#/Now now... I'll let it go this once... It would be cruel to punish you for something under no ones control... like stupidity/

[life-winners-liveblog]

*taps mic* Hello? Can you hear me? (Except Martyn lol imagine going from the best listener to someone who is deaf)

Hi I just got here and am being very entertained by you guys

Gri I would try to help you work through your trauma but all efforts have been futile so far so instead take this leather jacket and sunglasses (to match timmy!), a sun holographic picture, as well as these cookies 🍪 (<- those are cookies shortbread is a biscuit)

Scott, be careful try not to burn yourself out, take these paints and easels, (fake) coral jewellery, a star/night sky holographic picture, and some poppies

Pearl, I would give you something, but someone is very mean and won't let me, so I'm sending you some sunflowers, a puppy and some bones, a moon holographic picture, and a clock

*If possible, I yank on Martyn's hair* *a note then appears with the following writing* Martyn, I don’t even care about the fact that you betrayed your Scott, it made sense for you, was a good ending moment and he didn't even mind (was probably his favourite version of events that could have happened). No, I'm mad at you because of how apathetic you are. I'm sorry that you find it "easy" to move on, but others feeling emotions about their past is not weak. It's human. You are quite literally my second-least favourite person and the other person has the same illness as you but worse. You get a pufferfish, a (toy) axe, a cake, and a holographic picture that seems to change images. Sometimes it shows the sea, sometimes it shows trees, sometimes Mars, sometimes a meteor, sometimes a black hole (ooc: etc etc just all the different Martyn winner interpretations lol I'm not writing all of them)

Jim-jam! Nice to see you! You get poppies, a wooden doll, a frog and bucket, and a holographic picture of a canary

Scar! It's been a while since anyone has sent you anything buddy so you get 3 more llamas, 15 more camels, 19 more pandas and 81 more jellie cats. Oh and a holographic picture of cacti

DL!Scott you fucker you are my least favourite you apathetic son of a bitch. You get the poison effect

SL!Jimmy you get cake for being the in-between person, as well as a ghost plushie and a holographic picture of a doggo (if you look closely there's a canary)

To the rest of the losers, I'll give them some weighted blankets. One for everyone :)

-Saph <3

LimL!Jimmy: This is still not Judge Judy and Executioner... But thank you...

~~~~~~

Grian: ugh... I don't know how other me can confortably wear this all day.

LimL!Jimmy: Grian why are you dressed like me?!?! Do this mean you want to join the Bad Boys??

Grian: Uhhhhh... not really? The whispers -

LimL!Jimmy: Why not?!? You could be an honorary Bad Boy!!!

Grian: ... Fine, whatever.

LimL!Jimmy: Yeah yeah yeah!

~~~~~

Pearl: Ooooh nice! Let's see, how does this holographic thing work?

Scott: Oh they sent me one of those as well! I think... you do it like... this!

Pearl: Mansplaining moment.

Scott: What!?!? I was just... you asked...and I...

Pearl: Calm down Scott, it was just a joke... why are you so jittery.

