#me: sobbing about how difficult it is to own a pet when you don't own your home

[amyispxnk]

I'd do whatever I could do

Summary - you're staying with Joel now, trying to figure yourself out and leaving the QZ to visit some of his friends

A/N: oh my god, I finally did it y'all - finally made the part two for this 👏 Also, I was going through the lyrics of this song and I kind of realised just how daddy issues Joel it is. I'm not gonna list them, but there are definitely a good few lines that stuck out to me. A part 3 might be simmering. We'll see.

Pairing: platonic/father figure!Joel Miller x f!reader (could probably be read as GN tho?)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: violence, mentions of past abuse, PTSD, alcohol mention, language, angst, pet names, comfort, paternal issues, very brief mention of a gun

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Part 1 here

You reckoned you had stopped really taking the words in a few seconds after he slammed the door behind him, immediately shrinking back into the couch where you'd previously been sat staring into space, whilst he told you things about his day.

Your eyes darted up at him quickly, lip quivering already. You still didn't know exactly why. Why small things like him touching you too abruptly, raising his voice (never at you, but for some reason it still affected you), loud noises like a door slamming, affected you. But they really did, and he'd come to notice it after only a few days of you staying with him.

--

He came back home after a long, difficult, tiring deal. Since your arrival and staying at his place had been so recent, his old habits remained. One of them was to practically shout and stomp his foot in anger as soon as he got back from a trade went south, a bad day out.

"Fuck!" He had gritted through clenched teeth as he threw his bag on the floor, deadset on getting into the kitchen to his whisky to muffle the frustration of the day.

You froze in complete fear and horror as he rounded the corner, his eyes immediately falling onto your trembling figure, clutching the little food packet in one of your hands as your own eyes stared back at him, bulging out of their sockets.

"Shit." He muttered to himself, taking a few steps towards you - not expecting you to immediately drop the packet and raise your hands in front of you, almost cowering before him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Joel p-please, I don't-" You stuttered, eyes welling up with tears as you flinched when he took another, more careful, step towards you, already apologising even though you didn't know what you had done.

"Hey, hey, hey. 's okay," he soothed. "C'mere sweetheart. It's okay." And somehow the sound of his voice, so gentle just for you, comforted you immediately.

You stepped into his open arms, body shaking hard with sobs as you choked on your own tears. "I'm sorry." You said, muffled into the fabric of his flannel.

"I told you it's okay. What happened, sweet girl?" He hugged you tight, right hand coming up to rub soothing circles into your back.

"I don't know." You murmured, unsure of what set you off so badly.

"It's okay baby, we'll figure it out. You're okay now."

--

That was the first time it had happened, now you were here again. He'd slammed the door, although he wasn't angry. It was just something he did out of habit to ensure it closed properly, but after he saw you shaking like before on the couch, his brows knitted in worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder as you turned to face him slightly, jolting - not as aggressively as you used to - at the touch.

"Nothing. Just- you slammed the door. I think it's one of those.. trigger things you were talking about."

Naturally, Joel had racked his mind and scoured the dozen odd books he had in his apartment to try remember anything about this kind of mental health issue and the things you'd gone through, finally landing on some sort of PTSD. He'd explained it as best he could to you, telling you that the things like someone raising their voice at you and loud noises were 'triggers', things that reminded you of the times with your dad and made you feel that same fear you'd feel with him all over again.

"Right." He nodded, brushing your hair back and out of your eyes a bit. "'m sorry, sweetheart. I'll try not to do it again, yeah?"

You hummed a noise of agreement, making a space beside you for him to sit down on the couch.

He did so and cleared his throat. "Got some news," he began "'s nothin' big, really. Just thought you oughta have a bit of notice."

You turned to face him a little more as he looked up and met your eyes. "I have this deal, with a guy in Lincoln, and I'm due to go see him next week." He told you.

"So.. you're leaving?" You questioned, trying not to seem too hurt by it.

"No, no. I mean- if you don't want to come with me, then yeah, but I'll be back within the month. I just.. don't feel too safe leavin' you here." He explained, and you nodded.

"I don't want you to go. I'll- I'll come with you." You mumbled, and he gently tilted your head up to face him again.

"You're gonna be okay out there? Y'ever been out of the QZ before?" He asked. If you hadn't ever been outside then things could be quite difficult. It would be scary for a young thing like you. Not only that, but you had your triggers, and the gunfire paired with the infected would surely set one of them off - that's why he'd tried putting the entire trip off, but he had to go. That was how he made his living around here, he needed those supplies.

"Mmhm. I've also killed a few infected before, if you're worried about that. Not gonna be completely useless, I'd say." You said with a small chuckle, leaning into his touch subconsciously.

"Okay." He nodded, stroking your cheek gently before standing up and going over to the kitchen to make something for dinner. "And you're not useless, sweetheart, not at all."

-----

Bill and Frank. That's who they were. Bill was the guy he actually had the deal with, Frank was the one who'd convinced Bill to go along with it in the first place. Frank was the nice one, Joel had told you.

He'd explained a bit before you'd left and more when it came up in conversation as the two of you walked. In and out of forests, weaving between trees, trudging down dirt roads and kicking rocks, on your journey to Lincoln.

A journey that you still would've been able to complete within a day on foot, but that was before the apocalypse. Now there were buildings falling over eachother, and guards near your place of departure which slowed you down, and clickers and the likes which ensured you had to be completely silent in your movements, extending the time of your journey by at least 50%.

You watched as he slaughtered them all though. It should have scared you, at least a little, but it just amazed you. Admittedly, it had shaken you when you saw him completely beat one of the FEDRA guards to death when you were making your way out of Boston. You'd been caught, a guard that wasn't supposed to be there was there and Joel wasn't careful enough.

Things were almost okay, you probably could have haggled your way out of that situation, but when the soldier made a comment about you, a comment about what they might do to a 'bad girl' like you for sneaking out of the QZ, he had simply seen red. He didn't even know he had lunged for the man until he was on top of him, the crunch of the soldier's jaw and Joel's fist coming down on his face bringing him back to reality.

He was protective of you, and rightfully so, and you didn't even care how aggressive he could get with it. He wanted to keep you safe, and would go that far for it, therefore he cared about you. Someone actually cared about you.

"Okay, I think we're gonna stay here for the night." He said, pulling you out of your thoughts as you gave him a small smile.

"Okay."

You both set up a makeshift camp, eating whatever you could spare from your stash of food before getting ready to go to sleep - him denying your offer to take watch like he did before and he'd do everytime.

You sighed, walking off and quickly settling into the sleeping bag, melting into it and relishing the warmth it offered you as you hugged yourself to sleep, body heat almost suffocating you but in a comforting way.

--

When you woke up, you thought you actually were suffocating, throwing the cover off of you and crying out his name, the only person you could think of to save you. He was going to get you, he was back, he was coming for you and he'd never leave you alone, he'd take you from Joel and then he'd k-

"Hey, hey. That's not gonna happen, sweetheart, come on, come over here." You didn't realise you were saying those things out loud but it didn't matter as you crawled out of your sleeping bag, letting him pull you into his lap as he cradled you, rocking you back and forth as he kissed your head.

"It's okay, it's okay. Did ya have another nightmare?" He asked, voice calm and low as he tried to comfort you and calm you down.

You nodded quickly, sniffing and breathing erratically as you did.

"Sweet girl. It's okay now, it's okay." He reassured you, hugging you tight and pressing more kisses into your hair. "I won't let anything happen to you, you know that."

"I know." You said quietly, voice cracking as you wiped at your tears. "I'm sorry." You said, somehow in a voice even quieter than before.

He sighed, breathing slowly and deeply - something he knew helped, as he noticed you'd start breathing in time with him to ground yourself, regulate your own breathing during these situations. "Don't go and apologise when you haven't even done anything wrong, sweetheart. You're going through a lot and you're probably still processing everything that happened, it wasn't that long ago when you were still.." he didn't want to remind you of anything too sensitive, trailing off slightly. "Point is, it's all fairly fresh, and it's natural things like these nightmares are gonna be happenin', so don't apologise, okay?" He said, looking into your glossy eyes and brushing your tears away.

"Yeah. I'm-" You were already going to apologise again, making him frown slightly. "Thank you, Joel."

"It's okay. You try get some more sleep now, okay?" He gently helped you off his lap and pulled the sleeping bag back on top of your body, knees cracking as he got back up to walk away to where he was taking watch - when your voice called out for him again.

"Can you stay with me? Please, Joel? I'm just- I'm scared." You mumbled, face growing hot with embarrassment at how pathetic the question felt now you were speaking it aloud.

He pressed his lips together, turning his head to check the area once more before getting his own sleeping bag, placing it by yours, and resting his arm behind your head as you tucked your face into his chest.

"Goodnight." He said softly, stroking your hair slowly.

"Night, Joel." You mumbled into the soft fabric of his shirt, before passing out again, leaving him to lay alone with his thoughts in the cool night.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

Tags - @rosierogie @jjlevin

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[wenclairfamily]

Wednesday's First Kiss - Fanfic Story of Young Wednesday

This story is set many years before the start of the Wednesday TV series, and reveals who Wednesday's first kiss was...

*The Past:

A sad looking Wednesday sat in the living room of her home crying as she sat in her mother: Morticia's lap. Meanwhile Gomez was on the phone as he said, "Yes officer. I'd like to file a murder charge. Against who you ask? Why against a group of boys that killed my daughter's pet scorpion! Wait. What do you mean that's not a chargeable offense? It's murder! Wait a minute. What do you mean you'd rather see those things off the streets!? Well get ready, because I'll be phoning up the mayor, the governor, my congressman, and even the president if that's what it takes to see you locked up for those words!" Then Gomez angerly hung up the phone as he said, "The nerve of that so called 'policeman'. He actually had the nerve to say that when he was a boy, he and his pals would kill snakes and scorpions in their neighborhood all of the time! How did someone with that kind of record ever get appointed to a position in law enforcement!?" Then Morticia looked at Wednesday as she said, "Now Wednesday. Do you remember the names of all of those boys you told us about?" With tears still in her eyes, Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Yeah. They go to the same school as me. They always pulled my hair braids, called me a freak, and said I belonged in an insane asylum. But I thought they always meant that in a nice way." An angry Gomez said, "Ooo. To hear stories of boys leading my little girl on like that. Well I'm about to have a man-to-man brawl with all of their fathers!"

Morticia then stood up as she said, "Gomez, please. Nothing can be done to reverse the damage now. We always knew life would be difficult for us living in such an unusual neighborhood. Perhaps it's best if we just home-school Wednesday and Pugsley again, and just keep them away from all of life's horrors." Gomez sighed, and then said, "Well... isolation did do a lot of good for me those four long years I spent at the juvenile wing at Alcatraz." Gomez then thought silently for a moment, and then got on his knees to match Wednesday's height as he said, "Dear Wednesday... you'll never have to spend time around terrible kids like that ever again." Then Wednesday took out a small shoe box that had the remains of her scorpion in it as she said, "But... what about Nero?" Morticia then put an arm around Wednesday as she said, "He's gone sweety. Yes, he deserved the pleasure of a long painful death... but he did experience the beauty of crossing over into the next phase of life. You'll see him again one day when you're older, and your own time to cross over comes." Then Wednesday began to cry again as she said, "But I don't want to see Nero again when I'm older. I want him now!" Then Wednesday began to sob as Morticia held Wednesday close.

*One Year Later:

Wednesday walked through the living room of her home with a deadpan look on her face while she carried two large power line wires. Morticia meanwhile was walking in the opposite direction of Wednesday, but then stopped Wednesday in her tracks as she said, "Wednesday, where do you think you're going with those?" Wednesday with a cold tone then said, "To test my theories in electrode-shock therapy on Pugsley." Morticia then stood still as she said, "Well normally, I would welcome that kind of behavior. But Wednesday... it's Halloween. Don't you wish to go outside and bask in the glory of our family's favorite holiday?" Wednesday kept a deadpan face as she said, "No. For while this may be a day you deem important to celebrate, for me... it shall forever be the eve of the day I suffered a tremendous loss, and the eve of the last day I ever felt emotion."

Morticia looked down for a moment, but then looked straight at Wednesday as she said, "Wednesday... I feel it may have be an error on your father and I's part to allow you to stay in the house consistently for the last year. My daughter... there is so much outside of these walls for you to explore. You'll never live up to your full potential remaining at home indefinitely." Then Wednesday in a cold tone said, "I could argue easily that I could. Now that your uncle is deceased, and father's brother is still missing; I could easily fill the void in this family as the weapons expert, and make quite a living in arms dealing from home." Then Morticia crossed her arms, made her face angry, and in a loud stern voice she said, "Wednesday Friday Addams... you are going to go outside and spend time around other children your age that are dressed as witches and demons tonight. And if you do that for the next three hours... I'll buy you a new electric chair for you and your brother to play with." Then Wednesday rolled her eyes, sighed, and then said, "Very well mother."

*One Hour Later:

Wednesday walked over to the entrance of a community center on Halloween night as many other people in costumes were walking in. A female adult leader at the door looked at Wednesday as she said, "Can I help you?" Wednesday glared at the adult as she said, "Yes. My mother is forcing me to partake in a community activity here. Let me in." Then the adult said, "Only people wearing Halloween costumes can come in. Where's your costume? Halloween is the night we all get to dress up as scary people." Then Wednesday in a straight face said, "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac on the verge of killing my spouse. They all dress like normal people. Is that not scary enough?" Then the adult leader smirked and said, "Nice try. But you'll need to find something that at least shows you put effort into this. Don't worry though. I have extra costumes for kids who can't afford them. Here you go." Then the adult leader handed Wednesday a bag. Wednesday opened the bag, and saw inside... was a black cat suit, with fake cat ears, and a cat mask. Wednesday groaned, and then quickly put on the black cat suit. Wednesday then put the cat ears on her head, and then put on the cat mask which covered the top half of her face. The adult leader smiled as Wednesday walked past her with a deadly glare.

