#I hope they amp up the scares even more in the next one

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So…

Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 Amiright

My first time drawing Catnap, his shapes are so fun to draw maaaaaan-

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I got an idea from the child reader request.

Like the same wolf in sheep's clothing concept but like FULL SWEET TO DARK PERSONALITY.

Wanna hear?

So basically child reader is like cute and innocent at first sight but IS A TOTAL DEMON, Having a very dark sense of humor, Sometimes out of nowhere walk up to someone of the gang and threaten to gouge out their eyes while they sleep, they are always with an cute expression but turns out that they like to cause chaos and havoc just like Jax but in a more creepy way.

For example, SOMEHOW reader is caught hanging from the ceilling scaring the fuck out of gangle just because its fun. Or staying in the dark waiting for someone so they can jumpscare them.

Basically child reader uses their cute-kid as an advantage to scare others off.

TADC x child!reader who is a menace! (platonic)

wasnt quite sure what to title this so!! some segments may be shorter than others since im still trying to get a hand of writing/coming up with ideas for certain characters (cough cough gangle) (i love her sm but shes so hard for me to write idk why) hope you enjoy! majority of this post is just me tormenting the cast TToTT

CAINE:

oh my god you kind of remind him of bubble but more... flkmddlvm

makes a time out rule when you keep making threats to the other circus members, that behavior is not family friendly!

he might even consider trying to go into the code and censoring your common phrases as well as some other words, if he has the capabilities for that

still tries to be a dad to you, though, wants to be a good role model and guide you in the right direction for the sake of everyone else

the first time you say something... morbid to him he just

slack jawed, stares at you before shaking himself back to reality and just

bro is astonished he was not ready to hear that today, let alone hear it from a small child

POMNI:

you know how in the other post with a child!reader i mention that pomni is vaguely uncomfortable around kids since she knows they can dish out some real cruelty

take this idea and multiply it by 10x

actually looks like that one sad spongebob meme with the big eyes and tear when shes put in charge of keeping an eye on you during an in house adventure

meek attempt to get you to behave

not much to say here imo, since its like an amped up version of the last post :O

JAX:

makes a joke about how youre already entering your edgy phase, he now has to watch his back lest some of his digital fur be shaved off

fear does not come close to describing how he feels when he discovers that you somehow found keys to some peoples rooms. he hopes you dont have a key to his room

and he thought he was hot shit, but no some random kid makes him fear the consequences of his actions

is this his punishment for his constant bullshit? what did he do in particular to deserve this?

instinctively looks up at the ceiling when he enters a room to make sure youre not about to drop on him

congrats, youve instilled fear into the funny rabbit

RAGATHA:

the 'nightmare kid' thing some babysitters go through at least once in their life, but instead of tantrums and such its just you talking about how you sometimes tear apart the dolls that came with your room. to the doll person

very uncomfortable by a lot of the stuff you casually say, even more so because its coming from a kid. though i think she would be uncomfortably be talk like that in general

SWEARS that one day shes going to blink and youll suddenly be right next to her or within her proximity

like on one hand she wants to try to guide you to be less dark, like caine, but i think she would need someone to back her up because she cannot get the image of the torn up dolls out of her head

KINGER:

poor man

like even if the things you said were empty threats, he would be scared shitless

if he isnt already in his fort, hes retreating to it the second he sees you around

kind of funny since kinger is in his late late 40s and youre a kid and hes terrified of you

anyways

less of a discomfort thing and more so scared that youre going to go through with the things you say

he walked into the common area one day and saw you literally crawling across the walls, he was with gangle when he saw it. you see his irises of his eyes shrink

doesnt even bother going to his fort, which is under where you currently are

he just

slowly

backs away, he can find refuge in his room... unless you have a key to his room

ZOOBLE:

less discomfort more annoyance with zooble, i think that while she would find it funny when a kid swears she finds people talking like that to be cringe; kid or not

the only one who isnt really scared of you. sure you threaten to disassemble them constantly and hide their pieces across the grounds to assure they can never be whole again, but they're just internally cringing while you try to make them turn away

in a weird way you two create an odd dynamic where you just go on and zooble just halfway listens, you kinda just talk at them

like while caine tries to be your dad, and ragatha tries to be.. something.. zooble is like a weird 'friend'

probably has the most potential to become a friend and get you to chill, but thats just based on my experience

like if its an attention/reaction thing, zooble isnt going to give it to you, which kind of. ruins the point of it for you, and you just

stop, or at least tone it down over time

or maybe thats just me seeing zooble having the potential to be an older sibling figure

GANGLE:

the gif is gangle when you get your hands on her

i understand that she cries easily, but like, you have probably made her cry at least once either on accident or on purpose

i think shes one of the few characters out of the cast who would probably start avoiding you for the sake of her emotional state, but she would feel bad about it since at the end of the day you're a kid

refuses to go anywhere near you when her comedy mask is broken, because otherwise shes a glum mess

you know how in poppee the performer, kedamono's mask sometimes just. pops off when he gets scared or surprised (well it happens regardless of expression/mood but yk)

gangle does that when she sees you LITERALLY CRAWLING ON THE WALLS LIKE A BUG

how are you even doing that

she doesnt wanna know, actually

"imma tie you up double knotted style" *high pitched crying*

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Plastic Hearts - (13)

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Sometimes you have to choose love.

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He was upset as he turned away from you and it plummeted you into the depths of anxiety. All that free flight that you were enjoying, died, like the wind stopped blowing your way.

“I need you to come with me.”, he said, knowing well that it had the real possibility of killing whatever it was that was growing between you both. But as he took your hand, he was certain of one thing. He could sacrifice being with you but he could not stand by and watch as he lost you again.

“Ok.”, you said as you fetched your bag and turned off the lights. All this could be cleared later, the worry in his eyes were so palpable that you began to wonder what the issue was.

“Is everything alright?”, you asked as you got up, his distant eyes found yours and brought him back to the moment.

“Yeah.”, he said it but it wasn’t believable and he knew how that could have scared you.

“I had a lovely night.”, he drew closer, to cover you with his leather jacket, to give your hand a gentle squeeze as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He didn’t want that truth to be lost in everything he was about to say.

Actually, as he felt your hand in his and with the sudden awareness setting in, that danger was imminent to this world around him, it began to scare him all the more.

Was he going to have to give you up too?

But he put on a smile and began to head back to his apartment. He had to show you the doomsday meter and tell you about the skates. So he set his mind to it, if he thought about the various other outcomes, he was never going to have the courage to do it.

He walked beside you and held your hand as though it was an anchor, that the gesture was meant more for him, while you were trying to figure out what had spooked him.

Maybe it was you.

Maybe it was something else.

You focused on the concrete in the pavement to stop the nervous thinking from eating you away. His jacket feeling like an extension of him trying it’s best to help you retain your calm.

You got into the elevator that was wide enough to fit two people. He pressed the button to his floor and the doors closed. He was on the tenth floor, but you couldn’t put a handle on the worry you felt.

Was he going to leave?

As he stood there in front of you, watching the numbers change on the dial, you wanted to step forth and loop your arms around him. To hug him like before but instead you just wanted to stay there, in the hopes he might stay longer too.

But the dial chimed and the doors opened, he held out his hand for you to walk out first as he followed you, the sound of keys jiggling in his hand as though it was an ode to the tension in the air. He came to a stop before his unit and unlocked the door.

He went ahead to turn on the lights but somehow seeing him move around in a domestic space was amping the stress all the more, because with every second that passed you were falling in love again and you were scared he wasn’t.

His home was different to what you had thought, it had a lot of horse related artefacts but it was enhanced well with good interior design. The windows from his living room had a wonderful view of the neighborhood. His space had a lot of scented candles that made it smell like a mix of cinnamon and leather.

“I hope you don’t mind the mess.”, he put away his shoes as he waved his hand around even when there was no mess to be found.

“I had to relearn the aspects of housekeeping.”, he chuckled as he made you feel comfortable, asking if you wanted to put away his jacket but you held onto it.

He popped open the double door fridge to get you a drink as he helped himself to a soda too.

You took a seat on the sofa with the cold soda can giving you hope that what it was he wanted to say could not be as catastrophic as you were thinking. But he sat across you instead of by your side and that smile of his was no where to be found. He took a quick sip before he turned to you.

“The skates that brought you here.”, he began and you could feel cold needles of ice pierce through your heart.

“How do you know –

“Brie, those were doomsday skates.”, he continued as though he needed to get this off his chest.

“It's slowly destroying Barbie land and along with it the imagination of all the girls and women on this planet.”, he narrated and your gradual onset of sleepless nights and the lack of dreams fell into place.

“You need to get those skates back to Barbie land as soon as possible, if you wish to save it.”, he held his hands together as his eyes grew distant again.

"If I wish?", you questioned. The news was a shell shock. Your selfish desire has caused the worst disaster.

"What happens if it don’t?", you leaned forward, trying to keep panic at bay

"It fades away forever, erased from history.", he continued.

"No, what happens to you?", you stopped him to ask more precise details.

"I disappear along with it.", he shrugged his shoulders as though he had made peace with the concept.

The panic you wished to keep away flooded your system.

"Without Barbie land, I don’t exist.", he found your eyes, his blue waning to a grey almost as if he believed it.

"But you can.", he said with a fervent tone.

"The skates grant you one wish.", he took another sip and sat back.

"You can choose to be human and start a new life.", he said it to you as though he was relaying new strategy.

"How can you say that?", you grew angry but the sadness was causing tears to flood your eyes.

"I’m just being realistic.", he met your steely gaze with resistance of his own

"About what?", you sniffled throwing your hands around in frustration.

"About how you have a life here.", he said it seriously.

"And you don’t?", you reached out to him but he got up to pace around.

"Brie, I was sent to get you.", He placed the cold can on the side of his forehead to ease the stress.

"That was all this was?", you asked in shock. Unable to believe you had become a fool yet again.

"God, no.", he furrowed his brows.

"No.", he said more calmly.

"I fell in love with the version I was here.", he replied.

"My job, my home and my car.", he had a small smile on his lips.

"The kids, the school ...", He paused his steps but didn't look at you.

"You.", he said softly before he resumed to his walk.

"I want to be here.", he said like it was his dream.

"But I can’t.", the melancholy in his voice was breaking you down.

"I'm not of this place.", he shook his head as he stared out the window.

"That doesn’t make sense.", you challenged his argument and his logic.

"The tunnel plays you an advertisement.", he stated and you could understand where all these thoughts were coming from.

"That garbage.", you began to push it away but he shook his head.

"No, Brie.", he caught your attention again.

"I didn’t have one. Just a line, stating if a Barbie chooses to exist then a Ken can.", he found your eyes for a second before looking away defeated.

"So without a Barbie back in Barbie land, I’m a goner anyway.", he downed the contents of his can and chucked it in a Bin with a frustration. Because it wasn't fair.

"I will fade away all the same.", he pursed his lips

"And I know.", he glanced back at you. The very sight of you giving him a few extra minutes in life.

"You love it here.", he smiled.

"Do you now?", you answered with sarcasm because how was he to know how it actually was.

"Yeah, Brie. That glow from within you. That’s something Barbieland could never give you.", he pointed his hand at you, his eyes glimmering as he drew closer to you.

"No that's became of you, Ken.", you held his gaze as you said it.

"With you, I feel like the sun. For five years, I lived a life of hopelessness. Struggling to find worth in my work, to discover myself when I’ve been so blind. That the best version of me is the version that exists now.", you explained the truth behind why you truly felt alive.

"Then you take my world by storm only to take it away again?", you couldn't look at him anymore as it stung you.

"You can’t do that to me.", you shook your head.

"What do you want me to do?", he raised his voice in anger, out of hopelessness because this was a dead end. He wasn't the hero of this story. Getting a good ending wasn't in his hands.

"I lose you all the same. All I have are seconds with you when I want it all. Brie, I won’t force you to come back. I know what it’s like to have found an identity to then lose it.", he shook his head with vehemence.

"So this is it?", you looked at him, utterly broken.

"I guess so.", he said it half heartedly.

"So these past few days have all been a lie?", you couldn't believe it, you didn't want to believe it. Not when it felt so true and real.

But He found your gaze and eyes flicked like blue flame.

"No. I craved the real thing, Brie. I had fallen in love with you the moment I knew I had lost you. And for the next five years, I hated myself for not choosing you sooner. I spent every day and night scourging the streets of this city in search of you.", he held on to the sides of the kitchen island because he needed the strength to say the next few words

"Because I love you Brie. That’s all there is to it. I love you. I have loved you and I will continue to. But the choice to save Barbieland is in your hands. And only you can determine if it was worth saving.", he said it as though that was the most purest form of truth he had ever held.

"If I’m worth saving.", you heard him and his eyes pierced your soul.

He wiped out a watch that had a meter on it and placed it in front of him. The needle now at the start of the red zone, it was true.

But it was all too much, all at once, the heavy decision to save Barbieland, to leave this life behind and go back all while getting know that he had loved you all this while.

You needed some time away, cause if you continued to sit here you were going to be sick.

So as he stood by the kitchen, bracing himself, you put away his coat and took your purse. You walked past him, unable to look him in the eye cause if you did you were going to breakdown. He didn't try to stop you and somehow that made it all the more worse.

You walked away and stomped down the corridor, upset and angry, pressing the elevator button to call it to the floor you were in. But the truth of his words sunk in. That you stood to lose him forever this time.