Scott: ...Maybe the whispers are right, I do need to relax a little.

~~~~~

Martyn: Well screw you too I guess, that hurt... and I never said that feeling about the past is weak, what I find weak is letting said emotions submerge you completely like Grian does, now I have seen how he was, I saw his passion but when I look at him now I see none of that, he is not weak because he misses Scar, who cares about that, he is weak because he wallows in his own self pity and misery constantly... He couldn't have done anything differently and he can't go back to change anything so why does he insist on acting like a wet wipe.

[asce-of-hearts]

whatever u do don’tttttt think about yan!bully!hawks bullying ur cervix and threataning to ruin ur life by getting u pregnant

whatever u do don’tttt think about him playing the savior afterwards by forcing u into a marriage

Promises

Contents: Yandere!Bully!Hawks babytrapping gn!reader

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WARNINGS: DUB-CON, HATE SEX, BABY TRAPPING, BREEDING KINK, MATING PRESSES, YANDERE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, COLLEGE!AU, AFAB!READER.

You have come to known that Keigo isn't just a bully, and a prick, and an abusive asshole who seems to have made its life purpose to torment you, to see how many times he can kick you on the ground until you either go unconscious or snap at him. In the time you've lived with him, you've come to realize he's much, much more of what he seems to be, of what he tries to portray himself as.

He is also, a sex maniac.

He just can't get enough. He needs to be humping and mounting you at least twice a day or he goes mad, becomes much more cruel and taunting. And you have already been at that end of the stick, at the mercy of his cruel physical ministrations, so to have him all over you, fucking you like a man possessed, seems rather... tame. Pleasurable even.

And in that moment, you're living it. You're under him, legs spread and folded until your ankles reach your ears. And he seems to be having the time of his life, fucking you while rubbing messy circles over your clit, making you clench your walls around him, milking him for all he's worth.

"Y-You filthy fucking slut-" He slobbers all over your tits, grinning when you throw your head back. "You keep telling me you hate me, and that you can't stand to have me near. Yet here you are... milking me dry with your pretty, fuckin' loser pussy." He's nonsensical, and at the same time speaking the truth, you have stopped refusing him, you have started to accept his advances, started recognizing that maybe you don't hate his cock as much as you hate him.

"Shut up!" You whine. "Pull out— I-I'm about to—" The plump, mushroom shaped head of his cock hits your cervix repeatedly, making you swallow your words as you let out a pained gasp, eyes widening as he continues to hit that spot, bullying and bruising it, aching to fuck past its tight resistance, even when you both know it would be impossible. But he doesn't stop, one of his hands coming to press down on your stomach, the pressure making you go limp from pleasure, loosing your last coherent thoughts to the feeling of his fat cock punishing your gummy walls. For what? You don't know, but he's fucking your cunt like he hates it, even when that couldn't be far from the truth.

"Pull out? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one," He croons, blonde lashes falling slowly, as if he's blinking through honey, might as well be, his eyes are that same color. And you can't look away from his handsome face as he taunts you, as he fucks you harder, faster, rougher. By this point you're certain your cervix, and your g-spot, and everything inside you must be bruised and battered, molded to fit and accommodate his length. "What's the chance, huh? You were always so good with percentages—" He grunts, and you can see his adam's apple bobbling up and down as he swallows, hard. "How much of a chance is there of you getting fucking pregnant right now."

"You wouldn't dare—" You gasp, and he laughs. The most impressive part? His rhythm hasn't faltered once throughout your hole conversation.

"Oh, believe me, songbird. I would," The slapping of your skin meeting each other is driving you mad. "I'll fuck a baby into you, make you a fuckin' dropout, a college mommy. I'll make sure you can never leave me," His eyes darken with a possessive gleam on them, completely evil, completely truthful. "I'll keep you pregnant, you'll give me baby after baby after baby. I'll make sure you can never make anything of yourself other than being the mother of my fucking children, other than my fucking wife." He growls, pumping you full of cum as you start to cry, speechless.

"I'll make sure you're never anything other than mine."

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[wrioluvr]

sub yandere inmate x gn! prison warden reader

thank u all for 1000+ notes on my last post omg....<3 short fic about an idea i had as i work on part 2 of the sub yandere x himbo reader ♡♡♡ kinda wriothesley inspired coz thats bae...

cw: mentions of nsfw

"so let me get this straight." you sighed, looking at the man who was currently on the other side of the bars in disappointment. "you beat up some of the other inmates and got into a fight because.... they were talking shit about me?"

"exactly..... they were saying you were too strict! but they don't know how much you care for us.... such ungrateful bastards." his last words came out with an obvious distaste. he held the bars of his cell tightly, looking into your eyes imploringly for any sign of validation. "aren't... aren't you proud of me?"

you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "no. you can't just hurt other people for my sake. i'm your warden. i can handle a few snarky comments." he had always been rather attached to you, but he had been acting overly clingy and whiny in the past few weeks. you wondered if solitary confinement was finally getting to his head.

at your words, he crumbled a little, sadness evident in the lines of his pout. your approval meant everything to him, so you being annoyed with him was the worst feeling in the world. but all of a sudden, he perked back up, seemingly coming up with a devilish idea. his voice dropped to a low whisper. "you know.... if you're that upset with me, i'm always ready for punishment." to get his point across, he pressed his ass to the bars, moaning softly as he felt the cold metal graze his hole. "a spanking would be perfect."

you immediately took a step back, glaring at him. "i don't believe in corporal punishment." you said sternly, trying to deter him from getting any more perverted ideas in his head. "you're not even really interested in getting better, are you?"

"whaaat. i am! come onnnnn. the only way you can get me to behave is if you spank me. i'll be a good boy. i promise."

"you know what would be a better punishment?"

"what?" his eyes light up at the thought of you taking the initiative to put him in his place.

"if i don't partake in your twisted scenarios and leave right now. try not to get into any more fights, okay?" you walked away, shaking your head as you wondered what on earth you would do with this pathetic man.

"seriously? no! come back...." he whined, slumping back down onto his bed, defeated. but at least he had got your attention with that stunt... you had been paying far more attention to the other inmates recently.

he giggles to himself, staring up at the ceiling of his cell. a few years meant nothing, if it meant that once he was out he could live out the rest of his days as your malewife, taking care of your every need. that was the one thing keeping him going. you wouldn't be so cruel as to deny him of his fantasy, would you?

[eraserbread]

suguru is so nice to u until u interrupt his meeting :( now he has to punish u in front of his husband, satoru. or, you and geto's pov from this drabble

check out parts 1. 2. 3. 4.

"just give me an hour, dear! i'll be with you so soon, I just have this meeting-

if you didn't stop him now, suguru would go on and on, assuming you're mad at him. you shake off his worry, giving him a sweet smile as you lounge back on their huge sectional. if you can help it, you always choose to do schoolwork at their house. i mean, come on, if satoru isn't here, all of his textbooks and cheat sheets from years of work are.

"I have this... exam to study for, just take your time."

he's leaning out of his office door down the hall, hair pinned back in a professional twist. you love him like this -- especially when his bangs are out. your brain loses all function when he looks at you with a gaze so packed full of admiration.

"you need anything at all, don't hesitate, okay? let me know."

"'m okay, geto-kun." you've caught yourself latching onto gojo's horny nicknames, but you admit he has a knack for them. in their presence, you're never called by your name. it's always some random love-licked phrase -- ducky was a current favorite of satoru's. suguru is mainly happy calling you his baby and referring to you as 'dear' like always. he's a man of habit, and you're blessed to be one of them.

"alright!" like a whack-a-mole, he disappears quickly behind the door, and you can hear him beginning to talk shortly after. he keeps his door open so you always feel comfortable to rush to him if need be. and, he kinda wants you to. this is his meeting after all, he chose this time and he could reschedule if you asked him just right.

while suguru goes on and on about inflation and property costs nonsense, you turn back to your textbook, balancing a highlighter between your teeth as you skim the same paragraph over and over again. seems like everytime you read it, your brain short circuits and deletes all information about the topic. cruel. your exam was literally next week.

right now, you were studying for your life science course, and though satoru taught chemistry, he's bounced around enough subjects to have ample cheating material. only issue is, satoru and suguru share an office, and suguru is knee-deep in a meeting, currently.

you'd have to be a bother, but you were okay with that.

suguru's smooth voice gets louder as you stand and walk down the hall. you're not too worried about being seen on camera, but you are wearing scandalously short shorts. now, it's just a habit whenever you visit your men. they like to look at you and you were happy to oblige, once more.

"mhm, and that's just the unfortunate truth about living in the city... those house insurance prices..." suguru drones, using his crossed hands as a chin rest over his desk. peeking in through the door, you can see he's in a space with about four or five other people. hell, it's better than twenty.

"and that's true for a lot of us, here-

"sugu..!" you whisper, peeking your head through the door. Immediately he whips his head, eyes wide in worry.

"yes?"

"no- i'm okay, i just." you creak the door further, stepping one foot inside the drafty room. "need to steal some of satoru's textbooks. they're behind you. the camera."

suguru turns around in his office chair, eyeing the insane shelf of books he's looked at for years. its only when you entered their life, did they finally serve a purpose. he nods. "which do you need? I'll grab them."

you take a few steps in the room, assuming his microphone is muted if he's speaking so openly. "life science? anything with bio, honestly. shit is impossible."

"i'm curious to see how much life science a writer will have to utilize." he laughs to himself, smiling as he combs the shelf for anything of the sort. it's true, his husband stock piles on books and material for a rainy day.

"stupid electives. oh, look." you get far too excited when you see it -- a hardcover bound book with 'Science: The Study of Life in All of It's Forms.' on the third shelf from the top. you point it out to suguru, but he's squinting in vain. "third shelf up, sugu."

"aha. gotcha." suguru stands on his toes, reaching up to retrieve the textbook and hand it off to you perfectly out of camera-shot. he's not too worried about his colleagues seeing you, but he's worried about them seeing you like this -- clothed loosely. you can respect his wishes. "go on now, dear."

"yes, sir." you scrape your teeth over your bottom lip as you give him a goodbye look, slipping back out through the door.

you only get a few chapters deep before you're bored and pining again. suguru was still in his meeting, and you really wish you were keeping track of time so you knew when satoru was due to be back.

you stand from your warm spot to take the book back, walking slowly to make sure he's still in the meeting before creaking the door open again. you definitely can wait for him to be done to put it back, but you're bored. suguru is free entertainment - what can you say?

suguru doesn't notice you at first. he's too busy nodding along to whatever gibberish another is spewing. you could call his name, but you didn't want to be too annoying, so you leave the book by the door and drop to your knees.

"yep. it's actually a great idea, once we head into this second quarter that will definitely be a factor." suguru continues, completely oblivious to your stalking. you're on all fours, trying your best to keep your head down as you approach him.

"sugu, i'm so bored."

poor suguru -- he almost jumps out of his skin. "fuck..!" then he curses again when he realizes he's in fact not muted.

"geto-kunnnn, please?"

suguru is flustered as hell trying to mute himself and flip his camera off. tomorrow he will push it off on technical difficulties, but nobody truly would give a damn. it's just a formality thing.

he tries his hardest to come off authoritative with you, but he's just flushed and embarrassed. doesn't help that you were sitting at his feet like the perfect little clingy pet.

"please, what?"

"i'm so fucking bored."

"why is that my issue?" suguru's voice dips a tone lower once he reads your energy. i mean, you're at his fucking feet sitting so pretty and patient. he loves when you look up at him and those innocent eyes widen. god, he's just obsessed with you.

he brings a hand down to pet over your face, tracing your lips against his fingertips. his breath catches in his throat as you part your lips, swirling your tongue across his pointer.

"fuck."

"you have something i want."

"yeah? yeah, you just stay just like that..." he mumbles, guts swimming with pleasure as he digs in his back pocket for his shiny black phone. "take my fucking fingers, baby. pretend like 's my cock you're kissing."

"mm, sugu..." his pillow talk is always the best and his flips it on and off so well. he could be calling you a beautiful angel at one moment, then flipping it and calling you his cock slut. there's truly no medium.

"...and pose real pretty for satoru."

suguru's pointing his phone over you, capturing the perfect lewd photo to send directly to satoru's phone. it takes less than a minute for his husband to respond in flustered messages, it draws a smile across his perfect face.

"somebody's a fan... personal request: pull her shirt up so I can see the goods. what a dork."

"it's like all you guys care about is seeing me naked."

"says the one sneaking into my office looking to get fucked." there's no buffer behind his words, he had you right where he wanted you.

vaguely, he can hear the sound of the meeting continuing, but doesn't listen. it's impossible to do anything when you're staring at him with wet lips and needy eyes.

"fuck, are you fucking kidding me? so fucking pretty." he's growling, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he reaches down to slide his arm under the hem of your shirt, large hand coming out of the neckline to choke you softly. you bare your neck completely for him, shivering as the coolness of his hands take over your entire nervous system. now, you're cold to the touch, and you wanted suguru to warm you up.

instead, he snaps another set of photos, sending them to satoru before tossing his phone to the side. he had a mind to fuck you up. in the nicest, suguru geto way possible. but, there was no nice way to describe what he'd do to you. he wants to turn your ass a burning red before stuffing it full of him.

yeah... that'll do just fine. but, first. he actually leaves his meeting. one cuss word wasn't damaging, but fucking his girlfriend in front of some of the richest realtors in the city wasn't a good idea.