Then as Wednesday walked into the party at the community center, she saw many children her age playing party games. Wednesday had a miserable look on her face as she began to walk around the room uncomfortably. Then suddenly another girl in a matching white cat suit, ran over to Wednesday and said, "Oh hey! We match! We look like twins!" Then Wednesday in a deadpan voice said, "Or rather the feline personification of the Chinese concept of ying and yang. Would you like to know which side I represent?" The other girl giggled and said, "Wow. You talk funny. What's your name?" Wednesday groaned, and then looked at her costume as she said, "Well, in order to protect my identity and name from shame and embarrassment... tonight, just call me: Kitty." The other girl giggled again, and then said, "Well hello.. Kitty. Get it? Hello Kitty!" Wednesday simply glared at the other girl.

The other girl still kept a smile on her face as she said, "Well... you can call me... Kat. Get it. Because I'm a cat?" Wednesday groaned as she said, "Amusing." Then the young girl Kat with a happy grin said, " Anyway Kitty, we're playing games tonight where you win tickets, and you can use the tickets to win some candy. Wanna play? " Wednesday stood still, while in a deadpan voice she said, "Hardly. Today marks the near anniversary of the death of my beloved pet. Celebrating and playing are hardly my main focus tonight." The young girl Kat then said, "Oh." Kat then began to walk away... but then stopped... walked back over to Wednesday and said, "Hey Kitty... do you wanna talk about your pet?" Wednesday looked surprised for a moment, but then regained her previous composure and said, "I would.."

Wednesday and Kat sat next to each other in a corner of the community center talking for the next hour. Eventually Wednesday said, "And when those boys harmed my pet... it felt as if my heart was harmed as well." Kat looked sympathetic as she said, "I'm so sorry Kitty. What kind of pet did you have?" Wednesday looked nervous as she said, "That... I do not wish to say. However... the event has taught me that feelings... emotions... they are not worth it... they are never worth it. I will never allow myself to feel again." Kat began to look worried as she said, "What about love? Do you ever think you'll love someone one day Kitty?" Wednesday turned her head and said, "Never. Opening up one's heart can only lead to heartbreak." Then Kat sighed, and said, "Well... I guess some people mourn longer than others. When my great uncle died, my great aunt wore a veil over her face for a month." Then Wednesday casually said, "I wanted to do the same but my mother forbade it. Then as a compromise, I asked her if I could grow my bangs out so they could cover more of my face like a veil... but mother said I'm not allowed to do my hair the way I want until I'm fifteen."

Then as Kat noticed people starting to leave, she said, "Well... party is wrapping up Kitty. I wish we could hang out more... but I'm just in town visiting my cousins so I don't think we'll see each other again." Wednesday with a deadpan face said, "It is of no consequence. We have kept masks on all night, and have not revealed our true selves to each other, thus making detachment less painful." Kat looked a bit sad as she said, "Yeah but... Kitty... I hope you find love one day... or at least have an amazing first kiss." Wednesday with a cold tone said, "That shall never happen. I'm too much of a freak to be loved." Kat sighed, and then walked away... but then stopped... looked back at Wednesday... and then ran right over to her and gave her a kiss directly on the lips. Wednesday froze but allowed Kat to kiss for a long solid minute. Then Kat eventually moved her face away from Wednesday and smiled as she said, "That was my first kiss too. Here's hoping we both find true love one day." Then Kat walked out of the community center. Wednesday meanwhile sat in shock for a moment... but then got up, and walked out the back door of the building.

Meanwhile Kat walked out the front door of the community center, as a grown woman said, "Hey. Has anyone seen my daughter?" Kat then jumped in front of the woman as she took off her cat mask and said, "Here I am mom!" The mother looked down at Kat as she said, "That's not the costume you left home in. What are you supposed to be?" Kat giggled as she said, "I'm Kat the Cat! Look at my cat claws! Rowr!" The mother groaned and then said, "Stop changing costumes and changing your name without my permission young lady! You are my daughter Enid Sinclair, and the only thing you get to be on Halloween is a werewolf! Now lets go home!"

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[omgjumin]

hi!! i saw the event post and immediately i was interested. nanami kento + angst prompts 9 + 11, gn!reader pls! (could u also maybe include reader being hurt and him comforting reader? if u want ofc) anyways i'm looking forward to this, and take ur time!!

the picture - nanami kento

summary: you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in.

tags: angst but there's comfort at the end, marriage, fighting, pet names (baby, love), overthinking

notes: it was so hard to not cry while writing this like gosh but im glad i could get out of my writers block bc of this

"kento, all i'm asking is that you help me with the wedding planning. i understand that you are busy and so am i. i just need-" you paused yourself, trying to carefully pick out words that won't set off your fiancé. "i just need you to be here with me. you even missed our kimono and dress fittings today." for a to-be-wife, you knew you shouldn't be this hesitant to touch nanami but as your hand went in to graze against his, it shook anxiously.

"if you understand then why don't you just leave me alone when i'm working? let's have this conversation later." nanami retracted his hand from under yours before brushing you off as if you weren't anything important to him. "you always say that and i'm tired of being ignored like this every time i try to talk to you." fighting with nanami was nothing new. petty fights, serious ones, or even jealous fights, the two of you knew that if you didn't calm down and communicated your concerns, you wouldn't get anywhere. 

however, now, you felt as if you were just a lousy bug, flying around and about nanami's ear. "just talk to me please. you can't expect me to take care of this on my own. it's our-" the shakiness of your hands only worsened when you felt your heart rate increase. the pounding against your chest felt as if it was in your throat. no matter how many deep breaths you took, it just wouldn't ease the feeling in your throat. it squeezed and squeezed until it could choke a sob out of you. crying wouldn't get your way, you knew that, but somehow you couldn't stop yourself from letting tears fall down your face. "please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up for once. im busy so please leave." you were used to it. used to the monotone of his voice. yet his voice was laced with nothing but annoyance for you at the moment which shocked you to the core. you didn't need to turn around to know that nanami's own words didn't register in his brain yet.

without saying another word, you quickly left his home office. you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in. a smile subconsciously snuck a way onto your face before you quickly shook it off. you felt as if you were betrayed, no, mistaken by his words. nanami promised that no matter what, you were together, a team, that would help each other through the most difficult days and the easiest. and yet, here you were overthinking, on whether or not nanami truly meant his words. no, nanami never goes back on his promises. especially to you. but you couldn't help but to second guess yourself on if it was worth it to go back in there to try again and apologize but there was nothing to apologize for. you never did anything besides support him throughout his work. how come he didn't do the same?

your eyes wandered until it landed on your keys dangling from a rack near the front door. you doubted yourself. you doubted nanami's love for you in that second. you shouldn't have, really, but recently his actions weren't proving you wrong. hesitantly, you looked down at your engagement ring before looking back at the picture. no, you can't, you said to yourself before grabbing your keys and leaving the house. you didn't have a clue as to where you wanted to go but as long as you didn't have to be around nanami at the moment, anywhere was fine.

just somehow, somehow, your subconscious followed the same familiar path. the same roads that felt like home as they were leading you to the place in the picture. as if you wanted to relive the moment, not wanting to face reality. the bright half-moon that accompanied the twinkling stars in the sky did everything they could to comfort you, in some way. the picture was taken a little bit earlier in the night however you could see the soft glowing moon in the sky up above the love of your life kneeling before you. oh how you wished that nanami was there to hold you in his arms as he swayed along to the sound of the rushing river down beneath you. his chest pressed firm against your back as his face was cradled in your neck. your welcoming scent filled his senses as he basked in your love. nanami pressed soft kisses onto your neck, claiming that he's only trying to warm you up from the chilly summer nights. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes clearly not annoyed as you quietly chuckled to yourself. "mm turn around." nanami said as he removed himself from out your neck, placing his hands on your hips loosely. "i love you." nanami whispered as he dived into your lips. "i love you too, future husband." the two of you laughed, flustered at the new name he held for you. 

that moment was nothing more than two months ago. you sighed as you leaned against the same railing, hearing the same river flow down the stream, seeing the same moon that shined above, smelling the same occasional whiff of a nearby street food cart, and tasting the same chap-stick off your lips. it felt all too familiar but felt all the more distant. the feeling was comfortable but awkward as you stood there alone. though all you needed was time alone, time to calm yourself down before trying again. but that time was cut by the soft tap on your shoulder. "kento?" you nervously called out, your voice wavering as it filled the silence. "what are you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same."

"how did you know i'd be here?" you slowly but surely removed yourself off of the railing. the comfortable atmosphere faded out to be uneasy. the once comfortable silence came to be suffocating as you felt yourself being torn apart in nanami's gaze. "where else would you be?" nanami spoke after taking a deep breath. if nanami was being truthful, he saw your eyes linger on the picture before you left. the dejected expression that filled your eyes as you turned away towards the door made his heart drop. he didn't know where he stood with you at the moment, so he refrained from touching you. but all you wanted was for him to embrace you in his arms and hold you there like he did two months ago. it seemed as if the world was plotting against your desires. however, nanami took a step forward, shortening the distance between you two. you took a sharp breath in before looking away, pretending as if anything was more important than the overwhelming presence of your fiancé. and at that nanami felt daggers shooting into his chest. it was his fault entirely but he couldn't help but feel hurt at your reluctance to meet his eyes.

"please look at me." nanami pleaded as he took one step closer. you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in as you turned back his way. your eyes were glistening in tears yet looked dry in expression as you met his. the ones that would be lighting up with love as soon as you laid eyes on him now were the ones that offered nothing more than a look of somberness. "i wish i never acted the way i did towards you, i'm sorry." your nails dug into your palm as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall once more. one step closer. that was all it took for him to only be mere inches away from you. "i should have never said those things to you and i am so sorry, my love." you truly couldn't stand it. being so close to nanami and yet his hands were placed by his side. but you were mad at him, you felt so displeased with yourself and him that you didn't know, you didn't let yourself be comforted by being in his arms. however, nanami couldn't let you stand there, fighting yourself in complete silence as he watched the victorious tears fall down your cheek. he carefully brushed back strands of hair behind your ear before slowly bringing you in his arms.

and upon impact, you softened. your tense shoulders dropped but the sound of your crying only got louder into his chest. his work shirt was getting drenched but he didn't care. not when your muffled cries were the product of his actions. nanami stood silently as he ran his fingers through your hair, petting it calmly as an action to soothe you. "baby?" he called out when he noticed your cries started to get quiet. you hummed as a response, too scared to trust your voice. "look up at me." you pulled yourself from his chest, looking up at him with tearful eyes but nanami only took his thumb to wipe away the stray tears. "i love you" nanami softly smiled as he witnessed your first smile of the night. "i love you too, future husband." though the two of you weren't bashful of the nicknames as before, it was used as a way to ground yourself. that after everything, nanami was still here, ever so hopelessly in love with you. "i'm sorry i've been so caught up in work recently. but let's go home and figure something out, okay? we are a team and i'll make sure it feels that way." you nodded as laced your hands around his torso. "okay."

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[cherry-queens-blog]

A story I wrote since I've been really depressed lately and haven't been okay at all for awhile so I put it into this story. It is short yes but i did put my own feelings and situation into this.

Dealing with depression, stress, self hatred. Gyutaro who had taken such a liking to you comforts you when he hears you crying in the bathroom.

COMFORT FOR THE PAIN

It had been an entire year now since you allowed Gyutaro to stay with you in your home, growing used to him dragging people in to feast on them, hearing them scream as he cut them open with his sickle, pulling out their insides, ripping off their limbs from their bodies and devouring them from inside your basement. It took a good while to get used to it despite it still making your blood run cold through your entire body, knowing that, that could be you one day if he decides to turn on you besides the fact that you two get along quite well and him offering you protection for letting him use your home to hide from the sunlight. Gyutaro is usually always gone during the night so you had some peace before he brought home another victim of his for dinner. Lately these last 6 months had been really hard on you after you had lost your job, applying everywhere that was hiring only to keep getting constantly denied, which sent you into a dark spot. Now drowning in depression and stress and having no one to help you through this time or no one to even talk to since you had no friends at all, and family can't help you either and also doesn't speak to you unless they want something from you which made it worse. You felt so damn alone and so low while struggling to do everything you can just to pay off bills, get food to eat, even going to the extent to sell yourself out to men just to get the money to survive. One night the burden was to much, the hurt really setting in as it was almost time for Gyutaro to come back from his hunt. You went into the bathroom to hide yourself so you could cry it out without him seeing. You really didn't want him seeing you in such a vulnerable, crying state at all since he is a demon and you know he is gonna say a bunch of hurtful stuff right? like how your being pathetic, weak, so on. As you enter inside the bathroom you couldn't help it, you broke down instantly after shutting the door and curling up in front of the bathtub, laying your head into your knees as your tears fell from your eyes. Unfortunately when he got back, walking past the bathroom he could hear your faint sobbing from inside and out of curiosity he opened the door, seeing you sitting in front of the tub. A faint sigh is heard from him as he walks over, sitting down beside you, putting his arm around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

He hugs you tightly as you break down, tears running down your cheeks, whimpers leaving your lips, sniffles from your nose. He doesn't know what's going on or what it is about you but seeing you like this made him feel more protective of you, he actually wanted to care for you. The sense of absolute hurt and overbearing pain was so apparent and radiating from your body that even gyutaro could feel it. The way you cried so hard you could barely breath, choking on the air you could get into your lungs only for it to feel so difficult to exhale sometimes. Gyutaro ends up pulling you onto his lap and started to pet your head, stroking your hair so gently while looking at you. He could tell you were really hurting by the way you were crying and how heavy your breathing was. He looked at you with pure love in his eyes when he speaks up. "Aww what's wrong my little blossom?, you know whatever is bothering you, you can tell me." He says softly with his croaky, rough voice. "Everything is just so hard, I'm wearing myself out trying so hard gyutaro, I have no one in my life that can help or even wants to speak with me, i can't even get another job and I just hate myself so fucking much right now, and I just don't understand why you bother with me when I'm just nothing but pathetic, useless, and just not enough for anyone else, I also don't belong anywhere either. You should've just killed me when we met" You cried, whimpering, voice cracking as you spoke. Gyutaro couldn't believe what you just said as his facial expression is now one of complete shocked. Did you really just say he should've killed you? He thought to himself, shaking his head before holding you a little tighter now against his rough body.