To continue to live in a world that will never have a trace of him.

The elevator chimed it's arrival but you turned away from it. You ran down the corridor, this time, you weren’t going to run away. That here you could own up to your feelings, that you could have everything you wished for. So you didn’t have to chose between yourself and love. You could have both.

You stood in front of his door, you held your fist up to knock but the door opened on his own.

He had his jacket on halfway as though he was coming to chase after you. His eyes widened with surprise as you stood there.

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Royal Enchantment Academy pt. 2

Pairing: GN! Moth fae! Darling x Yandere! Flower folk

A/N: I know this is super late, but I’m back. I’ll attempt to stick to my word of being back. Also, should I give the flower folk actually names?

Darling facts: Moth darling is freakishly tall (mentioned in poppy part) and shy (mentioned in all parts).

Trigger warnings: manipulation (iris), light smut (lily), MILD! self hatred (peony), violence (poppy). Hibiscus does no wrong, let’s all say thank you hibiscus.

Iris (He/They)

wisdom, hope, trust, and valor

Iris loves you. So so much. He’s such a gentleman, holding doors, always sticking up for you, offering to speak for you when you’re struggling to find words. Always doing it with a smile.

Iris’s obsession starts spiraling when you first start going to him, needing him. His tendency to show up out of nowhere becomes common. (of course he wasn’t stalking you! Just trying to keep you safe! Don’t you know it isn’t safe for sweet little moths like you? The world is scary, why not let him accompany you at least?).

Iris definitely feeds into your fear of people, slowly making you more and more dependent on him ‘til you’re basically his pet, never talking to anyone else, too scared. And they thrive on that fact.

“Darling, who was that you were talking to? Don’t you know they hate your kind? No no, it’s not your fault, but I’d suggest you stick with me when talking to them. You know, in case they try to hurt you. I’ll always protect you darling, I love you,”

(Personality Matches for IRIS: sweet, innocent, shy)

Lily (She/Her)

purity, innocence, rebirth, femininity and fertility

Lily and you only interacted once and it was awkward. Both of you are quiet and shy. When you finally stuttered out a compliment, her heart almost burst. Most people thought you were “weird” or “creepy” (you liked the darker parts of life, but that was just because of your species), but Lily found you gorgeous.

That night she couldn’t stop herself from smiling and touching herself, imagining it was your long fingers inside her cunt. She wondered if you would fuck her hard with your cock/strap or if you would make sweet love and oh look she came again!

Lily spiraled into obsession after that night. She always look effortless pretty, but amped it up to gain your attention (which worked but you were too shy to say anything, believing you were too scary for her. Oh if only you knew how badly she craved you). If you two ever, by some miracle, ever got together, be prepared for her constant want to be filled with you, dripping wet and restless. She’ll promise one round and keep going til you’re both passed out.

“P-please, one more round, just one more. We’ll stop after that, I promise. Please? Yes? I love you darling!”

(Personality Matches for LILY: kinky, kind, shy)

Peony (They/Them)

love, honor, happiness wealth, romance, and beauty

Peony was actually a little afraid of you. They found you beautiful, they find everyone beautiful, but they didn’t know you very well.

One day, you silently tapped their shoulder, startling them. They looked at you so scared that you felt disgusted in yourself, but you still gave them their watch. Peony looked incredulously at your gesture, and wanted to thank you, but you had already bolted out of the food court. The realization of their cruelty put them on the verge of tears.

Peony’s slip into obsession was when they saw you the next week (you avoided them for that long, not wanting to be looked at like that again). You looked worn and beat down, but still really pretty. Something about your slightly disheveled appearance sparked a sense to protect you (even though they were the reason you started hating yourself, but shhh don’t tell them that).

“Oh darling, I wish I could make all the bad things go away, then it’d be just you and me. I love you,”

(Personality matches for PEONY: shy, quiet, selfless)

Hibiscus (any/all)

positivity, joy, and cheer

Hibiscus (my favorite !!) is honestly way too nice for his own good, I feel like you were his tutor, considering Hibiscus is… below average intelligence-wise. Hibiscus radiated positive vibes though, even if he has no thoughts in her head. Hibiscus was the first person to hear your laugh. As soon as he heard you let out an unashamed laugh, it was all over. You consume his mind, you live there rent free, good job, you now have a puppy.

But in all honesty, Hibiscus does everything for you, if only to see you happy (like a VERY toned down version of Iris).

Hibiscus’s spiral into obsession was when he first made you laugh even though you both got scolded by the librarian. They always thought you were pretty, just a little gloomy. But when she saw your happy face? God, he felt his heart was going to burst. They cancel plans for you, they take you out on “payments” (dates, basically), if they find something you might like (like a pretty rock or a piece of jewelry) they get it to give to you.

“Hey, look at this book! Oh, you’ve been wanting it for a while but it’s never in stock? I’ll get it for you! Yes, I know I got you a new outfit and some jewelry, so? Awe, you’re worried! It’s nothing, so put that worry out of your head. I love you!”

(Personality Matches for HIBISCUS: shy, smart, patient)

Poppy (He/Him)

sleep and peace

Poppy hated you at first, believing you were giving your species a bad reputation. Fae are supposed to be masters of manipulation and fighting, and you were too… weak. Though, one day, the gym teacher decided to do sparring as a unit. Everyone refused to be pair up with you considering the rumors about your kind and how you towered over everyone. Well, everyone except Poppy.

Poppy took you for a pushover, attempting to land aggressive blows on you, but you dodged and knocked him on his ass. When he tried to get up, you pushed him down so hard the air was knocked out of his lungs. And as he tried to catch his breath, his bitchy girlfriend yelling at you, he couldn’t help but fall in love.

You genuinely thought he hated you considering he often challenged you to fights, which you always said no too. He believed it to be you not wanting to hurt him, which he admired and thought was genuinely sweet of you.

Poppy’s obsession started that day you beat him in gym class, his hatred turning into addiction adoration. When Poppy eventually asks you out, two days after breaking up with his bitch girlfriend, you most likely turn him down, believing him to be making fun of you or want to use you as a relapse or something to get back at his ex. He believes you’re playing hard to get, and he loves that about you.

“C’mon, just one punch? No? Can I at least take you out sometime? Eh, whatever, I still love you.”

(Personality Matches for POPPY: Badass, calm, shy)

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Would you be willing to write about canon Gyutaro with a piss kink?

I loved how filthy he was in your other fic! So I think it’d be realistic he’d be into this too. What do you think?

Hi!! Hello! Welcome ❤️ I’m super glad you liked my Gyutaro fic! I think specifically canon Gyutaro wouldn’t be opposed to violating/humiliating your body in every way possible. That being said, I think he’s the kind of demon to surprise you with some of his nasty habits and tactics, really going out of his way to put you lower than your place as a common human. We see this mocking/bullying theme resonate pretty heavily when he has the upper hand in the last bits of his fight with Tanjiro.

The Bottom Pit (Gyutaro x Reader)

Word count: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: female reader, noncon, humiliation, piss kink/forced omorashi (f receiving) attic wifery going on here, mild yan theme if you squint, a very mean Gyutaro experience for sure.

Seeing such a pretty human and wanting to finally fulfill every fantasy he’s ever had? He’s definitely not gonna kill you. You wish he did. He puts you more or less on the edge of death and humiliation. Gyutaro prides himself in fulfilling the domination aspect and taking it to the next level in piss play. You’re nothing more than just a little pocket pussy to him, in further progression of your dynamic he’s got you tight locked up somewhere in a special place inside Daki’s main house. Preferably in the attic or a hidden room. There, he’s emptying himself in you, on you, every possible way and in every fluid.

The room is dark and disgusting. It smells to the point where your nose has become numb to the pungent odor. They keep it just tidy enough to deter anyone from becoming suspicious. You’re fed to a minimum and wear very little clothing, all to please and satiate Gyutaro. Most days, you’re covered in an excess of spit and cum. More akin to a shoddy skeet blanket than an actual human.

You’re kidding yourself getting your hopes up in letting you go because lately his scare tactics and perverse creativity have dwindled to just about nothing over the past couple of months. Perhaps he’s satiated to a degree, maybe he’s found somebody new to play with (oh but you wouldn’t technically want that), or maybe he’s just done about everything he’s ever wanted to do. You can tell just from the little twitches in the way he moves when he’s had a bad day. Digesting a human possibly went sour, a fight that was supposed to end ten minutes earlier proved to prolong itself before he ultimately had the upper hand, who’s to say what’s pissed him off but Gyutaro is always sure to tell you at some point during his relief.

Lately there’s a new string of ingenuity that doesn’t seem to end any time soon. The first time it happened, you can crisply recall Gyutaro being hunched over your body, keeping himself as balls deep as long as he possibly can. Really slaving away at the sporadic shivers he sends your body into with every rut of his sharper-than-a-knife poor excuse for hipbones. You’re amping up the moans on this one tonight. Partly because you’re more tired than usual, another part it ends up feeling good in the end—and also, you have to pee. Really, really bad. And he’s not letting up any time soon unfortunately, it’s actually getting ridiculous.

Normally his run time is… quite quick even for human standards. But his stamina and rebound time has everything beat, meaning he can cum multiple times even if it’s to completion within a few minutes. You were really hoping that he’d give you a 3 minute pump and dump so you’d have time to bypass him and make it to the restroom. Fate would not be on your side, as if it ever really is.

Every second that passed by went too slowly. Every distraction, every crack in the ceiling and counting every flower on the wallpaper couldn’t keep you from the grinding thought, the urgent need to get away from him as soon as possible. Yes, he’s seen you at your lowest points and caused most of them, but you’re determined to not let this slip up. At least, that’s your mind doing all the big talk, while your mouth has decided it couldn’t take it anymore.

“G-Gyutaro.”

“What?” A shaky groan and an annoyed glare cuts right through you.

“C-can we stop for just maybe two seconds? I uh, really need to use the bathroom.”

Your request falls on nothing more than deaf ears and an impartial sneer. Gyutaro doesn’t let up, instead he’s jutting against you harder as his sharp nails squeeze into the plush of your thighs. It’s clear that now you’ve annoyed him by asking for one measly accommodation, even after seeing he was more irritated than normal when he approached you earlier. But that doesn’t seem to phase you too much, no, you’re really trying your hardest not to make him even more upset if you pissed on him.

“Gyu…Please..? I really need to go.”

He’s silent, becoming more visibly annoyed as he pays no bother to even look up at you.

“Please… I’d come right back so you can finish, I can’t hold it much longer…” The pressure from your bladder is becoming too much to handle, you’ve spent too much time distracting yourself and pleading with him is doing absolutely nothing. You’re sweating, praying, hoping to god you can hold it until he cums. You’re sticking it out as best as you can, to the point of now becoming deafeningly silent, breaking your fake moaning facade. Until—

Your pelvic floor decides to give in. A sudden feeling of relief followed by immediate anxiety take over your senses, your heart is pounding through your chest with the realization that you just pissed on him. His thrusts come to a full stop as you soil his still shaft, dripping down both of your legs. Gyutaro stares down at your still-pissing cunt. The hands that held you in place are now breaking skin and burrowing themselves into your flesh, he resumes ravaging you. The new scent of piss and sex are nauseating to your head as you lay back and take whatever he gives you.

“You’re a fucking vile little pet, you know that?” He harasses, you give him a taste of his own silent treatment.

“C’mon, say it. Couldn’t even go before I got home, I even warned you today that I just wanted a good fuck, don’t you remember anything?”

You don’t remember, he never said anything to you, and now you feel just as stupid as he tells you.

“Fucking say it. Say you’re disgusting,”

“I’m disgusting-“

“for pissing all over my master’s cock.”

“-For pissing all over my master’s cock..”

A smile contorts, “Good girl.. you’re my good girl.” Gyutaro whines. His stamina, to your dismay, lasts throughout the whole night, unable to even clean yourself off until he permits you to do so. It’s been like that since that night. Inadvertently showing him a new fetish he didn’t know even existed, to degrade you and demean you just a little more than he did in the past. He’s taken the time to give you slightly better care then previously, to his credit. Going out of his way to make sure you’re all filled up on liquids to release all over him. God help you when he ultimately discovers he can degrade you further by making you drink his piss, or maybe something far worse… Who knows what’s yet to come, you’re just holding out and barely scraping by each night anyway. Tomorrow’s struggles are long ahead and not your problem for now.

[deadspace2411]

Terrifying Encounters in Dead Space

Yo, on the USG Ishimura, ain't no safe spots and no escaping. Even in rooms with Save Stations and Stores, you can't be chill 'cause a Lurker or Slasher might pop up. It keeps you on edge, ready to react at any moment, just like when you're exploring to buy Xbox games with the right mix of suspense and adrenaline. This constant insecurity vibes well with the sick combat system that Dead Space is known for. Forget headshots, it's all about dismembering those Necromorphs. Abilities like Stasis and Kinesis let you slow down and impale them with everyday stuff, making combat hectic at first. Once you get the hang, though, you can get mad creative slaying hordes. Dead Space's 'Intensity Director' is clutch, yo. Enemies spawn differently and lighting and sound mess with your head, making each fight unique. You never know what's next, and paired with a spooky soundtrack, Dead Space really gets deep under your skin, just like it does with Isaac. The music in Dead Space hits you hard, like John Carpenter vibes, but not just in danger scenes. It creeps up on you, freaking you out even in safe moments. Dead Space keeps you hyped with crescendos and fast beats, always keeping you guessing. What was that shadow? Why's Nicole talking about Isaac 'making everyone whole again'? Mind games, man. The plot in Dead Space is lit, no cheap scares, just pure tension. It's like a master class in horror, even years after it dropped. Like, imagine stepping into an elevator, thinking you're good, then bam, Necromorph breaking in and you're spitting out your drink. Or a quiet hallway turns into a panic when a turbine goes off. Edge of your seat stuff, always.

