishly you hoped he would do the same; how unrealistic and unfair of you.

How many dates has he been on with this woman? Has he kissed her yet? The entire idea makes you want to scream and cry and cuss an innocent woman out for banging your husband. Ex or not, he's still so much of your heart that to lose him would ruin you.

"Then why divorce me?" He murmurs, standing and stepping back. The clouds are darkening, and he feels a hefty drop on his shoulder. "Why put me through a divorce if you wanted to stay together?!"

Anger boils inside your stomach, blood churning at an incredible pace as you rocket out of the lawn chair and fill the space he's created between you. "Why not fight?! If you love me as much as you keep saying, why didn't you fucking try?!"

"I already told you!" Kensei yells right back. "You wanted to go! So I let you go, because it's what you fucking said you wanted! You ended our marriage over a goddamn test, like the six years we spent together were some kinda fucking joke to you. You can't accuse me of not caring when you ended a four year marriage over petty shit!"

"I gave you a choice, Ken! I served the papers, but you signed them." You poke his chest harshly as two raindrops bounce against your forehead.

"I'm not having this argument with you; the shit's been said and done with for almost three years." Kensei turns his back to you as the rain starts a steady fall to swap out the last tire and get the hell away from you.

"Is she pretty?" It's beyond petty, so stupid and childish but you've got to know. If he likes this woman, or God forbid loves her, you'll never call him again. You'll die cold and alone before even considering reaching out to him, as an ex-wife to an ex-husband should.

Kensei stops in his tracks. "Yeah."

"Do you love her?"

"Never."

"Why?"

Kensei looks up at the sky, the gray clouds swirling as the rain descends. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and it's the same as always every time he's left to gaze at the back of his eyelids— you and him on the night of your wedding, laying together in bed and giggling like teenagers at the prospect of your happy life together starting.

He turns, white tank top half soaked as he comes back to you and holds your face like porcelain. This beautiful face drives me crazy… "Nobody's ever gonna be able to be you."

You whimper and a fresh set of tears mixes in with the rain as Kensei leans down and kisses you, his passion so pent up that he's picking you up and pressing you to his truck before you can make heads or tails of anything. His shirt is swiftly bunched into your hand as the surprise subsides and the gratification fills you to the brim, your lips and tongue sliding with Kensei's in a messy reunification. Too long, it's been too long since you had this, since you felt his warmth on you and reveled in it.

His silver hair is silky between your fingers and he groans as you massage his scalp with your nails. He's always been a bit like a cat in that sense. Your legs around him and his arms around you tighten as you urge your bodies closer, leaving no room for even Jesus now. The rain pours around you, leaving you drenched by the time you've got no choice but to pull back, lest you die making out with your ex-husband.

All in all, not the worst way to go.

Kensei kisses your cheek gently, his lips lingering as he maneuvers to open the door to the passenger seat and shield you from the onslaught of rain. Peppering small kisses while he wipes the rain from your face, he turns the truck on and sets the heater up to keep you from getting sick.

He strips himself of his tank top once he's left you safely in the truck, tossing it in the truck bed before running to finish up the last tire change with this lucky break in the rain. Your fingers come to touch your tingling, smiling lips and you close your eyes as the space of Kensei's truck encompasses you.

By the time Kensei's back, his tools and your old tires all loaded up, you're beyond sleepy. Scooping you into his arms, your husband walks slowly and kisses your temple as he carries you to your car. "C'mon. Time to go home."

You steal a kiss off his lips, and by the time you're back in town, you weigh every option as you sit at a red light behind Kensei. Taking the next turn leads you home, but going straight will bring you right to Kensei's apartment building.

The light turns green.

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei imagine #kensei x reader #kensei x you #bleach imagine #bleach x reader #bleach x you #x reader #reader insert #it's open ended but i'm sure y'all can guess what route i'm personally taking!!

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where emily is making brat!reader sit on her face while r has an attitude so emily forces r to state all the reasons why she has an attitude and what she can do to fuck the attitude out of her and if r stop talking emily stops eating r out and slaps her ass, in a way of telling r to keep talking or else emily would stop all together. - 🐦

Fuck away the attitude18+

*Authors note~ this is a delicious idea  and I honestly haven't been able to get it out of my mind for such a long time now*

Trigger warnings~brat r dom em face sitting edging oral sex toys strap on degrading praise

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Truly, you weren't sure why you'd been so much of a brat today. Teasing her the whole day while you were working in the field probably wasn't the best idea for you but you couldn't help but tease the woman. Now though, now you were wishing earlier you knew when to shut the heck up. Emily had your arms chained to the bed frame while she lay underneath you. Lapping at your cunt as you were edged over and over again.