"Look at me" He said sternly, putting his fingers under your chin and making you look at him, your lips in a frown as your bottom lip quivered a bit from the crying. "stop saying such pathetic things like that, I won't tolerate it understand" He spoke with a serious voice now. You felt speechless, all you could do was just look at him after hearing him say that. Gyutaro sighed and started caressing your cheek with his thumb, rubbing it in circles on your damp skin. "I'm not sure how many times i must repeat myself but i am here for you, alright?" He says as he looks at you in the eyes meaning every word he said to you but it still felt a little hard to believe him but you will trust it you suppose as you put your arms around his neck, burying your face into the side of his neck, wetting his skin with your tears as they dropped onto him like warm rain that was plastered in agony. Gyutaro could feel your tears crash against his skin wetting it as he held you close, petting your head again with his hand, putting his other arm over your waist and rubbing your back trying to ease the hurt and discomfort your feeling that is drowning you so deeply right now. After awhile your crying starts to die down, exhaustion taking hold of you as all the crying had worn you out completely and you end up falling asleep peacefully in Gyutaros arms. Gyutaro gets up still holding you in his arms as he exits the bathroom, walking to the bedroom. He enters the room and lays you down in bed, covering you with a blanket. Gyutaro watches you for a good moment when he gets an idea, a good one too that could help you out drastically. The sun starts to rise in the dark sky giving the que that Gyutaro had to leave alone in the room while you slept. He rushes out and heads down into the dark basement letting you rest and relax after what just happened. He really does love you and he will help you in anyway he can.

#demon slayer #fan fiction #fanfic #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro demon slayer #anime #story #gyutaro story #gyutaro fanfict #demon slayer gyutaro #comfort

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15 people, 15 questions

Thanks for tagging me @colourme-feral, @wen-kexing-apologist and @thegalwhorants! I wrote this at night on Christmas Eve but then tumblr ate the post when I moved it from my drafts to my queue, so I had to write the whole thing again...

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. My parents had a difficult time deciding on a name and just eventually landed on the one they gave me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Well that depends on what kind of crying... I teared up last Wednesday when my furniture and belongings arrived from being in storage for 17 months. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my breath hitched a few times when I watched ep 6 Last Twilight (damn you Aof!) nearly two weeks ago. But the last time I ugly sobbed was whilst watching a musical in June, but I was feeling especially emotional about my temporary living situation at the time.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I don't play any now (but I do go to the gym) but when I was a kid I did gymnastics and then dance (although that's not a sport). I played different sports in school but only because I had to and they weren't any I really enjoyed.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm? Who, me?! Nooooooo never.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably their posture or body language.

7. What's your eye colour?

To be honest I'm not sure. There's grey and bits of blue and green and even brown but I wouldn't be able to call it a colour. I used to say hazel but then I realised hazel was more brown than my eyes are so I don't really know.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Oh happy endings for sure. I mean, I'm on (this) tumblr because of the qls I watch so it should be obvious.

9. Any talents?

I can hold a handstand for 30 secs (I've also managed 1 min in the past but that was a while ago now) but that feels more like a party trick than a talent. I guess I could say dancing. Oh, maybe guessing the time usually quite accurately.

10. Where were you born?

In the UK, specifically England.

11. What are your hobbies?

Apart from going to the gym, handstanding and watching ql series? I'm currently obsessed with the clothes from the shows 😅...but I also like to go for walks, sometimes I play boardgames, and I like to read (I've been mainly reading fan fic recently though). I also think about lego a lot (and now I have my own place I might get some sets - bonsai tree my beloved) and I used to write but it's been a few years since I last wrote anything.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. I've had cats in the past and I'd like another cat at some point but not for a while.

13. How tall are you?

I'm not 🤭

14. What was your favourite subject in school?

I can't remember now but probably geography...but more geology than countries...or creative writing. There was a point where I enjoyed maths...but didn't study it beyond 16.

15. What is your dream job?

I'd actually like to be able to not work, or to only work part time. I've been lucky to have actually had my dream job and I'm very grateful for the opportunity/experience.

So that's it! I guess I should tag 15 people since that's the title of this game, so here goes: @grapejuicegay @telomeke (I know you've been tagged a few times) @respectthepetty (I know you've done it already but I wanted to tag you anyway) @celestial-sapphicss @dimplesandfierceeyes @chickenstrangers @wen-kexing-apologist (I know you've already done it as well but leaving this tag here anyway) @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @my-rose-tinted-glasses @slayerkitty @ranchthoughts @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @btwinlines @starryalpacasstuff No pressure obviously. (bonus tag for @absolutebl because I like it when you answer these kinds of things using only photos /gifs)

#the tag game #writing this on christmas morning instead #having a quiet day by myself #and probably unpacking more boxes #saving it in my queue so I hope it doesn't get eaten by tumblr again... #(edited pre-posting to add some tags/notes)

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

“autistic luna” this, “autistic luna” that, can we talk about how hermione was autistic coded pls?

I mean... yes? It's definitely something I've thought about but I haven't really talked about it because I'm aware of my habit of making headcanons that all of my favourite characters are autistic (Dano!Riddler, Robin from ST etc), but yes, I've definitely considered that Hermione is autistic-coded.

Let me just be clear from the beginning: Do I think that R*wling intentionally wrote Hermione as autistic or autistic-coded? Absolutely fucking not. That woman can't write autism for shit, as she's proven with her Strike books; she didn't write Newt as autistic intentionally, nor did she write Luna as autistic intentionally, and I'm not giving that nightmare the credit for any autistic-coded characters in her works because she doesn't deserve it.

With that out of the way, let me discuss autistic!hermione.

One of most obvious things we all know about Hermione is her love of studying; it very much seems that upon finding out she was a witch, she threw herself into that world and learned all that she could about it. By the time she was on the train to Hogwarts for her first year, she had literally read all of the assigned text books and even knew a few basic spells. This is in part due to the fact she wanted to fit in with the Wizarding World - it's implied that she didn't really have any muggle friends pre-Hogwarts, she was probably ostracised for being such a "know-it-all", and it's clear that she wanted to fit in at Hogwarts, to find a place where she belonged, hence why she threw herself into it (and also because of her love of learning of course). You can see that she was desperate not only to learn as much as possible but also to make friends; if she didn't care about being accepted and making friends, Ron's comment about "no wonder she hasn't got any friends" wouldn't have hurt her nearly as much.

While a love of studying certain topics and a desire to fit in aren't solely autistic traits, they are ones that autistic people do seem to experience, myself included. Speaking from experience, I want to fit in and make friends because I feel lonely, and I see that everyone else around me seems comfortable/to have found people they can be around and trust, and I wish I had that. I find friendships very difficult to build and maintain, because I don't know how to talk to people or how to get them to like me, and I feel deficient in that area. Again, that's probably an experience non-autistic people can relate to as well, but from what I can tell it seems to be very common among us.

Another reason I think Hermione could be autistic-coded is that she seems to display a lack of empathy for others at times; a prime example of this is when Lavender's rabbit, Binky, died. Lavender was - quite understandably - sobbing about it, especially given that Binky was only a baby and that he was killed by a fox. Instead of offering any kind of sympathy or empathy, Hermione instead lectured her (and everyone else) about how Trelawney wasn't actually a seer, analysing how Trelawney didn't predict the bunny's death - she was more interested in proving that Divination sucked because it was her worst subject, like she had to have some kind of win over Trelawney/Divination. And while I understand her logic, she was sort of right, choosing that very moment - when one of her dorm-mates was sobbing over her dead pet - was not the best time to voice it. There's also her utter disregard for Ron's feelings over "Scabbers"; she had this "he's never really cared that much about Scabbers anyway" "he's an old rat anyway" kind of mentality that just displayed no kind of attempt to understand his feelings. The fact that Hermione became a pet owner herself just a few months before all of this also goes to show her lack of empathy/sympathy, the fact that despite owning an animal now she still was unable to do the socially acceptable thing and show empathy/sympathy instead of logic. Hermione is certainly not emotionless by any means, but there are definitely times where she seems so absorbed by her own ideas and thoughts/feelings that she's oblivious to other people's.

Not all autistic people are like this, of course, and not all people who display a lack of empathy or sympathy are necessarily autistic, but it's another thing to consider. While I like to think of myself as being a bit too empathetic, there are many times where I've appeared selfish and too caught up in my own head/feelings to regard other people's feelings or how best to approach being there for them. It's not because I don't care for them, it's just that I'm so caught up in my own thoughts and how I'm feeling that I often don't think twice about how someone else must be doing - and I'd say it's the same for Hermione, because while she doesn't seem to feel particularly strongly either way about Lavender in PoA, we know she definitely cares for Ron because he's one of her best friends (and love interest but if anything it was probably more a crush than anything else in third year)

Some more things that I'm too exhausted to discuss properly because I'm suffering severe burnout right now:

Hermione is very blunt and to the point, she doesn't sugarcoat things or mince words at all

It's mentioned that she talks very fast, to the point where during their first interaction Harry's like "did she even breathe during that speech?!?!", which is usually what I do when I infodump on people because I want to get all of my words out before I'm interrupted or forget them

An extremely good memory, she remembers so much of what she reads in books; the only reason I don't think it's photographic is because she read about Flamel and then later didn't remember it immediately when the trio were searching for information on him until Harry found him mentioned on the back of Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog card.

It's worth mentioning that she panics in dangerous situations and seems to forget things; "oh we don't have any wood to build a fire", for example, and then Ron had to remind her that she's a witch and can literally just use magic - something you'd think she'd remember given that she not only set Snape on fire that year but also created flames to put in jars during the winter

Hermione seems to be brilliant at spells and magic that require precision, but then she struggles with spells/magic that require some creativity and imagination like the Patronus charm - she's a logical thinker and so struggles with emotional charms

This links to what I said above about a lack of sympathy/empathy and her struggle making friends, but she definitely lacks social awareness; she constantly butts into other people's conversations and business, speaks her mind abrasively, and critically

Hermione taking on way too many classes in PoA, struggling to keep on top of it all, and snapping at anyone who came near her; struggling to manage things is is commonly found among many of us with autism since we can often only handle a certain amount of sensory input before we get overwhelmed.

Her reluctance to even consider other people's views/beliefs, eg. Luna's belief in strange or bizarre sounding creatures. She may have technically been right, but she was rude to Luna about it and didn't even want to consider why someone may have an opposing view. Hermione is so set in what she believes in, and what she believes in is logic and hard evidence.

I also recently found out that Emma Watson was apparently diagnosed with combined/hyperactive type ADHD as a child; while autism and ADHD are two different things, sometimes there's an overlap and sometimes people have both, so it's not outside the realm of possibility that any autistic/neurodivergent traits in movie!Hermione are partly down to this.

I'd be interested to hear other people's thoughts and if people want to add onto this post because it's been a long time since I read the books properly, and its also 1:30am here so I'm going to bed to try and get a few hours sleep!

#hermione granger #autism #autistic #actually autistic #harry potter #emma watson

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ALL MINE

Gundham x F!reader

This was a request from one of my friends! (Not disclosing who they are here) This is going to be a smut and rather feral at that! So read at your own will!!! AND MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Yandere, predator prey scenario, SMUT, bondage (scarf), biteing/marking, nip biting, overstimulated fucking, pet name (Bunny), dirty talking, slight humiliation, slight Breeding talk, scratching, mention of killing, Gore, no protection, gagging (reader receiving), implied stalking, deadly hide and seek

You wonder how you ended up like this.

It's been 3 hours by now, since HE started this twisted game of hide and seek. You can't go to anyone for help. HE killed them, their all gone. It's quite, oh so quiet, where your hiding at. The silence scares you. Your breath sounds 10x more loud and so does everything around you.

Oh how did this happen?

The day was the same always when your apart of a death game made by a living build-a-bear, you don't know if it's remote controlled or actually real. Everything was the same, Nagito following Hajime while being a nuisance, Mikan was with Ibuki singing on stage, Sonia and Akane both sunbath on the beach. You were waiting for soda, he's your best friend on the island.

Waiting on the bench that had a straight view of the beach, and also a view of everyone else, you sigh thinking he's late. About to get up, someone cover's your eye's making you panic for a minute before recognizing the gloves with dried oil on them. " Guess who~~!!!! " the sound of a all to familiar voice laced with excitement makes a smile cross your face.

" Soda!!!!! " Turning around, you hug him over the bench while he let's out a short laugh. Letting him go, you notice the oil stains on him and giggle while wiping one on his cheek " You got a little oil there Soda, plane more difficult than you expected? " the playful tone in your voice and the sly look you give him causes pink to spread all over his face. He sputters while trying to find a response to your teasing.

" I-I guess you could say that. . . . " he looks away before shaking his head and turning to you with excitement in his eyes. " Hey, I have a idea! " giving a simple hum he continues, " Why don't we meet up tonight! Just you and me! We can hang out on the beach and stargaze! " your face heats up as you respond to him, closing your eyes and smiling up at him " Of course Soda! I'll meet you at 10, OK? " getting onto your toes you peck his cheek before leaving, not noticing the flustered Soda

And the eyes watching from afar filled with rage. . . .