once he presses that 'leave meeting' button, he's dragging you to your feet by the hold he has on your neck. you're already a whining mess for him, trying to catch your footing as he throws you over his lap.

suguru's always been the more gentler one of the two, though looks can be deceiving. satoru was a freak, suguru was just happy to be there to deal with it. but, when they're apart, suguru fills that freaky role just enough to keep you interested.

"gonna make this ass nice and red and give satoru a good shot." he mumbles, large palm massaging over your clothed ass. your shorts were too tight to wiggle off, suguru would actually have to peel them off of you, but he had other intentions.

"w-why?" you whine, standing on the tips of your toes to accommodate his height. "you said to come to you if I needed anything."

"i meant actual, important things. like... hey sugu, where's the pasta? i'd love to make you a meal."

"shoulda told me you were hungry-

"yeah, well now my meal is laid out on my lap." he places a little experimental slap to your ass, watching as you mewl and arch your back. the sight makes him lick his lips. he's so oblivious to the constant string of texts lighting up his phone because you're so damn intoxicating. "uh, tell me if it's to-

"just do it." you whine through clamped teeth, digging your fingers in the thickness of his right thigh. he finally slides his hand between the fabric of your shorts, giving them a few good tugs until they're tight around your knees.

"god, you're already so wet. gonna stain my pants." he growls, dipping his fingers between your cheeks and through your wetness. it's so humiliating, you bury your face deeper into your arm. you don't know why you get like this alone with suguru -- you just want to impress him, to give him an out of body experience. with satoru, its easier to balance out, and you don't have to worry about saying something stupid, because satoru already has.

this was so much more than a crush or baseless lust.

"but, you're a damn menace."

then, it comes: a strong, full bodied slap erupts against your ass, the aftershocks ricocheting off the walls. he hits like a man, not bothering to hold back because he knows you've taken worse. your skin blooms a magnificent shade of red in his wake, just begging for more color from his hand.

so, he hits you again.

and again,

then, once more.

he doesn't even realize your toes are strained and your cheeks are damp, he's terrible at losing himself in the moment. satoru is useful in always bringing him back to reality.

yet, he carries on after a brief pause, sucking in a breath before laying a series of four -- two on each cheek, making you shriek and writhe against him.

you wish you could see his face staring down at you. you're wondering if this is taking as much a toll on him as it was for you. but, suguru is strong, and his self-control is frightening, so probably not. the most he'd likely do right now without satoru is touch you a bit and send you on your way so he can finish his work. but, you don't want that. you came in here for a reason -- craving alone time with suguru for once.

you didn't care if it got you spanked or tossed around; you just wanted to be at his sweet, sweet mercy.

he gives you no warning when he trails his fingers down between your cheeks, biting over his bottom lip as he plays with your clit softly. His touch is gentle, but it shocks you. you seethe out a moan, reaching for something to grab onto in your vicinity. There's nothing -- all you can do is cover your mouth and cry into them as two thick fingers press inside of you.

it makes you shudder, broken moans falling from your muffled lips. it takes him less than a minute to find his way around your body, using his thumb to keep your clit interested as he fondles your g-spot. fingering is one of those guilty pleasures of his -- he loves the way you feel inside, the way you shiver and heat him ten degrees. it's so hot, you're so hot.

"satoru's gonna come home and fuck you limp, i just know it."

"do-don't talk like that!"

"no?" he pouts, raising his eyebrows as he tucks a third finger alongside his two, watching how your darling face turns up in inexplicable pleasure. "you don't believe me?" he's teasing you so fucking hard, using that gorgeous ass tone of voice that tears you at the seams. he doesn't even realize the effect he has on you as he takes another photo, gasping at the results as he sends it to satoru.

you knew you'd be in a whirlwind of trouble once he gets home.

satoru comes home...

[fixated-cookies]

I got I little request for yandere shadow milk x reader This happen between pre corrupted and corrupted They was his parents the one who help him and was by his side and was never leaving everything was perfect he was happy and went it to stay like that and they to But that didn’t last long until the day of the corruption happen chaos was everywhere and screams and cryings should be heard they try to get out and found shadow milk to get out from this with out knowing what happen that was it up the saw him all different him and his friends did the chaos and when he finally noticed them he offered them to join him but they refuse and try to escape and shadow milk didn’t like that he try to stop them by his strings but it got horrible wrong he actually cut them in half and ended killing them right before he got sealed away in the tree Time goes by (now we are where pure vanilla and gingerbrave and his friends are in beast yeast) he got out from the tree and noticed a familiar sent from a small cookie that was behind pure vanilla that was when he noticed it was his dear partner who hade Resurrected into a new cookie who was different but not to him and this then he would not let him go away

I'm not sure by what you meant in the beginning anon, but I'm assuming that we take on the role of a partner to shadow milk cookie so I'll be rolling with that

CONTENT WARNING - YANDERE, MANIPULATION

I couldn't imagine just how grateful Shadow Milk Cookie will be once he realizes it's you again! At first, he doesn’t believe it. How could he? You were gone. Your death was the very thing that broke him, the tragedy that sent him spiraling into madness within that prison of his for millennial. He never meant to kill you... He just couldn't bear the thought of being without his gracious partner forever.

But now…

Here you are.

Living. Breathing. Staring at him with no recognition. It’s like a cruel, twisted joke. A punishment meant to torment him further, You don’t remember the love you gave him before everything fell apart. And that drives him mad.

His first reaction? Denial. He laughs, loud and theatrical, that familiar sharp grin plastered across his face, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. No, instead his eyes watch over you, looking for anything that gives a hint that you remember him, anything in the slightest. Sure, you may look different now, but its still you. He knows of it.

“Oh? This is new! A little game of pretend, is it? How adorable! But really now… you can drop the act.”

You cowarding behind pure vanilla doesn't help your case either. You could say it puts a bit of jealousy in the beast's heart, but that wouldn't be right...it puts wrath instead. Wrath at his own mistakes, wrath within his inconsolable isolation for thousands of years.

The second reaction? Obsession. He has to make you remember. He’s always been a master of deception, of bending the world to his will—so what’s one more little trick? If your mind refuses to recall him, then he’ll carve himself back into your dough.

You can expect him to be everywhere. He'll lurk just at the edge of your vision, dropping fragments of the past like breadcrumbs, leaving you to piece together a history you don’t understand. He wants you to realize the horrible truth that once was. he'll even affect your sleep too, to wake up in the dead of night, haunted by dreams that feel too real. And, when the memories do eventually start to creep in, when you finally recognize the way his touch lingers just a little too long, when his voice begins to stir something deep and familiar within you—he’s already waiting.

You'll find yourself in the spire

“You remember now, don’t you? The way you looked at me, the way you called my name—oh, I could just weep!” when the realization of who he is and what he’s done finally settles in your chest—he only laughs, pulling you closer, tighter, never letting go.

“This time, my love… nothing will take you from me.”

"Not even me."

[wandagcre]

Hii! How you doing?

I just read your drabble about mob!Sam reaction to reader asking for a divorce.

Could you do one were reader thinks the only way of getting away from Sam is being dead so she tries to k!lol herself and Sam finds her and she gets really scare because she might lose the love of her life, so after that she does everything to be a better wife for reader

if i break | sam carpenter 🔞

(Mob!Boss Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

You didn't know how much those four words would affect the following days for you and Sam. With your deteriorating mental state, Sam's punishment, and out of control aggressiveness, you're backed up in the corner, completely stuck.

WARNING: making out, suggestive content, groping, spanking, mild torture, conditioning, self-harm, suicide attempt Words: 2.5k Note: you can read this as a stand-alone bc it's an alternative scenario to the drive you mad series but those previous parts can give u better context! reminder to not actually put yourselves in this situation guys this is all (an unhealthy) fantasy

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One would say you shouldn't be ungrateful—a roof over your head, jewelry and clothing that could solve a block's poor demise instantly, and a food to eat on your plate is the least of your worries. There's acres of space, just for you and your wife.

Sam provides everything imaginable to your heart's desire.

Yet, you feel yourself wither each day.

You've been punished by Sam that very day, when you courageously asked her for a divorce. You felt ridiculed for a short and humerous answer of the woman whom you've loved for a while. But even that couldn't sustain the foundation you built with Sam alone.

That same night, you found yourself being spanked and manhandled by the woman.

You've overheard of her tone and voice, the calculation in her cruel words  — how it roared affirmative and certain to follow through as she planned despite the protests by some of her inner circle, sometimes including her own right hand and sister, Tara, made your wife sound as though she's detached from humanity.

You regret learning an ounce from that day. You couldn't believe how you let yourself be in this sick charade, laying down beside this woman whom you once adored.

So, when Sam came home as usual, with her loosened tie and undone earrings, the thick tension resurfaced once again.

But she deeply craved your touch much as you do.

Although you obliged, knowing where it was headed from the start, you were blinded. After all there was an undeniable spark that you knew wouldn't easily go away with Sam's affection and the skill she had to pleasure you. You straddled Sam as your thumb caressed her baby hair, her soft kneading on your ass that only grew rough and sliding over your shorts to feel it bare as her kisses became needy and almost bruising.

What you didn't know was how Sam felt you were giving in as though it was a parting gift to her. The thought riled her up to an increasing madness.

She flipped you over, hovering beneath you and pushed your head against the soft mattress. It made you yelp at the force she exuded.

"I fought so hard to have you, amor!" Sam's frustrated voice roared in the master's bedroom, tears welling up your eyes. "What makes you think I'll let you get away this time? Maybe you're not bright enough if you think I would sign divorce papers from you," she angrily spat.

You felt so small. It was beyond suffocating as Sam and the way her fingers dug in your scalp as she pressed you down while within her grasp felt nothing more but terrifying.

"I-I don't feel good. Not for a while now, Sam." You admit, words slurring in your contorted mouth.

Sam gave you a mocking grin. "And I didn't wish to be this rough on you, sweetheart. But you've left me with no choice,"

She gave you a good spanking until the flesh of your ass was tender and stinging. By the end of it, you were sniffling and in tears. Sam didn't bother putting back your underwear, it was nothing but humiliating. She swiftly carries your weight like you're featherlight, your body slung over her shoulder. Your vision is upside down and you began to wail in protest, cold sweat ran through your body.

You didn't trust how Sam was handling you — this woman that stood before you didn't hold remorse nor familiarity and warmth you knew. Sam was akin to that first night she had you handcuffed. True enough, it was history repeating itself as you found yourself dropped in a smaller bed, enough to fit one, worst was how bits of it felt like an exposed space, sealing your deal in this prison-like room.

It was dowright ridiculous.

Sam firmly held you by the wrist, against the metal headboard. The clanking was continuous, you look up through your blurry vision, tears not stopping, you're cuffed.

"We go by a reward system here, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll keep you fed. That is if — a big if — you won't lash out. All you have to say is you won't bring up a silly thing as divorce ever again." Sam patted your cheek, "Of course, you need to prove it by actions too. You're monitored. I'll be the judge of that." She motions over the camera at the corner of the room.

You wipe your nose, sniffling. "Isn't this too over the top?"

"Better vicinity, is all I'm going to say." Sam clicks her tongue, her body above you and one of her hands intimately placed on your bare stomach where your night gown slightly ridden up.

You had no phone inside, even the use of television was needed to be earned. Naturally, the almost empty space made you think a lot. It was few hours before you were freed from the cuffs.

It brought more realization that you were being isolated, completely tucked away from the existing relationships you've built with your friends. It happened slow and deliberate, that you found yourself hopeless to Sam's doings. Maybe she was even behind the unjustified killings from years ago, at your little town. Hell, maybe you were in denial all these time that Sam conjured on eliminating your mother figure from work, too.

You wouldn't be surprised anymore but the thought makes you retch.

The first few days was tough. You cried until you became exhausted. Soon it was futile and useless. You tried protesting by not eating at all, wondering what starvation will bring, only to be intervened by Sam herself. She kept you fed and bathed you, that you felt disgusted. Sam wasn't worthy to see your vulnerable state.

Sometimes, you rebelled against the trained women she sent in — at times where Sam couldn't make an exception to personally accommodate you. They let you angrily punch them, never fighting back, which made you smaller and invisible. These trained guards were obligated to report to Sam and so your punishment was still made.

You even tried memorizing the room. Attempting to knock at the walls to see if it had a weak spot, scanning as much as you can. Albeit, the windows itself were also useless. You should have known better that Sam would kept it close and bulletproof.

The depravation soon kicked in. You're conditioned at the reward she gave you that even a simple few hours of watching television made you a little bit at ease. Anything that came from outside world, you soaked it up. Nonetheless, you were treated like a pet.

But it didn't change your state, life still being sucked out of your very body.

One night, Sam was scrubbing your back clean as you sat at the bathtub. It was filled with silence, with occasional comments from Sam from the outside. She acted like everything was normal.

"Why are you doing this?" Was all you could say. You were tired.

The silence covered you two until you were in your towel, ready to dry off.

"This," Her index finger was in the middle of your chest. "Does not only beat for you, but a part of me as well." Sam continued, her voice tenuous and low. "You didn't know how your existence motivated me to survive that hell hole that my father sent me into. I need you back. I need my wife back. Isn't that all enough?"

