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rafeandonlyrafe · 7 days

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bound and bruised

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, NONCON!!!!, r*pe, male receiving oral, choking, p in v sex, unwilling sex, kidnapping, blacking out, loss of virginity, dead dove do not eat (PLEASE heed the warnings)

“stop fucking screaming.” rafe grunts out as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks.

“my knees!” you sob out. only moments ago rafe had shoved you down, bruising and scraping your knees against the rough flooring. you're sure they're going to be bruised by tomorrow.

“i don't care, bitch.” rafe says, gently slapping you on the cheek, more of a pat to get your attention back on him.

“you're being so mean.” you try to stand up, but rafes rough hand on your shoulder pushes you back down.

“stop trying to get away. you know you can't outrun me so you might as well just do as i say.”

“and what is it you want me to do?” you cross your arms as you glare up at rafe.

“easy.” he huffs out. “you're going to suck my dick.”

“your- your what?” you squeal, eyes widening when rafe reaches to his shorts, swiftly undoing the zipper and button, pulling the two sides of the flap open, but not pushing them down his hips yet.

“you heard me.” rafe smirks down at you, at the look on your face, one of confusion, verging on terror. “now im gonna take my dick out. and you're going to lick it.”

you try one more time to stand up, to flee and get away, but rafe is too strong, easily keeping you on your knees with one hand while the other frees himself from the confines of his clothes, kicking his shorts off before the underwear are also tugged down.

your eyes widen when you come face to face with rafes cock, hard and standing away from his body, much bigger than you could have imagined, but it fits his tall frame.

“i don't want to do this, rafe.” you whine. you've never sucked dick before, and you certainly don't want your first time to be with a guy you barely talk to.

“too bad. now lick it, it's for your own good.”

“what does that mean?” you question, but rafe doesn't respond, moving his hand to grip the hair at the back of your head as he pushes you forward.

your nose bumps his cock as you try to swivel your head out of the way, replaying rafes words in your head.

you stick your tongue out, taking a cautious lick against his length. you make a face, spitting onto the ground. “this is gross, rafe!”

“you have about five seconds to start licking before i just shove my whole cock down your throat. go.”

you know rafes threat isn't an idle one, so you push away the oddly salty taste as you begin to lick, focusing just on the mid shaft, ignoring the pulsing head of his cock for as long as you can.

“put it in your mouth, come on. you gotta get it real wet.” rafe encourages you.

“for what?”

“suck me first and then you'll find out.” rafe says, guiding your head to the head of his cock.

you part your lips, placing them around the head of his cock, feeling the weight against your tongue as you suck slightly, not sure what you're supposed to be doing.

“shit- that's good. just be careful for your teeth. if you bite me, you'll regret it.”

you have no plans of biting rafe as your tongue flicks over his slit, finding the taste slightly more bearable now that you've gotten used to it.

“that's it, good girl.” rafe says, even though the only reason you take more of his cock in your mouth is his hand pushing your head down.

“cover it in spit baby, you'll be grateful when i fuck you.”

your eyes widen and you try to pull off. no way you're letting rafe fuck you and losing your virginity like this.

“oh, no you don't.” rafe warns, pushing his hips forward to bury his cock down your throat as you gag aggressively around him, more tears pooling down your cheeks.

rafe pulls you off after a moment as you sputter, coughing aggressively to get the tickle out of your throat.

“get up. im gonna fuck you now.”

“no!” you squeal. you really should know better by now. should just lay back and let rafe do whatever he wishes, but you still fight him and try to get away.

rafe tugs you up by your hair, your scalp burning as he pushes you against the daybed, warm from the sun shining down on it, comfortable and soft in sharp contrast to how rafe is treating you.

“now let's see if you got my dick wet enough for this not to hurt.” rafe makes quick and easy work of your clothing, flipping the bottom of your dress up and literally tearing away your underwear as you cry out, skin burning from the fabric.

“it'll be better for you if you relax.” rafe says, spreading your legs open for him, looking down at both your holes as your ass spreads for him, but even he isn't going to take it that far as his cock presses against your pussy.

you're not wet in the slightest, and despite the spit, it still burns as rafe pushes inside as you cry out, gripping onto the daybed, grabbing a pillow and tossing it back at rafe, who easily swats it away.

“don't piss me off or i wont give you any time to adjust.” he warns.

you manage to relax slightly, enough for rafe to push all the way inside as he sits for a moment with his cock buried in your cunt, the virginity you were planning on losing on your wedding night now ripped away from you.

“shit, you're fucking tight.” rafe moans. “next time i fuck you ill get you wet too. i bet if i lick your pussy you'll get soaked for me.”,

“you're not gonna fuck me again.” you growl out.

“i will. i own you now. your pussy is mine, baby.” rafe makes his point by pulling out then pushing his cock in with a hard, punishing thrust.

your defiant words are lost on your tongue as he moves, thrusting into you with a tight hold on your hips, keeping your ass in the air.

rafes moans and growls are loud and unafraid of the neighbors hearing, like him fucking a girl on his back patio is a regular enough occurance for them to not look.

you try to keep breathing, try to keep your cunt relaxed as his cock pushes in and out, your wetness slowly increasing from the stimulation.

“you like this, huh?” rafe smirks, hands moving to grip your ass, leaving red marks from his fingers as he squeezes at your plump flesh.

“it-it feels good.” you admit with shame, red flaring over your cheeks. no point in lying when rafe can literally feel the way your body is responding.

“and i haven't even touched your clit yet.” rafe chuckles. “you'll gush, baby.”

despite his words, rafe makes no movement for your clit. right now isn't about your pleasure as he pulls your body back onto his cock to meet his already hard thrusts.

“don't… don't cum inside of me. please.” you plead out, chest rubbing against the daybed as he moves you, nipples hard even through the multiple layers of fabric and padded bra.

“where should i cum then?”

“anywhere. my ass, my mouth-”

“ill go for mouth. but get on birth control because im gonna flood your pussy next time.” rafe continues thrusting until you feel his cock swell inside of you.

he pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your back. you only have a second to take a quick breath before rafe is kneeling over you, shoving his cock between your lips as his hand strokes his base.

the second your lips close around his head, he's cumming, filling your mouth with the salty taste as you swallow it down, somehow seeming more pleasing than trying to spit it all out.

“that's a good girl.” rafe pats your cheek before turning to splay out next to you on the day bed as your chest heaves, pussy feeling stretched and sensitive.

“you wanna cum?” rafe asks. “i can rub your clit.”

“i don't want you to touch me ever again.” you say, adrenaline wearing off as tears form in your eyes once again.

“i wish you wouldn't say that type of thing, baby.” rafe frowns, reaching over to wrap his strong hand around your neck. your body flails as you try to hold onto the last bit of oxygen, but ultimately you give out, vision going black.

you wake up much later. you're not sure how long, but it's been multiple hours, your throat is dry from lack of water and rafe choking you until you blacked out.

“see what happens if you misbehave?” rafe asks as your head snaps to look at him, not even realizing he was in the room.

you look down at your wrist, handcuff wrapped around it, connected to a chain, which is secured to the very bed you're sitting on.