Immersive Thrills and Uneven Pacing in Dead Space

And those are just a couple of basic scares that keep you glued to Isaac and the USG Ishimura, as you contemplate where to buy PS5 games non-stop. Dead Space has loads more thrills packed in, but you gotta experience it to get it. When the music's not tricking you into feeling safe or you're not battling acid-spitting babies crawling walls, you're soaking in the vibes. The lighting, the fog, that grainy film effect. And get this, no UI at all. Dead Space really knows how to keep you fully in it. Until, you know, later in the game. By Chapter 7, things got messy and repetitive. The smooth pace turned into a blur; it felt like every other room was a quarantine zone with hordes coming at me. After that, it was like the puzzles were endless and combat was on repeat. The repetitive tasks kinda messed with my vibe in the second half, but weirdly, it sorta added to Dead Space's charm. Imagine how Isaac must feel by the time you hit the final chapter. His headspace deteriorates as the game goes on, and getting to those last bits with both you and Isaac feeling pretty beat really made his journey hit home. But even with me making excuses for the grind, there were other issues too. My game straight-up crashed a few times on Xbox Series S, mostly when I bit it, forcing me to restart. Plus, the enemies were glitching like crazy, totally breaking the carefully built world vibe.

Heart-Pounding Immersion

Enemies would sometimes just stand there, staring blankly, and when I offed one in a tight spot like a doorway or corner, its body would freak out—spasming or even flying across the room in the worst cases. It made battling Necromorphs confusing as heck, often making me stomp the whole room to be sure everything was dead. But hey, Dead Space’s auto-save was a lifesaver, though I hope they fix these annoying glitches soon. And let’s talk about Isaac, our space engineer hero. This time, he actually talks, which adds some personality and emotion. He really amps up the tension—like when I faced The Hunter or dealt with that creepy Dr. Mercer. After a break, I realized I hadn’t paused the game after saving, and I swear, I could hear my heart racing, until I checked my BPM and realized it was Isaac’s heart in my ears. I was shook, but it was just the game messing with my head.

Horror Mastery: Unrivaled Suspense

Dead Space doesn’t just put you in Isaac’s shoes; it throws you right into his mind. You’re constantly doubting what’s real, feeling every nerve-racking moment aboard the USG Ishimura. It’s a masterclass in horror, keeping you on edge and never letting you forget where you are. Other horror games could definitely learn a thing or two from its suspense and dread.

[lunarsun12]

Jake Other Side Part 2/2

Masterlist

Previous Part

Warning: Mentions bit of Knives and Blood

After SunSun duo, have discovered Niki wasn’t in his hiding spot with a trail of blood. Dread of doom has overcome them. Thinking they will be next, they decided to return back to their hiding place. In hopes dark Jake won’t find them.

When they are busy running towards their hiding spot, someone dragged them into the dimly lit room. Telling them they will make nice sacrifice.

Will they survive the horror?

After Sunghoon and Sunoo have discovered, that Niki was gone. With unsettling blood trail.

Sunoo: Hyung? Is he really dead?

Sunghoon: I-I don’t know

In a distance, they heard Dark Jake evily laugh and sound of knife sharpening.

Sunoo: Let’s go back to our hiding spot

Sunghoon: Okay

On the way, to their hiding spot. Someone has grabbed them by the collar. Pulled them in a dimly dark room.

Sunghoon: Niki? You Okay?

There was a pause

Voice: I’m no Niki, you two will make a nice experiment

Sunoo: That sound like Uncle Heeseung Voice…

Heesung?: You two stay here, I will get my son to come ‘play’ with you

Sunghoon: No! Please don’t hurt us!

Sunoo started to cry: Take Hoon, I’m too pretty to die!

Sunghoon: Bro? Really?

Sunoo tried to make run for the door, however the alleged Heesung got to the door before him. Immediately locked them in.

Sunoo: I’m gonna text the group chat, saying how much. I will miss them when I die

Back at enhypen groupchat

Sunoo☀️: This is my dying will! I’m sorry if ever bullied Niki and being nuisance. I only wanted attention from Appa, he never pay attention to me. He pays attention to Sunghoon more then me. If I make it alive, I promise to be nice to everybody! I love you all *cries*

Sunghoon❄️: Sunoo? Appa, never pays attention to you as you said. You wanted space from him. I guess Sunoo, is doing a Will. Guess I do one too. Ahem I love you all very much

After SunSun duo sent the text, they hugged each other and say their final prays. Until they hear laughter from the door.

Sunoo: HE IS IS HERE! You first Sunghoon

Sunghoon: Something strange right now…

The door opened slowly, which leads to Sunoo hugging Sunghoon, whilist crying. Once the door is opened, reveals Jungwon with a blood stained Niki at hand.

Jungwon: Kids? Why are you two hiding in here? I have been looking everywhere for you

Sunoo: ITS A GHOST AHHH

Jungwon: *confused* We no ghost, please come downstairs. Uncle heeseung wants to say something

Sunoo shakes his head: KILLER JAKE IS ON THE LOOSE

Sunghoon figured out what has happened.

Sunghoon: Is it a prank?

Jungwon: I don’t know, I was told to look for you

Living room

SunSun trudged in the living room, with their guards up. Sunoo holding Heesung’s Globe for protection and Sunghoon giving a sigh.

Jungwon: Hyung! I found them, they were in your study!

Heesung: Ah! It was Sunoo and Sunghoon. I thought it was a burglar

They have spotted Jake with a very satisfied grin on his face, whilst giving Niki a high five.

Jungwon: Say sorry, you scared them to death

Niki: Serves them right, well Sunoo! You two left have left me to fend for myself!!

Heesung: Jake, say you are sorry! I didn’t know you can play such prank like that!

Jake: I’m sorry for pranking, I just wanted to get even! You guys always makes fun of me, for being too sweet

Sunoo eyes open so wide, his eyes nearly fell off. Whilst Sunghoon, gave the look are you serious look.

Sunoo: WHAT ITS A PRANK

Sunghoon: That’s karma, for being related to you…

Jake: I didn’t mean to take it, that far…

Jake: But calling Lyla ugly, made me mad. I decided to amp up the prank

Jake: Orginally, I meant to act mean until tomorrow

Sunoo: YOU SO MEAN! I’m never talking to you again!

Jungwon: Hang on Sunoo, don’t be upset! Jake was playing around

Jake: It was meant to be the three of you, until Niki started to question me

Sunghoon: Hang on Niki? Why did we find blood trails, from the storage room? And that creepy comment about us being the sacrifice?

Heesung: I answer, the second question. I was too into the prank. I just wanted to add in depths creepiness to the prank *chuckles*

Niki: Well I was hiding in the storage room, before that I didn’t know it was a prank. Until Jake found me, I got so scared I knocked a can of red paint and it landed on top of my head

Niki: This when I found out, Jake was acting. He started to laugh sweetly and asked if I was alright

Heesung: My son…you need to learn how to play the prank to the end

Jake: What if Niki gets hurt? The paint can, can be so heavy!

Sunghoon: Uncle Heesung, you need to find a new hobby. That is so sad..

Heesung: If only, you not the child of Jay. I reconsider it

Sunoo is still pouting in the corner, with Jungwon bribing him with chocolate. To make him happy.

Jungwon: I just came, and my son covered in red paint and as well with Jake laughing his heads off. Due to the text you two sent

There was a shriek from Sunoo out of embarrassment.

Sunghoon: I told you Sunoo, don’t be dramatic

Niki: Jake hyung, is the rumour true. You other side comes out on a full moon?

Jake: *laugh* oh that hahahah, that no biggie. It just the day where gets tad bit energetic. Cause some trouble for Appa

Heesung: What he means, by trouble is by saying no to me when I asked him to do something

Jungwon: Alright let’s get some sleep! Niki clean yourself off, you dripping red paint everywhere

The next day….

Back at Enhypen groupchat

Today 6:00am

Jay💰: WHAT IS THIS MESSAGE

Jay💰: This is all my fault! If I paid attention to them, they wouldn’t have gotten killed

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Hyung? They are not dead-

Jay💰: LIES!YOU ARE NOT THERE!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: *sigh* I wake them up, to talk to you

Sunghoon❄️: Appa? Me and Sunoo are safe, Sunoo refuse to wake up. He insisted, I should text you

Jay💰: Thank goodness, I KNEW SOMETHING WAS FISHY WITH THAT JAKE PERSON

Sunghoon❄️: Appa, about that…

Jay💰: NO NEED, TO EXPLAIN. I HAVE CALLED THE POLICE

Sunghoon❄️: Appa!! Please hear me out, well Uncle Jungwon and Uncle Heesung

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: It was a little prank, that Jake played. He only wanted to get even with your kids

Heesung🦌: What with all the noise!

Heesung🦌: Yeah Jakey, wanted to play a prank. As clearly you have let them loose, they have to unleash their energy by targeting my Jakey

Sunghoon❄️: Please exclude me, from them. I have been nothing but nice to Jake!

Heesung🦌: Don’t act all innocent, I see what you did -

Jay💰: Wait? So my kids are alright?

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Yes! We are taking them out for breakfast, as an apology for making them scared

Jay💰: You with them too? WHY AM I NOT INVITED

Heesung🦌: You invited! Now hurry up and come here, before the kids wake up

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Why is there is knocking on the door-

Jay💰: I come by later, enjoy dealing with police

[vivakyuh]

stirring the pot (ushi x fem!reader)

by vivak

general warnings: smut! ;), overstimulation, a little desperate/subby wakatoshi.

interested in reading it on ao3? check it out here! i’d appreciate any kudos and comments! <3

chapters: ch. one, ch. two, ch. three, ch. four

enjoy the ushi-gushy madness!

chapter two: jumpstarter (overstim)

It’s no secret Wakatoshi shows a totally different side of himself to you. Especially compared to how we acts around his team and basically every one else, you’d never think Toshi would have it in him to be as soft and caring as he is with you. You’ve seen it all; his anger, his sadness, his love. And through it all, you’ve been there. Just like he’s always been there for you. And now, with giddy excitement, you can be with him as you two go on a large, intensely pleasurable field trip. Metaphorically speaking.

You talked to him the next morning in bed, hugging him close to your chest and nuzzling into his neck from behind, breathing him in.

“We need to set some rules,” you said. “It’s really important to be safe, more than anything.”

You’re quick to spot the worry in Toshi’s eyes, even from where you laid behind him. Never would he ever want to hurt you on purpose. Never in the world would he want you to need to use a means to tell him to stop, especially during sex— It’s the complete fear of what his strength could do to you. He knows very well what’s he’s capable of. You do, too, but you want this, he realizes. You want him to let go, to snap, to use his strength, to go rough. To do something a little different.

You kissed the skin right below his ear, sling a leg around his waist and smile: reassurance.

“You want this right?”

He nodded his head, but it’s reluctant and slow. “I do.”

“Because we don’t need to do certain things if you don’t want to. I know you don’t particularly like using your strength on me.”

“I want to try new things,” he pressed. “I think it’d be good. For both of us. You know how I feel about being rough with you, but I know that a little experimentation doesn’t hurt. What things do you have in mind?”

In short, you explained safe words. Wakatoshi wasn’t a complete stranger to those— he had told you to use one whenever you two had sex when you first met, scared to accidentally go too hard or push too rough. You said yes at the time, telling him you’d say ‘Adler’ whenever you felt like he was on the verge of walking that fine line of pleasure and pain. You never had to use it though— he was always so careful to make sure you didn’t use it.

But this time, you want to amp it up. “Red, Yellow, Green.” you say.

“Red is for stop, yellow is for slow down, green is for go.” you mused, “When we get into this, I want us to be prepared. We can use those whenever we feel like we need to take it slower or stop completely. Just for future reference.”

Toshi turned over to face you, your leg hiking up his hip until it settled on his waist again. “Better safe than sorry?”

You nodded your head.

His eyes look so intensely into yours, brooding. “Tonight?”

You hummed, “Yep.”

Toshi got up. Had to get going to work, sadly, but you do enjoy the show as he pulled his shirt over his head and methodically changed into a white dress down shirt and slides the fitted black slacks— so painfully tight around his thighs— over his ass. You almost wonder what his co-workers think of him— probably thought he was a total hunk. Who wouldn’t? If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably be jealous.

He gave you kiss on the lips and pulled away, you hate it, hate how the warmth of his body on the bed cools, how the feeling of lips fades away to nothing, but you waved him off with a happy smile and a wish of a good-day then waited until you hear the click of the front door and the lock twisting.

The day goes by uneventful— you clean up the little messes that are around the house, watch a little stream service on the TV, nothing all that interesting; your mind always occupied with the single thought of what’s to happen tonight. You hope that overstimulation can help ease the both of you into this little plan of yours, something new, but not scary; something balanced. Not too intense to make Wakatoshi opposed to it, but something that can just feel good. For both of you. Around a quarter to eight-o’clock, you stand at the foot of your bed, a black set of lingerie thrown on.