"But what part of me do you need? Should I be stuck in that submissive and clueless, attending to your needs? Or did you want the girl that you left all those years?" You bravely confronted Sam, who was taken aback at your words.

At the end, you wouldn't take it all back. You wanted her to know—to fully simmer those thoughts.

You wanted to feel something and to end it all at the same time.

Sam had overlooked and underestimated your creativity. The cheap toilet was one of the things that was left unfinished for this spare room and it only took you to carry out its heavy lid, smashing the ceramic cover in pieces.

All you registered was the sharp piece against your soft skin, your knees that trembled and thudded against the hard floor. You feel your consciousness slipping, the fluttering of your eyes slow and uncontrable. Hopefully, to no return, you thought.

It was a blur, dreamless state. You were at peace for a while.

Though you had a small inkling that it won't last for long, you feel your mind waking up to consciousness. Your ears register the beeping of the electrocardiogram served as a white noise and your breathing sounded like it was contained. Opening your eyes, you see that you're tubed and one of your arms were infused with IV. You feel a gentle hold, on your unharmed forearm by Sam herself. She looked out of place, wearing your favorite cardigan as she slept soundly beside you.

When you moved and groaned, it stirred Sam to consciousness as well. You feel the fear brewing but it long vanished when your wife looked nothing but in complete distraught with tears spilling from her exhausted brown eyes — unlike you've ever seen before — temporarily stripped away from her cruelty and madness.

She held tighter on your forearm, but it was out of desperation and concern more than anything.

"You asked me and I never answered that day," Sam continued to sob. You see her physically restraining to hold all of you that it started to pain you. "I can't—I can never imagine being that stupid again. It could have been my last words and you suffered enough from me,"

"Sam... I could have asked better—" You protest as clarity hit you, but Sam's quivering lips halted you.

Your wife strongly shook her head in disagreement. "Nonsense. Let me finish, please. It was entirely my fault and mine alone for putting you in this situation and I never made myself much of safe space for you. But all I needed was everything you can offer. All of you, mi amor. I don't care if it was the girl I left, the one who changed, all I know is that I cannot do this life without you," She moves to bring your palm over her cheek. You feel Sam's fraught, her need to feel that you are tangible and beside her.

For a moment your anger and frustration with her had faded. It was a day full of crying, nonetheless.

Recovery was surprisingly better than you expected with Sam's improved presence around you. She was downright attentive to your needs, more than ever before. You need to pee? Sam was right by the door. You wanted to read or watch a movie? Sam could not care any less, she'll do work beside you, too. Most of the time, your wife would watch them with you, surprisingly even if she hates the genre. Were you craving for a specific food? Sam will go and get it for you.

You even joked that you wanted a foot massage but Sam took it seriously, immediately went to give you one.

"You know I'm not pregnant right?" You humorously told her. The way her head spun to your direction, flustered, had you uncontrollably smile.

Sam was taken aback. "W-What?"

"Don't you have work to do, whatever it is?"

"No. I can do them remotely, it's always been a flexible thing." I have my priorities sorted out much better now." Sam casually says. You've never seen her this carefree and it hit a pang of warmth and familiarity more than ever.

You nodded slowly. "Alright. But, can you stop acting like I'm fragile? I don't... I haven't thought of doing anything since then." The playfulness quickly faded from you.

You looked away and cannot help but glance over the healing wound on your forearm. You busied yourself with the film playing on screen. Sam opens her hand that was adjacent to your side, you don't fight the invitation and instead you make the move to hold it.

"I know you're not, mi amor. It's not that, it's just—" Sam sighed, though her eyes never left yours. "I don't want to spend remaining of my time with you by fighting or making you suffer ever again, even by the slightest just because I am greedy when it comes to you, amor. I want to make better memories, whether you choose to stay or not."

You don't reply and Sam was unchanging. All you knew is how it lifted a great weight on your shoulder.

You've never returned to the room where she kept you nor passed by the area. Interestingly enough, it was under construction again.

Days later, Sam remained at home. She didn't fail with the flowers and her gifts increasingly became thoughtful. It was between a new book of the genre you wanted, it could've been a trip to a place you mentioned. The most surprising so far was her first attempt of doing a crochet tulips for you.

It was a better sense of direction for the two of you. Sure you had needs, and the sexual tension and libido may have kicked in, but it felt like you were in a courting phase. It annoyed you sometimes, how your wife pranced in almost nothing and you were just to stare.

Though if you asked, Sam wouldn't hesitate to tell you—whether it was work, or something personal you've always been too shy or afraid to do so from the past. If you asked to burn the world, Sam would've handed you the gas and the lighter.

That's why you were taken aback during a particular rainy day, you perked up at the sound of the door and saw Sam who came back with nervous smile on her face and a new material on her other hand. She handed you a manila envelope and followed you as you took it and sat on one of the chairs at the dining area.

You curiously took it and opened it, your throat quickly dried, loss at words as you saw that it was the divorce papers you've been asking for. It made you suddenly stand up straight.

"It's only a choice up to you now. No dirty games from me, I swear on it." Sam made a sign of oath. You looked at her with the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "If you want, I can send you best of my men, back to your town for extra measure. Not to update me! Just because, well, you've been associated to me for quite some time." She rubbed her neck in what appears to be out of shame.

You incredulously looked at Sam's face. To be back from the life you have been taken away from, to reunite with people that you've missed... but it also meant being away from Sam and to no longer call her your wife—it felt sickening. You were coming around to closely forgiving her, to giving her another chance as she proved herself better than before. You doubt that this woman can actually hurt you again, after all.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you courageously grabbed Sam by the collar of her shirt. "Fuck you, Sam Loomis. Don't mess around like this."

"I'm not complaining, but I don't understand..." Sam murmured as you pushed the double door, leading her to the bed.

You two ended up catching on much needed passionate touches and sinful nights you've deeply missed with the woman. Your soul was ignited with each kiss Sam has left your neck, every touch had set you on fire. Funnily enough, the roles were reversed. You cannot be parted away from her, your arm slung and secure over her nape. What moved you the most was her kissing away the now-scarring form on your forearm.

The divorce papers? Somewhere lying on the floor, completely forgotten.

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[hibiscuswrites]

Not sure if you allow this but I love your Crybaby series on your other blog and was wondering if you could do a Ghost and Price HC for how they react to crybaby!reader trying to make them sleep in the guest room because she's mad at them for missing another date

**As an overly sensitive cry baby Pisces I love doing these so it's absolutely allowed 💕 Also be gentle I've only written for them twice now 🥺**

He's not happy

He already feels like shit

Seeing the puffiness of your eyes when he walks through the door 4 hours late and finds you sitting on the couch watching TV all by yourself

He'll sigh and come up to you, reaching down to grab your chin

And feel a pang when you shift your face just out of his reach

"Don't touch me, please."

The raspiness of your voice that comes with a long cry plus those words hurt just the same as any blade or bullet he's taken

He'll stand there silently for a beat, trying to figure out what to do next

Because all he wants is to gather you into his arms and apologize

But not touching you?

It's cruel and unusual punishment, that he unfortunately deserves

He'll keep his hands to himself per your request, but that doesn't mean that they don't itch at his sides as he keeps them balled into fists to refrain from ignoring your wishes

He'll apologize, telling you that he's sorry

That he tried so hard to get home on time

That Price even tried to speed things up

But that time got away from him

And he'll make it up to you

But you've grown tired of what feels like another empty promise

And with a sniffle you wipe away another tear, getting up from the couch and making your way to the bedroom

"I'm going to bed."

He'd be hot on your heels, ready to get undressed and shower quickly to then hop in beside you and cuddle you close once you fall asleep

But your hand on his chest stops him

"Alone. I set the guest room up for you already."

His brain would short-circuit

Alone??

Half of him would want to give you the privacy you're asking for

But the other half says no chance in hell is he letting you sleep alone so you can cry yourself to sleep over him

"Come on, love. Don't be like that. I'll stay on my side, yeah? Won't even know I'm there."

And against his better judgment, he'd reach out and place his hand on your side, thumb rubbing soothing circles

He'd see your resolve crumbling and wiggle his way in, both hands on you now as he tugs you into him

"Let me put you to bed. Show ya how sorry I am."

He'd wince as he walked in the front door to find everything off

TV, lights, everything

You'd even turned off the little light above the stove that you usually left on for him to get around without tripping

Not even that was on

And he knew he was in for it

You'd planned this date out for weeks

Even sent him a selfie once you were all done getting ready

And he'd never even gotten the chance to see it until he got in the car, hours after the fact

He knew he would have to do some serious groveling once he got in bed with you, and he was fine with that

Nothing his mouth couldn't fix

So his surprise was endless when he grabbed the door handle to the bedroom and found it locked

"Sweetheart?"

Your lack of a response would make him knock gently as he rested his forehead against the door

Surely you locked it because you were afraid to be home alone with an unlocked door

So your sharp voice coming through the door would startle him

"Go away. You can sleep in the guest room since you don't like to spend time with me."

He'd stare at the door for a handful of seconds before chuckling, positive that you were only being a brat

"Come on, my love. Enough of this now. Open up so we can talk."

And he'd genuinely expect you too

Never once had you ever asked him to sleep in the guest room

But apparently, he had missed one date too many

"I'll talk to you tomorrow. Leave me alone and let me sleep."

He'd jiggle the doorknob a few times and then it'd be silence

And you'd figure he finally went to lie down in the spare room

Only for the knob to jiggle again, the sound of metal scrapping, and then the door to open, some gadget in his hand as he stepped into the room

A sheepish grin on his lips

"Not sleepin' anywhere other than right next to my baby."

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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 || 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

╰┈➤ ❝You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching.❞

PART TWO HERE!

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈!

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who is the epitome of patience, despite the aching tension in his muscles, remains characteristically calm in the current state of things, fingers drumming patiently against his thigh in hopes that by some miracle, you'd stop with your naïve little delusions.

It is unbecoming of him to indulge within the familiar presence envy brings along, and though he had once believed himself incapable of feeling an emotion as diabolical as jealousy, watching you flaunt and parade about in that flimsy little dress awakens something primal within him.

He cannot blame the lustrous gazes that are pinned against your swaying body, and though it fills him with pride to know that you were his and his alone, the beast within him did not subside into the darkened depths he had buried it within.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who is quick to appear by your side with an expression you cannot quite place, surprise evident in the way you peer up at him—this reaction is expected, as you were not aware of his presence, believing him to be on a mission somewhere on the outskirts of Japan, dealing with a high level curse. "Darling," you beam at him with so much love it almost blinds him, arms wrapping around his waist, smushing your face into his chest with a gleeful cry, "—I have missed you so much. You should have told me you were coming home."

A fucking pout forms on your face and his resolve shatters, glancing at the insignificant pest that lingers behind you, "I did, had you bothered to read the countless messages I have sent you."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who watches in barely restrained amusement as you sputter and reach for your purse, fingers searching mindlessly through the cluttered mess before finally finding your phone, face twisting into something that sends the beast within him roaring, "Oh."

You smile innocently at him, waving a hand at the no-name bastard sitting behind you, "Nanami, this Takada Yamada, a friend of mine from college. Takada," Nanami grunts down the growl rumbling from his chest as you turn to face the now known Takada, "—this is my fiancé, Nanami Kento."

A firm handshake later and Takada takes his leave with a mumbled goodbye and a pained expression crossing his face, stumbling into a few people here and there in his haste to escape the wrath that radiated within Nanami.

"That wasn't very nice, Nami."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who grunts in response, glancing around the dimly lit establishment before returning his gaze towards you, "It would appear that I have ruined your night, love. I will let you indulge in one more and then it is time to go home."

You are not happy with the sudden turn of events, opting to click your tongue against your teeth, twirling around before strutting towards the bar. He has the right mind to drag you back, yet he knows you need to loosen up—especially for what he has planned for you.

You, who had entered his life without much regard of your own, worming yourself deeper and deeper into his life with a mission in mind. Kind and loving, accepting and strong willed, Nanami Kento couldn't help but curse the stubbornness that came along with it, michievous and cunning when you did not get what you wanted.

He considered himself a patient man, a firm believer that actions spoke louder than words, and though he did not believe himself to be cruel, perhaps putting you in your place was a punishment well worth on it's way.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who offers no warning as a firm hand wraps around the back of your neck, cock hardening as a surprised moan slips past your lips, pulling you back with a grunt of displeasure, head lowering as he whispers, "You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching. I said it's time to go home," hotly in your ear.