“now.” rafe smiles wickedly, moving to the edge of the bed. “about touching your clit…”

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luxthestrange · 6 months

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OP Incorrect quotes#16 You both have a type-

Can y'all imagine...out of garps kids...You're the one who found out first...Your Grandpa is dating...Your Hot French crewmate Dad...and you and Zeff have a Gumball and Patrick Fitzgerald from tawog relationship...

Zeff*Being an overprotective father*-You're not good enough for my son, and I don't want you around him...END OF STORY

Y/n:So why dont you give a cha-

Zeff*Slams door on your face*

Kinda thing...Look he knows Luffy is Garp's grandbaby....he didn't know... you're Garp's adopted grandbaby too-

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Y/n*Came to Pay Zeff a visit to ask him again...respectfully to let you date his son...but saw...your grandpa and him ...oddly groomed and their the only ones in the restaurant*...You're both dressed up?......

Y/n*Is connecting the dots and eyes squint between the two*...WAIT*Cringed out face and shaking head backing away*....

Garp*Looking flustered and coughs into a fist, avoiding eye contact*...

Zeff*Also avoiding eye contact*...

Y/n*Gags and looks at the two in disbelief*...Were you two on a date?

Garp:....It was a platonic companion outing...

Y/n: WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!?!

Garp: I DONT KNOW!?-HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE THAT IM LYING!?

Y/n: YOU ARE LYING TO ME!!!*looks still weirded out at the two*...A weird lie but it's still a lie!!!... HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HOOKING UP WITH MY GRANPA!?*looks at zeff*Wait is that why you don't like me?...

Zeff:....YOU'RE HIS GRANKID TOO!?

Garp*Now the ones who is confused*Wait what's happening?...

....How awkward is it to find your gruffy grandpa...has been hooking up with your crush dad-

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fyodorloveclub · 7 months

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STOP.

✸ pairing: lovecraft x afab ada!reader

✸ cw: VERY DARK CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI. tentacles, noncon, oviposition (eggs), choking, womb fucking.

✸ notes: breedtober fic 5! mentioned but this takes place during season 2 and the guild conflict, reader is in the ADA. easily the nastiest thing ive ever written! proceed with caution and/or have fun :)

✸ wc: 1.3k (im sick)

want more of breedtober?

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone noncon in any way, shape, or form. this is just fiction with no reflection of real life. there are tentacles. please refrain from leaving hate comments, and just unfollow/block. or simply scroll away. thank u!

You should’ve never, ever underestimated him. He might’ve seemed aloof, fatigued, and uninterested in anything but completing a day’s work, but it was all just a façade. How could you be so stupid? To write this eldritch monster, H. P. Lovecraft, off as harmless and unthreatening was the worst mistake you could’ve made. Following closely behind choosing to walk the streets of Yokohama alone at night as an ADA detective while the conflict with The Guild had yet to be resolved, and all the members of said organization were still at large.

“Please- please!” you cried out, tears in your eyes as you were being dragged into a dark alleyway by the man with the ability no one could fathom or understand. The one not even Dazai could nullify and put up a good fight against Chuuya’s corrupted state. “Let me go! Please!”

“Please stop talking,” Lovecraft deadpanned, sounding as bored and indifferent as he would if you had only asked him what time it was. His face was completely expressionless in the most terrifying way. “I just want this done.”

Despite his wishes, you still continued to thrash in his oddly strong arms – you never would’ve guessed based on his general appearance, another mistake – even as he pinned you down facedown against an abandoned dumpster and tugged your pants down. You couldn’t see it but you could hear it – the way his arm that wasn’t holding you down transformed from human skin and bone to… something else. Something green, wet, and slimy. A tentacle. One that was currently slithering down the back of your panties and poking at your hole.

"Why are you doing this?” you wailed, coiling away from the disgusting, horrifying feeling of the appendage attempting to touch your sex.

“It’s mating season,” is all he offers, as if it’s the most obvious explanation in the world. The one hand that he’d been using to hold you down had now morphed into four tentacles, each restricting you so tightly you started wondering if fighting was completely useless.

“Why me?” was your next question.

“I’d really prefer it if you eliminated any and all speech.”

As if to really drive his point home, potentially to even punish you, the tentacles wrapped even tighter around your limbs before the one most precariously located penetrated you hard. As thick as a soda can, the slimy tentacle made you scream at the top of your lungs. You could feel the way your poor, unprepared pussy was stretched so tight around the girth it felt like you were about to tear. Never mind the way it squirmed and wiggled further and further into your cunt, pulsing and writhing until it reached your cervix.

You screamed and cried and wailed desperately until Lovecraft got so sick of it, he formed another tentacle to curl around your throat and mouth, choking and gagging you.

The man, if he could even be called that, maintained his bored, uninterested appearance even as he restrained, choked, and fucked you with his ability. The tentacle wasted no time in further violating your cunt, picking up a painful rhythm as it thrust in and out of you, reaching all the way to your cervix each and every time. Your legs trembled and slime leaked steadily out of your hole onto the concrete ground – at least there was lubrication.

Despite your violent protests and pleading for it all to stop, it would be a lie to say it didn’t feel… good. That the way this monster fucked you didn’t stretch you so deliciously, that the tapered tip of the tentacle didn’t flick against your sweet spot continuously. That was the only reason Lovecraft loosened the grip on your mouth – to let you moan. And moan you did.

“Feel good?” he smirked, the curls of his lips the first sign of emotion he had shown all night.

“Please- ngh- please stop!” you cried out, words forcibly interrupted by a hearty moan as he angled the tentacle slightly differently, having somehow perfectly zeroed in on your sweet spot. “Fuck!”

It was made even worse when yet another tentacle slithered close, curling around your waist and underneath you. You were unsure of its purpose only for a moment, until it began tracing your slit and massaging your clit.

“Stop!” you whimpered, screwing your eyes shut and banging your fist against the rusted metal of the garbage bin. The echoes of the warping metal only slightly drowned out your moans of pleasure. Lovecraft’s smirk only grew – he didn’t need your consent, but a willing partner was always easier to breed.

“Just let it feel good,” he sighed, stretching the tentacle inside you even wider.

“N-never,” you groaned, though it really, really felt good. Now both slime and slick were dripping out of your hole, a nasty mixture that ran down your thighs and pooled in your pants that were still bunched around your knees.

You had gotten so lost in the terribly intoxicating feeling of getting fucked alongside it rubbing your clit that you had completely forgotten about the breeding comment he had made – but Lovecraft didn’t.

“You should be ready soon,” he hummed, eyeing the size of the appendage buried in your pussy and attempting to gauge its size in reference to the egg.

“R-ready? For w-” your question was answered before you were even able to finish asking it. The reason why he wanted to get you to feel good, to loosen up. For the eggs.

A bloodcurdling screech penetrated Lovecraft’s ears, loud and disturbing enough that he actually frowned, once the first egg passed through the appendage and reached your hole.

“What is that?”

He had maybe slightly underestimated the size of the egg, as your body seemed to be resisting it much more than he thought it would – it’d been a bit since he’d done this. He had to form multiple extra tentacles for this part of the process; one to shut you up once again so he could concentrate, two to spread your thighs as wide as possible to allow for easiest entry, and a few more to keep you more still. A moving target was much harder to hit.