Your breath stills as you hear the footsteps just a few feet away from your hiding spot. Shuffling closer into the darker parts of your spot you think back to why the hell this is happening. You rarely seen him,

Gundham Tanaka

,he was another one of the victims of the game but when you first speaked to him something felt. . . . OFF about him. The way he looked at you still makes you shiver when thinking about it,his pet hamsters always found a way into your dorm room somehow, rare chats with him were rather. . . . . . Interesting, he's always in the same area as you or even before you! It gets creepy fast and it didn't help that you felt someone WATCHING you every night and during the day, you should have known.

That's when you hear his voice, it makes every nerve in your body freeze and your gut drop like a pit. It's far away but when you hear it again, it's closer. . . .

" Bunny~. . . Where are you? I promise I won't hurt you! I just lost my temper with that stupid mechanic, that's all! "

Those WORDS. You can't help the tiny sob that slips past your lips as you remember what you and Soda were doing before this all happened. But, you couldn't do anything!

Walking along the sandy path, you and Soda were making jokes while laughing together. " Oh god! You remember when Ibuki tried to do a backflip while playing her guitar? " your breath was catching up with itself as Soda recalled the event " Yeah! She fell face first and ended up having to get patched by Mikan! " it caused you to go back in a laughing fit.

Stopping behind Soda, he turns around while smiling at you with his eyes half liding. When your laughing died down you look at him, curious and confused. " Soda? Is something wrong? " he walked closer to you before stopping in front of you, grabbing your chin with his hand " God, your more beautiful under the moonlight. . . "

BLOOD

That's all you see after those words before running into the hotel like building on the island, him almost right behind you, calling you bunny and trying to explain.

That's what happened before this started. Before you realized that while you were out, he killed everyone before going after Soda. Without realizing it, you shuffle forward slightly because it had been quite for a while. The minute your back was to the darkness, two hands sprout from it. One wraps around your waist while the other covers your mouth, that's when you feel the solid chest behind you and someone whispering in your ear.

" There we go bunny! I finally got ya'. . . . " you immediately try to get away, you still hearing him growl and feeling something hard press against you. " Now now bunny, we don't want you to escape again. " seeing a chance as you feel his hand loosen, you bite on the fingers you can reach. Big mistake. He grunts before forcing his fingers further down your throat, causing you to gag.

" Bunny. . . . . Such a naughty little thing. Maybe you should be punished hmm? Have you begging to be forgiven while I corrupt your soul? Doesn't that sound lovely bunny~. . . . " the blush that covers your face and the obvious heat between your legs makes you feel sick.

' Why is my body reacting like this!?!? ' it screams in your head while you continue to choke on his fingers. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck while he continues to talk, causing you to lean your head further on them. " Such pretty noises bunny~. . . . . I wonder what else that little mouth of yours can do? " His hand on your waist lowers to the heam of your pants, causing a slightly gagged whimper from you.

His hand stopped right on top of your mound, causing you to pull your thighs together inevitably rubbing against him. He growled before letting out a deep chuckle, his fingers left the wet cavern that is your mouth and covered over it again " So cute. You don't need to be scared bunny, your in good hands. Why don't I move us somewhere more comfortable hm? My friends will take care of everything else. "

You should be scared, even terrified at what he just whispered to you! But if your being honest with yourself, you don't feel terrified. If anything, it turns you on, you've been sneaking secret glances at him the first few days you knew him until feeling watched and, even as he brings you to his dorm smiling like a phycopath, you can't help the excitement in your stomach.

It gets ripped out of your body for a minute thought, once you see Soda's body. A pure bloody mess is the best way to describe it, you could barley tell it was him unless you notice the few clumps of pink hair still on his head. The skull was more than likely caved in, a single spear through his torso coming out from both ends, the knife marks were the easiest to notice though, and you wish you didn't see them.

His tounge was cut off laying in a front pocket, his arms were covered in slashes that show he put a fight, his stomach though. . . . . It was ripped open, everything on bloody display with the knife lodged in his lungs. " Oh! I'm sorry you have to see the mess bunny! I guess they haven't got to him yet. " his voice went monotone at the end with a underlay of anger as his smile dropped.

Before being able to question him your brought into his room, which is right where the beach is, his smile came back as he set you down on the bed. Getting a good lock at him you finally take in how he looks, his hair's down with the white strand falling in front of his face slightly and he has blood on his clothes, and the tent in his pants is almost hidden if it wasn't for the lights being on. The slight whine in the back of your throat causes a deep chuckle to come from him

" So impatient, aren't you bunny? " He walks closer to the bed while taking off his scarf, causing you to scoot further up the bed as he starts to get on it. " G-Gundham, I don't kno- " you couldn't finish your sentence as he engulfed your lips in a heated kiss. His tounge slipped in while he grabbed your waist, dragging you closer to him which caused a whimper to slip past your lips.

Breaking off the kiss he smirks at your flustered face, you still look so god damn innocent and he already feels those dark twisted thoughts about how to ruin you creep up again. That'll have to wait though, maybe another time he will do it but right now he doesn't want to risk you running again in fear or getting him caught by the bear. " Put your wrist together for me bunny~. " the way his voice drops makes your head turn away while holding both hands together in front of you, his smirk grows even bigger. " So obedient. . . . Maybe I should use that against you, huh Bunny? "

If you didn't blush before now you were, his voice went husk on bunny and the feeling of him binding your wrists with this scarf causes you to look back at him, " Why did you tie my wrists? " it was mainly to get confirmation on what he intended to do and also to know if he was going to drug you or not, " Don't worry about it bunny, like I said before! Your in good hands~. " pulled into another kiss he doesn't give you a break with the kisses, only rarely do you get your breath when he pulls away for a second, his hands seem to wander while yours are bound and inbetween y'all

That's when he starts to practically tear off your clothes, causing you to jerk back before looking down to see the tatters below you. Looking back up at Gundham now only in your undergarments, he licks his lips looking you up and down before meeting your eyes on your pink face. " So pretty. . . . . Those clothes of yours really do help to hide most of it~. " you give a slight whine while looking away and closing your legs together.

He gives a short laugh before starting to take off the layers of clothes he has on, which you shamelessly watched, stopping at his pants " Why do you get to keep your pants and my clothes are in- " " Because I'M the one in charge Bunny. " you closed your mouth while looking him in the eyes, they were possessive and dangerous. Seeing you finally shut up he smiled before moving to getting rid of your last remaining clothes, he tore the straps on your bra and unclipped it so it came off, he was annoyed that you were blocking his view but moved onto what was what you both had been anticipated. Lowering down he grabs your underwear with his teeth, having to move your legs with his hand to achieve it, before leaving you fully exposed.

You tried closing your legs but his hands stopped you from doing that. He didn't take his eyes of your cunt, practically drooling at the near sight of it! He licked his lips before looking up at you, his eyes searching for any discomfort or disapproval, you gave him a nervous but gentle smile so he knew you were fine with this. Once he had the clear his eyes sparkled and he dived down

And oh sweet FUCK!

You didn't even have a chance to prepare for it or to ask him not to go crazy with it! Your moans were loud, and so were the whines, whimpers, and the broke curses falling from your mouth, but that just seemes to drive Gundham MORE. He was eating you out like some sort of fucking gourme dessert, his tounge was licking you like crazy. And if not? It was drilling like a jackhammer almost! It wasn't taking long for your first orgasm to ride up on you, almost chanting Gundham's name as a warning.

" G-Gundham! I-Ha~! I'm-! " you couldn't finish your final call to warn him before clamping around his tounge, he greedily lapped everything up while he moved his hands away to work on his pants while you came down from your high. He flipped you over which caught you by surprise and made you yelp, Gundham lifted the half of your body with your ass so it was in the air while your arms and slightly your chest was in the bed. " Bunny, I need you to tell me if it hurts alright? " He spoke while still sitting on his knees behind you, his pants and boxers now off letting you get a good look at his dick.

It was probably a good 6 to 9 inches and it looked thick as well, you whimpered slightly while clenching around nothing. He gave a smug but sweet grin " Don't worry bunny, I'll make it as painless as possible! " even though deep down he just wanted to make you a sobbing mess, it was for another time. All that mattered now was ruining what innocence was left in you, with that he slowly leaned forward onto you as you buried your head in your bound hands waiting for something to happen. But you got impatient. " Are you no-FUCK! "

He was quick with getting himself in all in one thrust but stayed still letting you get used to the feeling of it. " Shhhh. . . . It's alright bunny. Just relax ok? " he whispered it into your ear as you kept on whimpering, he planted kisses on your shoulder as he kept telling you it was fine and to relax. After a few minutes you wiggled your hips slightly before letting out a low whine, taking it as the green flag his movements were slow as he continued to plant kisses on your shoulder and sometimes your neck. The small moans and whines coming from you were small and unoticable, He wasn't gonna keep it at that.

His hand wandered down to your stomach as he drew his hips back, the tip being the only thing left inside, you were confused but practically SCREAMED when he slammed back in. His pace became sometimes along the lines of hard and beastly and it didn't help that he started to leave bites all over what skin he could reach, you were basically bouncing back and forth almost but his hand held you in place. When he stopped biting he started almost humiliating you " So loud! If I knew you'd be such a needy whore for me stuffing you full, I would have done this the first day! " he kept ramming you while giving audible groans and growls when you'd clench on him, it didn't take long for another orgasm to hit you but he didn't stop. Oh nononono! If anything it edged him on MORE. " g-Gundham! Ple-aH! please stAP! "

You felt like your nerves were on fire, but to your surprise, Gundham slowed down to the pace he started at which caused you to whimper instead of screaming your lungs out. He didn't stop his dirty talking though. " Did I already wear my bunny out? So pure that you can't even hold on longer? " He laughed while you tried ducking your head which looked like a tomato. That's when he flipped you over so you can look up at him, you whine from him not pulling out before flipping you " Such cute little noises, it's almost tempting to fuck that pretty mouth of yours instead. . . " he leaned in for a kiss before deciding to keep moving, you were still oversensitive though. " se-sensitive... " " I know bunny, I know. " he still kept it slow but started to slowly speed up which made your whimpers get louder.

He slowly got back to just ramming into you which made you start scream again but with his name instead, yelling like a banshee when he lifted your legs and hit your prostate. The glint in his eyes when he heard you made him stop for a minute before starting starting up again nailing that spot everytime. You kept tugging at the scarf hoping it would come undone and when it did you lached your arms around him, leave scratch marks on his back.

And by the GODS if that didn't break whatever self control he had. . .

Almost immediately he started biting you again while speeding up growling like a animal, in return you started to scream and scratch him leaving red marks all over his back. You hit another orgasm but instead of slowing down like before he kept fucking you without mercy, and you telling him to slow down wasn't even on your mind any more because your brain felt like mush almost. " Bunny! Hah! I don't think I'll be lasting much longer from you squeezing yourself around me! " you let out a high pitched whine while wet noises became more intense as he kept his animalistic pace up " God! I can't wait to pump you full with MY kids! You'll look so pretty filled to the brim! Maybe I'll even give you more once the first ones done! " that's when it dawned on you he wasn't wearing a condom and it might actually happen, BUT WHY SHOULD YOU GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT?

You were all his now and you LOVED it! You almost drew blood from his shoulder when he bite one of your nipples " g-GUnDham teEth!!!! " you could barely make words at this point, the overstimulation and the intensity of it all was driving you up a wall. Gundham's biting was just the tip of the iceberg. By now you had assumed it was dawn at this point but looking to the window you let out a gasp seeing that it was still dark out and having a third orgasm hit.

It was pure torture to you and pure bliss to Gundham, He'd seen what you do behind closed doors and it was agonizing that he couldn't rip that door off and just HELP you. He started to get sloppy, now finally getting his high, and reduced himself to growling and covering you in more bites. " Such a good Bunny..... Just a little more then I'll fill you like you deserve! " his voice dropped at the end and his words were surprisingly stable even though he was growling like crazy.

With one final thrust he stilled as you moaned while squeezing his dick dry. " T-There. . . . Just like you deserve. . . " he was huffing as were you but a little more ragged, trying to get every breath you could. He pulled out while laying beside you as you still tried to catch your breath. You felt tired and full, So you cuddled into his side while he let out a low chuckle. You fell asleep to him running his fingers through your hair, hearing one last thing before falling into darkness

" Goodnight Bunny~. . . . "

AND WE'RE AT THE END! I'm so sorry for the long read and if it was cringy. . . . . BUT let me know if you want improvements or you can request from my request page for another story like this (maybe even different stuff too!) But that's all for now! Hope you enjoyed my post!

#gundham tanaka #yandere #danganronpa #yandere danganronpa #yandere gundham tanaka #smutty #biting kink #scratching #soft gore #choking #no protection #stalking #f reader

[arlothia]

Random fun questions to answer, then tag your buddies!

Thanks for the tag, @clonemedickix! And I love your little comic at the bottom!! hahaha!

Questions:

1. What is your personality type? (Enneagram or Meyers-Briggs or DISC or whatever you like!)

I'd never heard of the last one, so I'll just give the first two:

Enneagram: I'm mostly a 9 with some strong 2, 6, and 7 tendencies

And this actually reminds me that the song "Nine" by Sleeping At Last based off of the Enneagram Type Nine. Judging by the gut punch I got when I first listened to this and the sob fest I had, it's no surprise to me I'm a 9 🙃 (I question how small 5 is since I love researching things...)

Meyers-Briggs: ESFJ-T

2. What car would you like to own, if money were no issue?

I actually really like my minivan - it can hold a lot of people and a lot of stuff. I'd just have it tricked out with a good radio and AC/heater system - I want to be able to have cold air on my face and hot air at my feet if I feel like it!

3. Describe your high school self in five words?

"Teacher's Pet" (I was literally voted this my Sophomore year!), smart, geeky, friendly.