You think, maybe— what if it’s a little too much for him? — Good lord, you’ve never felt this nervous. Lingerie was nothing you’ve ever really done for Toshi. Sure, maybe at some point you’d consider it sexy and empowering, give a little oomph in bed; but you never felt the need to wear anything more than your every-day, casual bra and underwear set with him. Wakatoshi loves your body either way, that much was sure. But this is for him, to show him that this is something new, that you’re putting effort into this.

When you hear the jingle of his keys in the lock, you tug an oversized shirt over your head and walk to the living room, completely abandoning your bottoms, and stand directly in front of the door to welcome him back home.

His work bag is hanging from his arm, and gods does he look delicious, even after hours of work. Toshi’s hair is all messy, like he’s been brushing his fingers through it the entire day— and knowing him, he probably was.

“Heya, honey.” you grin, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Wakatoshi chuckles, “Hello, honey.”

“I have a little surprise for you,” you tease. “I’ve been waiting all day for tonight.”

The faintest look of embarrassment crosses his face. “Have you?”

You hum, moving to grab his work bag to set it on the kitchen chair while he tends to removing his shoes and shrugging off his blazer— tight fucking arms, tight fucking ass. “I sure have,” and you turn, reach out to grab his hand and pull him close; just close enough to almost come chest to chest. “Have you?”

He shakes his head yes.

“Good,” you whisper, “I have a feeling we’ll love tonight, then.”

Your fingers gradually move up his arms and to his chest; soft, fleeting touches that leave his breath shuddering until you wrap a firm hand around the tie hanging from his neck. Wakatoshi barely notices until you pull on the fabric hard, planting your lips against his.

In what it seems like a matter of just a few seconds, his hands come flying to your waist— blazer forgotten on the floor— and you move to make the kiss deeper, and it’s so hungry, so fueled by that insane amount of desire in you— by your want to make him completely unfold. He’s breathing hard through his nose, shallow, desperate breaths, so focused on keeping himself together.

His hands move down to your thighs, skin of his fingers all calloused and rough, then lifts you up around his arms and presses either side of your legs against his waist. Locking your ankles together, you rest your arms comfortably over his shoulders and jerk your lips away, ignoring the way his mouth follows your movement to try and catch you again— cause you’re already at his ear, panting: “Bedroom.”

Wakatoshi grunts and walks you two toward the bedroom, kicking the half-open door and dropping you down on the bed, settling his knees to lay in between your thighs. You’re both breathing like crazy, his eyes so blown out with lust you can just barely see his pupils under the dim shade of the light from your night lamp.

You twirl his tie back around your fingers and pull him in for another searing, hot kiss. This time, he groans into your mouth, and fuck, it’s so fucking amazing to hear. Makes you so happy you’re making him feel good— so happy you’re able to make him feel even better. You tug at his shirt— so tight around his fucking arms— yank at the buttons at the front so hard he gets the message and pushes back, unbuttons the shirt himself— and god, it feels like ages until it’s finally totally undone, you can’t help it when you push it up and past his shoulders, down his arms; and throw it somewhere on the bedroom floor, totally abandoned in you two’s frenzy.

His hands grasp at the bottom edge of your shirt, pulls it over your head and lets out the most dangerous noise you’ve ever heard from him in your entire life— it’s so choked, like his brain just fizzed out and he’s about to pass out from not getting enough air.

In truth, you never thought you’d get this type of reaction to lingerie before. It’s simple— just a cute little lace up bra with a medium bow placed just in between the valley of your boobs, but it seems to do the trick as Toshi reels back, unfastens his slacks and slides them down his thighs— you worship his thighs — kicks it off and tosses it somewhere behind him. It almost makes you laugh, the idea of it all: you wearing lingerie and Wakatoshi nearly just losing his shit from it. You’re sure to make a mental note to buy more sets, next time.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs a shaky, trembling version of your name, “you’re so beautiful, honey.”

You smile, bringing your hips up to slowly meet the fabric of his boxers, still annoyingly on, and bask in the sound of him holding back a gasp, mouth open and agape so prettily. “Off, off, please.” you beg, and fuck, you don’t even care how early you’re begging into the game, you want this so badly nothing else matters.

Wakatoshi makes a sound in the back of his throat, fingers slipping under the waist-band of his underwear and slowly, way too slowly, drags them down his legs. Like he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make a complete mess of you.

You’ve always known he was big. It’s self-explanatory, one look at the rest of him and it’d be physically impossible for him not to be huge— and while it’s a great, all-so-amazing thing for you, it was probably one of the things Toshi was scared of when you two first fucked. His dick’s so big— so thick, gods, so incredibly thick, it always stretches you out in the best way imaginable.

In turn, he reaches behind you and undoes your bra, slipping the straps past your arms and leaving it to join the growing pile of clothes on your bedroom floor. He sighs at the view of your tits out, leaning over to carefully take one of your nipples into his mouth. Instantly, you card your fingers through his hair, closing your hand into a tight fist and relishing in the feeling of how his tongue moves against the sensitive skin— hollowing out his cheeks and sucking, you yelp, back arching and hips jumping against his cock, hard between his thighs.

He groans again, fiddling with the top of your panties and waits until you lift your hips up to take them off. Before he can continue any further, you hold yourself up onto your elbows and mewl out an embarrassing, “Let me ride you, Wakatoshi. Please, fuck, please let me get on top.”

Humming, he grabs a firm hold of your hips and turns both of you over until he’s on his back.

“I’m gonna take such good care of you, Toshi.” you drawl, “You want this, honey? God, I want you so bad, baby. You want me?”

He nods.

“Come on, sweetheart. Please talk to me. Tell me how much you want me,” you whine. Fuck, you want to hear him. You want to know how much he wants you. You need it.

“Want you so bad,” he rasps, “Love you so much. Want this so, so bad. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this today.”

“You and me, sweetheart,” you laugh, finding your balance to sit up on his stomach, thighs firmly set on either side of his waist. “I love you too, baby. I need this, I need this so bad. I don’t think I can wait, baby.”

He sucks in a breath through his teeth, “I know. Just be careful, honey. I want you too, baby, I just don’t know If we prepared enough, don’t want to hurt—“

You drop open your mouth in a silent scream at the feeling of his cock filling you so entirely; so fucking big, such a big fucking stretch, you almost feel bad for not doing more foreplay, but fuck, his face is absolute paradise. The moment your hips meet his, he flings his head back into the pillows, mouth parting and eyes clenching down shut in a desperate way of keeping himself in check. He doesn’t let his sounds out— swallows it back down, keeps it deep in the back of his throat.

But you want to hear him, want to encourage him to make more noise, so you begin bouncing, lifting your ass into the air just far enough and then sliding back down, fast, until he finally begins to crumble, finally starts to let the side down. And he’s so pretty, sounds so pretty. His strangled gasps fill the room, and you’re almost convinced you should keep your moans in just to be able to hear him clearer.

“I love you, Toshi. I love you so fucking much, oh my fucking god,” you say, “We can cum together, baby. Please, let’s cum together.”

“Cum—“ Wakatoshi pants, “Yes, cum together. Together, baby. I want to feel good with you, want to make you feel so good.”

You pick up the pace despite how much it hurts your legs; jump up and down on his cock until the only thing he can let out are sad little grunts and moans. Toshi throws his hips up to meet your thrusts— breathing so hard you almost feel like he’s on the verge of death— and that’s how you know he’s close. So, with a smile, you encourage him.

“I know you’re close, baby.”

He groans.

“It’s okay, Waka. Cum with me, okay? Please, baby, want you so bad!” you wail, legs shaking and eyes blurry, “Cum, cum with me. Please, just cum with me—“

“I’m gonna,” he breathes out, “I love you, honey. I’m gonna…”

“I know,” you lean over to stroke his hair out his face, “Do it for me, baby.”

With a loud, half-moaned, half-choked grunt of your name, he cums.

Christ, he never disappoints. He’s still filling you full, even after almost thirty seconds after his orgasm, and fuck, it feels so good. He’s catching his breath, eyes fogged over and muscles tense under your fingertips, but you know this isn’t over. Maybe the thought of continuing left Wakatoshi’s mind the second he came, maybe the thought of overstimulation would simply make him break, but you can’t put into words how badly you want him to.

You lift your legs, not without strain, and slam down.

Of course you and Wakatoshi have gone multiple rounds before, but they’ve always been spread apart, meant to give you both time to gather yourselves before heading into it again. You know exactly how sensitive Toshi can be, especially after being rode to good heaven, so it’s no surprise to you when he lolls his head back again; a loud, destroyed moan on his tongue.

“Yes! Oh god, yes, I love you Waka.” you nearly shout, “Feel with me!”

Your clit buzzes every time you go down on him, still sensitive from your first orgasm— but watching Wakatoshi under you is more than you could ever ask for, seeing him unfurl is absolutely beautiful.

“So,” he breathes, hard. “So fucking sensitive— I don’t, I don’t think I— I’m, fuck!”

“You can take more, honey. I know you can,” you cry, “For me. For me, right?”

He nods, so determined to make you happy, to make you feel good.

You bring your lips to his neck, licking a hot wet stripe up the side, and you don’t even know how you’re holding yourself together, don’t have the slightest idea as to how you’re not shattering at just the mere sight of Wakatoshi breaking, but the string rounding in your stomach spins, twists; Suddenly, with a shout from both of you, you cum again. It’s so strong, racks through each of your bodies so hard you swear you see stars, swear you see galaxies explode behind Wakatoshi’s eyes.

You leave some time for him to catch his breath, let his chest even out some before holding his head between your hands. “Fuck me, Toshi. That’s all we need. I just want us to break, baby. Come on, you can do it, please.”

He groans, and it’s whiney, like he doesn’t have the means to get himself up and fuck you again, but by some miracle, he uses his strength, whatever that’s left of it, to tip you both over so he’s on top, dick still inside of you.

“Overstimulate us, baby.” you beg.

He shakes in response, pulls you in to his chest until his face is hidden in the crook of your neck, then, he snaps his hips back; moaning into your skin, then pushes back in. He repeats the movement, slow at first, until he starts to build it up into something faster, something more intense. His mouth is wide open, breath hot, lifting his head up far enough to whisper babble into your ear.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he says. “Gonna overstim you,” his voice breaks— “Gonna make you happy, honey. Make you… Just want to make you feel good.”

It’s something about the way he says it, the way he just sounds so wrecked. It ignites a whole new fire in the pit of your stomach; the want to see him break further, knowing he can go further, knowing you can, too.

“You make me feel so good,” you murmur against his head, “Just—“

Wakatoshi speeds his thrusts up, and god, you try to hold back the scream, but it just comes out so broken and tattered, pussy so sensitive it almost hurts, the feeling of his cock every time it just ever so slightly brushes against your clit makes you wanna cry.

You hold onto the back of his head, stroke his hair and feel him shudder against you. It’s so fucking amazing.

Feeling it building again, you wrap your thighs around his waist, damn the shake of your legs and the feeling they might fall off— you press him closer, and with a quiet, whispered: “Cum.” both of you fall apart.

Wakatoshi is in bliss. Can tell by the way his eyes are clenched shut and his tongue is falling out his mouth. He keeps filling you up, so full you doubt you’ll ever be able to get it all out.

Never in your entire life would you imagine Toshi like this— and you want more.

He pulls back, cock sliding out and he’s gasping, a combination of both of your fluids dripping out of your pussy and onto the covers— you can tell the sensitivity is really getting to him now, but you press the heels of your feet into his ass, make him thrust back in with a rough jerk of your legs.

“Oh, oh fuck!” he yells, “Can’t. Please, god. Honey!”

You throw your head back into the pillows and cry at the feeling of him against you. Your voice is so gurgled, so thrown together you can barely recognize it as your own.

You howl, “Please, one. One. One more! Do it with me, baby. Please. Please.”

“Fuck,” he chokes on his own spit, “Honey, baby, I—“

“Just,” you have to breathe in, your lungs screaming for more air, “One. One, baby. One, Wakatoshi, more!”

Toshi’s legs shake as he tries to steady himself, starts resuming his thrusts— and every single time it feels like you’re being electrocuted; like a billion of tiny shocks focus in on just your pussy, it feels like too much, is too much, but you’d kill to see Wakatoshi like this, so no way in hell were you gonna stop so close to the finish line.

He muffles his moans into your neck, tries so hard to hide his sounds from you— fisting his hair, hand trembling and verging on numb, you tug his head back. His eyes are closed shut, mouth hung open in a large ‘O’. This is the most fucked out you’ve probably ever seen him, and oh my god, you love it so much.

“It’s okay.” you say, “Close, baby. Are you close?”

“Yes,” he chants.

“Cum for me, Toshi.” you growl, hips jerking up wildly, thighs twitching, body fucking breaking.

“Honey.”

“Cum for me, Wakatoshi.”

Saying his full name seems to do it for him, because the moment the words leave your mouth, he’s collapsing onto you, letting out the single most loudest moan he’s ever let out, knees pressed into the bed, cock so deep you can feel it in your stomach— and the amount of cum you feel inside you is tremendous; like you’re about to explode. He stares at you, eyes fuzzy and glossy. Thoroughly fucked, you let out a sigh of total relief as he finally pulls out of you, dick limp.

Toshi is quick to get off of you, hates that he put his entire body weight on you, and drops down to the empty space beside you.

He’s still catching his breath.