The first egg still remained lodged in your pussy, struggling to push past the ring of muscle so it could exit the tentacle and insert itself into your womb. With stimulation coming from every which direction, you hadn’t even noticed the way the very tip of the tentacle had slithered past your cervix and directly inside your uterus.

“Fucking- take it,” Lovecraft groaned frustratedly, spreading your cheeks painfully wider to pry your pussy open, until finally the egg was able to pass through. If able to pass your lips, your screams likely would’ve shattered windows. The worst part was the egg forcing its way through your cervix and nestling happily inside your womb.

But the absolute worst part of it all? This felt good, too.

There was something so horrifically enticing, so disturbingly erotic about a mysterious eldritch being stuffing its eggs deep inside you, depending on you to carry and incubate them. And those were the thoughts that unfortunately filled your head as he fucked eggs into you one by one, your tummy distending with each addition.

It even filled your head as you lay half naked against the dumpster, back against a brick wall once Lovecraft had relieved himself of all his eggs and abandoned you in that alleyway.

You could hear Kunikida calling your name with fear and fervor in the distance, clearly having found out you were attacked, but all you could do was rub your abnormally round belly and giggle almost drunkenly as you replayed those moments over and over in your mind – how could you have gotten so lucky?

#lovecraft x reader #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs smut #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #my words

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catoslvt · 8 months

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Finnick Odair x Reader

Already together .

You two have sex in the arena to get back at President Snow and also because idk.

smut, public smut in a way, dom finnick

"Finnick! Is the fish almost ready?" He yells from the sand, and finnick quickly steps back and grabs all the fish on the stand behind him before walking back to the group, me following him with his spear in my hands, not only is the spear rather heavy but its taller than me, so it is a little bit of a struggle but it's okay because the walk didn't even last thirty seconds before we had a small fire going with the fish cooking over it.

As finnick twirls his spear in his hands, I quickly clench my legs shut, staring at him with my jaw open slightly.

"Are you okay? You look gobsmacked." Johanna asks as she lets out a small laugh.

"You can't tell me finnick isn't hot." I gasp, keeping my voice down because I'd only boost finnicks ego.

"I can't. He's your boyfriend. I'm your best friend. It would be a bit weird if I agreed." Johanna tells me with a smile, and I slowly nod, not taking my eyes off of Finnick who must've sensed my eyes on him, because he turns to me with a devilish look on his face as he slowly licks his lips before smirking and johanna gags.

"I can't believe they let you compete in the games together. Your PDA makes me feel sick!" She exclaims, loud enough so that finnick hears and lets out a small chuckle, and I have the idea to go stand with him, so I practically throw myself off of my sitting down position and run over to where finnick is standing, spearing fish as I stare at him amazed.

"I'm lucky the arena had something to do with water because your suit, wow." I gasp as I stare at finnicks arms, the muscles practically popping out.

"I'm the lucky one, love. I get to see your gorgeous body." He says. His hand slowly made its way to my hip, which he gently rubs, his eyes slowly flickering down to my lips, and I lean in to kiss him before Beetees voice ruins the moment.

Everyone's been asleep for an hour, finnick, and I have to stay up for another hour before our shift of watching is over, and it's honestly killing me, not because I'm tired but because how gorgeous finnick looks in the light from the moon.

"I didn't get my kiss earlier." Finnick says, his back leading against an extremely oversized rock, and I shake my head as I stand up to stretch my legs, finnick immediately stands up following me as I slowly walk along the beach front.

"Even though we're in an arena, it's oddly peaceful. The stars are beautiful." I mutter, and finnick grabs my hand and quickly spins me around, so I'm facing him and he smiles.

"Not as beautiful as you, I'd rather watch you than a million stars each night." Finnick tells me, a cheeky grin growing on his lips as my arms snake around his neck.

"A tribute could kill us right now, and I wouldn't care as long as im with you." I whisper before I kiss his lips, my lips lingering for a little longer than a normal kiss, which causes finnick to let out a low laugh.

"I'd rather not die, but I see what you're trying to say." He says before he leans in and kisses me again, slightly deeper this time as his tongue gently slides through my lips and enters my mouth, and I let out a small gasp, as my hands unravel from around his neck and make their way to his hair, which I gently tug.

"I've wanted you since the minute I saw you coming out your tube." Finnick whispers in my ear before spinning me around and guiding me behind the large rock he was leaning against earlier, and I quickly realise what he's suggesting, and I gasp.

"Finnick, we can't have sex in the middle of an arena! There's going to be cameras watching us, plus the group will hear us." I whisper in his ear.

"So you don't want to?" Finnick asks in a teasing voice and I roll my eyes.

"Of course I want to, but we could end up being punished." I state.

"And what? It's not like we're not getting out this arena together." He whispers as quietly as possible, clearly hinting at our plan.

"As long as we're quick and quiet." I whisper and finnick quickly sits on the sandy beach, his back leaning against the rock facing away from the group as he pulls me on top of him so that I'm straddling his lap as he pulls my hips closer to him so that I'm sitting ontop of his already hard dick.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" Finnick asks, his lips curling into a smile.

"Oh, shut up." I mumble as I begin pulling down the tight leggings all tributes had to wear this year, as finnick does the same with his, except he doesn't have to pull his down as much as I do.

"If there's a camera behind us, then they're getting a great shot of my ass." I whisper, as finnick pulls me down on his dick, making me let out a small groan as I sit at the base of his cock, my head hanging low as my mouth opens.

"Not anymore." Finnick whispers back as he pulls the ass of my leggings back up whilst he lets out a small grunt himself as I begin rocking my hips slightly.

"Who said you're in control?" Finnick asks, and I instantly stop whilst his hands make their way to my hips, slowly helping me to bounce up and down, but only doing it very slowly because if we speed up only slightly we'd both be moaning messes.

"You're so fucking hot." I mutter, my lips instantly making their way to Finnicks as he continues to bounce me up and down, both of us being in such states the kiss turns rather sloppy and messy really quick.

"I really hope no tribute finds us." I mumble against finnicks lips as he gently speeds up the rate of my bouncing, causing me to let out a rather large moan.

"I hope brutus stumbles across us. He kept eyeing you up all during training even though I made it clear you're mine." Finnick angrily whispers.

"You're my fucking girl." He grunts as his hips begin to buck up in time with my bouncing, causing my head to fall on his shoulder.

"God finnick." I quietly moan as his hands tighten on my hips at the mention of Brutus, and the thought of finnick makes me cum before finnick even can, and I gently lift myself off him so he can't cum inside of me, and finnick goes to move his hands to his dick to finish himself off himself, but I swat them away as I motion for finnick to sit up on the rock, which he doesn't protest as he quickly does it, but he stares at me confused as I sit on my knees infront of him.

"Now, what are you doing?" Finnick asks as I tuck my hair behind my ears, his eyebrows raising, and instead I say nothing and put his dick in my mouth, the sudden movement clearly taking him by shock as I stare up at him through my eyelashes, and I smile as I begin to bob my head up and down, finnicks head gently falling back as he lets out small grunts, his fingers tightly gripping the rock he sits on.

"Snow is gonna be fucking loving this." Finnick groans, his hips bucking slightly so I know he's close, so I begin to bob my head faster and faster.