4. What environment is your favorite and makes you feel most at home? A coffee shop, a forest, the Swiss mountains, home with friends, etc?

Home. Gotta be home. Especially if I'm in my own personal cave (i.e. my room) where it can be dark and cool and I can get away from the evil sun (can you tell I'm writing this in summer? :P )

5. Describe your perspective on life in five words?

Overall positive, difficult, worthwhile, discovery.

6. Which traits would make up the ideal best friend for you and why?

Listens (because I've had too many people interrupt me in my life), is okay with casual silence or not constant interaction (because even though I'm an extrovert even I need a break sometimes), has similar interests (so we can talk about and enjoy the same things), also has different interests (so we can both learn about new things and have the joy of telling the other about things we love)

7. What is something in life that you get a disproportionate delight from?

PIGS!!!!

LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE FREAKING ADORABLE!!!!!!

I don't know why, but ever since I was about 8-ish I've just loved pigs! I collect everything pig-related (it's a go-to gift for me if people don't know what to get me for birthday/Christmas) and I have a massive collection of stuffed animals, figurines, piggy banks, and anything with a pig likeness on it! I also love irl pigs, both alive and on my plate. Just...

PIGS!!!! 🐷

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And this is where tag games go to die, so if you see this, consider yourself tagged!!

#me #mine #clonemedickix #thanks for the tag! #tag game #random stuff about me #PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[iwannawritelots]

So This Is It

Originally written March 2022

Masterlist

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

PLATONIC: Lucifer and Mammon

(genderless MC mentioned but not present)

Trigger/content warnings: lesson 16 spoilers, death, self-destructive behavior, mourning

Headcanons/notes from the author: (SPOILERS) Barbatos does not alter the timeline here.

Brief Blurb: Lucifer returns to MC’s room after the incident.

Lucifer sighed deeply and stared at your bedroom door. It had only been a day, which usually only felt like a moment in demons' lives... but somehow it felt like it had been as long as Satan's existence. Had he even slept...? He doubted it. He couldn't remember.

After watching the door for a long while, he gripped the knob and cautiously turned it. The door swung open and he instantly regretted his actions. The room was empty and cold. It still smelled like you, but your presence was gone. Tears trickled down his face and he stepped back, hand slamming over his mouth to muffle a sob. Why didn't he try harder to protect you?

Despite his pride, Lucifer leaned his forehead against the hallway wall and weakly cried into his hands. This wasn't right... Surely Barbatos could have done something...? Would that cause issues between the three worlds? Your death has done so anyways, right?

Why was this so difficult? He could usually bring himself back from horrible events with much less strangling of his pride. Lucifer began to smack his forehead against the wall, sniffling and crying while hoping the action wouldn't leave him visibly bruised. This wasn't mature or sophisticated, but it was all he could think to do. If he just kept bashing his head into the wall, maybe he would finally come to his senses and be himself again.

The grief didn't stop, however, and Lucifer continued to simply smash his forehead against the wall with tears clawing down his face. He could feel his forehead bleeding too, which he didn't have the capacity to care about. He may have continued to do so forever, if it weren't for someone gently holding his head and guiding him away from the wall.

"Lucifer, what're ya doin'...?"

Lucifer didn't dare look at Mammon. "I don't know what came over me..."

"If ya can't go into _____'s room, then don't. It's only been a day."

Without even seeing his face, Lucifer could tell that Mammon was barely holding in his own tears. How could he just accept Mammon's reassurances like this...? "Mammon... I can't let this affect me, so—"

"Ya ain't got a choice, Lucifer," Mammon blurted in a choked up voice. "'Cause we're all affected. We're all sad. Wouldja jus' listen to me for once?"

Lucifer scowled and blinked out a few more tears. "F-Fine..."

"We can sort out _____'s things later, okay? So jus' let yourself be sad." Mammon very cautiously pulled Lucifer into a loose hug, wanting to make sure he could easily escape it if he wished. When Lucifer returned the gesture, Mammon weakly snuggled into his chest before allowing himself to let out a quiet sob. "J-Jus' let yourself be s-sad..."

Lucifer squeezed Mammon close to himself and gently petted his hair. "I'm here, Mammon..."

Sniffling and bawling, Mammon muttered, "D-Damn it... I was tryna be here for ya, but I started cryin'..." He hid in Lucifer's chest, completely broken up inside. "I love _____ s-so much, Lucifer..."

Lucifer untangled his little brother's white curls and hushed him. "I know, Mammon... I do too..."

"It's n-not fair..." Mammon mumbled, sniffling and shaking. "B-Belphie didn't even give 'em a chance..."

Lucifer rubbed Mammon's back, attempting to keep his own sobs calm. "I hope he learns to understand what he did wrong..."

#darlingqueue #angst #hurt/comfort #lucifer #luci #mammon #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! #obey me #omomtrta #omswd #om! #om #fanfiction #fanfic #darlingficsbycinna #iwannawritelots

[violetclarity]

not me considering forging my cat’s vaccination records so that I can move into my new place without having to take her to the vet...

#listen I know vaccination is important I'm not an anti-vaxxer #but she gets vv scared at the vet w/o me #and I'm not allowed to go in w her bc of covid #I don't want to give her meds or have her sedated just 4 a check-up #and like yes her rabies vaccine is expired but you know what she also doesn't do? go outside. #(I took her to the vet a few months ago and they charged me several hundred $$s) #(even though they didn't actually DO ANYTHING bc she wouldn't come out of her crate) #me: sobbing about how difficult it is to own a pet when you don't own your home

[bloodpenned]

You can't just hide in the tags "don't get me started" and not expect someone to say for you to continue. What about that mommy kink for Kylar fam?

LAKSJDKLDF HONESTLY I WAS JUST HOPING SOMEONE WOULD BRING IT UP SO I WOULDN’T HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN POST TO RAMBLE <3 but YEAH i think kylar would have a mommy kink 100% fight me on this you will loses

They adore the idea of you taking care of them, of you giving gentle orders and cooing praises. To lose themselves in your attention. But I don’t think it’s a kink they’re too open about having, and if you bring it up, they’re hiding just how relieved and excited they are. Their success is debatable. (Though there’s also a decent chance you’ll get to find out by them moaning out mommy during sex, and then panicking over it and freezing up.) 

At first, it’s difficult for them to even call you mommy without stuttering. When you tell them mommy thinks they’re doing a good job anyway, they get the biggest smile on their face, their cheeks flush, and they can’t look you in the eye anymore. It’s overwhelming. When anyone else touches them, it’s only ever a bad thing. They didn’t want anyone getting near them until you came along. Sometimes, they still have to keep themselves from jumping when you lay a hand on them, no matter how much they hate themselves for it.

Because you’re so gentle with them, fingers ghosting over their skin and pressing light kisses to their neck. Kylar trembles underneath you like you’re wrecking them instead. You explore their body from their chest down to their thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of your fingertips. Their brain turns to mush. It’s not helped by the fact you’re calling them mommy’s pretty little thing and telling them how good they’re being, how proud you are of them. There’s a part of them that wants to argue, to tell you that they aren’t even doing anything, that they aren’t worth all this praise. You’re the perfect one here. But most of them doesn’t want you to stop, stop looking at them, stop loving them. There’s no other reason for you to do this other than that you love them, right? You’re putting their pleasure above your own.

Kylar doesn’t notice they’ve been rubbing their thighs together until you mention it, spreading their legs open and touching them. They cum so fast when you use your fingers on them, they’d be humiliated if it didn’t feel so good. All that leaves their lips are strings of thank yous and your name. In their pleasure-drunk haze, they lose all their previous shyness. Hands latch around your wrist and bring you back in, teary eyes staring up at you as they beg you for one more, please, mommy? And again, and again, and again- Kylar just wants you to keep your eyes only on them, keep making their mind blank out.

If you follow their every wish, they’ll end up overstimulating themselves through you. Kylar can’t speak anymore, only slurring mommy. They’re drooling, panting, eyes rolling into the back of their head. Use something else than your fingers now, and they’ll cum instantly, sobbing as they do. For their own good, you shouldn’t push them as far as they want you to. They might actually pass out.

Though if you order them to pleasure you instead, they won’t be holding back either. More than anything, they’d like to bring you close over and over with their mouth. They’ll do it for mommy, if you don’t stop them. Your hands petting their head and your constant praise makes it even better. Their technique is sloppy at best, but they make up for it with sheer enthusiasm. Kylar’s yearning for your attention is only matched by their desire to please you. They’ll look up at you from between your thighs, chin slick and eyes wide, asking you if they’ve done a good job after they made you cum. 

After the first time, you’ve awakened something in them. Don’t be surprised if you wake up one night to them humping your thigh, whining out a ‘mommy, please?’ once you’re awake.

#degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #k.mommy #k.praise #k.overstimulation #k.crying

[aetheternity]

I'll admit it's exciting. (Armin x reader)

Synopsis: Being your professor's dirty little secret. His pet.. Sounded too good to refuse.

Warning: Smut in the later chapters! 18+ only

"Good girl.." Your lip tucked itself beneath your tooth. Spine tingling at the intoxicating scent surrounding you.

You coaxed a breath off your lips as the almost inaudible creak of the desk under your professors weight made you sit up straight. His arms locking you in place.

You looked into his soft blue eyes feeling a tinge of entrapment at the way he had you locked in.

"Do you understand now?" His surprisingly large hands caressed your shoulder.

"Y-yeah." If you could see your own face you'd probably be embarrassed but you were currently helpless to the tiny bits of touch he allowed you.

Your elbows pushed you up just a little bit closer to his chest. His touch disappearing too soon.

"I think you'll be ready for the test in a couple days." And suddenly every bit of him was walking away and back to sit at his desk. "You should still study though. This stuff has been difficult for you."

~~~~

"Y/N."

The tip of your nail stayed fidgeting between your lips.

"Y/N."

Words flew through your brain but it all continued to just be flushed straight out again.

"Y/N!" The book flew from your grasp landing with a clatter that attracted glances from all angles.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Eren asked, concern etched into his deep sapphire eyes.

You let out a harsh exhale. "I was, until Sasha stopped my heart." You held a palm up to your chest, glaring over at Sasha.

Mikasa blinked boredom sunk into her features. Her cheeks forced into the palms of her hands as her elbows stayed firmly planted into the table. "New class?"

You nodded, shutting your binder before promptly flipping it open again.

"You'll be fine." She muttered, staring at you with her own version of concern.

"How can you say that? I had to transfer from a different class a month after the semester already started. You know how much stuff I've already missed! Not to mention I had originally thought this class was gonna be next semester me's problem." With a groan you let your head flop harshly onto the mildly sticky table in front of you.

"I think what Mikasa was trying to suggest was that Mr. Arlert has always been said to be a very gentle and caring professor." Sasha said

"You can always take office hours if you really have a hard time." Eren suggested

"Thanks Eren, but I think you're forgetting that I hate doing anything outside of class that won't immediately get me a passing grade."

Eren just shrugged, moving to stuff his notebooks into his own bag. All of them genuinely looking as though he'd just reused them from high school. Each one with a rip in the first page or the spiral unraveling.

"Welp it's 2:00." Sasha reminded you. And you groaned so loud you could practically feel the stares from other tables touching your soul.

"Maybe I'll fall down the stairs and break my ankle before I get up there." You slung your bag onto your shoulder hanging your head as you walked off.

"I'll have your favorite donuts in my room after you get out!" Sasha called

"You should've started with that!"

You made the walk so much longer by dragging your feet up every stair individually and rubbing a finger to your temple. So much so that it surprised you when you walked into the classroom and no one was in there except..

"Oh hello."

Hot..

So so very hot..

His smile sparkled only futher brightened by his deep blue eyes. His short blond hair parted slightly over his forehead. His blue button up was cuffed up against his forearms revealing a very slender but still fairly muscular set of hands. He probably had a nice chest too.

"You must be Y/N." He chuckled and before you could reassociate he was giving you a whole new list of things to think about as he bent over his desk to retrieve a piece of paper.

"Here's the syllabus. You're starting kinda late so it will be helpful to you to come to office hours. My office hours are at the bottom here." When he reached forward to point his scent caught you by surprise. A sweet almost fruit like smell wafted up your nose. "I hope you'll catch on quickly. Sit wherever you'd like."

His remark barely registered in your mind, your mouth hung open immediately slamming shut as the class quickly began to fill.

Before you could get swept up by the people flooding into the room you made your way to the front plopping down into the seat closest to the window. When you looked up again from where you'd yanked your binder almost haphazardly out of your bag, you caught the quickest wink you'd ever seen in your entire life.

Or maybe it was your imagination.

But the way he leaned a little closer when he approached you wasn't.

"Front row? Good choice."

Regardless of the heart problems he'd recently caused you he was moving on. Quickly silencing the class and starting the lesson.

Hot.

The only thought racing through your head.

Hot. Hot. Hot..

He was pretty! When he turned off the light his eyes didn't dull in the almost blinding way in which they shone. His hair fluttered over his forehead and ears and his shirt seemed to hug his chest tighter every time he reached up to turn off the projector or even just to reach a high spot on the board.

You already knew everything from today was going in one ear and out the other but it was really hard to give a damn when your professor's pants cupped his ass they way they did. His dark shoes clicked across the floor and-

"Do you understand any of it? I know it's your first day."

You blinked up at him hoping your eyes weren't as wide as they felt or that you weren't popping your mouth open and close like a suffocating fish.

He smiled, flipping the paper on the desk around till it faced him. "Can I?" He reached for the tip of your pen and as you let it go your fingers brushed in probably the strongest current of static that had ever touched your body.

"Don't worry ok this is just a practice test I wanna see what you know." He said, leaving a couple marks on the paper. He then pointed to the two empty test questions. "Don't leave anything blank ok."

This time when he walked away you were without a doubt certain he'd winked. When you looked down at your paper again you could see 3 checks on the paper in the light blue ink you were using and a little smiley face in the corner.

Your chest honestly had no right fluttering the way it did over something so trivial.

The class was only an hour and forty minutes but when it was over you felt like you'd only been seated there for ten minutes. When you handed the test paper back he sent you one final wink that made your knees buckle.

"See you next time." He said and you had to forcibly stop yourself from shuttering.

You half speed walked half ran out of there as soon as his classroom door had shut behind you. All the way to Sasha's dorm room.

You slammed it open already knowing Sasha only kept it locked when she wasn't in there. Your chest was heaving and you held onto the door frame for support. Noticing the immediate and visible flinch from Eren and Sasha.

"He's. Hot!!" You gasped for air before walking in and sinking to the floor in front of Sasha. She didn't budge as you fell against her shoulder just wrapped an arm around your shoulders hugging your back. "Oh god he's so hot.." You breathed into Sasha's collarbone.

"Looks like she did learn something." Eren muttered

"No! You don't understand he's like so pretty!"

Mikasa didn't even try to hide the way she rolled her eyes and Eren just sighed.

"Aww you've got a crush on your professor that's adorable." Sasha said, reaching into the box next to her, grabbing your favorite donut she pushed it into your open mouth pulling it back slightly to allow you to chew.

You sobbed a little before sighing and falling back into Sasha's neck. "What the hell am I gonna do?" You sighed

"Focus on passing the class is probably the first step." Eren replied

"Now you're just being silly." You replied, rubbing your fingers into the floor.

Sasha brought the donut back up to your lips smiling as you took another bite. "I wanna see him now! Isn't he the really young professor? Like he's supposedly only twenty five as of recently and got hired less than a year ago."

"Yeah.." You quickly put your password into your phone, turning the screen so Sasha could see.

Mikasa and Eren scooted closer as Sasha took a closer look. "He is pretty." Mikasa was the first to speak.

"Why do you just have his picture pulled up? How're you already being creepy?" Eren questioned

You scoffed, "I just happened to be looking on Instagram during a quick bathroom trip.. and I just so happened to look for him.. it's his fault for making it easy." You snatched the donut from Sasha taking a bigger bite.

"Yeah no I agree with Eren this is cree- AW HE HAS A DOG!" Sasha snatched the phone zooming in on the puppy in his lap.

"Actually it's his family's dog. Her name's Pumpkin and he goes home as often as possible to see her. A small two hour train ride to be exact." You sigh briefly "I've never really liked Terriers as a dog breed but that one's so cute.."

"Is the dog cute or is it the guy holding her?" Mikasa questioned with a little smirk.

"Not helping Mikasa.." Eren interjected "What are you even thinking? No matter if you like professor Arlert or not he has to keep it professional and so do you."

"Eren, look at the puppy." You took your phone from Sasha turning the screen back to face him.

He glanced down at the image then back into your eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Puppy!"

"Creepy!" He pressed the power button on your phone and you deflated against Sasha's legs letting your phone turn over onto its face.

"I'll never understand why you don't go for a degree in hacking or something the way you always manage to pull up information on people." Mikasa shook her head.

"Probably going to be stuck with more math classes for one and secondly when I become a supervillain I don't need everyone knowing it was apart of my major." You replied, with an exaggerated eye roll.

Sasha shrugged, "If it was your major I'm pretty sure everyone would understand your descent into madness."

"I can't believe you just said that.." Eren groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Me or her?" You asked

"Yes!"