"Angel, tell me why you have this bratty attitude and all the reasons why I should fuck it out of you and turn you into my good girl" she murmured against your core. "Fuck daddy I needed attention, and I did it wrong but oh" you trailed off with a moan at the sensations she was providing you with only for them to be taken away. "Now now whore, you stop, I stop. Behave and keep talking my bratty baby" she mumbled adding a nip to your shaking thigh.

Your poor little brain struggled to keep up with all the reasons and eventually Emily took pitty on you slipping from underneath your shaking limbs.  Quickly untying your wrists she moved to adorn her strap. "Now daddy's gonna fuck that attitude out of you, and you aren't to make a sound angel" she commanded shifting you on your hands and knees to tease your sopping cunt.

The moment she slipping into your pussy you let out a silent scream, this faux dick bigger than any you had ever taken before. "Good girl, god baby you're practically creaming all over my cock already" she moaned, "gonna make you cum so hard angel, gonna fuck you till you can't even speak anymore." Her words combined with her brutal pace was causing your brain to become nothing but a pile of mush as you attempted to stay quiet. Ultimately you failed as you climbed close to your peak, "oh fuck me daddy harder god" you whined thrusting backwards to meet her thrusts. A harsh blow was delivered to the curve of your ass before she slipped out of you and changed the position.

"Wanna break the rules whore, then you're gonna fuck yourself like the horny slut you are. Put on a show for daddy bounce those beautiful tits of yours for me" she murmured helping lined the dick up with your leaking hole. Your whole body vibrating with need as you began to slowly and shakily bounce on her cock. "So pathetic angel, can't even fuck yourself like a good little whore, need daddy to help you don't you?"

Her hands gripping on your hips as she helped lift you off her cock only to slam you straight back down on it. "Cum for daddy" she murmured bring her lips to your beautiful tits. "Oh fuck me daddy" you squealed as you came with her brutal thrusts meeting your thrusts it was unsurprising when you we're struggling to not be thrown into a second orgasm. "Daddy daddy stop gonna pee" you whimpered which only seemed to fuel your lover on, flipping you on your back and snaking a hand down to play with your extra sensitive clit. "Daddy" you mewled as white hot pleasure crashed over your body and stole your vision. You came squinting all over your lover and the sheets.

"Oh fuck angel you squirted!" She grinned like a cherished cat, that was something new but something Emily could definitely spend time exploring another day. "Angel?" She murmured slipping out from you and throwing the strap away. "Mmmhmm" you muttered seemingly out of it. "Daddy's fucked you so good you lost your words, my mindless angel" she murmured before kissing you sweetly. "You've been so good baby now daddy's gonna take good care of you love."

Word count~ 753

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and if you had stayed?

a short blurb of pure angst! i couldn’t help it when i saw this gif- i had to make a fic right away! currently working on three different fics also so more work will be put out this weekend!

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the wind whips around the old cabin, rattling the already fragile windows. your whole body trembles, a chill ricocheting through your veins as you hold the gun towards the woman infront of you.

she’s strapped to a chair in the middle of the room, her body slouching in exhaustion from your many bouts of struggle.

“you’re not going to do it so you might as well put the gun down” her weary voice fuels the fire that still burns inside you.

you’re cocking the gun, index finger caressing the trigger as you sway closer, “what makes you so sure?”

she lifts her head, blood coming from the many different wounds on her face but the cunning smirk that graces her lips is as clear as day to you, “because daryl wouldn’t be very happy to know you killed someone he loved in cold blood..” at her conscending tone, you can feel your body flush with fever.

“he’ll get over it” you’re inches from pulling the trigger when the door bursts open, daryls figure appearing in the doorway as he assesses the situation.

you never take your eyes off leah because even after years of not being in his presence, you know it is him and by the familar lingering of her eyes- you know he finally caught up.

he calls your name out softly but you ignore him, swallowing the ever building lump in your throat. it’s been so long. you haven’t seen him since ricks abrupt death and yet, just the sound of your name leaving his lips has your knees nearly buckling under you. “why? because you’ve fucked her?” he seems taken back at your harsh words but is quick to brush them off.

“nah.. ‘cause ’s not who ya are” in truth, it isn’t- but he didn’t see what she did to your newfound home. how leah and her fellow reapers attacked it, took it over and continuously seeked out those who escaped.