“I…” you start, until you decide it’s better to just leave it, that you’re not ready to form sentences and close your eyes.

After a good thirty-so minutes, you two still haven’t talked, so instead you turn over on your side, no matter the soreness in between your legs, and hug him close.

Toshi’s the first one to break the silence. “That… was amazing.”

Clearing your throat, you look up at him. “Was it really? Did you enjoy it?”

“I’ve never felt like that in my entire life.” He admits.

You laugh, tracing circles on his chest with your finger. “I’m glad.”

“What’s next?”

“Oh, whoa, tiger. Is someone looking forward to our next experiment?”

Wakatoshi rolls his eyes, leans over to kiss the top of your head. “What if I am?”

“Well, I have a few ideas in mind. We could do whatever interests you.”

“Anything that involves you interests me,” he points out.

“Oh, please,” you grunt as you sit up, wincing at the feeling. “Stop being cheesy.”

“It’s true,” he tries his best not to smile.

“We’ll talk about it when our bed sheets aren’t covered in us .”

He comes to be hyper aware of the dampness between him and the sheets, staring at you like you’ve grown another head. “That might be a good idea.”

“You think? Let’s wash up, sweetheart.”

“Together?”

“Wouldn’t want anything else.”

”Who’s being cheesy now?” he tilts his head.

“Jesus, you’re annoying. Up, up. Let’s go.”

[harlowhockeystick]

Hi can I request a Josh Anderson blurb where he comforts his girlfriend using the prompts: "can i hug you?", "i'm scared" and "it's okay to be afraid”. Thanks 😊

blurb weekend, every weekend

contains: cuss words, mentions of an injury, physical fight, fem reader, verbal argument

i changed the second prompt just slightly, i hope that's okay :)

josh knew what the opposing player was trying to do. josh knew that the words that were coming from the opponents mouth were meaningless, and he should let them go in one ear and out the other. he knew that you were in the stands for the first time as his girlfriend, and the last thing he wanted you to see was a fight on the ice.

and josh was pretty good at controlling his temper. though he hadn't learned to control his tongue quite yet, he has gotten better at controlling his hands when on the ice. biting his tongue instead of dropping gloves, going back to the bench and focusing on his next shift.

but this time, he wasn't able to. the more the defenseman chirped, the more red josh saw. shift after shift he kept pushing josh's buttons. and by the third period, he had enough.

all it took was one more chirp and josh threw his stick to the ice and dropped his gloves. pulling the opposing defenseman in by his jersey he let his frustrations out by the use of his fists. but the opponent fought back. managing to get out of josh's firm grip the other hockey player used his fists too, letting out his frustrations on josh. the crowd was loud as the two continued to lash it out on each other.

blood was drawn and colorful language was spoken. when the ref's finally pulled the two apart, they skated to the respective penalty boxes, still chirping away. josh had some bloody knuckles that were being tended to in the box.

the penalty ended with just a couple minutes to go in the game, both josh and the defenseman skate out of the box and finish the remainder of the game. ultimately it was the habs that came away with the win. they took their victory lap and the three stars of the game were introduced after the game.

you saw josh after the game back at his place. he told you not to wait for him at the arena, instead just heading back to his apartment. you anxiously waited for him to walk through the door as you sat on his couch. a blanket wrapped around you, the faint background noise of the tv is the only thing that's distracting your mind.

an hour later he walks through the door, with heavy shoulders and a long face. he is exhausted. josh is wearing a few butterfly bandaids on his face, and his right hand is taped up. those things worried you even more. pausing the tv you stand on your knees on the soft couch cushions as josh walks towards you, dropping his bag on the floor.

pressing his left hand, the one without bandages, he softly caressed your cheek and gave you a soft smile. you copied his grin, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. "can i hug you?" you asked, causing josh to giggle a little bit.

"you don't ever have to ask for a hug, y/n." he leaned down and wrapped you up in a warm hug, kissing the side of your head as he did so. you stayed there for a second, closing your eyes and let yourself ease a little in his touch.

your relationship with josh is still relatively new. you've been dating for about four months now and there is still a lot to figure out. you have watched his games on the television or stream, and being a montreal native you've gone to games since you could remember. but this was your first game as his girlfriend, so your emotions were already amped up.

"how are you feeling?" you asked, watching him walk around the couch and sit next to you. he kicked his shoes off and rested his feet on the coffee table, putting his arm around you. you are hesitant to lean into him and he notices. he takes note of the tension between the two of you and he knows the exact reason why.

"i think i should be asking you that," he says, turning his torso so that he can face you. "i'm sorry you had to see that, i really didn't want it to happen with you there." you looked down, shaking your head as you pulled part of the soft blanket to cover him up as well.

"it's okay, i mean it's apart of the sport. but it was just," you paused and took a breath, looking up at josh and glancing over the smaller cuts and bruises. "it was just different watching it and knowing my boyfriend was apart of it, if that makes sense. i was kinda scared, honestly."

josh frowns, his grey eyes scanning over your body. he understands what you mean perfectly. and he hates that you felt that way. "it's okay to be scared, but i'm sorry you were scared." josh presses a kiss to your forehead, giving you a small smile. "do you wanna stay the night?" he asked you, pulling you closer to him.

"yeah, but i don't have any overnight clothes though." you responded and he snickered. josh turned the television off and stood up, pulling you back towards his room by your hand.

"that won't be a problem baby, i promise."

[tommybaholland]

how they deal with spiders/bugs

featuring: kenma, bokuto, nishinoya, yamaguchi, and suna

thought i’d try a different style this time and i liked how it came out! hope you enjoy it too :)

kenma

he usually doesn’t notice until you say something 

when he does spot the spider, he isn’t fazed by it either 

but he’s still disgusted that there’s a spider in the house 

grimaces as he kills it, especially if it makes a crunching noise

“ken, there’s a spider right there.”

“really? oh. i didn’t notice it.”

“how could you not notice when it’s practically dangling right in front of your face?”

typical kenma, too engrossed in his new game that he can’t even see the spider crawling down the wall in front of him. he could catch the hint that you didn’t want to take care of it though. or rather, he wants it gone just as much as you do. 

“ew. okay. i’ll get it.” 

he grabs a tissue and plucks it off the wall like it’s nothing. you see the disgusted look on his face as he turns back around, tongue poking out as he looks into the tissue to confirm the dead spider corpse. he goes into the bathroom to flush it before returning to continue his game. 

once he’s back in bed and comfy next to you, you lean over to give him a lingering kiss on the cheek. the gesture makes his cheeks flush with pink, effectively grabbing his attention.

“thank you, ken.” you lean your head against his shoulder, snuggling up to him.

he returns the affection with a small kiss to your head. “of course, cutie.” 

bokuto

he’s the type to act tough when taking care of a bug 

but then it’ll move like .01 millimeters and he’ll freak out 

needs a super long broom to swat at it  

you usually end up being the one to deal with it 

after about five minutes of consecutive, “i’m going” declarations, he finally gets up from his seat next to you to go inspect the wall behind you. 

“this thing’s gonna regret ever stepping foot into this-- oh my god, BABE!”

“what is it?”

“this isn’t ‘mid-size.’ it might as well be paying rent-- oh my god, and it has all these legs. ew ew ew. why are you making me do this?”

you laughed a little. “you said you wanted to do it!” 

“ughhhh, okay. i did say that. alright. let me just get this--oh my god, it just moved. babe please, can you come help me?”

you turn around in your seat to see your defeated boyfriend holding up his weapon of choice: a broom. he held it out in front of him like the bug was suddenly going to grow a thousand times its size and attack. you get up and take the broom from him and swat at the wall, making the small intruder fall. he stands behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he shields himself away. 

you make sure it’s dead and everything before using a tissue to pick it up and dispose of it where he won’t find it. 

“it’s gone, right? yay! great job, babe!” he praises, wrapping you in a bear hug and hugging you tight. “i have the best s/o ever and no bug will ever come between us!”

nishinoya

he’s admitted that he used to be scared of many things as a kid 

but he’s passed all that now and bugs are no exception 

you’re the one to encourage him NOT to kill it, especially if it’s harmless

he just wants to protect you at all costs

“where is it, babe? i’ll get it,” your boyfriend declares, holding up a shoe.

“over there, but noya you don’t have to--”

“okay, bug. you don’t mess with my beautiful, gorgeous, sweet s/o!” 

he gets all amped up over this tiny thing and puts all his power into launching the shoe right at it. you kinda felt bad for the bug, wincing at the sound of impact. 

“you didn’t have to kill it, you know,” you stated. 

“but sweetheart, i just wanted to take care of it for you,” he pouts. it seemed he thought you would have the opposite reaction.

“i know but it wasn’t any threat to me at all.” 

“it’s just a bug,” he retorts. “get over it.”

you stay silent after that and it makes him immediately regret what he said. it’s not uncommon that he’ll take something over the top. for the most part, you’ve accepted that he’s not perfect. but you have your own sensitivities and the last thing he wants is for you to be upset with him. he’s willing to swallow his pride for your sake. 

“i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t think it would make you upset. it was stupid and i’ll try not to go crazy next time.”

you hear apologies from him quite often but you’re never stone-cold about it. 

“it’s okay, yu. i know you didn’t mean for it to be like that. but i can get the bug next time, okay?”

he laughs, wrapping his arms around your neck and kissing your cheek. “okay. that’s my tough s/o. i love you.” 

yamaguchi

not a fan of dealing with bugs nor killing them

would rather you or someone else take care of it

but if he has to, he’ll muster up the courage to do it himself

talks to the culprit in question to hype himself up, and will not accept any help from you

“okay, mr. spider, don’t jump out and bite me--”

“are you sure you don’t need any help, tadashi?”

“no, no. i got it. it’s almost gone. don’t worry-- AH.”

you hear a few thumps and are about to get up to go investigate until your boyfriend stumbles into the room. his cheeks were flushed and the cowlick stood comically tall on his head. 

“it’s gone.”

“wow, you seemed to have put up a fight,” you joked, getting up to go hug him. 

he takes you in his arms, laughing softly as he wraps his arms around you. “well, you should’ve seen him. but maybe i should’ve let it bite me. then maybe i’d have cool spider powers.”

“hmm, no. i like you just the way you are. so tough...tough tadashi.”

you lean up to kiss his freckled cheek before resting your head on his chest. “thank you.”

he grins softly at your affection. he will definitely be taking care of all the bugs now. 

suna 

will want you to take care of it bc he can be kinda lazy :P

and if you’re willing, he’ll encourage you not to kill it and take it outside 

you’ll receive a lot of praise and kisses after the fact 

but if it really bothers you, he’ll get up and take care of it 

“oh, you scared me,” he replies, walking up closer to you. “i thought this was something serious.”

“this is serious, rin,” you frown as he rubs a comforting hand over your shoulder.

“baby, it’s just a little bug. i think you can handle it.” 

you hug him from the side, holding him closer to you. 

“can’t you do it?”

“he obviously chose you to help him get back outside so i think you should do it,” he beams, patting you gently on the head.

“you just don’t want to do it, do you?” you reply, unamused. 

“if it really, really bothers you, then i’ll take care of it,” he compromises. “but i’ll give you a reward if you do it.”

“and i can’t kill it?”

“no. it’s close enough to the door that you can get a cup and some paper to put him back outside. now, go ahead,” he encourages with a soft push on your back. 

he coaches you through the entire operation of getting the bug back outside and once it’s gone, he makes sure you get all the praise and attention.

“see? i knew you could do it,” he reassures, his arms wrapped around your waist. “now for your reward...you get all my kisses and hugs.”

he makes you giggle as he kisses all over your face, not missing a single spot. 

“you get that anyway but i’ll give you extra this time.” 

hope we’re having a lovely haikyuu night! send a request for more..

[bestiesenpai]

Toji with a little bunny hybrid, that’s the tweet. TW: noncon that turns dubcon, forced orgasm,

Bunnies were fast, evolution had trained them to be that way. Always skittish and ready to run, a predator could come at anytime and kill them. You were no exception, running as fast as you could right now.

“L-leave me alone!” You sobbed, running through an abandoned neighborhood. Ducking in and out of alleys, there was always the feeling of that man chasing you and he wasn't far behind.

“C’mon little bunny, I have a carrot for you!” He shouted back, laughing maniacally at his own words. Doubling down on your efforts, you took an unexpected turn and lost him.

There were some old boxes behind a dumpster, and you dove right into them. Curling yourself tightly into a ball, you tried to calm your shaking breath and trembling body. Listening keenly to the world around you, it was silent.

“Caught you!” A hand dove between the boxes and grabbed the base of your ears, yanking you up and into the alleyway.

“Stop! Stop! Let me go!” Your screams were mixed with frantic sobs, your hands clawing at his to let you go. “P-please sir!” You hiccuped loudly, looking up at him with eyes clouded with tears.

“Well would you look at that! You’re pretty cute!” He says it mockingly, shaking you by the ears for effect. “You got a little tail too?”

“Stop!” You try to fight it, but he turns you around and chuckles at your little white tail. His hand gives it a sharp tug and on instinct your leg kicks back and nails him in the shin.

“Got some fight still you in, huh.” Facing you again, the man smirks widely at you. He’s truly getting a kick out of this and the scar at the corner of his mouth stretches as well.

“L-let- let me go.” Whining now, you thrash your body a few more times.

“I got someone paying me a lot of money for you and I’m not about to let that slip away. Now come here.” Easily manhandled by this burly creature, you’re held by the waist under his arm, like a limp doll.