~~~~

Thursday came too soon. Or maybe you should say, finally Thursday is here! You jumped back and forth between the two but by the time you slid into the honestly uncomfortable classroom seat and placed your bag between your legs you knew exactly what you felt.

"Professor!" A female's voice caught your attention and you turned slightly to see a short brown haired girl running into the classroom.

"You were right about what I was missing! Once I applied what we talked about in office hours it became so simple."

"That's what I like to hear Petra." He winked as he flipped through a stack of papers on his desk.

Wait, had he always done that to all the students or had you just not noticed last time? You felt your shoulders hunch but they were instantly picking back up again as he slid a piece of paper onto your desk.

"You did pretty well on that practice test. Seems like you'll be up to speed in no time." He smiled, a deep warm smile that made your stomach squeeze.

Your lips curled upwards and you quickly moved to hide it behind your paper as he walked away.

"You too huh?"

You felt your skin practically vibrate but you hoped and prayed it wasn't too noticeable.

"Wh-what?" You glanced over at the girl Petra who sat only one desk away from you. Her features flat and her eyes dark in the middle an almost scary contrast from earlier.

"You're into him too?" She muttered

Was it that obvious? Stupid question. How could you be so obvious?

"I don't think you'll win out." She continued and before you could question it, she pointed to the back row.

It seemed almost like a tussle as Mr. Arlert was being held hostage by another young female holding his hand. He smiled mildly awkwardly as he spoke with her, nodding his head to everything her and the other girls surrounding her said. The first girl running a thumb over the back of his hand.

You felt your skin prickle and you exhaled loudly. "So.. I'm guessing you too.."

Petra blinked at you then quickly shifted around in her seat. Mr. Arlert quickly approached the front of the room clapping to get the classes attention. And with that the lesson was beginning.

You noticed from the clap at the beginning of class to the last word uttered that not one word in Mr. Arlert's lesson had actually registered in your mind. Your thoughts too full of Petra's words, her blank almost villainous expression as she'd talked.

And that girl's hand. That annoying girl in the back row. You peeked your head back there looking at the now empty chair. In fact the entire classroom was empty and had been for at least 15 minutes since you continued to struggle with stuffing your binder back into your apparently shrunken bag.

"Need help?"

You bit your lip and looked away as he came closer. You weren't really standing up straight but you immediately noticed the way he towered over you. His fingers so delicate in the way they brushed over yours sliding the irritating object into the confines of your bag.

"Thank you.." You whispered

He chuckled, "No problem, happy to help."

His eyes didn't leave yours for an almost uncomfortable amount of time so you shifted your feet backing away a little. He seemed to notice and placed a hand on the back of his neck, backing up himself.

Oh no. Now he was getting uncomfortable.

He made his way back over to his desk but not before you'd slipped in something to ease the tension. "Sorry for over staying my welcome.."

He let out a soft chuckle. "You're not bothering me plus there are no classes in here for two hours after mine on Thursday. You can stay as long as you'd like."

"O-oh." You face palmed internally at your stupid reply. "So.." You began again. "Do you mind if I asked you how you're such a young professor.."

His eyes flickered up from the work he'd been filling out. "Well, I skipped a couple grades and I was in college by 15. I'm actually still in college now but I was an assistant teacher at 18 for about three years for a high school a couple blocks from here before I became a full fledged teacher and then I worked at the same school as a teacher for three more years before I finally left and started teaching here."

It should've been obvious from the start that he'd worked tireless hours of school to get here at such a young age. Not to mention probably having worked just as hard in the gym. He'd only leaned back a little bit in his chair but it was enough for you to have a perfect mental image.

Your eyes flicked up to his much softer more.. Arlert like smile? Maybe? It just felt like the kind of smile he'd give a friend and less like the smile he used in the classroom. Not that that one felt fake, just.. different.

"Do you.. I mean.. have you always had girls?.." His eyebrows scrunched as you spoke. You pointed to the back of the classroom. "You're young I mean, do girls always touch you like that?"

He blinked up at the ceiling then back down to you. Your breath hitched as he pulled himself up from the desk walking closer to you.

"As soon as they find out I'm not that much older than them? Yeah."

You probably should've stopped but your brain was suddenly working independently. "Does it?.. Do you like that kind of attention?"

He sat down on the desk crossing his arms over his chest and his leg over his knee. He spoke his head. "Not normally no."

"Normally?"

He stood again but this time he stopped directly in front of you. Sharp blue eyes cold and yet warm and vibrant. The desk creaked under your weight as you leaned back into it. His hands at your sides, his breath tickling your upper lip.

His thumb came up to graze your cheek but was quickly removed and planted back on the desk. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded way too eagerly and-

So so so much softer than you'd even thought imaginable. His nose rubbed against yours and he was pulling away. Too soon.

You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him back to you. Immediately delighted by the warm touch of his pretty pink lips.

He pulled back and you yanked him forward. Over and over again with soft peppered kisses. And then one slightly longer one where he was comfortably mushing his lips against yours.

#armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin arlert #armin x y/n #armin aot #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #aot smut #snk smut #aot imagines #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyoujin #cal writes

[millennialzadr]

WROTE A TINY BIT OF ANGST BC I HAD AN IDEA.... ABOUT TACOS

TW DEATH MENTION

so gir is not in my fic, i love him dearly but i needed the boys to be able to spend a LOT of alone time together and having gir around is basically like having a 3 year old who has access to explosives yknow??? how are they supposed to do difficult self work when they can't turn their head for two minutes without someone's pet (or child) being eaten?????

i plan for gir to come back AFTER the events of the fic, but as far as zim knows, gir was sadly disposed of.

zim nuzzles dib's cheek but a smell catches his attention, and he sticks his nose up to dib's mouth

when did you have tacos?! youve never made ME tacos!!

hey-- but zim...! last time i offered, you got really upset, remember...?

...

will you make me some?

yeah, of course.

there's tension, but dib cooks a big plate for zim and eats with him. zim wolfs his food down, it's clearly delicious, but as he eats, dib eventually notices tears filling zim's eyes.

zim starts to sniff as his tears overflow, and he swallows whats in his mouth before sitting still and staring, his expression slowly filling with despair. his hands were pressed in half fists against the top of his thighs and his posture is very stiff. he's clearly trying to hold back, but... the tears stream down his face, and soon he was sobbing, his eyes squeezing shut as he turned his face downward. his voice was filled with pain as the gate holding back his grief was finally broken, and he cried hard. it was hard to watch.

so it really was true... gir was gone. dib felt awful for zim, seeing him like this. he'd never been this vulnerable in front of him before. dib soon reached up to the blanket that was on the back of the couch and pulled it over zim's head. zim quickly grabbed onto the blanket and pulled it around himself, covering his face and hunching over into a slouch as he continued to shake and sob. dib reflexively rubbed zim's upper back. he wasn't sure what would help him, but this was definitely something zim needed to get out. he sat quietly, continuing to rub his friend's back as he listened to him cry, hoping it would convey that he was there for zim. zim sounded so hopelessly distraught, tears were pricking his own eyes now. gir had truly been zim's only companion for over a decade, dib wished he knew what happened. but almost like he could sense the question, zim spoke between strained breaths, his voice cracked and uneven.

"I don't know what happened...! All of a sudden one day, my whole base was gone, minimoose was gone, and gir was gone...!!"

So that was it. My god... How cruel. zim's leaders must have had something to do with it, it sounded too much like a punishment.

"Zim..." Dib didn't know what to say. he just stayed close, kept his hand moving. eventually, the torrent of zim's sadness finally started to ebb, little by little. to dib's surprise, he felt zim shift towards him, and felt grasping hands. zim still wouldn't show his face, but his head pressed up against dib's chest, and dib's arms were wrapped around him before dib gave it a second thought. carefully he held zim tight against himself as he slowly leaned back until he was resting reclined against the couch with zim in a curled heap on his lap. zim still shook with the occasional gasping sob, and dib let him take his time, never letting go of him.

#tw death #zadr #angst #its quite short and i didn't bother editing like #at all #and the beginning is still in draft form #but i know some of yall love angst more than life itself so #have a taste of my brand #wink wonk #soft au #fic #wrote this while half asleep last night #and posting at 9am on a tuesday #highfives myself

[yarichin-imagines]

Can I request an Itome x f!reader? I know that Yaribu is a yaoi but I can't help it lmao. Both NSFW and SFW if possible. And I know that Itome and Akemi are dating and I love both of them I just rarely see Itome x Reader.. You don't have to do this btw I just wanted to give it a shot. *runs and hides in a corner*

ok so...I had so much written down for this, and it disappeared...but I’m willing to try again, since I love Itome so much! He's my second favorite under Shikatani! I'm just gonna write this in an AU where Itome and Akemi are not together, since it's easier. I hope this will suffice! I'm really sorry if this wasn't good. I really hope I touched up on everything I had before losing my progress, I want this to be a good story! (note to self...write answers somewhere else before posting...)