"I wonder how many people are gonna be rewinding this." He then laughs, before he lets out a quiet moan as his cum fills my mouth and I swallow it without hesitation before I stand up and he stares at me in awe.

"You're amazing, y/n." He gasps before he hands up and pulls the leggings up.

#fanfic #fiction #romance #writing #wattpad #thg fanfiction #the hunger games #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair smut #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #thg finnick

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hearts4golbach · 4 months

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could u do johnnie guilbert smut? maybe with him being sub? like whimpering and shit 💀 idk how else to explain lmao 😭

Disco Stick. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

warning: consensual sex under the influence of alcohol.

im not sure if all of this is true so if its not pretend it is!

The club was definitely not my first choice of entertainment, but it'd do. Me and F/n pulled up to the most popular club near us, hoping we'd meet new guys to spice up our boring lives.

we got in surprisingly quick and went to find somewhere to sit and get drinks. we settled on the bar, sitting in the very far corner so we wouldnt bother anyone. I ordered my usual while f/n decided not to drink at all so she could drive us home. sadly, next time id be designated driver.

"its boring over here, once you get your drink lets go walk around or something." she offered, sipping her sprite.

i nodded in agreement. shorty after, i finally got my drink and we got up to walk around. i sipped on my drink as we began to walk into a crowd. i was worried id spill it. i pushed through a couple people carefully, making not to disturb anyone. 2 guys with black hair stood in front of me, i began to swerve around them before one turned around, bumping into me. luckily, my drink didnt get spilt.

"shit, i am so sorry." i heard an old, oddly familiar voice apologize.

"its all good," i looked up to see his face. "no fucking way, johnnie? do you remember me from chemistry?"

excitement twinkled in his eyes as he smiled. "yeah, you were the best lab partner i ever had. how could i forget?"

"i remember you too!" jake said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"sorry, jake! how could i forget you, you always made chemistry genuinely funny!"

"junior year chem was the shit with the 3 of us!" johnnie added as he giggled.

"we should catch up! ill buy you 2 a drink!" i yell over the blaring music.

"im down." he grinned. i grabbed his hand and we walked back to the bar, f/n and jake behind us.

as we sat back down, i introduced them to f/n. "this is f/n, she didnt go to the same highschool as us but we went to middle school together and weve been friends ever since."

jake shook her hand and johnnie waved. "im jake, and this is johnnie." he said, tilting his head towards johnnie.

"hey! its nice to meet you guys." she smiled sweetly.

we spent a couple more hoirs drinking and reminiscing over all of the awkward but funny moments we had together. the three of us were the chemistry group as people would say. although we fucked off a lot, all of us ended with a 95% or higher because we made that class bearable. id rather not talk about my other grades, though.

by the time we were leaving, me and johnnie were drunk as fucking sailors. we held onto eachother, stuck like glue as we giggled over everything. we frequently tripped, unsure of our footing causing f/n or jake to help us regain our shared balance. i had my arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other holding onto the arm that was wrapped around my waist. me and johmnie clicked, just like old times.

f/n and jake threw us in the backseat. johnnie laid his head on my shoulder and i rested my head on top of his. i was nearly asleep before i was awoken by johnnie gagging loudly. "ew, what the fuck was that about?" i slurred.

"i felt like it." he laughed. i rolled my eyes and got out of the car as we parked. i dragged johnnie out behind me and gripped onto him the same way i had before.

while i was drifiting off, f/n and jake had decided theyd just stay the night at our apartment. me and johnnie were estatic about our sleepover. "why dont we just share your bed?" he smiled and laughed, making his eyes squint.

i sighed contently. "that sounds amazing. you can be my pillow." i smiled sweetly.

"of course." johnnie slurred, following me into my room.

"goodnight, lovebugs, sleep tight." f/n teased while jake ooo'd from the living room.

i laughed at her comment and laid in bed next to johnnie. he looked deeply into my eyes, looking like he had something to say but holding back. but i knew what he wanted to say, and i wanted to say it too. "i was in love with you all throughout highschool." i confessed.

"really?" his face brightened, "i was, too. theres not a day where you dont cross my mind, still." he admitted.

"me too, i was so scared to reach out. i wish you said something before we graduated." i frowned.

"me too." he whispered, his eyes flickering down to my lips then back up into my eyes. his blue eyes pierced through mine, making my insides turn to mush.

we gazed into eachothers eyes for a solid minute before i leaned in and kissed him. he immediately kissed me back, grabbing my waist and pulling me in. it was passionate and needy, making chills run down my spine. i pressed into him, wanting more. his tongue swiped my bottom lip. i ran my fingers through his hair before flipping us over and sitting on top of him. his hands carefully slid down to my ass, giving it a gentl squeeze before moving down to grip my thighs.

johnnie pulled back. "is this okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.

i nodded fast, pulling him back in. i grinded down onto his hard member, making him whimper quietly into my mouth. he began to take off my shirt, breaking the kiss long enough that i could get his off, too. i lazily unbuttoned his pants, not bothering to break the kiss. i felt his hot breath heavy on my face. i pulled his jeans down just enough so i could see his boxers.

"fuck, y/n," johnnie whispered, pulling my shorts and underwear off from under my skirt. he didnt bother removing it.

i desperately oulled his boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. i bit my lip as i looked up at him. "youre okay with this, right?"

"yes, please, i need you so bad." johnnie moaned quietly, gripping my hips as i

lined up my entrance with his tip.

i slowly began to sit, just as eager to feel him inside of me as he was. "you dont know how long ive wanted to do this, pretty boy. fuck, you feel so good." i moaned, leaning down to kiss his neck, i sucked and bit, leaving dark hickeys all over his neck and chest.

his fingertips left prints in my hips, which were most likely going to bruise in the morning but the pressure was perfect. he melted under my touch, whimpereing curses under his breath.

i sped up the pace, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "youre so amazing," i moaned, placing my hands on his chest and tracing his tattoos.

"fuck, if you keep doing that im going to cum even quicker." he admitted, throwing his head back and biting down onto his lip.

i swiftly bounced on his cock, moaning and praises filled the room. "you fuck me so good." i tell johnnie, making his cock twitch inside of me.

"im going to cum," he whimpered and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"cum with me, johnnie." i cursed under my breath.

my body tensed as i felt my stomach swirl and knot. i hit my climax, slowly riding his dick to help him ride out his high as well. he pulled out and came all over my stomach. "fuck." he said one last time, his body going limp.

i dropped down next to him, pulling the covers over our naked bodies. "i needed that so bad." i admitted before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

wrapped in eachothers arms, we slept like rocks.