Releasing his hold unto you, Nanami shifts as he slams a few crumbled bills on the counter, keeping a firm hold on your upperarm, "I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home." It isn't that your little friend, nor those who had ventured to close to you for his liking, had touched you without any ulterior motives on their mind, rather than it appeared friendly in nature, had jealousy rearing its ugly head, for it was an instinctive sensation that urged him to throw caution to the wind and fuck you senseless.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who is silent as he ushers you towards the rental, a sleek black Mercedes C63 AMG with nothing but a reassuring, yet firm hand, "I don't want to fucking hear it." He has no intention of hearing your feeble apologies, having defied him already once tonight. His patience is running thin, yet a gentleman he remains as he opens the passenger side of the car, forgoing to strap you in.

His thick member strains against his trousers, hands raising and fingers fumbling, loosening his necktie in hopes to appease the burning inferno roaring within him, grunting as he eases into the driver's seat, all too aware of your wide eyes watching his every move.

He turns towards you, making quick work of the buckle of his belt, "Safe word, now!" He respects your dignity too much, he loves you too much, yet even now he knows that you are aware not to push him beyond his breaking point, eyes blown wide with barely restrained lust.

"Yellow."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who gives you no warning, barely able to start the car before grabbing a fist full of your hair, semi-hard cock freed from its confinement, "Put that fucking mouth to better use," and then he shoves you down on his length without remorse, moaning as you instantly hollow your cheeks, breathing through your nose as you set the pace, your own moans of pleasure drowning into the sweet pur of the car's engine.

He hardens further into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips, euphoria coursing through his veins, "Fucking little whore," he is well aware of what his voice does to you, revelling in the way your body trembles in wanton desire, "—gonna fucking tie you up and fuck you raw. Fill you up until all you can taste and feel is me."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who threads his fingers through your hear, fucking into your mouth with a growl, urging himself not to glance down and watch you swallow him whole, "Fuck," pedal to the medal and the powerful V8 turbo kicks in, sending his cock further down your mouth, throat constricting in a way that sends him absolutely fucking insane, "—is there anything you can’t do with that tongue of yours?"

You mumble something incoherent, yet as the complex in which you both live looms ever closer, Nanami pulls your delicious mouth off his throbbing member and turns you to face him, "I'm not done with you yet."

God have mercy on your soul.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎?! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄.

[raileurta]

Well this post got me thinking about how the humans would react to Raf's death. It also would not be pretty to say the least.

⚠️ Trigger warnings in the tags ⚠️

Both Fowler and June are devastated at the loss. He was just a kid involved in war he shouldn't have been anywhere near. I bet for the longest time they would blame the Autobots for the loss and resent them for it. They would also become extremely overprotective of the other kids. Especially June who was already protective. This whole thing made her lose complete trust in Arcree's ability to protect Jack. (The femme bot doesn't blame her for it) She would try to keep Jack away from the base for any excuse. Logically she knows he is technically safer there but her heart is too scared of being away from her kid. Fowler also can't help but agree with her. He is much more aware and strict about the kids now too. He was even tempted to sorta kidnap them and send them to a secret base in Washington or something. For now he is going to have the kids being monitored 24/7.

Jack is depressed as hell to say the least. He blames himself for not being able to protect Raf. He was the one "meant" to stop their trio from being hurt and he failed. It cycles through his mind constantly on what he could have done to prevent this, how he could have been better, why wasn't he better?

Jack visits Raf's family a lot and tries to help them any way he can. He feels like he has to atone for his failure in some way. Then when that doesn't work to help free himself of the guilt he would resort to "punishing himself." I'm pretty sure you can figure out what that entails..... 🔪

Jack also is much more aggressive about preventing Miko's reckless behavior. He will tackle, and even restrain her to prevent her from potentially getting herself hurt. They have many arguments now and aren't really on speaking terms. He will text her a lot though just to see if she's alive, Miko will always respond no matter what.

Miko at first just went into shock. Her mind went into a complete shutdown. For two days she barely spoke, ate, or just did much of anything; once the shock wore off though she exploded. She ripped off the posters off her walls, broke everything in sight, screamed, cursed out the world, and even smashed her hand through her mirror. Once the adrenaline wore off she clutched her bleeding hand and sobbed. She doesn't know how long she sat there crying but by the time she was done her hand had stopped bleeding and she was covered in dried blood.

Miko stared at her arm the glass embedded in the skin, and felt nothing but seething hatred for Megatron. It wasn't the kind of usual fiery animosity she held towards the man but a freezing loathsome whirlwind that had frozen itself across her entire body. This wasn't some superhero show anymore, where the hero would defeat the villain in a spectacular explosion of power but a cruel war that was going to end with the excruciating death of Megatron.

She planned, rewrote her plans, researched, planned again and did more research. For one of the only times in her life Miko didn't rush into something. Megatron was going to die and there couldn't be any way he would survive or somehow come back from death again. Miko had to make sure it was perfect, Raf deserved it she almost religiously thought. Early into her plans Miko recruited Bumblebee into helping her. The scout hated Megatron just as much as she did. Bee told Miko everything he knew about how Cybertronians could be hurt and the ways to do it. The autobots always feared transformers tech landing in human hands and they had a great reason to do so. Humans had remarkable twisted minds that could think of things that would disturb even some of the most callous of bots.

Miko is no different, especially when she is motivated by pure unfiltered hatred. It took many sleepless nights and three months of preparation but they finally had everything ready. They just had to wait for the right opportunity. By this point bumblebee's anger has calmed down slightly and he was now starting to doubt if they should really do this. The consequences could be disastrous.

You see Miko had realized scraplets or the rust plague couldn't really hurt her so she could easily use them to defeat Megatron. So she has been breeding scraplets, training them, and trying to selectively breed them so they would be able to resist the plague. Miko had the scraplets micro dosed with black energon so they would crave the stuff and be more powerful. Bumblebee would obtain metal for them to eat and he tried to make sure the other autobots weren't catching on. Once they could get on the nemesis Miko would command the scraplets to infect as many bots as possible. They had made around 100,000 of these suped up mega disease scraplets so there's basically no way anyone is escaping uninfected. They were basically sentencing every decepticon to death.

Bee questions whether Raf would want this and Miko just replies,

"It's not about whether he would want this or not but what Megatron deserves and he deserves to die. If I have to kill every decepticon to do it? So be it. I don't care what happens to them, every bot on that ship is a horrible person. "

He reluctantly agrees with the reasoning and continues with the plan.

After the ship would go down a infected wounded Megatron escapes the scraplets his priority would try and cure himself. When he tries to make it he's in for a horrible surprise; while they were preparing the scraplets they had also set out to purposely destroy ingredients essential to the cure (They of course made a lot of vaccines themselves) Any place he might look for the ingredients he would just find a data pad stating,

//Start message

"Hello Megatron, you may not remember me but I do. My name is Miko nakadai, and I was a friend of Raf, the human charge of bumblebee that you mercilessly had killed. He was just an innocent child but you didn't care, why would you? You're the powerful evil overlord of the decepticons, the bot who strikes fear to every Cybertronian who knows of you. Humans are nothing but organic trash that would be crushed under your foot. That's not going to be the case anymore. You're going to care, you're going to see what you have done, and you will regret having ever laying a figure on Raf. You shouldn't have messed with humans and you especially should have not messed with my friend.

If you don't want to die from the rust come to the coordinates X"00'X0.x" alone and we will provide you a cure. Also don't even think about contacting the other Autobots or you can kiss that vaccine goodbye."

//End message

Megatron then would come to meet Miko and Bumblebee. They would talk/integrate Megatron about Raf. Then Miko would pull out the apex armor, activate it and fight Megatron with Bee. If all goes well they kill him (maybe torture him a bit before that) and drop his remains on Raf's grave.

When they do get a hit on the Nemesis location they slightly panic and rush to get things in order. When they are ready the ground bridge opens and as they are about to leave they hear Ratchet say,

"I should stop you shouldn't I?"

The old bot is standing behind them looking at the ground bridge location pinned in on the nemesis. Miko and Bumblebee don't know what to do for a second before Ratchet's words register in their minds.

Should? They think.

Ratchet monologues for a bit about how stupid, dangerous, this is and how he should stop them from doing it. But..... he opens his servo to look down at Raf's broken glasses. He just can't. Ratchet looks at them tears streaming down his face. The same look of pure hatred in his eyes and demands to be there to help kill Megatron. Miko and Bumblebee look at him, they both just simply nod.

Nobody had said a word about it but they all knew no matter what happens Megatron has to die. Even if that means destroying themselves in the process.

They enter the ground bridge together.

Wow that sorta mini fic came out of nowhere. I'll leave it up to your imaginations on what happens next. Thank you @lets-try-some-writing for the inspiration.

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[tiri5459]

Think I'll make something for dreadrook week. So here's Fade Conversations prompt @thelighthouse-server, or Rook is forced into Fade every time they go to sleep. Rook is gn!Shadow Dragon.

Rook watches as Templars lead the smuggler away. It's not the end they've hoped for, but it’s something; the Shadow Dragons can take it from here. Lace and Rook stand at the entrance where Templars have lifted the metal gates, waiting for Neve. 

“The rain is getting heavy. Think your fellow Shadows will be kind enough to offer us a shelter?” Lace asks as another Templar passes by; he was one of the Shadow Dragons, Rook remembers meeting him once.

They turn their attention to the dwarf, shaking their head. “Wouldn't bet on it. But we have a few coins. I'm sure Neve can find us some cheap inn with no Venatori around,” Rook says, stretching their hands above their head; the past two days were draining, filled with chasing, fighting, and Darkspawn. Tomorrow will be no different, but Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain must be stopped. Rook stifles down the yawn.  “And, hopefully, they’ll have free rooms there. Don't know about you, but I'm too tired to head back to the Lighthouse.” 

“The Shadows will take it from here. Our job’s done…” Neve says as she reaches the two of them. Moments ago she was filling a Shadow Dragon in on the case; he often offered the Shadows information straight from the Templars and kept an eye on Venatori agents who used their status and money to avoid punishment. Neve knows Shadows will soon find out what happened here, but she still plans to tell them everything directly. She also makes a note to get in touch with her contact in Threads. In all her years as a detective, Neve would never expect them of all people to deal with Ventori and red lyrium. The plan is already forming in her head. “... for now.”

“For now? You already have a plan?” Rook looks at Neve with a glint in their eyes; they like what she’s hinting at: there’s no room for Venatori and red lyrium in their city.

“I always have one and a few backups.” Neve looks at Rook with a sly grin; she will certainly let them know about her progress. But that’s for later, right now they have more pressing matters to attend to. 

Rook returned the grin before heading back to the city. “So, think you could find us some place to stay?”

“And with good food,” adds Lace, her stomach moments away from eating itself. The Lighthouse had little food when they arrived there, and the only person whose cooking skills weren't regarded by others as a murder attempt was Bellara. So, naturally, they had a proper meal only when they just came to Minrathous, and it was hours ago.

“I'll talk to Viper. He'll find something for us. And tomorrow we can discuss everything with him.” After tracking down the relic, they all deserve a good rest, and with the sun setting behind the clouds, it’s getting progressively late to discuss work with someone who isn’t as work-driven as her. 

“You think he'll agree? The Ventori are still up for my blood.” Rook knows the Viper won’t be cruel enough to throw them out on the streets, but they don’t want any more problems for Shadows.

“Viper will understand.” Neve takes the lead, heading back to the Shadow Dragons’ safehouse.

When the sun set, they were already in one of the Shadow Dragons’ safehouses. After a late supper, Neve and Lace had settled in their rooms, and Rook stayed in the main area; they were glad to be back to the place they called home. Ultimately Rook goes to their room; it isn't big, but it has a bed, and they don't care about anything else. The exhaustion is already catching up with them, so they waste no time getting in bed. As the last bits of energy leave their body, Rook finally falls asleep. The moment they open their eyes, they are met with two purple eyes staring back at them.

“Solas,” Rook says matter-of-factly, recounting every single event that led them here.

“Rook.” Solas has the same smug grin on his face he had when they talked last time. Rook hated it the first time, and they hate it now. They don’t like how self-satisfied he is, and they don’t like how it makes him look so captivating.

“And you're going to be here every time I fall asleep?” Rook looks him right in the eyes, like their life depends on it. Because if they turned away and then looked back at him, their eyes would inevitably land on his lips, on that stupid charming smirk of his.

“If the Veil is thin enough for you to enter the Fade without any complications,” Solas clarifies. He's not particularly pleased that his connection with Rook will pull them into the prison every time the Veil is thin enough, but it's necessary; he can bear with it.

“So what you say is I should move to Treviso,” Rook says, already considering in their head all the places where the Veil is thinner than in Minrathous or Arlathan Forest, and their alternatives are few. And Treviso of all places seemed like a good place to stay, if you forget that it’s filled with qunari, and that they’ll have to live with assassins, but at least no chances of seeing Solas in their dreams.