--Admin Bii

One might assume that it would be difficult to be in a relationship with Kotaro Itome. I mean, they always say communication is the most important key to a relationship. Being with a guy that said less words in a day that you could count on your fingers might be a challenge to some. Somehow, though, you two managed to make it work. You always made it work. Not everything had to be said verbally between you two, and you both knew it. To some, Itome was rather intimidating. He towered over many people and seemed cold. To you, however, he was anything but. He was like an excitable puppy at times. You could tell when his eyes lit up on seeing you, when he would wait for you every day, and through all the little things he did to make sure you knew he loved you. This day was like all the others. You two had agreed to come back to his dorm after school to "study". In reality, you both knew this was a lie and you were just going to snuggle the day away and said you did something productive. Itome was excited, and you could tell. He looked so antsy waiting for you in the commons of MoriGaku. Once he saw you, he speedwalked over to greet you in his little Itome way, with the softest and warmest smile he had in him. It was so cute, you couldn't help but reciprocate it. He took your hand and laced your fingers together before starting the walk home with you. His hands were always so soft. You couldn't count the number of times Itome's lavender lotion scent intoxicated you and lulled you to sleep as his soft hands combed through your hair. You loved it. It seemed that Itome always had some sort of new facemask to keep his skin clean, a new bottle of hand lotion, or a special conditioner that kept his hair soft enough for you to just want to shove your face in it. Snapping out of that train of thought, the two of you arrived at Itome's dorm. It was incredibly neat, the second neatest in the club (since of course, no one was allowed to have a cleaner dorm than Shikatani...), with everything all organized and in its proper place. It smelled of vanilla, which you loved. He turned on a soft lamp on his nightstand, the gentle glow of pink fusing into the walls, making the dull white paint look like a sunset. He gestured with his head to his bed, signalling for you to get comfy. You took the invitation, getting under the covers and watching him walk into the mini kitchen and come back with a small box. He got in next to you and opened it. Inside the box were two cupcakes from Itome's favorite bakery. One was made just the way he liked his, and one was made with your favorite flavor and iced in your favorite color. You thanked him in Itome's language, a lengthy kiss on the cheek. His face dusted pink as he handed you your cupcake and picked up his own. Small sighs of joy came from both of you as you ate the delicious sweet. When both of you were done, Itome put the box on his nightstand and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, taking a deep and happy breath. This might have seemed weird to other couples, just cuddling in dead silence without teasing each other or talking about anything. But to you two, it was perfect. It was familiar, it was wonderful. Eventually, however, you noticed something. Something poking your thigh. Something hard poking your thigh. Something hard and penis-shaped poking your thigh. You looked up at Itome and saw a beautiful sight. His face was that deep red, eyes glossed over in a mix of embarrassment and pure lustful need, and his hand covering his mouth to stop any sounds from leaking out. "Itome-kun~?" You whispered right into his ear, knowing how sensitive his ears were. That concept was proven when a thin whine escaped his throat. You chuckled softly, the puff of air against his ear making a tiny "Ahn--" escape from him. "You got so excited just from cuddling with me, huh? What am I gonna do with you~" You hum, tracing a hand down his chest, thin yet soft stomach, and eventually between his thighs. He immediately gasped shakily and tried to thrust into your hand. You smirked. "Uh uh, baby, you gotta be patient." You chided. In an effort to stop himself from rutting against you, he gripped your shoulders tighty and buried himself in the crook of your neck, paritally to hide his embarrassed face, and partially to give you better access. You took the new area of skin exposed, sucking, kissing, licking, and biting along his earlobe down to his neck. His tiny sobs of need were muffled in your shirt. "You gonna be a good boy for me, Itome?" You whisper, giving him a soft kiss afterwards. He nodded rapidly, crying in need. He needed your warmth. He needed you. "Mmkay, then I need you to strip for me." You gently guided him. He squirmed out of his clothes surprisingly quickly. You giggled at how badly he wanted you. "Now, I want you to take my clothes off." you hummed. Itome nodded, slowly reaching up to unbutton your own shirt. He shivered in pleasure as he saw inch by inch of your skin getting revealed to him, up to your bra. He gave a tiny kiss to your stomach, then unbuttoned the final button as he moved the shirt off of your shoulders. He moved to your skirt next, unzipping it and slowly sliding it down. The moment your panties were revealed, a bit of precum dripped onto your leg. You smirked. "So needy, baby~" You teased, making him shudder. Next, his hands moved behind you to unclasp your bra and free your breasts. He let out an audible whine at seeing them. He wanted to kiss them, suck them, bury his face in them, but he wasn't given permission. He had to finish what he had been asked to do. All that was left was your panties. He slid them down and watched as you spread your legs, revealing your womanhood to him. He swallowed thickly and let out another whine. You reached up and pet his hair. "Good boy...as a reward, we can do it however you want." His eyes lit up at that, and he scrambled over you and onto his back. You giggled. "Want me to ride you, baby?" He nodded rapidly, and that was all you needed. "Do whatever you want baby, I'm yours..." You leave him with, giving him permission. He took that and immediately went to kiss your breasts. His groans and heavy breaths were muffled in your skin, making you groan in response when he started sucking on one of your nipples. He used one hand to support your back, and the other slowly trailed its way down to your womanhood. He traced a finger along it, shivering as he felt the hot wetness cover his finger. He stroked back and forth over your clit a few times before slipping the first finger in to prep you. His other hand made sure you were balanced and then went to dedicate itself to playing with your clit. He went slow prepping you, pushing the other finger in and waiting for you to signal that you were ready to keep going. You took your time to adjust and nodded against him, making him add the third and final finger. He slowly started moving his fingers in and out a few times to get you ready before he pulled them out, making you pout at the sudden feeling of not being full anymore. This feeling, however, didn't last long, given how after he had taken the time to put on a condom, Itome began sliding his dick inside of you. This was the moment he lost all of his composure or will to stay quiet. Having his cock squeezed in such a wet, hot place that was purely you and only you, it was almost too much for him to handle. He kept moving it in until the base hit your hips. You used your hand to push him back down on the bed, letting him fall back onto the pillow. Once you were ready, you started bouncing slowly. He let out a loud moan and gripped the sheets. This spurred you on to go faster, the sound of skin smacking on skin getting more prevalent in the room. He eventually started moving his hips up to meet you, throwing his head back in a loud moan. You couldn't help but smirk, resting your hands on Itome's stomach. His hands shot up to grab your hips and keep you still as he started smashing himself into you with no real pace. It felt too good to focus on a pace. Itome reached for your hand and gripped it tight. He was close. "Me too, baby...me too..." you moan, going as fast as you possibly could. The rubber band holding Itome together snapped, and he came hard. The condom filled up with his seed, making you finish as well, getting his cock even wetter. He didn't want to pull out just yet. He waited for his high to pass before pulling you in for a deep kiss. You kissed for a while before he finally pulled out and disposed of the condom. The both of you flopped back on the bed panting heavily as he pulled you back into his chest. "Love you..." he whispered. You smiled. "I love you too"

(gahhhh I hope this is ok!)

#koshiro itome #yarichin b club #yarichin b bu #yarichin b club imagines #yarichin b club smut

[xeo-kunsatan]

Dissatisfied One shot +14 (Part 1)

Warning

This story contains sexual themes, Domestic abuse themes, Toxic relationships, Suicide, cigarettes use, bad words and prostitution references. If you are sensitive or underage please don't read this story.

Dissatisfied.... i don't think it's difficult to found out why do i feel like that..

I wasn't always being the inappropriate whore my grandmother or even my uncle used to call me.. I was supposed to be a innocent child.. tsk yeah.. an innocent child with the shitty luck of having such a shattered family and a stupid child with the shitty luck of having a pedophile as teacher who tried to rape him when the bastard child was just 10.

It's alright.. I guess.. I just woke up in the bed from one of my classmates, let's say he wanted a fun night so I accepted to gave him pleasure.. at least he paid me money so I can leave this room, .. but that didn't satisfied me.. nor even filled me.

I taked my stuff making sure he didn't woke up too but he still..

Rocky: Hey Bunny~, are you leaving to soon?~.

Bradley: Are you Horny again? we did it for almost 2 hours the last night, if you want to continue you most pay again.

Rocky: I have not enough money

Bradley: *change on his clothes* Then I have nothing to do here

Rocky: Tsk, you lost...

Bradley: Lost what? *Sarcastic Chuckle* Your "Buddy" is just bigger than mine, is not the big thing..

Rocky: *chuckles* As if you were that hot~.

Bradley: *takes his backpack* You didn't said that that night.

I left that room, that guy seemed mad by my comment, I can't help it, they still see me as the bastard son of the fire ghost which mess with their city but they actually desires me to gives them the pleasure that a girl or anyone else can't gave them..

I was walking through the hallways, then suddenly someone touched my hand to catch my attention, it was that big blue guy who uses to play American football, another client more.

Bradley: Unwin? Are you sure about this? You didn't had a girlfriend?

Unwin: Well yes.. i have a girlfriend, she asked me to do it one day but I'm not ready to do it nor even i have no idea about how to do it.

Bradley: so.. your first Time?

Unwin: Yep..

Bradley: alright.. we will do it this night, don't forget you have to pay for the fun night, i will teach you how to do it.

Unwin: Ok.. thanks man, Heheh now I see why people calls you Bunny, and not just for being little~ *leaves quickly while he was laughing at Bradley* Slut~.

Bradley: But Rabbits are cute...

After that I went to the school restrooms to take a quick bath to at least go to classes without any boy smell.

Since when i thought that this shit was a good idea?.. why did i thought that this would make me feel complete or even satisfied? I questioned myself while the shower drops were falling on my face.

I have a lot of missed calls from my uncle who is surely mad instead of worried by not arriving at the round house.

I dried myself quickly to then change my clothing and go to classes in time, at my seat I saw him.. Skeebo, after that day it's not the same being next to him. He used to bully me by the same old shit as the others but he stopped since that day I saved his life and i snapped to that lemon head which calls himself hero for a nonsense reason.

If you are asking why the heck I was selling my body like this if I have a traumatic event related with this?

I will answer your question, hate me or not depends of you, I will explain.

First my uncle is a hypocritical stingy, he will not give me any fucking money not even for a candy, he just gives money to my cousin, understandable, and the stupid lemon for his mediocre work.

The second reason... Everything happened in a normal school day (yes, after I got Skeebo's respect), also a normal day of ghost attack, there was a new ghost around the netherworld, this one has a weird power which makes everyone Who touches him or is slimed by him, that person ends into a lust state, it was easy to recognize when he attacked someone...at least for me, he has peculiar smell to Cherries, Strawberries and... saliva.

I didn't had to hide, the ghosts didn't attacked me as always, that lemon ball was around eating them and burping their eyes. That clumsy Pac crashed against me and suddenly Skeebo which was running away locking us in a locker by accident.

Bradley: shit...

Skeebo: Arghh!.. that lemon head!!...

Bradley: *sighs*....

Skeebo: are we in a girl's locker?.. this place smells good~

Bradley:*sniffs*... Oh.. shit.. we are not in a girl's locker...It's my locker....

Skeebo:*sniffs on Bradley's hair* is it you? You smell so good~

Bradley: Well my perfume used to be from my older sister, and i use Pactene Shampoo because my uncle has lots of them for my cousin and me, so it has sense.

Skeebo: It's still so good~

Bradley: fuck fuck fuck fuck... Skeebo.. you were infected by a lust ghost.. and you will not snap from that state until you....

Skeebo: me what?~

Bradley:... *Sighs* i-i.. I'm still scared for t-this... But.. just do it with me... D-d-dont worry.. you will not remember any of this moments...

Skeebo: you're so cute~ you're so sweet~..

Bradley: Ok i think he lost the control short time ago..damn it..

Then Skeebo slowly was ripping off my virginity.. I thought it would hurt as when that awful man tried to do to me.. but... This time.. I felt different.. I felt.. strange... i was embarrassed.. it hurted but I liked it..I don't know how nor why...He where keep going for 1 hour until he ended inside me.. for me it was difficult to still up but that feeling was too difficult to describe... Did I feel satisfaction?.. is this what am I looking for to feel full, did I feel good for at least one time of my life, he finally snapped out that state he didn't understand what happened and suddenly the locker door opened, I was a little naked so I acted quickly and transformed myself into a rabbit to escape from a already embarrassing moment leaving him with the shame. Because of me everyone saw Skeebo half-naked and stained in with his own fluids.

Ms Globular: Mr Spheros.. Mr Skeebo! Wake up!

Bradley: Huh!?...

Skeebo: What!?

Almost Everyone laugh about that.. specially to Skeebo

Ms Globular: Please focus yourself in the exam.

Bradley:..*sighs* yes Ms Globular..

Rocky: what's wrong Skeebo aren't you playing with your "buddy" again?

Izod: Yeah, please don't splash us~

Skeebo: *blushed and mad* you 2 shut up!

Yep... also that day was even worst for Skeebo than the day became into Heebo-Skeebo, he was even a bigger mock for almost all the students, it was my fault by running away as a coward..

Izod: Or what?

Bradley: Do you have any idea about how pathetic you look making fun with a guy because of an embarrassing moment he clearly wants to forget?

Rocky: You have no rights to speak slut!

Skeebo: Don't call him slut!

Izod: Aww the Sper-Man is defending the Play-Bun?.

Bradley: So sad that the sizes of your "Buddies" are not that good enough to compensate your lack of brain..

Ms Globular: That's enough you 4!! If you don't quit speaking that dirty stuff in the class i will send you to detention!

Izod/Rocky: Fine Ms Globular..

Bradley: Alright Ms...

Skeebo: *sighs*

The School Bell rings

It was now lunch time, i wasn't hungry so i left to the school yard to smoke a cigarette, a cherry one, I'm allergic to the normals.

Bradley: *sighs*

"Can i sit with you?" - a voice sounded..

It was Lexy Soto, one of my classmates and the most popular in the school for being so kind with all and bringing desserts from his Dad's restaurant also one of the most famous restaurants in Pacopolis), for it Lexy is really respected and beloved here, especially for that Lemon Ball.

Lexy always left a single meal for me and comes to me to give me company, it's still incredible that he is my friend without caring about my Dad's actions, did Latins are like this?

Bradley: Sure Lexy.

Lexy: Good, *sits to him* i noticed that you weren't in the Cafeteria so i left this cupcake for you.

Bradley: Thanks Lexy, you don't had to do it.

Lexy: I have to, Weon

Bradley:*smiles a little and takes the cupcake* Thanks Lexy, *bites it* Hmm~ is so sweet and soft.

Lexy: Chocolate with raspberry cream.

Bradley: Also.. let me guess, did you put ice cream for the cream?

Lexy: You got me.

Bradley: I knew it!

Lexy: *giggles*... *Starts sniffing Bradley* where selling your body again!?.

Bradley: Oh shit.. you got me

Lexy: Bradley, please you don't have to do it..

Bradley: Lexy, i don't have money to buy any stuff i need, and my uncle doesn't give me a shit.

Lexy: And i thought that presidents in Latin America are awful.. but please... You don't have to do it if you don't like it..

Bradley: That's the problem Lexy.. I think like it..but I hate to do it with that bastards.

Lexy: How you can like that awfull thing?...

Bradley: Because I'm sick Lexy..I know i am sick...but i can't cry for help.. because my uncle will not understand..