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #oneshot #smut #drunk kink #drunk #fanfiction #i have no idea what to put for hashtags

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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Am I requesting again because I love your fics? Yes yes I am AND IM NOT SORRY. Theo x ftm Reader (but like reader is Pansy’s brother ^3^) I feel like this HAS POTENTIAL but if you want to completely make ur own storyline be my guest because I trust you more than I trust my brain ٩( ᐛ )و

oHOHOHOH YIPPEE DW BABE I GOTCHU

also i’m on a yandere fix rn (if you couldn’t tell by the literally everything i’ve written these last few weeks) so uh, sorry if that was not what you were envisioning 🥲

requests. please. i beg of you. 🙏

Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” You ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Panz, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother,” she dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” You gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Crabbe and Goyle that Panz doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/N, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/N reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/N’s hand felt in his. Y/N made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/N Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left,” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo said through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott #yandere theodore nott #male reader #trans reader

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xxemosceneacidscumxx · 12 days

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JEFF THE KILLER X FEM READER PART 13

~A Blinkless Gaze~

The next day I awoke to the smell of bacon. I let out a groan as i tried to stretch out all the sleepiness. I opened my eyes and it was oddly bright for morning. I looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. 1:43 pm???!? I jumped up and went into the kitchen to see my man wearing a my pink apron that says 'Chef's kiss' he turned around to look at me. "Well good morning sleepyhead!" He exclaimed. I smiled rubbing out the eye boogers. "Good morning. You look hot in that apron." He put his hands on his hips. "i try" i giggled. "So what are you making, Jeff the chef?" I asked as i walked over to the stove. "Blt's" i smiled. "That sounds delicious." He nodded. "Thanks for cooking." I said softly. "You're welcome." He said returning the same tone. I giggled and went back to our bedroom, grabbed the remote and turned on my favorite show, however I can't stop thinking about the dream I had last night. The way Jeff's expression was twisted and contorted in the most agonizing way. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. I shook my head and tried to focus on the tv. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and jumped a little. My head whipped around to see my husband with my sandwich. I smiled and said "thank you." "You're welcome, sleeping beauty." I giggled and began to eat my sandwich while I watched the tv. Jeff came in with his sandwich and sat next to me. I ate mine pretty quickly, it did make me feel a little better. The day dragged on as usual, I made lasagna for dinner, and as i was laying down for bed, i see Jeff getting dressed in that disgusting looking white hoodie and black pair of jeans. "I'm gonna go end somebody" he says. "Ok, have fun" i said. Not sure how I should feel about that. I fell asleep before he left, and now I woke up in the weird castle again. Dagnabit. I stood up and there wasn't much there, and I saw that the gigantic doors were open so I slowly made my way over there, and i went to go through the doors, but immediately there was this sharp searing pain throughout my whole body, and I woke up screaming. I looked around to see that im still at home. Ok well that's good. I heard the door open and looked to see a disgustingly bloody Jeff. I nearly gagged at the smell. He looks pretty happy though. "Hi, honey" he said sounding kinda hyper. I smiled at him "hi baby doll" he chuckled and made his way to the shower. As soon as i heard the water running i cleaned up a few bloody footprints, and returned to the bed. I put on my favorite movie and was watching it. I didn't even notice that Jeff had gotten out of the shower until I felt him kiss up my arm. I removed my gaze from the television, and looked at my husband who's leaving small bits of drool all over my arm. My eyes widened as i saw that he's completely naked. I smirked and just let him do his thing. Now he had taken off all of my clothes and is making his way up my neck leaving soft warm wet kisses, he moved his mouth to my ear "how about a little torture hm?" I felt my heart start to race and my breathing get a little heavier in fear that he'd hurt me more than intended but I agreed with him before it seemed like i don't want to be his sub, because i do. I'm just a little nervous. "Good." He said smiling. "I will be right back" he said getting up and going to the closet, he pulled out the black bag from the other day and dumped it out on the bed.

#just for fun #cringe warning #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #don’t like don’t read #creepypasta #x female reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #x fem!reader #SoundCloud

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angelkissiies · 9 months

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hell

res4!leon kennedy x reader

leon, of all people, knew he should’ve just kept going, he knew that the people of this fucked up town couldn’t be saved. their bodies had been stolen from them, what once existed within them was taken over by the mold. everything in him screamed to keep running, to ignore the horrid cries ringing from the barn. who knew what awaited him in there, for all he could imagine— it could be another trap. one less forgiving than the last. though as he slowed to a stop, the cold rain landing in thick pellets on his dark t-shirt, he found himself turning on his heel to look at the foreboding hull of a building.

“what the hell.” he proclaimed, a short sigh falling from his chaste lips as he tightened his grip on the glock he’d managed to find bullets for. he toed quietly around the side of the building, his face screwing up in discomfort as the screams grew louder— more pained. from what he could tell, it sounded like a woman.

as he came to a dust caked window, he used the palm of his glove to clear a small patch— allowing him to gaze in upon the scene. from here, he could make out one guard and an oddly shaped burlap sack— seemingly nothing to see, that was, until the sack began to shuffle on the ground. what the fuck was going on here? but the answer was clear, clear enough to drive his elbow through the paned glass— sending millions of jagged pieces onto the ground below him as he forced himself through the opening.

“you do not belong—,” the cloaked guard began, being cut off by a bullet coming to nestle in his temple, body falling to the floor with a dull thump.

leon grimaced slightly, tucking his gun back into the holster as he moved to kneel beside the sack— retrieving his knife before carefully sinking it into the taut fabric. “im not gonna hurt you, alright? just stay still.” he muttered, slicing the bag open with a careful swoop before his mouth opened in a beyond surprised expression.

your eyes met his, bloodshot and glossy in the light from the lantern, teeth dug into a thick rope tied behind your head. you begged, pleaded in a silent glance, to be released. you just wanted to go home, ‘please, please just let me go home.’

“ive got you, don’t— don’t worry.” the blonde nodded dutifully, moving to remove the rope gag from your mouth before working to cut through the others binding your hands and feet. “im leon,“ he began, eyeing you carefully as he adjusted his position.

your jaw fell slack with the release, a teary sigh leaving your mouth as your newly freed hands moved to trace the indent left in your cheeks. “thank you, leon.” you whispered, glancing around the room cautiously, eyes lingering for only a moment on the dead guard. “where, where.. are we?”

leon paused, the ropes now in sliced piles around your limbs, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he followed your eyes. he knew civilians got caught up in this all the time, he knew that it wasn’t his place to disclose any real information about his objective nor where or what it might be— just like he knew he should’ve just kept walking when he first heard the screams. that just wasn’t leon, his duty was to the people.

“in short, hell.”

#leon kennedy blurb #leon kennedy x female reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy x f!reader #leon kennedy fic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #angelkissiies #misc #x reader

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gaienenkidou · 3 months

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uni2 spoilers

now that the uni2 honeymoon period is setting in some... ive been thinking about specifically merkava's good ending a whole lot for the past 2 days out of everyone... (excluding enkidu because. yknoww teehee. hehe. haha.) ive been thinking about how genuinely adorable his reaction to being a human is. seeing merkava suffer for well over a decade across games and getting to be genuinely vindicated for trying to keep that human part of him still there. i think no part shows that at its best but at the beginning of the end of his kuon fight (sorry thats a mouthful) where when hes eating him up, in the bad ending human merk's narration is taken over by the merk we know, completely frenzied, but in the good ending human merk's narration continues...until he realizes this isn't him internally monologuing anymore he's just a guy now! i also just think him having two endings makes his arcade route the most impactful out of everyone especially since merkava is already like one of the coolest and most interesting fg characters like...ever. it really highlights the stakes of his wellbeing and how an overwhelming night like that effects it. i feel like underwhelming endings like byakuya's or the re-birth'd endings of hilda and carmine could've benefitted from a bad/good ending path structure too... take mega advantage of how arcade modes in fgs function for your final game dammit!!!!