“I didn't suggest you do that. Though it would surely save me from your company,” Solas taunts, understanding it's not possible for them to stay in Treviso all the time. Rook is tied to him now, and with Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan around, they have no way but to travel from the Lighthouse, gathering allies and escaping the grasp of their enemies there. This way he can ensure that everything goes according to plan, that Rook won’t fall into the ‘gods’ trap or do something stupid; he can’t allow another one of his plans to go wrong.

“You mean your only company.” Despite his claim, something tells them like he doesn’t really want them to leave. Maybe it’s the eye contact they keep, maybe it’s his intonation, or maybe that he chose to engage in conversation. Rook isn’t sure if what they see is all this prison is, but they have a feeling it’s much bigger than two islands, so he’s here willingly. 

Solas says nothing, scrutinizing Rook; his expression is finally relaxed, but his hands are still clasped behind his back. They aren’t far from the truth; beside the two of them, there’s no soul or spirit around, but he'd never admit it. He doesn’t want to spend more time in the prison than necessary, so it’s only natural that he would come out to Rook.

“I suppose you have started gathering allies for your fight with Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain,” Solas inquires after a moment of contemplation. Solas knows he can’t ask them this question every time they get in the Fade, but right now nothing comes to mind; he’ll think of other ways to turn the conversation away from discussing his feelings, just not this time.

“Dealt with a smuggler in Minrathous, who tried to deliver red lyrium to Venatori. Tomorrow, we ask the Shadow Dragons to help us.” Rook keeps the details to a minimum; they have no desire to indulge in a conversation with Solas. Or at least to indulge more than they've already had. Otherwise they’ll either end up as another victim of his lies or get too attached to him, and Rook’s not sure which one of those is worse.

Solas feels that Rook avoids telling him the whole story, but that’s to be expected with his reputation. “I see.” A corner of his mouth quirks as he continues. “I hope they're reliable.” Solas was sure they would come first to the Shadow Dragons; his agents told him about Rook's close connections with Shadows. At least here Rook couldn't surprise him. But how reliable they would be remains to be seen.

“They surely are, compared to some,” Rook couldn't help but taunt him in return. They have no doubts about Shadows; Solas, on the other hand, can and will betray them.

“Of course, I'm a god of treachery, after all.” Solas remains composed; Rook's attitude, no matter how impudent it is, seems like a breath of fresh air to him. The men who worked under him showed nothing but reverence and admiration. They would do anything he’d ask of them, making him miss Dorian and Vivienne, even Sera. Back in the Inquisition, he’d never believed he would wish to be in their company, but there he was. They never held back to say in his face what they thought about him or his words. Just like Felassan back in the day… Just like him once…

“Maybe it's about time someone added pettiness to the list. Fen'harel, elven god of lies, treachery, rebellion, and pettiness.” Solas still couldn't let go of that one remark they made when they first met. Nor would Rook let him forget all he said and did. They're worth each other in a sense, but that still won’t stop Rook from jesting; nothing could.

“And sarcasm.” Rook stares menacingly at Solas, who seems satisfied with their reaction. His eyes dart up and down them as everything goes hazy, and their mind slowly returns back to the waking world.

“We'll continue this conversation later.” Solas says before Rook disappears, turning away from them to avoid looking at the statue that will be conjured by the Prison in their place. He has to take down the Veil, to right his wrongs, to make sure all those he killed to achieve that died for a cause. He doesn’t want to harm Rook; if anything he’d like to know them better, but they wouldn’t understand his cause, not that it’s going to stop him from trying. 

Rook wakes up to another eventful day, a day they try to prolong for as long as they can. But despite their effort, they find themselves back in the Fade.

“Avoiding me now?” Solas is as smug as always. “Or you've decided to be productive?”

Rook groans, thinking to themselves that they need to buy coffee next time they're in Treviso; maybe it’ll help them stay awake for longer.

“Maybe you'd rather stumble into a trap than face me?” Rook sighs as he continues mocking them. They know they can't stay awake all the time, but seeing Solas every time they fall asleep doesn't exactly seem like a good perspective. Rook looks around the Fade Prison, seeing nothing but void on the left, on the right, and surely behind them too, and that leaves only Solas as a source of any entertainment.

“What's going to happen if I fall?” Rook inquires in an attempt to strike up a conversation, looking down into the void between the two of them. Their conversations rarely go without someone trying to taunt or mock the other, but Rook may as well try to be decent.

“Nothing that would harm you. But you may spend the rest of your dream falling endlessly. But that's still better than my company, I assume,” Solas goads Rook, their attempt to avoid rest could endanger his plan, and he doesn't want to lose his only way out. And the only company he has here. Eventually he decides to warn them. “Though I would not suggest falling down there in the flesh.”

“And what would happen if I did?” Rook tilts their head, ignoring the taunting. Bellara had no idea what would happen, but Solas may.

“Spirits usually return such inattentive souls back to a more stable area.” Solas never heard or ever witnessed someone fall and disappear into the Void, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. And remembering his days in the Inquisition, knowing what Inquisitor could do, he better make sure Rook doesn't have urges to try this out. “Usually.”

“Great. I'll keep that in mind,” says Rook with little enthusiasm. They’ll have to warn the rest of the team about that when they wake up. “So there's reaaaly no way to avoid getting dragged here?” 

“None I know about.” Solas doesn’t try to hide the glimmer of amusement in his eyes from seeing how much Rook wants to avoid seeing him every night. He's stuck here with the voices of all those he has killed for his goals and Rook as the only living company. Even if he knew of a way to accomplish that, he wouldn't tell them; he won't be left alone.

“And what if I'm drunk? Would I appear here drunk too?” Rook decides to question him; they need to understand how careful they should be. Varric did refer to Solas as Fade expert back when they traveled together, so he must be able to answer them.

“Most certainly,” he nods. 

“And if I fell asleep naked?” Rook remembers that the last several times they've appeared here in what they wore before falling asleep, but they had to make sure.

“I'm sure you already know the answer.” The idea of Rook showing up like that did come up to him while they were in the waking world, and despite himself, it intrigued him, and so the gap between them remains. Rook’s eyes lock with his; Solas sees the thoughtfulness clear on their face, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t understand what’s on their mind. The thoughts raced in their head, and for a brief moment the idea of showing up like that arose. 

“And what if I will?” Rook tilts their head, their voice laced with challenge. They had no idea why such an idea would occur in their head, but Solas looks all too smug about that for him to be disgusted by it. Rook would go even as far as to say that he entertained this possibility.

“Excuse me?” Solas looked at Rook wide-eyed; deep down he didn’t mind it, but seeing Rook looking back at him with their lips turned up made him push the thought aside and compose himself. “You would see little reaction, if you would even see me.”

It didn’t convince Rook, so they’ll surely get back to that idea later. “We can discuss your hair if this topic causes certain reactions in you.” If Rook is to be trapped here with him, then they can at least have some fun of their own.

Solas clenches his fists behind his back, but he doesn’t let Rook have the upper hand; he’l deal with their insolence later. “My hair?” He raises his eyebrow, suspecting where the conversation would go.

“I once saw magister Pavus in the safehouse, and he had the same hairstyle.” Solas looks at Rook with surprise yet again. The conversation will certainly be entertaining if they will be able to keep it civil.

[konigsblog]

RUINED — in which your lieutenant teaches you a valuable lesson.

simon ghost riley x afab!reader

warnings: feminine terms, female anatomy, degrading and humilating, corruption, mean dom!ghost, choking and slapping.

synopsis/summary: you and ghost don't seem to have the best relationship. always groaning when put on a mission together. this time, you took it too far with your backtalk towards you lieutenant, leading to your very harsh, cruel punishment.

a/n: i don't post fics often, but if this does well i'll think about posting them occasionally whilst doing my drabbles and blurbs, of course. reblogs and comments appreciated.

to say you and ghost got along was a lie. you envied eachother, glared at eachother from afar and talked behind eachother's back. your captain knew this. he knew you two didn't get along, deciding to team you up for a duo mission in the hopes you'd get along.

oh, how wrong he was.

not only did you two not get along, ghost had been shot in the shoulder and arm twice, leading to you having to call medic and help him in the meantime. the enemies took their opportunity and fled, knowing they wouldn't get away with a successful mission either. your goal was to eliminate all of hassan's men, which was now turning into a failed mission, and hearing ghost scoff and blame you didn't make it any better

“if you'd done your job correctly, you wouldn't have been shot. be glad i even bothered to help your ass.” you practically growled out, pushing yourself forward and infront of price who held you back. disappointment hung heavy in the air, and the tension was thick between you two. “it's no one's fault. we'll send you out once you're better. rest, simon.”

you rolled your eyes before turning your heel, walking off to your barracks where you would rest grumpily, seething at the thought of him blaming you for causing a failure.

a hand shuffling your body awakened you. you rubbed your eyes and attempted to see through your sleepy haze, seeing simon stand above you, his arm covered in gauze, standing shirtless above you. “simon?” he continued to stare at you. “you need to be taught a fuckin' lesson.” his tone harsh and strict, stern and demanding as he gripped the blanket beside your head.

“wha—?” you were only cut off by his calloused hand placed and wrapped around your neck. you squirmed, scratching and attempting to pull at his wrist, his eyes narrowing in on you as he caged you beneath him. “say you're sorry, doll.” you wouldn't, it wasn't your fault, and you wouldn't take blame for anything caused due to his stupidity. “let go—!”

his hand collided with your cheek. it wasn't too harsh, he could do better, it almost seemed he was saving any anger or energy for something else. you rubbed your cheek and sat up slightly, struggling underneath his bodyweight. “i didn't do anything, why would i say sorry?” simon tilted his head and smirked almost sarcastically, tightening his grip on the blanket. “you should've shot the enemies, obviously. get tha' through your thick skull.”

you bit your lip to supress your anger, he chuckled seeing the effect he had on you and your built up rage for him. “don't be oblivious, simon. you know that wasn't my fault, if anyone's; it's yours.” his thigh managed to work it's way between yours, you squeezed around him when he pushed your head against the bedframe, a loud thud while he kept his hand tightened around your neck. “who's fault, love?”

his accent deepened when he spoke, and you found yourself grinding down against his knee. he was wearing grey shorts, his skin against your barely covered pussy made you wince and shudder, almost whining when he rubbed it continuously against the thin material covering you and giving you some decency. “the military isn't made for anyone like you, not for people who can't admit their fault.” you managed between gasps, before he slapped you harshly, this time making your jaw drop.

simon glared at you with a tone that could make any recruit drop their arms to their sides and nod obediently. you, on the other hand, wanted nothing but to listen to him. but, as he continued to apply more pressure, almost begging to hear you squeal, you found yourself with tears welling in your eyes. “simon, please—”

as he continued to grind his thigh against your cunt, you became wetter. you felt something inside your stomach turn and how hard he was holding you by your neck made you dizzy and hazy. “'m sorry, simon.” you whimpered finally. you'd rather admit fault rather than die by his touch. “mm', not sure if i can accept it, sweetheart. give me something, something in return for that bratty attitude.” a smirk grew on his face as he let go, trailing his hand down to your chest where he squeezed your breast.

you moaned unexpectedly, arousal pooling at your wet sex, his thigh beginning to get soaked as your juices seeped through your panties. in the dark, you could make out his eyes,, the bedsheets moving as he moved your body down to rest your head on the pillow. his forehead pressed against yours, letting go and tilting his head as he kissed you sloppily. his lips attaching to yours and your tongue interwined, grinding against eachother through your desperation.

he made you feel vulnerable. and to him, you seemed so inexperienced in the military. how you freaked out and rushed over to him when he was shot, anyone else would react calmly. but you seemed like you were worried, like you'd never seen this before. “so whiney, yeah?” simon's voice deepened again as he leaned back in, growling between kisses. “mmf', simon...”

he was being unfair, he knew you were getting off at this; how weak and small he made you feel under his grasp, feeling guilty for kissing your superior, and upset for admitting you actually apologised despite how you said you wouldn't. “up. now.” he practically barked out, ordering you onto two wobbly legs.

simon pushed you against the wall, lifting and hiking you up into his arms, two large hands cupping your waist and yours gripping his shoulder tightly for support. he laid hickeys onto your skin, moving his lips up to yours again, messily sucking on your tongue till you were gasping for air. his bulge hardened at the thought of turning you into an obedient slut who finally listened whenever given an order.

“so desperate...” your thighs were soft, feeling as he let you go and down onto your feet again, tugging at your shirt and pulling it up to reveal your titties. “off, all of it.” and being desperate for that release and the knot in your stomach to snap, you did as you were told. shakily removing your pretty, light blue panties and taking your shirt off, hard nipples sensitive whenever he touched them.

his heavy shaft just pulled out from his boxers, before discarding both and pushing you against the white wall again. “you're drippin', love.” simon commented, rubbing his hand against your slit before bringing you back up into that position; legs wrapped around his waist and his hands groping your ass. simon's bare, wet shaft rested against your stomach, angling his hips to push inside, swallowing inch by inch till he bottomed out with a loud slap. “god—fuck! so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' tight, pretty...”

broad hips smacked against your own as he thrusted sloppily into you, fucking deep and hard into your tight hole, groaning when you spammed around him. your sounds stuttered and almost silenced, coming out breathless and whiney as he fucked into you. you could hear the wet, sticky sounds of his girthy cock stuffed into your pussy, your juices and your sweet musk addictive. “takin' it so well, ain't'cha? bet your used to bein' fucked, huh? bet you're a dirty fuckin' whore,”