It’s not far from where you are to where you’re going. A nondescript housing block in a poor neighborhood. The man walks past a few people in the halls and all of them avoid looking at your pleading face staring back at them. Whoever this man was made people scared.

“Home sweet home, bunny bitch.” Dropping you on the floor as soon as he kicks the door closed, the man snorts when you scramble away to the farthest wall. It’s a small studio you’re in, the kitchen not even a few feet away from your head. There’s a mattress on the floor in the corner, messy blankets and pillows strewn about.

Your eyes catch sight of the small window above the kitchen sink. It would be a tight squeeze, but if you could just push enough of your body out you could make it, even if it was a long way down.

“Hey.” Grabbing your head roughly, the man turns you to look at him. “You tryina jump out that window?”

“N-no!” Pushing him away, you feel the corded muscles of his chest under his shirt. There was a thing on his shoulder, it looked like a worm, and you’d seen it spit out weapons for him.

“Think about leaving this place, I’ll cut off one of your feet. They’re good luck, aren’t they?”

“No!” You shout again, tucking your feet under yourself. With a sick laugh, the man pushes your head against the wall and leaves to the bathroom. He can hear you crying outside the door, cursing him and whoever was making him do this.

When he comes back to the main room, your cries immediately stop. You clam up, simultaneously avoiding his gaze and watching him. It’s cute to watch you, still amped up from adrenaline and scared.

“Say bunny, you got a name?” He asks, grabbing himself a glass of water. You took one glance at him and went back to staring at the floor. “Hey!” The man barked, kicking the wall right by your head and planting his boot on it, making you scream. “I asked you a fucking question, didn’t I?”

“I-it’s-it’s-”

“It it it it’s what?”

“(Y/N)!” Throwing your hands in front of your face, you wanted to avoid his pointed gaze. Fresh tears were falling now, dripping down your chin.

“What a cute name for a cute bunny.” He sneered. Looking down his nose at you, he grinned. “Not that it matters but my name is Toji. Toji Fushiguro.”

“Okay.” You whispered pitifully, nodding your head. The more Toji looked at you, the more he was beginning to like you. You were a cute little bunny thing, absolutely scared beyond all reason, and seeing you cower and make those little noises had him getting excited.

Taking a drink of his water, Toji poured the rest on your head. Jerking away from the stream, the water caught the back of your shirt and soaked it. Toji laughed, watching you scurry away to the other side of his room near his bed.

“Don’t like water?” He teased. The water had stained your back, making your shirt see through. Toji could see the straps of your bra plain as day, and when you lifted your shirt to try and fan it dry, he got a glimpse of your bare back as well.

What happens next is a blur. One moment, your trying to dry your shirt off, the next your face is being pushed into the edge of the mattress and your shirt hiked up your back.

“Stop!” You try to reach back and hit him but it’s no use, you don’t hit hard enough to stop him from yanking your shirt off.

“I can’t have you getting sick with that wet shirt on, little bunny. Best if we take it off.” Tojis hand that’s not holding you down takes your bra off in one go. Your hands rush to hold onto it and protect yourself and in doing so you’re nudged by his knee further onto the bed.

Your arms are crossed tightly across your chest as he flips you over and the look of determination you have makes him grin. It’s funny that you think you can stop him from doing what he wants, it truly is.

Grabbing your wrists, it takes him all of two seconds to rip your bra off and pin your arms to your sides. You’re kicking him in the chest and stomach, but Toji’s used to it. And besides, a little bunny like you doesn’t have nearly enough strength to fight off such an offending predator.

“Ya know, the guy who wants you is a real sick fuck.” He says, sitting on top of your legs and staring at your chest. “He wants to do all sorts of things with you, he told me himself.” Toji can see your eyes begin to widen slightly. “Oh yeah, little bunny, he said he was going to fuck you raw every chance he got, forcing you to take his cock whenever he wanted. He wouldn't even get you wet, just sticking it in and hoping you bleed and cry every time.”

“Stop it.”

“You know what he said he really wants to do with you?”

“I don’t wanna hear it!”

“He said he’s gonna get a group of all his friends and watch as they abuse your little holes until you pass out. Probably drug you up so you can’t run away or make any noise, too. Gonna tie you up and-”

“Stop!”

“Do you not like that? You don’t want to know what your future holds?” Toji wasn’t lying either, it was the truth. There were so many other things the two of them had discussed, much sicker than what even he was used to. “And if you get pregnant-”

“No, no!” You’d had enough. You don’t want to know anymore. “Please, I’ll do anything, don’t take me to him!”

“Anything?”

“Yes! I don’t want to go to there!” Sniffling pathetically, you finally looked him in the eye. Anything would be better than what he had described was waiting for you.

“Make me happy and I’ll see what I can do for you.” Your face falters, you know exactly what he means but you refuse to believe it.

“W-what?”

“Don’t play dumb little bunny.” Letting go of one of your hands, Toji grabs your breast roughly. “You know what I mean.” Giving your nipple a harsh squeeze, Toji smirks when your hand flies up to hold his wrist.

“I-I-”

“I’ll take what I want either way, but at least you’ll have a fighting chance.” Leaning down over you, the expanse of his chest is enough to block out the one overhead light that's on.

Unable to answer verbally, you bite your lip and nod your head. Your gaze wavers from his, dropping down to where his shirt has dipped and exposed more of his chest.

“Good girl.” Squeezing your breast a little softer this time, Toji makes his descent. Smothering you with his lips, he bites you to make your mouth open and slide his tongue in. He laps at the few drops of blood that drip out, the metallic tang mixing with your saliva.

The kiss is easily overwhelming, and you let go of his wrist to push at his face. You’re quickly running out of air, getting lightheaded as the seconds tick by. After you’re sufficiently drained does Toji break the kiss, watching the saliva drip down your face as you gasp for air.

Bumping your chin up with his head, Toji bites down on the side of your neck. Breathlessly, you squeal, smacking him in the face from the sudden pain.

“You’re such a rough little bunny, hitting me like that.” Toji coos, licking at the mark that’s quickly bruising. He doesn’t mind it, likes it actually - prey that’s still willing to fight back is the best kind.

An unintelligible whine leaves you, and he bites you again. The pain is enough to make you wriggle and every so often you hit him again when it’s too much. Every smack on his face makes Toji groan a little bit, rutting his hips against yours each time.

After your neck is sufficiently covered in the marks of his teeth, he moves to your chest and does the same thing. His messy black hair is tickling you, and you let go of his face to brush it away from you.

“Getting soft on me?” He teases, looking up at you.

“No!” You’re quick to answer. Toji laughs at that and nips at your skin one more time. Quickly capturing one of your nipples, he isn’t gentle with it, rolling it between his teeth and pressing on it too hard with his tongue.

It makes you groan, but otherwise you try to remain silent. It hurts, and there’s no reprieve from it as he switches to the other one. Your skin is littered marks, bruises you’ll feel for a long while after this.

Gasping loudly as Toji rips your bottoms off, you try to stop him from forcing your legs open.

“Thought you wanted to make me happy, bunny?”

“Not there, please!” You shake your head, legs struggling against the iron grip he has.

“Hm.” Grunting and rolling his eyes, Toji hoists your legs up behind the knee, forcing them against your chest. “Look at your little cunt.” With a cocky grin, Toji hooks your panties to the side and stares. “You’re a little wet.”

“No, no I’m not.” You shake your head again, harder this time against the mattress.

“Liar liar.” He tsks. His finger dips down to your slit, making you jump and hit your head on the wall. “Careful now bunny, don’t want you getting hurt.” Swirling his finger, Toji presents it to you. You are wet, regrettably so, and it makes shame soak you.

Screwing your eyes shut, you let out a little whine when he pushes his finger inside you. It’s thick and calloused, much bigger and more unforgiving than your own. He pumps it a few times, rubbing the pad against your spongey walls.

“I wonder...” Toji thinks out loud. His finger slows to a stop before fully withdrawing.

“Woah!” You’re pushed and pulled again until you’re laying the right way on the bed, your head pushed into the pillows and your ass up in the air. “What’re you doing?!” You shriek, trying to push yourself up to look at him. Toji is now behind you, gripping your ass in his hands.

“I just want a taste, bunny.” Spreading your ass apart, Toji spits directly on your asshole, smirking as it and your cunt clench around nothing. It drips down into the slick beginning to seep out, mixing together until they’re the one and the same.

“Ah!” Your body lurches forward when his tongue comes into contact with your cunt, and it earns you a harsh smack on the ass.

“Don’t try and run away now.” Toji speaks, his voice slightly muffled with how close he is. His tongue easily finds your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it.

“T-to-” It feels good, it feels good and you hate that it feels good. Your body gets hotter, and you’re fighting with yourself to not push back against him. With a firm grip on you, Toji shoves his tongue as deep as it’ll go inside you. Drawing out a long moan from you, he laps at your cunt and nearly cums from feeling your walls contract around his tongue.

Obscene slurping noises fill the room as he eats you out with a fervor, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it quickly. You soon lose the battle with yourself and begin to try and hump his face, bouncing your hips and pushing yourself into him.

“Good little bunny.” He pulls back enough to speak and then goes back in. He smacks your ass again, grinning when you yelp. The sting from his palm makes you push back even harder, practically grinding yourself on his face.

“I-I’m gonna-” You pant, overwhelmed with the pleasure that he’s forcing on you. Your senses are quickly becoming overloaded, stinging your brain and making it go foggy.

You cum with a loud cry and Toji fucks you through it, his mouth moving even faster to drink up your release. His tongue has made you an even bigger mess than before, a mix of saliva and your release smeared all over your sex.

Pulling back, Toji lets your spent body fall limply to the mattress. Your tail is twitching randomly, your legs still shaking slightly. Almost gently he coaxes you onto your back, gripping your chin to focus your attention on him.

“You don’t think we’re done, do you?”

“Huh?” The words he's saying don't make sense, but you watch him undress regardless. His body is beautifully sculpted with multiple scars and plenty of muscle. When his cock is freed from his pants, it slaps loudly against his stomach. It’s huge both in length and in thickness, waking up part of your brain in fear.

“Say ‘ahhh’.” He sticks his tongue out, forcing your mouth open with his hands. Climbing up your body, he cages you in with his knees on either side and puts the tip of his cock against your lips.

“I-I’ve never-” Your words are cut off as he pushes his cock past your teeth and into your mouth.

“Don’t bite me if you know what’s good for you.” He’s still holding your mouth open and you open it a little more so your teeth don’t graze him. The look in his eyes is enough to tell you to be careful, even if this is your first time.

Toji starts you off moderately easy, shallowly thrusting his cock into your mouth. Your tongue lays dead, unsure of what to do - or if you should do anything at all. Eventually, Toji lets go of your mouth and it stays open.

“Suck.” He commands, pushing in one of your cheeks. “Like it’s a lollipop.” You do as you’re told, hollowing your cheeks and sucking. There’s saliva pooling in your mouth and you rapidly swallow it, making Toji shiver at the feeling.

“This is gonna be your favorite candy, little bunny. The best lollipop you’ve ever had.” He says it more for himself than for you. Grabbing the side of your head, Toji thrusts a little harder into you, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

Your eyes fly open and look up at him, but it’s no use. He sees the pleading look in your eyes and the way tears prick your lashes, but he doesn’t stop. He does it again and you gag harder and slap his thigh.

“Remember the teeth.” He warns, and then he’s forcing your nose to brush his stomach with a tight grip on your head. There’s pitifully frantic noises coming from your throat, clicking against the tip of his cock and making him groan.

Toji lets you go, lets you get a couple proper breaths in before he does it again. You begin to cry as he fucks your throat, your mouth struggling to stay open and hollow your cheeks. Snot begins to run down your nose, mixing with your tears and saliva.

“Oh, don't be so sad.” Toji mocks, roughly wiping away your tears. “I thought you’d like this? Am I wrong?” He knows he’s wrong and watching you try to nod in agreement makes him chuckle. “Oh well.” He shrugs, pushing your face down again. Your body is actively trying to get him out, he can feel your tongue and throat and hands pushing at him.

Only when he's on the verge of cumming does Toji stop. He lets your head go and fall back onto the pillows. You’re absolutely spent, and curl up into the pillow as best you can, staining it with your tears.

You don’t try and fight him when he moves down your body again and wraps your legs around his waist. The tip of his cock slaps against your clit a few times, making you jolt but otherwise unresponsive.

“Hey bunny.” His voice is a whisper, making you turn your heavy head and look at him. “You a virgin?”

“Yeah.” Wiping your nose like a child, you expect him to say he’ll go slow. Nothing about him suggests that, and you know he won’t, but there’s still hope.

“Not anymore.” Is what he says instead. He bottoms out immediately, groaning loudly as his cock is stuffed into your cunt. The tip bumps your cervix, instantly molding your walls to fit around him.

Your shout echoes in the room. One leg unwinds from him to kick at his chest, and Toji catches your foot before it slides up and hits him in the face.

“Careful now.” Squeezing your ankle, he puts that foot on top of his shoulder and nestles even deeper inside of you. Grinding his pelvis against you, Toji looms over your face. Kissing you again, he draws out slightly.

He humps you shallowly at first, getting a feel for your body and how tight you are. He can barely pull out until you’re sucking him right back in, milking him with every stroke.