i like seeing him thrilled at all the small things he can feel now as a human. when he fully processes the fact that he is a Real guy now the first thing he just thinks is what he wants to do...and how just living a normal ass life, even the struggle parts, is all he wanted (even if brought up upon a gag scene) its good to see merkava...happy after so long as someone thats followed this game since like, uniel? while questions remain unanswered abt him (like his ties with orie) his salvation is the most rewarding out of everyone because of the nature of his character. its cute to imagine him just doing normal things while his speech is still oddly formal and probably still a behemoth height wise and also his hair just being like that. moe if you will. with that said wheres my fucking 12 episode slice of life human merkava anime i want to see that grown ass man live a satisfying life. please for the love of god i just want to see it. this is why we need that chronicle mode patch. i wanna see other characters react to him suddenly being a hot man. why did they have to lowkey rush uni2 out the door

the merk = hollow god theory going around is also pretty interesting because while i can see that conclusion for obvious reasons (HE LITERALLY SAYS THE TITLE BY NAME LOL,) i also feel like he would've had a power trip moment like hilda and carmine did when they converted if he really REALLY did inherit stuff from the hollow god? but merkava is just...normal. he's just overwhelmed with the joy of getting to indulge himself. so either thats a testament to how humble the hollow god was or like merk's deep humanity just overrid any of that nonsense. i prefer just human merkava being human merkava because that implies he truly is just a regular weird good guy and possibly was just that in his past too.

i wish i had been thinking abt merk's ending this deep when i made that initial answer to @/starocide's ask because the implications of both his endings for him as a character AND LIKE GENERAL UNI WORLDBUILDING are insanely fucking valuable when you think about it. its up there with chaos's arcade route with how much it forwards it. is there hope for all voids in general with what the good ending implies? im so curious now....

Also because i have to say it: verdict is in. human merkava is pretty hot actually. Meow meow meow

#uni2 spoilers #under night in birth #merkava #omiwa txts #ok to rb btw feel free to infodump and whatnot

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fineprintedsunsets · 8 months

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𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙰𝙴𝚃𝙷

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 12! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

nurse au

Synopsis: Nurse Levinson knows her, and for as long as he can remember, he wants to help her. And tonight, his plan is going to work.

Word Count: 1.8k

Trigger Warnings: THE LAST DAY OF #HAUNTEDHOEDOWN, this is a bit late. nurse!ari levinson x unnamed f!oc. suicide attempt. HEAVY CONTENT<please read with caution> . Self-Harm. relaspe. feeling numbness, no emotion. pain. (lots of fucking pain). im so in love with ari saying "mama". comfort. psych wards. angst. (i fucking hate those places, and this was written with every ounce of hate i could muster) this is fiction, you obvi cant just walk out of a ward. (i wish someone just picked me up and carried me out of that hell hole.)

I miss my body.

The version of my vessel that remains unscared and unbroken. It's gone now, battered with bruises and self-inflicted scars.

I miss my home, the one I inhabited before I was caged with white walls and prescription pills.

I miss myself.

I can't describe myself, oddly. I can barely remember what I used to look like other than dull eyes and sunken cheekbones.

I’m dying in this place. Slowly, mentally.

I stare up at the white tiles, the same ones I’ve been looking at for months. They never change, I wish they would. The sound of a door clicking open, the noise bouncing off the walls, notifies me of the time.

“Hey Mama, how are you feeling today?” Nurse Levinson greets me with a small smile. I glance at him from my lying down position, seeing him follow with a cart of medication. I groan, turning away.

“Mama’s, Answer me.” The nurse demands, but I just sigh, sitting up to grab my medication, each colored pill placed in separate clear cups. There are five. Before I can wrap my frail fingers around one, Ari snatches the cart away.

“Mama.”

“I’m fine,” I answer bluntly. Although I’ll never say it aloud, Ari is the only nurse without evil intentions. He’s a good man, one I would have been friends with when I was still…

Me.

His tall frame comes to the side of my white bed, his large fingers cupping my chin. It’s nothing special, but it makes me feel for just a sliver of a second, feeling the heat from his palm press into my cheek.

“Not feeling group today?”

I shake my head, grabbing the first of five cups. “No”. He lets me this time, knowing my reluctance is evident. He should be used to it by now. I put the pill onto my tongue, making sure the appendage is flat. I don’t need a liquid, I’ve done this hundreds of times before.

I close my mouth, and close my eyes. My mouth wants to spit it out, wants to reject the medication like always. Ari stands in front of me, his fingers grasping gently at my chin as I’m forced to look into his eyes. “Swallow” He orders, My throat obeys him, forcing the red pill down.

I don’t gag, never have. Ari smiles with approval. “Good girl.”

I don’t feel anything by the words, although his presence offers me some form of my old self, which I haven’t seen in a while.

I don’t know if she was ever there.

“How about we skip group, and go straight to our lessons? What do you say?”

“No,” I answer him placidly, taking another pill and popping it into my mouth. This one is blue, it tastes no different.

“No? Mama, are you feeling alright?” I hate the way he speaks to me, as if I'm an animal in a cage, waiting to attack. I’m a grown adult.

“I’m not going to slit my wrist.” Ari's face turns into a wince at my sudden harsh words. I don’t care, they treat me like a weak little girl. I smile weakly, swallowing another pill in between dry gulps.

“I have to dull down the truth, I forgot, Nurse Levinson.” I began again, changing my words to the mandated ones we always use here. “I will not cause any harm to myself or others.”

Ari is battling with himself, I can see it in his features. He wants to feel bad for me, but just like the rest of us, he has a job to do.

“Mama-” He pleads, silently yearning for me to stop talking so plainly. Ari and everyone else here always want to cover up the truth, want to sugarcoat it in red and blue pills and select dialogue.

Screw that shit.

“I don’t want to go to the group, but you will take me anyway. I don’t want to go to lessons, but I'll be dragged there regardless” I turn towards him, moving off my mattress to stand in front of his tall form. He’s wearing blue scrubs, the same every day.

For I don’t know how long.

I lost track of time a while ago.

“Why do you ask me the same questions, as if I’ll have another answer?” He runs a large hand through his long blonde hair, sighing.

“It’s-”

“Required?” I finish his sentence with a silver tongue, my face unmoving. I’ve looked like the same frowning woman since I arrived here.

Nothing ever changes.

“Leave, Ari.” I start to walk by him, not going anywhere in my bedroom, The doors lock from outside, I could run, but I'd end up right back where I stand. I learned that the hard way.

His fingers grab my wrist gently, he’s careful to avoid the white scratches. He knows where my scars are, and he knows I hate them being touched.

I almost smile.

“You know I can’t do that.” He gruffs, I have to look up to him every time he talks, I'm much shorter.

“Because it’s required or?” Ari stops short, his fingers still grabbing gently at my wrist, the medication cart still off to the side. I could grab something.

I could.

He pulls me to him unexpectedly, and I let out a small whimper at how quickly he does it. His heat warms me up, although I’m just skin and bones against him, it makes me feel something. Ari always makes me feel.