“you don’t know me anymore..” he made his bed when he left, deciding to stay in the woods to look for his lost brother even after you’d begged him to come home but it wasn’t enough, you weren’t enough.

but she had him- you never did because he left.

the troubling thoughts have you wanting to hurl along with his heavy presence behind you, the distance in your bodies disappearing as he saddles up next to you.

his stomach brushes your arm, the gentle touch sending a shiver through your veins and if you felt like your body was trembling earlier- it now shakes violently and if his hand hadn’t gripped the gun, slipping it from your own, you’d have dropped it.

your eyes travel up his arm, to his shoulder, up his neck and finally.. finally settling on that face you never knew you missed so much until now.

tears blur your vision and you’re finding it hard to breathe, he’s here and looking at you in ways you wished he did before.

but so is she, the one who took the only thing you felt you had found solace in- in the last couple years.

and he won’t let you kill her for it.

you waste no more time in leaving the scene, bursting out the front door and back into the desolate woods, running as far as you can from the abandoned cabin until you’re out of breath and your legs ache.

you’re the one leaving this time and you had no plans of turning back.

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[christronomy]

stay // han jisung

18+ minors dni

cw : afab reader, a pinch more like a handful of angst, smut but sad, lwk a forbidden love typa thing ? not sure, not 100% proofread, half-ass ending bc i kinda got writer's block right at the end smh, i'm tired and it's so late but i still wanted to share bc angsty smut is my fave thing to write when shit goes south

his gaze is intense, eyes moving from your lips to your eyes. down, up, down, up again. his fingers slightly graze your wrist, and he's contemplating taking it and pinning it up against your head on the bed, but something's stopping him.

the sudden realization that this, whatever it is, isn't gonna last very long.

he bites his bottom lip slightly. he really wants to kiss you. your expression dares him to continue. "what is he waiting for?" you wonder, because you really want him to kiss you too. you really want him to take you, pretend you're all his, take you like it's his last time, because this time may just be it.

he finally leans in closer, close enough for you to feel his warm breath fan onto your lips, reluctant yet inviting, and he smiles bitterly before closing the small space between them.

you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of him, the taste of him, as the hand that was on your wrist moves down to the hem of your shirt, tugging at it gently, urging you to take it off. the kiss fuels a desire in him to feel your bare skin against his, to be closer, so much closer. it's almost as if he's addicted to that feeling, the rush that he feels when there's nothing separating your bodies, when he's fucking you raw, feeling you around him, under him, hands on his back, when you're moaning his name, begging him to go faster, harder.

the anticipation of being able to feel that again is what motivates him to help you get undressed as quickly as possible. he can't help the bulge that forms in his jeans when he kisses you, or the way his cock twitches slightly when he feels you tug on his waistband needily. he helps you pull them off, his body shivering with excitement, and he lets out a soft groan as his now painfully hard cock bounces off his abdomen when it's freed of it's confines.

he settles himself between your legs, and you sigh when his bare skin comes in contact with yours, the heat from both of your bodies causing the two of you to hiss in satisfaction. you shiver in anticipation, and he finally rubs the head of his cock against your clit, moaning at the feeling, the knot in your lower abdomen already tightening slightly. you whine in protest, putting your hands on his biceps and lightly squeezing them, and his eyes search yours.

"i need you inside of me," you think to yourself, and it's like he's read your mind, because he pushes in slowly, just to make sure he doesn't hurt you, continuing without hesitation when he sees the way your back arches off the bed, the way your eyes squeeze shut, already getting lost in the pleasure, and that's when he forgets.

the way your insides hug his cock so perfectly, it feels like warm velvet around him, and you're so fucking tight. it all feels too good to even think about the guilt, the shame that may come after. he's already a moaning mess, and you're not doing any better.

he lowers his head so that his lips are right by your ear, making sure that you hear the soft moans that escape his throat. he occasionally licks short stripes on the shell of your ear, and you place a hand on his head, tugging at his hair as you get even more enveloped in the pleasure.

your orgasm comes first, and as he watches you fall apart under him, a part of him wishes this could last forever. he watches the way you look so fucked out and beautiful under him, panting, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, your voice chanting his name like a prayer that could save you from the misery that is letting him fuck you like this, knowing that it's wrong, that it's only temporary.

it's not long until he's coming undone as well, his hair falling over his eyes as he lowers himself so that he can lean his forehead against your shoulder.

“please, stay with me,” he silently begs through small, desperate whimpers of what was once pleasure, now turning into something bitter to his senses as the afterglow of his orgasm hits him. he hopes that you didn't hear him. there was nothing you wanted more than to give him what he wanted, but it just wasn't that easy. maybe it was better this way. maybe he wasn't meant to be completely yours, even though you so desperately wanted him to be, which is why although you actually did hear him, you chose to act as though you didn't, as you let him fall asleep in your arms for what you were sure would be the very last time.

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