Pulling out fully, he does one full stroke and you moan into his mouth. He smiles at that, his teeth hitting against yours. He repeats the motion a few more times, building up the slapping of his hips against yours.

“Toji!” You finally say his name as you turn your head to the side and break the kiss, gasping for air again. The pounding of your heart is so loud that you’re sure he can hear it too. It’s making your ears ring, and tears are once again misting your lashes.

“Say my name like that again.” He groans, dropping his head to your neck and biting down on a mark already there. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The foot on his shoulder slides off and rejoins along his waist.

“To-ji!” You squeal, bumping your hips up when one of his hands goes back down to rub your clit. The stimulation from his cock is already too much, making you go dizzy, and the added sensation of his calloused fingers massaging the swollen bud had your back arching high off the bed.

“Fuck yes, bunny.” Sitting up slightly, he looked down between your bodies. “You’re absolutely creaming on me.” You had no idea what that meant, but you nodded like you did. Pressing his chest against you, Toji lifted your hips up.

“Ah-ahhh, To-” Babbling like an idiot, you cum on his cock, squirting all over him. Your nails raked down his back leaving angry red trails, your body clenching up tightly.

Pulling back to look, Toji and you stare at his crotch. It’s absolutely soaked and so is the inside of your thighs. Giving your thigh a slap, Toji forces you onto your stomach and shoves a pillow under you to keep your hips up.

With your legs laying flat out behind you and Toji on top, you can’t move around too much save for gripping the blankets and pillows. His strokes are even faster in this position, using gravity and his strength to his advantage.

Toji presses his chest nearly flush with your back, one hand holding him up while the other grips your stomach to keep you up. His breathing is ragged and loud in your ear, and he rubs his face against them.

“So soft.” He mutters, and he briefly lets go of you to tug on them. His hands are sweaty and it transfers over to you, making the fur on your ears damp.

“Toji!” You gasp, rolling your head around.

“Ssshhh, shut up.” Letting go of your ears, he smacks your thigh. “You like it, I know you do.” You truly can’t think of anything at this point, whether you like what’s going on or not. Getting fucked through your second orgasm and hurtled into overstimulation, there’s not much you can do, let alone think about.

Spreading your legs a little more, Toji pulls back slightly and fucks into you as hard as he can. Your ass jiggles with the force, stinging with every slap of his skin against yours.

Desperately, his fingers find your clit again and you nearly tear the pillow underneath you.

“Toji, Toji- plea-se! Ah, I-” The words coming out of your mouth make no sense and he pays them no mind.

“Make me happy, bunny.” Toji needs to feel you cum around his cock one last time, and you’re quick to deliver. With a sharp cry, you cant your hips up and back onto him, your back bowing hard.

Feeling the impossibly tight squeeze of your cunt, he finally cums himself. His pace doesn’t falter, if anything it picks up as he fucks his seed into you. Toji doesn’t stop until he’s gone soft inside you and his hand is cramping up. Slowing down, he collapses on top of you, crushing you with his weight and enveloping you in his sweaty body.

He shifts to your side and brings you with him, making sure his cock doesn’t slip out. Nestling you on your side, he pulls your ass flush to him and feels his cum squish out.

“Mmmm, Toji-” You groan, trying to slide him out of you.

“Aht, keep me warm bunny.” He gives your thigh a tap.

“Okay.” For a minute, he’d thought you had passed out, but then you speak again. “Are you still going to give me away?”

“You made me happy, so I’m keeping you.” You grin for a moment, happy at the outcome.

“When do I get to leave?”

“Never. Why give you to that sick bastard when you’ve already got one right here?” Toji feels you jolt and he’s quick to wrap his arms around your middle so you don’t run, even if you’re too fucked out and tired to walk he doesn’t want to take any chances.

“B-but you said-”

“I never promised I would let you free. I only promised to see what I can do for you. And this is what I can do for you.” Accentuating his words with a few hard pats on your cheek, Toji grins when you let out a whine and start crying.

“Toji!” Pushing your head into the pillow, you sounded like a child who wasn't getting their way. “Please...”

“Quiet now, bunny. You need to go to sleep.” Putting his hand over your mouth, Toji took a deep breath, ready to get a few minutes of sleep as well. “We have to get to know each other more, and you’ll want plenty of rest.”

[raethethey]

Good Things Fall Apart

Member: Han Jisung x gn reader

Genre: angst, lovers to strangers

Word count: 1162

Warnings: alcohol, breakups, mentions of sex

Inspiration: Good Things Fall Apart- ILLENIUM with Jon Bellion (stripped ver)

A/N: This will be one of two of my last pieces before I go on a full hiatus. I don't have time to write, I don't have energy to write, I don't have motivation or inspiration. The ending is not the best I've written, I just wanted to get this done with. If I even ever come back to writing, I'll probably change it or write an alternate ending. Thank you for sticking around as long as you have. I love you all <3

@newskynet @skzwriternet

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The music fills the air around you. Conversations fill the gaps in between the melodies and beats. The smell of alcohol seeps off the walls filled with random music memorabilia from past and present eras. The bar's lighting is dim but enough to see across the room without squinting. The small stage at the back of the room is constantly cycling through different performers, singing, reciting poetry, or playing an instrument. The atmosphere is calm as you spin back and forth on one of the hightop chairs, sipping a rum and coke.

This bar has been one of your frequent getaway spots for the past month. Midterms were over and you had a little time to breathe before spilling over your studies once again. You expected this night to end how it usually does: you waving a good-bye to the server, walking the short distance to your apartment, and sleeping soundly until you had to wake up for school the next day. What you didn't expect was to hear a voice you hadn't heard in years introduce themselves into the mic.

The man clears his throat, "Uh, hi. I'm Jisung. I wrote this song a while ago after a confusing breakup that I had. I hope you like it 'cause-uh I sure didn't at the time." A few scattered chuckles echo at his self-pitying joke.

He adjusts the guitar strap on his shoulder as he glances at his audience, gauging the interest levels.

Your focus is solely on the once-familiar man standing on the old, creaky stage. Flashes of memories go through your head like a film reel. He looks different from the last time you saw him; his shoulders are broader, his face slimmer, and his hair a faded pink rather than blond (although it's sure to change in a month, your guess).

He starts strumming. After a short guitar intro, his voice sounds through the speakers. It's soft, but firm; a testament to his high school vocal lessons. As the song continues, the lyrics get more intense. Everyone in the bar starts to pay closer attention. He's good and they know it.

His facial expressions match the vibe of the song: an apology to an ex, wondering what he did wrong, but ultimately accepting the end result.

The audience starts to clap along to the beat. It's a bit ironic considering the melancholy theme, but he accepts the interaction with a quick smile in their direction.

When the song nears its end, you realize you started crying. The emotions his side of the story brought up, shock you. When you both decided to break up, you thought he was on the same page. It wasn't working between you two due to small differences in opinions on which you couldn't find common ground.

Other than that, it was the epitome of a perfect relationship. Humour, respect, good sex, and your friends got along. Which is also what scared you. You were pulling away before you knew it and a good thing fell apart.

When the song finally does finish, you look back up to the stage only to find him looking back at you. You quickly wipe your cheeks, ridding them of tear tracks.

"Uh, thanks for listening. That was called Good Things Fall Apart. If you'd like my Soundcloud, I'll be at the bar." He nods in your direction, never taking his eyes off you.

His movements are hurried as he unplugs his guitar from the amp and hops off the front of the stage, the next performer making their way up the stairs on the side.

His eyes meet yours again. He starts to make his way to you, but a new fan from the audience stops him. You decide to distract yourself from the impending conversation, turning to your mostly empty cocktail. With the rise of your hand, you ask the server for another.

"I'll have what they're having, thanks." His low voice resonates in your ears like a comfortable thrum as he takes the seat next to you.

Nervous to start a conversation yourself, you worry your lip and wait, running your finger along the rim of your empty glass.

He starts, "Three years."

You look at your feet, unsure if you should respond to his disappointed tone.

"How've you been?" He asks. Simple, like he didn't just raise your anxiety to a level four.

You look at him incredulously, "How have I been? Really? After three years, that's the only thing you want to know? Sun-Jisung you just sang a song about our breakup in public." The nickname almost slips out, the familiarity of it coming naturally to you before you remember you're strangers now.

He bites the inside of his cheek, fiddling with his fingers around his glass. "I didn't want to overwhelm you. And how was I supposed to know you came here?"

When he looks up at you, the earnestness in his eyes makes you forgive him. You could never truly stay mad at him for something so trivial.

"I've been okay. I guess." You answer his original question.

"You guess?" One of his perfect eyebrows quirks up.

You scrunch your nose, "School's been rough and my family even rougher, but yeah; okay. You?"

He sighs, "I've got a record deal." A proud smile flits across his face.

It prompts your own fond grin. You were always going to be proud of his accomplishments. You were there for the majority of his hard work to get to the point he's at now. Weeks spent hunched over a mixing board or a notebook, missing sleep and skipping meals to get that perfect melody or string of words.

You whisper, scared your words are inappropriate for your current relationship, "I'm so proud of you, Sung."

His eyes dart around your face, lingering a bit longer on your lips until they return to your eyes. He whispers as well, "It's all thanks to you."

A sudden feeling overwhelms you. You realize you still love him, but it would be best to move on. You can’t go through that again. Skirting the small inconveniences until the pile is too big to handle. As much as you want to be in this man’s life again, repeating the past scares you.

As if he can read your thoughts, Jisung lays a hand on yours resting on the bar top, “Y/n, the past is the past. I’m not asking for anything right now. Just..to stay in your circle.”

It’s a big decision. Not one you could possibly make right here, right now.

You take your hand back, watching his face fall, “I can’t promise you anything. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try. Is your number still the same?”

His face scrunches up in confusion, “Yeah, why?”

“So I can call you when I figure out my decision. If you don’t get a call, just know, I still love you, but sometimes good things fall apart.”

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[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter eleven rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

In Case You Don’t Live Forever by Ben Platt

The next morning at 6 am, you got in a taxi and made your way to the airport. You packed up all your clothes the night before and told MJ to ship anything else to you. You figured if you waited until a few months, things between you and Peter would be settled and it wouldn’t be too awkward. Or sad. You mainly felt sad.

The sun was rising and your cab sat in stand still traffic. You wiped a few stray tears and looked out the window. You noticed a few people standing by the edge of the highway, taking pictures of the bridge. You couldn’t see because of the glare of the sun in your eyes. You figured it was a sky writer or something like that. But then you noticed people getting out of their cars to take pictures.

“What’s going on?” You asked the cab driver. He turned around. He was an older man with grey hair and thin, black tinted sunglasses. A kind smile poked out from under his mustache.

“There’s something written on the bridge.” He answered.

“Something on the bridge?” You asked.

“See for yourself. We’re not moving anytime soon.”

You got out of the car and squinted in the bridge. Your heart immediately stopped at what you saw. You walked towards the edge of the highway and leaned against the railing. Tears trickled down your eyes, happy ones this time. You blinked them away, not wanting anything to obstruct your view of the bridge.

There on the bridge in big webbed letters spelled out the undeniable phrase:

I LOVE YOU

Just as you were admiring it, Spider-Man swung down and swept you up in his arms. You heard applause and cheering as you two swung away. You held on tightly, as did Spider-Man. He landed on the top of one of the posts of the bridge and set you down, never taking his arms off of your waist. Likewise, you kept your arms around his neck and pressed your body close.

Peter quickly took off his mask and smiled at you. His eyes were puffy, surely from crying. But the loving look in his eyes remained.

“Did you get my message?” He asked excitedly.

“What message?” You played coy.

“On the bridge.” Peter said, not detecting your sarcasm.

“Oh, that was you? I couldn’t make it out. What did it say?” You asked. You knew exactly what it said.

“It said I love you.” Peter said proudly. “It was gonna say ‘I love you Y/n L/n please don’t move to San Francisco’ but I was on a time crunch and it’s very hard to write things on a bridge in webs. I practiced on the Brooklyn Bridge first and I accidentally wrote ‘I larb you.’ But that wasn’t what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say is, you’re wrong. You’re wrong about us being on different paths. We’re not on different paths, Y/n. Because you’re my path. I’ll give up Spider-Man. He means nothing to me if I don’t have you. I mean it. You and I are meant to be. If I know anything at all to be true, it’s that. I can’t imagine life without you. So if you go to San Francisco, I’m coming too. Hell, wherever you go, I’m coming too. They have crime in San Francisco, right? What I’m trying to say is, I love you, Y/n L/n. I am so in love with you. And nothing can keep me away.” Peter professed. You held him tighter and pressed your nose into his.

“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You whispered. “With all my heart.”

“Then will you stay with me? Or allow me to come with you?” Peter asked hopefully.

How could you say no? Every time you thought you could shut the door on Peter, he found a window.

“The world is rooting against us Peter.” You said. His face fell and his grip on your hips loosened. “But if it’s you and me against the world, then so be it.”

Peters smile lit up his entire face when you finished your sentence. He dipped you and kissed you passionately.

“I love you. I love you so much. I can never say it enough.” Peter said as he pressed kisses into your neck.

“I love you too.” You said back. You knew you should feel terrified given your fear of heights, but you couldn’t feel safer in Peters iron grip.

“Can we go home? I need to hold you for an entire day to make up for the time we were broken up.” Peter asked. You laughed.

“We were broken up for less than 8 hours.” You reminded him.

“8 hours of pure torture.” He fake gasped.