It’s why I hate him.

I run my hands down his back, looking for something. Something very specific. He stills underneath my fingers, palms my head and brings me to his chest, our position resembling something of an awkward hug.

“I’m not required to care about my patients.”

A disappointed smile appears on my lips as I grab something from his pocket. He doesn't notice, my little fingers make it impossible. I recognize the tube immediately, and with all my strength, I push the man back, taking the tube with me.

He barely stumbles.

“Liar,” I whisper, holding the syringe in front of my face, Both I and Ari can see it, and the color that drains from his features makes the truth worth it. The tube has a label with a word I can not pronounce, but the number of times I’ve had one injected into me, I know what they do.

A sedative.

“Come on, mama. I have to carry them”. Ari pleads, his eyes wide. I circle him, watching as he flinches when I move closer.

I hate Ari Levinson because he feels like home. I hate him because I’m upset at the fact he carries a sedative when he walks into my room.

Normally, I wouldn’t care if a nurse carried a sedative, but because it’s Ari, a piece of my non-existent heart cracks. He stares at me. I stare at him.

I smile.

Ari knows he’s just lost me.

Not physically.

My broken vessel remains where It stands.

He’s lost my trust.

And we both know in here, that’s worth more than a life.

ꕤ

I don’t know how this happened.

After my chat with a deceitful Nurse, I went to a group, went to lessons with him, didn’t talk, and now somehow I’m running.

I did something, something bad.

There’s blood on my paper clothes.

My socks make it easier to run, they are good for something. I turn down another hallway, an alarm blaring loudly. They’ve announced a lockdown.

Everyone and their mothers are going to be in this hallway in about 3 minutes.

I didn’t mean to etch glass into my scars, allowing them to re-open, but I’ve never had an urge so strong in my entire life. After Ari left my room, taking the syringe and medicine cart with him, I felt again.

It’s weird, almost like flipping a switch back on but having to dust it off first, maybe fiddle with the wires. I can’t explain the true feeling of having consciousness of your body again, numbness turning into pain, feelings burning throughout you.

I was hurt by Ari carrying that syringe, he turned my switch back on.

And my mind went into pain.

I relapsed.

My feet hurt, I can’t stop running though, I feel a set of booths stomp behind me. They're coming for me, it’s only a matter of time.

I don’t know why I ran to begin with, they would have walked into my room, seen my bloodied wrist, bandaged it, and then sent me to a padded room. To “ensure” my safety, of course.

“Mama?” I hear his voice echo through the hallways, and I stop in my tracks. I don’t hear any other footsteps unless they're trying to ambush me. Why would they send Ari after me?

I don’t fight it when he finds me, I stopped running when I heard his voice.

My body just did it, even as I tried to move my feet, they wouldn’t budge. “Sweet girl…” His voice is taut with emotion, I know he notices my wrists, but he pays no attention to them.

“Come here.” Ari holds his arms out, and with the same reluctance, my body is attracted to his, like a magnetic force field pushing us close together. I settle into his arms, feeling his heat as he lifts me up, grabbing my ankles and wrapping them around his waist.

I look like a little girl with her father.

His fingers run through my hair as I bury my nose in his shoulders, his other hand holds me up as I cling to him. We stand there, in the middle of the red-lit hallway, alarm blaring, and he just holds me.

“Shh… You're with me, sweetheart.”

Ari keeps me supported against him, whispering words into my ears as he leads me down a hallway. I don’t recognize this one, I’ve never been down it.

But then I see a large red sign, spelling the word

“EXIT”.

I lift my head from his shoulder, my face unmoving as I ask, “Exit? Ari-”

“The sedative wasn’t for you, sweetheart.”

“It was for anyone who got in my way.”

My heart cracks as he glances down both ends of the hallway. They trusted him to come and find me, but really, he’s freeing me. “This was your plan, to free me-”

“You were never supposed to hurt yourself, Mama.”

The sunlight hits my skin immediately, and I bask in it, I haven’t felt it in months. The doors shut behind us, and security cameras can surely see me wrapped around his waist, his large hands placed at my back, and my little fingers, running through his long blonde hair.

My wrist hurts, but the guilt never comes, even as the blood starts to dry and the aftermath is revealed. Ari wanted me to find that syringe, that’s why he pulled me to his chest. He knew it would upset me, and he knew when I got upset, I ran.

“I’m glad I did”

“Sweetheart-”

“No, Now I know, Ari. I can feel.”

“You make me feel.”

#masterlist #fanfic #oneshot #ari levinson #ari levison x reader

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homestuck-for-the-first-time · 2 months

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lvl 247

so hmph

i'm up to page 247, and wow this is very, specific kinds of weird. im impressed. lets take a look at everything so far.

the LORE

this little fella is cute. it's his birthday and look at him go! if i understood the plot correctly this sort of takes place in a weird alternate video-game esque 2000's. i'm guessing he's like 13? must protect at all costs.

the humour is also,,, interesting. i genuinely cannot pinpoint exactly what this all means. i cannot predict it. it's like im a dream -like state.

for instance. when the camera zooms out and reveals a vast empty city with nobody around i thought this became existential horror.

and some pages later, they all just fucking die?

what the fuck???

if someone asked me, after reading 247 pages of the comic, what was it about, i'd tell them oh god help me where am i. matpat would not survive this.

the creatures

there are two dorks so far. i love them. there's

he's so cute i wanna squish him to death

JOHN EGBERT and his hiperfixation on ODDLY-SPECIFIC FILMS is charming but i feel like i'm missing so much context. should i watch them to catch up with homestuck lore?

oh and her

she is concerning

she's so quirky. her love for OBSCURE LITERATURE and ELEVATED LEXICON, plus eveything else? is she on tumblr dot com?

i wonder what else is she up to, along the other pesterchums on the web.

coding sillies

ah yes. i love code™. no but really, i'm on my last year of compsci. i am old. but these cute little gags remind me of starting out to self learn data structures and general syntax.

pfft, do you even hashmap bro? wdym u don't have logarithmic time complexity?

that's what you get for not using b+ trees.

this whole comic was definitively made by a dorky nerd, and that's sick. i wonder what they're up to now...

closing thoughts

rose's mom is definitively queen from deltarune. also, i need some rest. this comic is definitively something. tune in for more

#homestuck #respectfully what the fuck #what's the deal with johnny cage #jestercore #okay i'm normal now

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ninetwelves · 8 months

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idg this one opinion i saw on all stars 7 being bad bc the back ups they had to me make no sense theyre like all stars 7 was bad bc it didnt have enough early season winners like omfg wherw is the self awareness

bebe was on all stars 3 should could come back but thats kinda debatable ik they bring queens back 3 times( and even 4 times being jimbo) but maybe its more debatable for a first all winners season

tyra is cut out for her bomb threats to drag con she gets left out the winners circles

obviously sharon gets left out the winners circle and what clasifies as early season winners for me itd be 1-3 or 1-5 bc 6-8 or 9 feel a bit mid season (def not in quality) bianca wont do it, bob wasnt invited but thank god she hosted pitstop

violet would do it and maybe it wouldve been good if she did bc shes out here huffing paint of booting raja for not wearin corsets fjndjfnfnfn

alaska wouldnt be invited back

trixie wouldnt do it

sasha velour wouldve been cool but if they make a second one they cant use all their best queens and sasha art is great but maybe they were thinking best tv personalities w chemistry (bc all stars 8 lacked that MAJORLYYY) bc i think they did pic best tv personalities together like sure certain queens i absolutely would gag but i strangely wasnt mad at the cast for how robbed manila was (and she was robbed like imagine manila in that season but thats the all stars format riggery fault) but yk monet and trinity were some of the mosg entertaining thank god it made me fall in love w monet???