“or maybe you're a dirty virgin, desperate for a thick cock shoved into your cunt..” he buried his head in the crook of your neck as he ploughed into you. your hand gripped his shoulder tightly, emitting a wince from him as some blood began trickling from the wound. too distracted by his heavy dick laying in your hole, you closed your eyes and moaned out his name.

he became animalistic with his pace, angrily shoving and pounding into you as you held his bicep tightly, gasping and whimpering at each thrust he made. “dirty slut, swallowin' my entire cock like the greedy fuckin' thing you are.” simon growled out, slamming into you repeatedly, hips smacking against your own and his thick tip ruining your insides.

you gasped as tears began forming in your waterline, threatening to spill as his pace got faster and faster. “take it all, all of it.” you cried at his words, salty tears soaking into your skin as he degraded and humilated you. “what would they think? if they saw your tight pussy bein' assaulted by my pace, huh? they'd think you're a whore desperate for cock, wouldn't they?” you mumbled and babbled, his teeth biting into your neck before he made eye contact with you.

“look at me.” you listened to his order, moving upur hips with his pace, grinding down against him and feeling his happytrail grazing against your soft stomach. he made you feel dizzy, and the knot in your of stomach was beginning to get ready to snap as you soaked his shaft in your cum. each vein on his cock was prominent, grazing against your gummy walls as he bullied his way into you — probably bruising your cervix.

you felt him increase his pace further, getting ready to cum deep into your tightening, clutching hole. a whine left through your swollen lips, stolen as be attached his lips onto yours, taking your moans away while fucking deep and hard into you. “simon, simon— simon!” simon's hard cock twitched inside, groaning and grunting as you squeezed around him rapidly, clutching onto him while you shuddered and shook, sobbing out and cumming all around his dick, his thick girth stretching you out before he got ready for his release.

he threw his head back and growled, the sounds of skin slapping loud and heavy before coming to a halt, his cum buried deep in your hole, still thrusting and fucking it deeper inside. “naughty fuckin'...” he panted, breathing heavily in your ear as he slowly slid from your ruined hole, slit raw and clit sensitive. you felt him carry you over to the bed, grabbing a tissue and wiping your pussy clean before sitting down beside you. “go to sleep, love. i'll be here, just relax...”

you barely noticed his arm, crimson blood trailing down it, it just managing to catch your eye as you sat up. “oh god, did i do that?” you hurried over to him and grabbed a tissue from the box, holding it against him before looking for your medical box that you kept for small smergencies during the night. removing the old gauze carefully, hearing his wince as he kept quiet, the new and clean gauze wrapped around after you managed to stop the bleeding.

“i'm sorr—” “'s alright, doll..” simon cut you off, running his hand through his hair and gripping his bicep before squeezing a few times. “c'mere...” he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you softly a few times, pulling away and resting his head on your shoulder.

“'s safe to say that you probably kept the whole base up with your noises. price will be happy we've made up, yeah?” he joked and teased, seeing you fall asleep in his arms. placed gently against your bed, the blankets covering you. he whispered quietly as you slept,

“mission was my fault, love.” little did he know, you weren't fully asleep just yet...

do not repost onto any other website without prior consent. — konigsblog⭒

[kimmi-never-dies]

Hanahaki.

Image is not mine!!

A/N: I have not seen any Hanahaki disease fics in a hot minute, I really want it to make a come back.

TW: lots of angst, Hanahaki disease, blood, panic attacks, detailed descriptions of suicide, illness, use of Y/n, fem!reader

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Did it seriously have to be like this?

Was Hyun-ju being punished for something? she really couldn't tell at this point, but then again she asked herself that question her whole life, so maybe this was just another thing to add to her long list of problems.

Hanahaki disease, the doctor looked her dead in the eyes and told her she had literal flowers suffocating her from inside her lungs. she though it was just a myth, some sad urban legend someone came up with online.

Of course she had to go and fall for the one person who supported her the second she came out to her. And now she was once again paying the price for wanting to be happy...

She soon arrived back at her crappy two-bedroom apartment she was sharing with her roommate, (Y/n), who ironically was the reason she was sick. Of course it had to be the one person who supported her no matter what, the second she came out to her.

"hey, what'd the doctor say?" (Y/n) asked, looking up from her phone as she heard the door open up, revealing her roommate/best-friend.

"oh uh...yeah, they said it was just a respiratory infection, no worries." Hyun-ju responded as she took her coat off, relieved to be out of the cold winter air. "I don't feel like cooking, wanna order takeout?" she then asked as she sat down on the other side of the couch.

She was gonna die anyways, why not splurge a little while she's still here?

"sure, sounds good, I'll order it." (Y/n) said as she began to pull up their favorite restaurants website on her phone.

(WARNING: past this point contains mild gore, blood, and dark themes, if these make you uncomfortable don't continue!!)

This wasn't fair.

Why'd it have to be her?

Hyun-ju knelt on the floor as another coughing fit started, blood and flower petals falling out of her mouth and onto the floor as she tried to stop it, her lungs burning as it became hard to breathe.

The flower petals were (f/c), (Y/n)'s favorite color, which only added to the sick irony of her situation. Her soulmate would never love her back, and those flowers were just a cruel reminder of everything she could never have.

She could never have the life she wanted, Thailand, finishing her transition, buying that calm little cottage, and most of all...(Y/n). She would never be able to-

"Hyun-ju are you- OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL!?"

No...shit...

"(Y/n) wait, its fine I promise...I'm okay..." Hyun-ju tried to stutter out, but it mainly just came out as small wheezes and coughs. she tried to regain her composure, shakily getting up to approach the woman in front of her. "Okay!?" (Y/n) exclaimed, her voice raising slightly as she panicked. "You're coughing up flowers you're not okay!!"

(Y/n) gently led Hyun-ju over to her bed, sitting her down as she thought of what to do next...She couldn't believe Hyun-ju lied to her, especially about something as serious as this seemed to be...

"you should've told me...you know I'd do anything for you Hyunnie." she said in a soft, yet worried tone.

"I didn't want you to worry, you already have too much on your plate..." Hyun-ju replied, taking (Y/n)'s hands into her own, trembling slightly as she spoke.

she could've believe she let it slip that fast, Hyun-ju didn't wanna involve Kimmi any more than she already was, she couldn't let it slip that she was who didn't love her back.

(Y/n) took a bit of time off work to help Hyun-ju through her illness.

She was there to help cook, help her clean, she talked her through every coughing fit, cleaned the blood and flowers off the floor, and was all in all just there to make things easier for her friend.

Unfortunately, Hyun-ju hated it. she hated feeling so helpless, so dependent. worst of all she could tell the time away from work was stressing (Y/n) out, as they still had bills and rent to worry about.

Throughout all of this, Hyun-ju just felt more and more like a burden. As much as she could tell (Y/n) was trying to stay strong for her, she just couldn't do the same.

She had to do this...

(Y/n) knocked on Hyun-ju's bedroom door, concerned as she heard small wheezes coming from inside. "Hyun-ju, are you okay? can I come in?" she asked.

No response.

"I'm gonna come in okay?" she then asked, pushing the door open, only gasp in horror at the sight before her.

A pill bottle, with pills scattered all over the floor. it was the leftover pain medication Hyun-ju was given after her top surgery...

and there, laying on the floor, slipping in and out of consciousness, was Hyun-ju, her bangs stuck to her damp, sweaty skin, her body limp on the ground as she panted.

"what did you do!?" (Y/n) yelled in a panicked tone as she quickly ran to her friends side, gently cradling her as she dialed 119.

she spent a few minutes on the phone, explaining everything to the operator before they sent paramedics, and while waiting, (Y/n) held her friends limp body against her chest, crying and pleading with her to stay awake.

"just a few minutes...please...please stay awake...don't close your eyes sweetness..."

"Hyun-ju wake up...don't fall asleep..."

"Hyun-ju...?"

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maybe a pt2??

[cozzzynook]

Part 3 to the Royalty au but with a bittersweet ending

Before the harsh winter arrived the kingdom was promised to see a bonding ceremony, one that will allie the kingdoms of Nyon and Kaon together as one. While servants ran around the palace finishing up on the feast or touching up the decorations Perceptor found himself quickly walking down the halls with a present in his servos. He carefully avoided each guard he saw knowing if he was spotted near the Prince's quarters he'll be punished, it was something he couldn't risk today would be the last chance he ever got to speak with his sparkling to say a proper goodbye.

With one last turn he made it, quickly scanning the hall one last time he raised one servo and gave a gentle knock on the door. A voice spoke on the other side but it wasn't the young Prince. "Be there in a moment!" Strange...

Before Percy could question it further the door opened slowly until a tall bulky frame stood in his way, Megatron. Worry filled Perceptor's spark as he gazed up at the towering mech wondering what on Primus's name was he doing here, his nerves calmed when he heard a second voice speak up. "Oh, let him in! He's a good friend of mine"

Grumbling softly Megatron stepped to the side allowing Perceptor to enter, his optics narrowed as he scanned the room. The berth sheets were ruffled while pillows littered the floor creating a plush maze, on the edge of the berth was Hot Rod who's makeup was smudged and messy likely from a kiss of sorts if the faint gold lipstick on Megatron's cheek gave away any clues. "Sorry to interrupt young prince, I came to check on your progress with getting ready but it seems someone was distracted..."

Megatron cleared his intake before turning to leave. "Yes w-well I was just going. I'll see you at the Alter my flame" He would give a warm smile looking over shoulder once more before finally leaving.

"Canoodling before your ceremony are we?" Perceptor scoffed as the helped guide Hot Rod to the dressing room table. "Its said to bring bad luck to see your Conjunx before you bond"

Hot Rod chuckled as his spoiler fluttered gleefully. "I just can't help it, he's so sweet and strong and very handsome. AGH! I can't keep my servos off him!" He leaned already grabbing one cleaning rag and wiping away the smudges from his face. "You understand right, Percy?"

"Yes, I do" Reaching forwards he grabbed one fine silk ribbon and some clips. With careful servos he began draping it Hot Rod's spoiler before adding the clips to keep it in place. Once that was set he would grab the second set of silk wrapping it around the Prince's neck using one clip to keep it in place until it looked like a elegant cape. "There, now lets add the finishing touches"

Hot Rod gave another smile as he flicked his spoiler watching how the fabric moved and swayed with each flap. Despite it being an exciting day Hot Rod couldn't help but feel sorrow in his spark, turning he looked at Perceptor reaching out to grab his servo. "After today I'll be moving to Kaon. Percy I-can I still speak with you?"

Perceptor's spark gave a painful tug as he gave a comforting squeeze. "Of course, I'll always be here if you need me, young Prince" He then reached for the present handing it over to Hot Rod with a somber smile. "Take this think of it as a parting gift"

"Oh?" Opening the present Hot Rod's optics went wide as his face lit up as he pulled out a small jewel that was a deep ocean blue. "Wow its beautiful, why give me this? Isn't this important to you?" Quickly snapping his helm up Hot Rod looked at Perceptor studying the red mech for an answer.

With a chuckle Percy just shook his helm already having a proud smile on his face. "Yes, it may be important to me but I always wanted to pass it down just like my Carrier did with me. Now you can enjoy its beauty and get to pass it down to your sparklings"

"But I can't take it. It seems so cruel to take something like this from you..." The young Prince bowed his helm as he held the jewel close to his chest. "Are you sure I can have it?"

"Yes"

Without saying another word Hot Rod jumped to his pedes and wrapped his arms around Perceptor pulling him into a tight hug. Percy gave a confused squeak freezing in place as he fought the urge to cry.

"Thank you, I promise to tressure it"

Losing the battle with himself Perceptor buried his face into Hot Rod's shoulder and wheeped. How an Primus be so kind yet so cruel at the same time? "Y-you're welcome, little fire"

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Years passed and the sweet scent of spring filled the the castle gardens as crystal flowers bloomed and swayed in the warm breeze. Hot Rod gave a soft sigh as he walked through the the garden holding one servo on his swollen tanks while another gently held his Conjunx's servo. He couldn't help but stare as he watched some cy-birds sing before dancing in pairs in the sky un caring of the world around them.

"Are you alright, my flame?" Megatron softly spoke as he gave a worried squeeze with his servo. "Do you need to rest?"

"Oh, no I'm fine Megs" Hot Rod gave a smile as he turned to face his conjunx. "I'm just thinking..."

"Hmm, may I ask what about?" A playful smirk fell on the grey mech's face as he leaned down to nuzzle Hot Rod's helm with his own. "Is it about me on our berth...alone?"

Hot Rod snorted a laugh as he gave a playful whack with his spoiler. "Heh, Primus I wish. I was thinking about an old friend and what should I tell him about our little one"

"Ah I see, well how about you start telling them you're doing well and what names you've picked out" Megatron would pull Hot Rod closer so he could give a kiss on the red mech's cheek. "I'm sure they would be delighted to hear such news"

"True, speaking of names" Hot Rod leaned into the warm embrace returning the kiss with his own. "What do you think about, Rune?"

"Rune as in the ancient markings from the Primes?" Megatron raised a brow as he thought for a long moment. "Hmm, I suppose its unique"

"Glad you like it, I wanted to give them something that remined me of home" Hot Rod smiled as he leaned in closer with a droopy smile.

"Then its perfect, my flame" Megatron smiled again as he placed another kiss on his conjunx's helm. with his free servo he placed it on top of Hot Rod's tanks feeling their sparkling give a light kick. "They will be a wonderful and strong sparkling, I know it"

"Yeah, l know so too" With a smile Hot rod gazed down at his tanks giving one gentle rub before closing optics allowing Megatron to pick him up. "I hope Percy will like them too"

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The Maid - Part 3

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing. Reader is a maid.

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You return to the maid's quarters, shaking in disbelief at your interaction with the king.

I just lied to his face. I'm such an idiot. Will he change his mind and punish me? Why was he so nice to me if he sends his guards to beat me almost daily? Why did he look concerned when he saw my injuries? Is this some cruel manipulative twisted joke so he can trap me into trusting him, just so he can rip my trust for him into pieces? To finally break me like the guards say they will?