Lexy: I could ask my Dad to help you but.. i don't want to bother him...

Bradley: *pets him*... Lexy.. you don't have to do it... Maybe i could be sick.. but i will be okay.

Lexy: *starts sobbing* You're lying!... You are not okay! You said that you would be okay but that's not true.. i know you are suffering.. and it... It worries me a lot!! *Cries*

Bradley:...it's because that awful neighbor did to you, right?

Lexy: !!..

Bradley:*hugs Lexy* I'm sorry... I didn't mean to worry you like this.. maybe it would hurt but.. If something happens to me.. i already have a place in the netherworld with my Dad..

Lexy: If Pacopolis were your home too...

Bradley: Even if i live in netherworld, we would still be friends.

Lexy: At least.. please found a solution...

Bradley: I promise I will try.. *dries Lexy's tears* cheer up BerryPie.

Lexy: you most be the one who most smile first Cabro Culiao!..

Bradley: Heh..*smiles* sorry, like this?

Lexy: *cheers* much better~

6:00 pm

The school And clubs activities ended, Lexy have left to his home early to help out his father with his job as always, it was getting late and time to start my job with that moron, so i left the reading club (Club Wich has a single one member, me) to meet up with that guy i just forgot his name and i don't give a care in remember it.

Unwin: Finally..

Bradley: we will do this quickly, i have to go back to the round house.. i have piano practice at 8:00 pm.

Unwin: All you have to do is please me..

Bradley: just if you pay the price, if you don't i will make sure one of my boys to torment you, got it?

Unwin:*sighs* fine!..*pays him 10 Pac Dollars*

Bradley: Good Boy~.

And well i did it with him as i did with the rest of the boys from Maze High (Except by Pac and Spiral, dude i have my limits, i can't leave that stinky lemon to touch me, and Spiral, i know he likes Pacster since long, it's kinda obvious and i prefer them to have that experience by theirselfs) but ..i didn't felt nothing similar to that curious feeling i felt with him.. it wasn't the same.. but it wasn't possible.. even after he ended as a mock because of me.. i would not be able to stand the guilt...

7:00 pm

By finishing, i just put in my clothing to take my stuff and left the dorms, it was almond late for my classes and even worst i was having a lot of walking problems, fortunately or well.. unfortunately my uncle's limousine arrived next to me And taked me to the round house, the bodyguards didn't looked at me in any moment.. it was uncomfortable.. when we arrived to the round house, there was my uncle waiting for me, he seemed completely mad.

Bradley: *sighs*..

Stratos: Bradley..Where the heck you have been!? Why you didn't come back to home yesterday!? Or not even answered my calls!!??... And ugh!.. what's that awful smell!!??

Bradley: Do you care?.

Stratos: wait.. don't tell me you where sleeping with a guy!!?

Bradley: So what!?, If i was sleeping with someone or i was making out with someone, that's not of your business!!

Stratos: of course it's my business to take care of you!

Bradley: As it was your business to take care of my dad when he needed you more than anything... You cared so much of me that you left me with grandmother!

Stratos: It wasn't that bad!

Bradley: That Bad...It wasn't..That Bad!? I was her fucking Boxing bag and used me to turn off her cigarettes

Stratos: You are exaggerating, she was educating you to be a disciplined and decent man!.

Bradley: So sad, it didn't work..

Stratos: It was for you could not end like your father.

Bradley: Should I'll remember you the boiling water cup she threw me in that Barbecue in the round house by "Accident?

Stratos: Agh just go inside and take a bath right now!.. don't let Cedrick see you!.

Bradley: Whatever...

Yep the same old shit of always... I taked another bath and went to my room, i was so tired, Quartzy was sleeping on my lap to comfort me.. but i still had to play that piano.. so i get up to go to the piano room.. my Uncle wasn't there... that was a good thing, that means he would not bother me.

So i sat in that sit and taked a cherry cigarette from a box i use to hide from my uncle and cousin.

I smoke one of them while I was playing a soft melody in the piano..I was losing myself in my thoughts and the music.. then suddenly someone entered in.

Cedrick: Hey Brad!

Bradley:*throws the cigarette through the window* Oh, hi Cedrick

Cedrick: what where you eating?...

Bradley: oh, it was nothing.

Cedrick: Oke, can I stay with you? I love how you play the piano :D.

Bradley: Alright little bud.

So I played a melodies for my little cousin, I didn't wanted him to see me like this..

I'm at least a little alright if my cousins, my people, my sister, Buttler and my Dad are alright too.. maybe.

Lately when I was close to Skeebo I was feeling something unusual.. like a hungry.. hungry for his virility, hungry for his touch.. I sounded like a monster... I'm sorry..

Suddenly i felt that someone was calling me.

#pacman and the ghostly adventures #pmatga #pacman #my ocs #+14 #Dissatisfied #Pmatga one shot

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [3/-]

summary: everything has started to whirlwind around Y/N as she realizes what predicament she’s in, but is consoled by her captor.. her nameless captor..

warnings: smut & slight fluff :/

a/n: hey, this is part THREE of this little series! if you haven’t, check out part one and two before reading this, or you might be a little confused :) enjoy!

"Don't you make one fucking sound.."

To his hoarse words, your teeth instantly clamped shut around your bottom lip and you closed your eyes in anticipation. You expected to be ruthlessly grabbed and shoved into by his cock, but the slowness of your panties being pulled down your legs and the ever so soft touches of his long fingers against your inner thighs brought you a surprise. And suddenly, the world began spinning around you the moment you felt his thick, and warm tongue glide against your soaked folds. The pit of your stomach shuttered in the overwhelming pressure he had against your extremely sensitive nub, something you have been day-dreaming about ever since you first saw him.

He was slow— almost passionate with the way he moved his pleasureful tongue around your pussy, slurping your arousal like it was a glass of ice water on a hot day. Your hips slowly rolled against his mouth, unintentionally, and your head fell back against the soft mattress beneath you. Your hot breaths filled the absence of sound, as well as his lapping and frustrated groans from underneath you. It seemed purely magical when he creeped one of his thumbs to your bundle of nerves, swiftly rubbing it in small circles. It made your breath become caught within your throat and had your own fingers running through his heavenly soft hair. The way his gruff groans and grunts vibrated through your core and up your spine made it excruciatingly difficult to keep your sounds to yourself.

You had had it when his only free hand crept up through your gown and wrapped itself around your breast, caressing the tenderness and softness. When your hips began to buck a bit more violently and the small, quick intakes of breaths that had queued your soon dispatching, he stopped.

He lifted his head from you and licked his lips, flashing a grin your way. "Such a pretty girl, already fucked out and you've barely been touched." He chuckles as he turns back to his little pile of clothes on the floor, snatching them and leaving the room in a hurry.

You were infuriated.

So much so, that you led your own little hand down there and began to rub at yourself, trying to finish off whatever he had started before he could notice anything. You just circled your clit quickly until your high came, and went, before slipping into your comforting bedding, yet again regretting your day's decisions and falling into a deep and useless slumber.

-

When you first wake, you quickly notice the weakness between your legs, like it was missing something, but soon after you feel the stretching of your esophagus. And then you're hit with the reoccurrence of the night before. Again, you had let this unknown man take full control of you and liked it.

How disgusting were you? To enjoy something superbly disturbing? What would your mother think?

You shook your head to your own thoughts, sitting up against the pillows and reaching for the newly placed water bottle on the nightstand. You unscrewed the cap and chugged the liquid until there was no more to be gained from it. It at least soothes the aching you felt in your throat, but nothing could stunt the aching and needing pains that your pussy was currently throbbing with.

You didn't feel an ounce of drowsiness at the beginning of the day, like you had the days prior. You felt fully regenerated and well awake. Maybe now you'd be in touch with your morals and mature senses. It has become terribly boring in this room, staring at the walls and ceiling for what seems like hours doesn't help the fact. You would've gotten up and explored your confinement space, but you were terrified he'd make an appearance the moment you step on the ground.

You actually haven't seen him at all today.

You didn't really have a source of time, but by the way the sun was sat in the sky, you had gone a whole entire day without a thing to eat or drink, which angered you. He should at least have enough courtesy to provide meals for your famished self if he's gonna keep you hidden in this place for so long. But then again, you were forcefully kidnapped from a bench only days ago, and could be kept in much worst conditions than you are now. With that simple thought, a tear had formed, watering and blurring your eyesight. Without any consent from your own self, tear after tear began to trail down your frozen cheeks, staining them a darker red. You didn’t even realize you were crying until an explosion of hiccups began to sound from your mouth and send you into a sobbing mess. Your throat began to burn as well as your eyes and your stomach began to lurch within its self, while your head became pained with all the activity that’s happening. You grab one of the pillows laying behind you and squeeze it against you roughly, trying to soothe the discomfort and agony of your new coming realizations. The flow of your tears and whimpers only strengthened, like your body was combusting with the amount of held back frustration you had. The streams of tears began to pool at the bottom of your chin and roll down your neck in thick waves.

You weren’t too sure why you were crying, but it made you feel a little better.

Your sobbing hadn’t come to a stop when the door soundlessly opened and closed. You didn’t even hear him enter, let alone sit beside you. When his large and warm arms wrapped around your small, shuttering frame, you helplessly fell into them. You let go of the pillow and snuck your arms around his muscular torso, squeezing him tighter than you did the pillow as you uncontrollably cry in the crook of his neck. “Why? Why’d you trap me here?” You hardly whispered, but his heart sank deep in his chest the moment you acknowledged him.

He didn’t have an answer. He just swayed the two of you back and forth, easing you into a peaceful sleep that you truly didn’t want, or need. You weren’t awakened when he had easily lifted you up, and carried you away from your enclosed space, leading the two of you down the hallway until he was at the threshold of his own door. He didn’t need to think twice before quietly opening it and settling you on his much more comfortable bed, leaving the lights off and classical music on in the background. He understood your saddened questioning, but he just couldn’t do anything about it quite yet..

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You awoke for what seemed like the fiftieth time in a place you didn’t recognize. Instead of the boring grey walls and the one gold-trimmed painting, you were surrounded by pristine white walls with a few different posters of musicians you didn’t really know, except Tame Impala. Your heart almost skipped a beat as your eyes scanned the poster that had tour dates and the songs from the 2015 Currents album.

What a coincidence?

You drew your eyes away from it and settled them on the man sitting in the chair in the corner. Again, your heart leaped out of your chest from slight terror. You hadn’t noticed him before, but he seemed harmlessly asleep. Though his presence slightly angered you, he really did look peaceful and almost cute, snoozing away in the little recliner. A smart person would’ve ran to the door and exited the house as quick as possible and make it to freedom, but your head really wasn’t in the right place for the moment. You just sat there, silently interrogating the nameless man snoring in the corner.

He hasn’t been anything but nice to you, except for the lack of food and water. You faintly remember him saying something about knowing you, but everything’s truly a fog and you can’t tell whether anything is a dream or real life, since you’ve been sleeping entirely too much. Hell, you can’t even recall how you were placed in this room, or why.

But you liked it a lot better than the original room you were in. It’s not freezing cold in this bedroom, it’s comfortably warm and soothing with some sort of autumn smelling candle. Even the few little Halloween decorations around the room, which are slightly early, made this place feel a lot more homely than it should. Because honestly, you shouldn’t be “enjoying” being kidnapped/stolen by some nameless hot guy.

Speaking of, what the hell is his name?

Suddenly, the so-called nameless man begins to shift in his seat, his eyes slowly opening and widening as they adjust to the small light surrounding him. The only light within the room was the window, which displayed the day’s dark overcast from the soon-coming rain. Once he’s familiar with his own room, his eyes land on yours, a sheepish smile covering his lips compared to your stern one. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He firstly says before stretching his arms above his head and letting in a deep yawn.

“Cut the shit, sweetheart. I want to know why I’m here and when I’m allowed to leave, now.” You mock with a darkened voice, just to get your serious point across. He exhaled a large breath and stands to his feet, shuffling over to his dresser, probably finding a shirt since he feels the need to be shirtless all the time..

“Listen, I want details. I’m tired of fucking waking up and falling asleep in a strangers home. So if you could politely drop me off at my own house within the next hour, I won’t press charges. Fair and simple.” You almost plead as he takes his time looking through the drawers of his dresser. His silence and slowness was beginning to get in your nerves. It’s a large pet peeve of yours when you aren’t directly answered.

“Love to, but can’t.” He just simply answers with that, throwing a white shirt over his head and fitting it upon the rest of his body. You internally groan to his statement, shifting your eyes to the doorknob that looked very much enticing. Your head began forming a plan b, if bribing him doesn’t go too well.

“Please..?” You surprised yourself with the stupidly seductive voice you used, something you do to get what you want with men, and it most generally works. “Maybe.” He shrugs, carelessly. He seemed so disinterested and distracted to care about any of the words you were uttering. He strides over to his connecting bathroom, slightly closing the door to piss and brush his teeth.

I guess we’re going straight to plan b, huh?

You hobble out of bed and quietly walk towards the door, successfully letting yourself out without notice. Holy shit. You sprint down the somewhat familiar hallway, around a corner and through the kitchen and what seems to be a living room, until you see a front door looking exit. You immediately scram towards it and unlock the handle and the two deadbolts, successfully pulling it open and letting the outside air smack you right in the face.

Freedom at last.

You run outside, not even caring to close the door, and sprint straight towards the tall fence, the eerie tree-covered surroundings offsetting you slightly. Nevertheless, you ran as fast as possible to the nearest fence sticking your foot in one of the holes to begin your climb. “Hey, get back here!” His low, demanding voice rang through your ears, but you didn’t stop there. You kept climbing, as fast as possible, nearing the top of the fence. You didn’t have the heart to look back and see where he was, you just kept climbing to what would hopefully be safety. The moment you make it to the top to swing your other leg over the fence—

You feel a hand attach to your bare foot..

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