like thats debatable tho for some queens coming back but unfortunately for early seasons there was genuinely not a lot of options BUT IM SO GLAD WE GOT THE TWO BEST ONES ESP FUCKING RAJA (BC BOY WHAT THAT SEASON DID TO ME IT MADE ME FALL SO DEEP LOVE FOR RAJA SHES OFFICIALLY MY MOTHER GF BF AND AUNTIE ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY) and yk the first thing i fell in love w that season was raja + jinkx and all the newer winners holy fuck did i ever love that sure it was def a bit rigged theyre not the most stand out lip syncers of the bunch but god did they both ever pave the way for them all there (esp raja) and i believe it was so needed to show that respect

and raja and jinxk r good lip syncers stunts arent everything song choice is important

it def wasnt the strongest lip sync season ill admit that but yo i adore watching lip syncs ppl dont think i care about fashion in drag race but i really do this season is my fav for a reason raja is my fav for a reason it wouldve been sm more perfect for me if the lip syncs were so top tier but idk fuckin raja vs viv was so fun / perfect raja vs jaida was so so fun

raja had no chance for yvie im super biased that im glad she won but idk raja still slayed its just yvie oddly ur going against maybe ru hated yvies wigs or smth (listen i love yvies shes one of my favs) i dont disagree w the track record vs lip sync bc i guess itd depend on the lip sync and track record and entertainment to the season ofc u cant please everyone, it makes it a lot less predictable altho imo jimbos win as much as its deserved is waaayyyyyy too predictable and not even cute bc at least w season 15 the other queens of so many different styles of drag and diversity and experience and worlds kepts sasha on her toes a bit she shouldve won more but damn i just love me a season w milfs ok IM JUST MILF BIASED LET ME HAVE THISSS

ok also the cast was good (despite manila being robbed in as 4) they didnt need to rely on villian edits or drama which im not against for drag race but thats how good their chemistry and personalies were like that is so important a goooooood ass cast can carry and i dont think all stars 8 delivered (i even think all stars 1 delivered that sm more than 8)

but idk i think my all stars ranking that some places can be flipped is

all stars 7 (fav season EVER)

as 2

as 3 + 4 tied

all stars 6

all stars 5

all stars 1

all stars 8

and im gonna be real cast chemistry/entertainment/personality/humor is like the first thing thatd enjoyable about the show fuck ill take bad runways even bad lip syncs usually a season will have one or the other or at least one good runway or lip sync bc i can trust the queens tonpull thru on that more than the producers holy shit

and yk bad lip syncs and runways to me can be so fucking funny like jigglys garbage dress, kennedys cyrstalized chicken, the i will surive lip sync in s8, the 2 messy ass lip syncs in s3 (like it had 2 of the best lip syncs in the show and 2 of the worst but the worsr were so fuckjng funnyfbfkdhd)

but yk you want better lip syncs?? actually pay attention to ur front runners styles of performance, rewards all styles of lip syncs, and pick ur song choices more off that.

also snatch game being good is quite important all stars 7 fucking DELIVEREDDDDDDDDD

i get more peeved when a cast of a season has no age and drag style variety (which theyve always delivered drag style variety and age usuall like season 14 im sorry did not deliver that 4 me enough) variety bc whats the point u did not respect where drag came from, the veterns, and ofc the new queens for the future of drag like come bring in at least one milf drag queen one milf per season IS ENOUGH FOR ME

#GOING OFF #THATS JUST MY OPINIONNNNN

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Reader beware! Youre in for a scare. Awh its been a bit hasnt it? Between work and getting ill with the plague its been a longer time coming than intended for this dish. Perhaps fitting for our All Hallows Eve? Today from the Redwall Cookbook- is a science experiment im thankful didnt crawl back out the bin- Harvestberry Sunset Pudd.

(the original recipe is at the bottom if you’d like to follow along)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Harvestberry Sunset Pudd?” YOU MIGHT ASK

raspeberries

blackberries

honey

white bread

whipped cream

Now, you wouldnt think this would be too bad right? "Those are simple ingredients and sure fruit is always temperamental and honeys a bitch to clean, but nothing too inedible". But, now, hold on a second, where does the bread come into play? Is it also for serving like the cream?

No. No it fuckin isnt. The recipe asks you to line a deep bowl with crustless bread before putting the filling in it, letting it sit for 24 hours, and unmolding the filling from the bread.

(This is not a bread pudding. This is a fruit pudding.)

AND, “what does Harvestberry Sunset Pudd taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

I know why it specifies 'a lot of whipped cream'

Its because its trying to hide.

this is an environment for growing mold or shrooms rather than the baking of a pudding. rancid sponge thing.

. used fresh fruit where fruit called for

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it is immensely offputting.

Its exactly what you'd think pouring a pan of fruit juice into a bowl of crustless bread and letting it sit for a day would be. The consistency is a mix between waterlogged papertowl and stale nothing. The fruit is the only alchemy here and its not good. The fruit turned from the punchy refreshing tartness of midfall to Bitter Gross Bad. I have no clue what the intent of this process was, let alone the bread bullfuckery, and when i tried to search it up i didn't find any relevant results or possible explanations as to why it made me do this.

I made no assumptions before going in because sometimes baking chemical reactions are surprising.

Unveiling this waste of resources made me gag the first time i saw it and it made me gag trying to spoon it into the garbage as it squelched in resistance. Normally i dont do this, but everytime we cook something we take a picture for photo reference when making the illustration, and id desperately like to show you the photo reference so you can see how oddly fleshy it is. -

I wouldnt be surprised if it started convulsing on the counter. If it had a heartbeat. Its sad how much of the autumn recipes have been flops??? I dont know why :( there was simply nothing in the recipe to make the pudding into a pudding, there was no 'glue' to give it adhesion or form. This one doesnt feel like something went wrong this one feels like the recipe was written wrong

I give this recipe a weak and shambling 1/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

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Ingredients:

1 pint (2 cups) fresh or frozen raspberries

1 pint (2 cups) fresh or frozen blackberries

6 tablespoons honey

One small loaf sliced white or wheat bread, crusts cut off

Whipped cream, for serving

Method:

In a saucepan over medium heat, combine the berries and honey. Bring to a simmer and cook for 10 minutes.

Line a deep round bowl with the bread, leaving no gaps. Spoon the cooked fruit into the bowl and top with the remaining bread, covering the fruit completely. Weigh down the pudding with a plate slightly smaller than the mouth ofthe bowl, and place something heavy (such as a can of beans) on top of the plate.

Refrigerate for 24 hours.

Gently unmold the pudding onto a serving plate and serve with lots of cream.

#cross cooks redwall #food art #brian jacques #digital art

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