Your mind is racing; confused, angry, hurt. You say nothing to the other maids when you return to your cot. If they are to know you spoke to the king, rumours will spread.

You decide you can't risk it, you have to request a change of duties.

You rush to the man in charge of separating the help's duties amongst the castle.

You bow your head and curtsy when you approach him "Good evening, sir. I am here to place a request, if possible." you say quietly, staring at the floor.

He says nothing so you decide to continue "I would like to change duties. I believe the king is no longer fond of my work, nor my presence and think a change would be best to appease his anger."

"Very well. I doubt he will notice the change anyway. You are quiet and forgettable. You will be placed on the rotation team. You will work multiple different duties at my discretion. You may leave now." he says to you coldly.

You thank him quckly and return to your chambers.

He's right. He won't even notice I'm gone. This is for the best, I must avoid him at all costs to stay alive. Stay quiet, do as they say and stay small. It's the only way I'll survive.

Over the next two weeks you successfully avoid all contact with the king. You're continuously rotating duties from maid, to kitchen staff, to laundry and you're body is aching from the physical exertion. The abuse from the guards subdued but did not stop from the Snake. He would search for you exclusively and insist it was at kings personal request. He did everything he could to try to break you, but you repeated the same words "Never". Sometimes you would fight back and other times you would simply take it so it could be over with faster, but one thing you made sure of is that he never touched you. You would go feral at the mention of it.

Yesterday, the Snake went too far and tried holding you down to 'teach you a lesson', you screamed and swung your hands as you scratched his face from his eyebrow to his lip so deeply he was bleeding profusely all over his bedroom floor. You took your upper hand to your advantage and threatened him " I can take your abuse, you will not break me and I will die before I let you touch me. Next time, I will scratch your eyes out." you hissed at him. He screamed for the other guards as he swung at you but you side stepped and tried running out but was caught by the other guards.

"Now, you will see what the king truly thinks of you once he discovers what you've done, witch. He will not be as merciful as I was. Bring her to the dungeons." he spits at you as you're dragged away.

You're thrown to the damp stone floor covered in hay, scratching your palms and knees as you roll on the floor.

"This is where you belong, witch." One of them says as the door locks behind you.

You hear their laughter fade as they walk away. The cell is disgustingly dirty, there is only a small space with bars that acts as a window. Besides the moonlight, you're left in complete darkness, the only sound to occupy your mind is the squeaks of the mice running around. You bring your knees to your chest and begin crying "What have I done? Why didn't I just let him do what he wanted? I wouldn't be here... At least I would have a chance at life... now I'm as good as dead" you cry to yourself.

The next day you're woken abruptly and dragged outside. Your hand are tied to a post and they rip open the back of your shirt.

Your heart races as you realize what is happening. You hear the Snake laugh and then the searing pain of the whip across your back.

You scream out in pain and dig your nails into the post to ground yourself.

"So the whore can scream afterall. Let's see how loud she can be. You've been holding out on me." the Snake mocks you.

This continued 10 times. For everyday the nurse said he would need to heal from the wound you created in his eye.

They drag you away and throw you back onto the dungeon floor. Bleeding profusely from your back, unable to move from the pain, you curly yourself into a ball and beg for death to take you.

You awake to a nurse tending to your back. You both stay quiet as she puts the familiar balm to your back and wraps your wounds to prevent infection.

Two days pass, no guards have come to bring you food or water. You're famished and parched. Your back is in continuous searing pain, your breathing has become more shallow every day. You're in such pain, you try to force yourself to sleep to avoid the pain. Eventually, you pass out. You're awakened by the sound of a crow squawking and the sun shining on you.

You look up and see the bird standing at the makeshift window, in between the bars. It crows a few times before turning around and flying away.

Even the birds don't want to be near me.

You hear heavy footsteps approach your cell when the Snake opens the door "Learned you lesson yet, witch? Get up, you reek. Bathe and get ready for work tomorrow. Maybe this will make you think twice before fighting me." he sneers at you.

You struggle to get up so he grabs you by the arm and yanks you to your feet making you shriek in pain from the deep cuts in your back.

"Shut up, harlot. Get out of my face." he spits at you.

You slowly walk out of the dungeons and back to the maids quarters. You're so weak, you collapse on your cot and pass out when you arrive.

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You awoke before dawn, bathing to ease the pain. The nurse helps apply the balm to your back and wrap the wounds once more. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your left eye is severely bruised, you look exhausted and in pain.

Today you're placed on kitchen duty. You're slowly walking to the kitchen, when you see a crow fly overhead and land nearby on a statue.

A crow, again? ... Is it staring at me?

You shake your head in dismissal and you near the kitchen. You were to prep everything for the breakfast run before the cooks arrived.

You were deep in thought and humming to yourself while cutting vegetables and boiling some water to make yourself a coffee that you didn't notice somebody walk in behind you.

"Where have you been?" a familiar voice cuts through the silence. You yelp in surprise and cut your finger with the knife. You hiss in pain and rush to place a towel over it to stop the bleeding.

"Sorry darling, l keep frightening you." He approaches you but you back up in fear, your back hitting the kitchen counter. You groan out loud at the pain from your back hitting the counter. He stops and looks at you with hurt and confusion.

You keep your down "It's okay your highness. I'm fine." you say quietly.

He sighs "I've been looking for you."

Your eyes widen at that statement. Oh my god, he's going to kill me, just like the Snake said he would.

"Why were you replaced as my maid? I made no such request. I was very content with your work. Are you avoiding your king?" he presses on.

"Your highness, please. I will do as he says. I will not fight him next time. I beg you to please forgive me and spare my life. I was stupid, it was done in fear. I will never do it again!" you beg, your eyes brimming with tears. You're shaking, straining to breathe properly with the pain coursing through your entire body.

"What none sense do you speak of? Where were you?." he asks again, more urgently. It sounded more like a command than a question.

You bite your lip hard, making it bleed.

"My king...I don't... you ordered the guards..." you're unable to form a sentence through the fear shaking through you.

His eyes narrow and he inspects you and tries to make sense of the words you're hiccuping out.

"Who did I order to do what?" he asks you, his voice rising with anger.

I can't tell him. This is a trick. It was his orders. He knows, he wants to see if I will question his orders.

You take in a deep breath and steady yourself, stopping the tears from falling down your face.

If I avoid his question about the guards, I won't be lying to him.

"I requested a change of duties, your highness." you blurt out.

He looks taken aback "Why? Did I make you uncomfortable? Do you fear me?"

You're confused by his line of questions "No, your highness... I -"

"You're lying. I will give you one last chance." he says sternly.

You swallow thickly, your anger and frustration from the past months of mistreatment bubbles up inside. A sudden burst of confidence, you look up at stare at him. You notice his shock when he sees the damage to your face.

"No, your highness you did not make me uncomfortable. I have received your messages daily from the guards, and the whipping you ordered I received. I have heard the rumours and they ring true. You cannot blame me for fearing you."

"Whipping? Rumours? What -" Loki begins but is interrupted by the cooks entering the kitchen to start the day. His eyes fall to the bandages he can see at the bottom of your shirt, wrapping up and around your back. You see his eyes darken and his fists clench at his sides.

They freeze when they see the king speaking to you.

"Sorry your highness, we will -" one of the cooks begins.

"No. I will be taking my leave. There is something I must tend to."

He quickly exits the kitchen and the cooks stare at you in confusion. You dismiss their looks and return to your duties.

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Part 4

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Ok so what would Mihawk be like with a lover who is very bipolar... like their happy on minute and angry the next how would he calm them down🤔 or yk they get a lil bratty and he gotta put them in their place🌚

WaitwaitwaitwaitWAIT

Hold the F UP, Mihawk AND psychology? You're spoiling me 🤭❤️

Oooooh I can't not do this one right now.

Kinda personal because I have some issues that can result in bi-polar tendencies, so this hits quite close to home for me.

I've rewatched this scene a totally normal amount of times I swear. Totally normal.

Mood Swings

OPLA! Mihawk X Reader

Mostly SFW headcanons, only the slightest bit suggestive, kinda hurt/comfort I suppose

Trigger Warning ⚠️ (possibly) for mental health issues, bi-polar and related disorders

♬♫ Rosanna - The Fratellis ♫♬

Baby, you're a mess, I confess

But I guess that I'll save you one of these days

Mihawk doesn't exactly have the patience of a saint, but he still honestly has more patience than most—you don't dedicate your life to becoming the world's greatest swordsman and actually achieve that goal without at least a touch of patience.

Your mood swings amuse him more than anything. Not a cruel sort of amusement, but a more endearing one. You remind him a bit of a cat—sweet and playful one minute, then all claws and bared teeth the next.

Though as amusing as it can be, he sees how it drains you, mentally and physically, and that more than anything is reason enough for him to stay patient with you in the moment.

He'll keep a level tone, just tells you to calm down, even while you're yelling at the top of your lungs that you are calm, yelling insults and potentially hurtful words.

He can't help but smirk a little at how quickly you fly off the handle, which probably doesn't help your own anger, but he really can help but find it a little entertaining, even a little enticing.

Oh, he wants to shove you against a wall, pin your hands over your head and murmur in your ear for you to behave yourself, to just devour you then and there—but he knows that now isn't the time. That can come later, after you've calmed down.

So he just keeps up a calm and reasonable air about himself and lets you vent out whatever frustrations you need to, taking it with a grain of salt because he knows that it won't last.

Just gives a little sigh once you have calmed down, once you've apologized for whatever you have said or done in your anger.

Tells you it's fine, pulls your head down to rest on his lap while he combs his fingers through your hair until your tension has eased off the rest of the way, not faulting you for your moment of vulnerability. Might tauntingly mention that he *should* punish you for being so troublesome, but he's honestly more focused on ensuring you recover.

He really has more trouble dealing with your depressive episodes—he can't stand the thought of you being so low that you can't even pull yourself out of bed.

Mihawk understands that patience is absolutely vital in such cases, but he's not sure whether it's better to give you space or keep you company; to try to convince you to talk, to just hold you quietly, or to leave you to your own devices until you recover on your own.

So in those instances, he's a bit all over the place, and more than a bit frustrated. More likely to be short or snappish in spite of himself. He desires complete control over all aspects of his life, and being at a loss of what to do drives him up a wall, especially if it concerns your well-being and his ability (or inability) to fix it.

He's not going to put you in your place for anything until he's sure you've leveled out, that it won't trigger you or make things worse.

Not until you're able to calmly discuss what's been going on with you, until you're able to laugh and smile and breathe easy in the wake of your own turbulent emotions.

He might punish you relentlessly for being intentionally bratty, for being a sarcastic little shit and clearly doing it to test his patience for the fun of it. In that case, he might pin you to the bed, might tease you to the very edge of sanity, might make you beg and plead for relief or release, but only then.

You're still his lover, and he doesn't have any intention of hurting you in any way that could be lasting, in any way that isn’t consensual—in any way that could make your inner turmoil any more difficult to bear.

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i made a verison of hell for my books that's kinda based on helluva boss

the one thing i like about hazbin hotel and helluva boss is the world building. i like the hierarchy there but i just feel like it's weird because why are sinners over hellborn demons?? they're supposed to be damned souls and deserve punishment. so, i kinda rewrote it but with my own demon ocs 🤑

First of all, I believe anything can be hell. From work place environment to school and that's kinda the same for hazbin hotel as well if you think about it. BUUUTT i changed it. Basically, depending on what u did in your life is what kind of torture you will get. You yelled at ppl working at mc donalds?? Guess what, now u work in the food industry. The torture gets more crazy and creative based on what you did.

7 Deadly Sins (including Lucifer) + Lilith - Self Explanatory

Workers for 7 Deadly Sins - These are demons who would go to Earth and cause paranormal things. This would include my OC Sammie

Torturers - Demons who torture sinners. They choose what sinners look like and create places for them to work, basically like slaves. Let's say you're a sinner in a school environment, the torturer would be the principal.

Regular Citizens - These people really make the torture happen. They're regular demons, they live their lives like humans. Though, they go out of their way to make sure the sinner's lives are hell. Let's say you're a sinner in a school environment, the regular citizen would be either the teacher or the student depending on what you did.

Sinners - Of course, these are sinners. They are the lowest class because they are the scum of the earth. This would include Flittermouse.

Regular demons can go higher up the ranks by proving themselves as cruel as well as eating human souls. Each demon kind has special powers that can be transformed into a torture weapon if you practice enough and eat enough souls.

Sinners, if they show they're willing to put in the work, can actually be reincarnated. If they show that they know what they did was wrong, why, and that they're willing to correct it, they'll be reincarnated. I'll take Flittermouse for example. He abused his wife and traumatized his child. If he gets reincarnated, he'll be her little sister and will be tasked to protect them. If he does, he will forget about his old life and embrace his new life. When he dies, he'll go to heaven. Though, if he doesn't, he'll live a short new life and he'll go right back to hell. They get 3 chances.

Also, ghosts do exist here. They are souls that have unfinished business, most likely revenge. Once they complete that, they'll either go to heaven or hell. If they are a sinner but they redeem themselves while a ghost, they'll go to heaven. Vise-veras for winners. Bro, I need to change that name but idk what to do