“Come on. Let’s get your stuff from the cab and go home. Did I mention you’re moving in? And that we’re getting married? Also what are we naming our children? Do you want it get a cat together?” Peter joked as he tightened his grip around your waist. A part of you hoped he wasn’t joking though. You wanted that with Peter. All of that. Even that cat.

“Does our apartment even allow cats?” You laughed.

“No.” He shook his head. “But if my baby wants one, we’ll get one. I want to start our lives now. I don’t want to miss another second apart from you. I’m serious. Never leave me again.” Peter said, tugging you into a tight hug. He nuzzled into your neck and pressed soft kisses there.

“I won’t. I won’t ever. I promise.”

Peter swung you back to the apartment after collecting your things from the cab. You spent the day in Peters bed just cuddling and talking about all the things you never could before.

“And then he told me you were going back to San Francisco to be with him.” Peter laughed as he told you about his encounter with Andy.

“I can’t believe he lied to you like that.” You shook your head. “He’s such an idiot.”

“He would’ve been a dead idiot if I had known he kissed you.” Peter joked.

“Hm. And I thought I was the only killer here.” You smirked as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“What are your powers?” Peter asked as he brushed your hair out of your face. You kissed his thumb lightly.

“Same as you. Super strength, super hearing, climbing walls. And I have acid spit and resistivity to bullets. But I don’t have your uh…Peter tingle.” You told him. Peter chuckled softly.

“It’s called my spidey sense.” Peter corrected.

“That’s really not much better than Peter tingle.” You teased.

“Shut up. What about your weaknesses?” Peter asked. You toyed with his fingers.

“Fire. And sound. We hate sound.” You said.

“All sounds?” Peter asked curiously.

“No. Not all sounds. Just loud ones. Car alarms, feedback, amps, things like that.” You answered.

“What happens to you when you encounter fire or sound?”

“What’s with all the questions? You’re not trying to take me down, are you?” You teased. Peter laughed and shook his head.

“No. I just want to know everything about you.”

“Well sound makes Venom separate from me. And fire kills.” You said, remembering that night on Carlton Drakes rocket when the fire killed him and Riot.

“Both of you die?” He asked nervously.

“Both of us. Venom and I keep each other alive. If we were separated, we’d both die.” You told Peter. Peter looked at the ceiling with a weird look on his face. His heart was beating extremely fast. You took it as him being scared of you dying.

“But don’t worry about that. Venom and I are never going to be separated. No one knows our weaknesses.” You assured Peter. You felt a little strange sharing all your weaknesses with your former enemy, but you knew Peter would never try to hurt you it use them against you.

“What about you? What are your weaknesses?” You asked.

“You.” Peter smiled. You smiled back before something shiny in his closet caught your eye.

“Is that a keyboard?” You asked as you sat up and went into his closet. Peter sat up as well and rubbed his eyes.

“Oh, yeah. I used to play when I was younger. My uncle taught me. Do you play?”

You retrieved the keyboard and sat on Peters bed, answered his question by playing a few notes. Peter scooted next to you and slipped an arm around your waist.

“Play me something.” Peter said softly. It wasn’t demanding, it was a sweet request.

“I haven’t in so long.” You muttered as you began to press down on a few random keys. The keyboard made strangled sounds at first until you slowly began playing a song you had fallen in love with.

“I, I’ve carried this song in my mind. Listen, it’s echoing in me. But I haven’t helped you to hear it.”

You sang softly as you got the hang of playing the keyboard again. Peter looked wonderstruck at you. He didn’t know you had such a lovely voice. He didn’t recognize the song but he wanted to hear you play forever.

“We, we’ve only got so much time. I’m pretty sure it would kill me if you didn’t know the pieces of me are pieces of you.”

You sang with a little more confidence as the song progressed. Your voice wasn’t great but it was everything and more to Peter. Peter began to pick up on the pattern you were playing and softly rested his hands on the keys on his side.

“I’ve waited way too long to say everything you mean to me.” you dragged out the last note before going all in on the keyboard.

“In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you now. I love you more than you’ll ever wrap your head around.” You looked into Peters eyes and he looked deeply into yours. He leaned in so that his lips ghosted yours, but never touched.

“In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you the truth. I’m everything that I am because of you.”

You felt tears of joy pricking at your eyes. Peter felt it too. The moment was pure bliss. It was just you and the boy you loved. Nothing could ruin it.

“I have a hero whenever I need one. I just look up to you and I see one. I’m a man ‘cause you taught me to be one.”

Peter liked the hero line. It made the song perfect, like it was written just for the two of you. He had begun to play along with you and you finished out the song together, never breaking eye contact.

“In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you the truth. As long as I’m here as I am, so are you.” You finished. You and Peter took your hands off the keyboard and immediately pulled the other into a kiss. The keyboard fell to the floor with a clang but you didn’t even hear it.

“I love you. More than anything this world has to offer.” Peter said against your lips. You smiled and kissed him again. He tasted like strawberry chapstick this time. It was yours. He must’ve swiped it from you one day. You didn’t mind.

“Did you steal my chapstick?” You giggled against his mouth.

“Yes. But you stole my heart. Fair trade.” He argued playfully. You laughed and kissed his cheeks.

“It’s okay. You can keep it. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is ours.” You told him as you ran your fingers through his chestnut hair.

“That’s so cute.” Peter whined.

“I know. I stole it from the Little Rascals.” You admitted sheepishly. He hit you with his pillow before tackling you onto the bed.

You spent the remainder of the day just like that until you had to leave for your final interview with Cletus Kasady.

“Y/n! My favorite gal. Sit down. I have so much to tell you. I got something real good for your story.” Cletus said upon your entry into his cell. You’d been interviewing him for about three months now. It was almost July and you two met in April. You had come to trust him and no longer needed a security guard to stand in the room with you while you talked. You also graduated from talking through those glass windows with telephones on either side to being allowed into his cell. He was still handcuffed to his chair and kept in a cage, so you had no fear of him harming you. You’d actually come to like him in a way. Sure, he killed people, but so had you. He was still charismatic and made you laugh every now and then.

“Nice to see you Cletus. What do you have to tell me?” You asked as you took a seat. Your eyes wandered to the partial wall at the bottom of his cage. You had grown accustomed to his habit of writing on his cell walls with his own blood, but this particular message made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. In big bloody letters it read:

WELCOME VENOM

You swallowed despite your throat being bone dry. Cletus gave you his signature smirk.

“I got me a bug. Just like you.” He drawled. He smiled at your proudly. You felt yourself beginning to sweat.

“A bug?” You asked.

“Are you familiar with the concept of asexual reproduction?” Cletus questioned. You nodded.

“Yes. It’s what plants do. Why?” You asked back. Where was he going with this?

“Not just plants. Symbiotes too.” Cletus stated. Your body went cold with fear. You immediately felt uneasy with the way he was looking at you. He didn’t blink, and had his face frozen with that smirk.

“Y/n.” Venom said cautiously. She held your hand and gripped it tightly for comfort.

“I’m sorry?” You asked. Your voice came out barely above a whisper.

“Yup. And sometimes, they don’t even know when they asexually reproduce. It could happen anywhere. Even in a prison cell.” Cletus continued. You began to piece together the story. Cletus suddenly leaned forward, as far as he could go with his restraints and lowered his voice.

“You and I are no different. We’re both killers. But you get to roam the streets freely while we’re stuck in here, starving. Does that sound fair?” Cletus asked. His eyes weren’t his anymore. They were milky white and bulging. You scooted your chair back in fear.

“No.” You said. You didn’t want to anger him so you agreed with him.

“No. It’s not. That’s why we’re breaking out of here. And when we do, there’s gonna be Carnage.” Cletus smirked, his eyes back to normal now. You trembled slightly.

Cletus Kasady had a symbiote of his own. One that was stronger and deadly than yours. At least Venom bonded to a reporter with morals. Carnage bonded with a serial killer. They made for a lethal combination and you knew you couldn’t stop the havoc that was coming.

“We want you to join us, Y/n.” Cleatus drawled. “You and Venom. Imagine the power we could have. The city would be ours. We could do whatever we want.”

You felt sweat running down the sides of your face as you carefully thought out what you said next.

“Thank you for the offer, but we have to decline. We’re not like you. We only kill very bad people. Cletus, you killed 17 women just because they resembled the girl who broke your heart in high school. We don’t see things the same way.” You told him slowly. Cletus’s face fell.

“I thought you were my friend. I don’t have any friends in here. Nobody wants to be friends with a serial killer. The only person who was ever nice to me was you.” Cletus said sadly. You let out a shaky breath. You felt a little sorry for him, despite his lethal intentions.

“I know and I’m sorry. But Venom and I aren’t killers.” You said in your calmest tone.

“Yes, you are. Whether you like it or not, you will always have to kill to feed. You’ve been a good person your whole life, Y/n. What has it gotten you? You told me about your parents. Did being a good person keep them alive? And what about Andy? You exposed Carlton Drake because you’re a good person, and Andy still broke up with you. Why not throw your morals away and just be the monster you were meant to be?” Cletus persuaded. Your fear turned to sadness quickly and hot tears spilled down your cheeks.

“I am not a monster.” You said angrily. “We are not a monster.”

“But you are. The sooner you realize it, the freer you’ll be. It’s your choice.” Cletus shrugged.

“We choose to be good.” You said firmly. Cletus gave you a disappointed nod.

“Carnage told me you’d say that. I told him you were different. I guess I was wrong. I’m going to be sorry to see you go.” Cletus said sadly.

“See me go?” You asked.

“Carnage said anyone who stands in the way must die. That means you, Venom, Spider-Man, and anyone else who tries to stop us from taking over New York.”

You felt sick to your stomach. Killing you was one thing, but Spider-Man? Peter hadn’t done anything to Carnage. Why was Peter a Target?

“Please don’t hurt Spider-Man. You can kill me but please, don’t touch him.” You begged. Cletus smirked.

“Looks like Carnage was right about that too.” Cletus chuckled.

“Right about what?” You asked. Cletus seemed to be conversing with Carnage in his head.

“Right about there being something going on between you and Spider-Man. I’ll do my best to keep Carnage away from him, but I don’t have much control. So no promises. Even though you let me down, I have a liking for you Y/n. You knew what I did to those women and you still agreed to write an article on me and hear my side of the story. Most people wanted to lock me up and throw away the key. Not you. You listened. We won’t hurt him. But we want a deal.” Cletus stated.

“What deal?” You asked bitterly.

“We want a battle. A fair one. Venom vs. Carnage. If you win, we’ll go back to Klyntar. But if we win, you become apart of our team and we destroy New York together, starting with everyone who got me thrown in this hell hole. Do we have a deal?” Cletus asked. You didn’t want to agree to it but you knew you had no other choice. Carnage was strong but he lacked the impeccable bond you had with Venom. You were confident in Venoms abilities in a fight. Your solemnly nodded your head.

“It’s a deal. When?”

“Tonight at midnight on top of the Oscorp building. Don’t be late.” Cletus said. Before you could answer, the security guard came in.

“The hour is up, Miss L/n. It’s time for Cletus’s meal.” The guard said. Your checked your watch. It was in fact 7 o’clock. The hour had gone the fastest it ever had. You shot Cletus one last look before you thanked the security guard and left. You could feel his smirk watching you as you went.

~

“Peter? Y/n’s at the front door.” May called from the kitchen. Peter perked up at the slightest mention of your name.

Peter went to his front door and saw you were still dressed in nice clothes for your interview. Peter loved your usual laid back style but he also loved seeing you dressed up. It reminded him of how bad ass you were.

“Hi.” You said shyly, noticing him staring.

“Hey.” He said back. “What’s up?”

“Can we talk in the hall?” You asked. Peter nodded gravely and followed you out into the hall. He shut the door behind him and turned to face you.

“Y/n-“ he began.

“I came here to break up with you.” You interrupted. Peter eyes snapped from the floor to your face. You didn’t seem upset. You seemed almost excited. Peter felt the opposite.

“Wh-“ Peter began but you cut him off again.

“Let me finish. I came here to break up with you. But I’m not going to do that anymore.” You clarified. “Peter, there’s a very bad man after me. I just found out that Carnage bonded with Cletus Kasady. He’s stronger than me, faster than me, and more deadly than me. He’s asked me to join his side and I said no. Now, he’s going to kill me. And he said he’s going to kill you too. I have until midnight until the fight.”

“Okay.” Peter followed along. “So what about the breakup?”

“I figured I’d come here and break up with you, and not just break up but really break your heart. I was gonna tell you I cheated on you and if that didn’t work I was gonna say I was using you to get over Andy and that I still loved him. All lies, by the way. My heart beats for only you. But I thought that if I made you hate me, Carnage would have no reason to go after you and he’d leave you alone. So that was my plan when I left the prison. But as I drove here, I remembered I wasn’t just dating some guy. I remembered was dating Spider-Man.” You said proudly, and Peter grinned.

“What I’m trying to say is, I believe in you. I know you’re strong and capable of anything you put your mind to. You’re extraordinary, Peter. And I don’t have to protect you, as much as I might want to. So, I did come here to break up with you. But now that I’m here, I’m asking you to fight Carnage with me. I want you by my side when I fight the biggest battle of my life. What do you say? Will you help me, Spider-Man?”

“I will.” He said confidently. “Thank you for believing in me.”

“Thanks for giving me something to believe in.” You shrugged.

You spent the remaining hours before midnight coming up with a strategy with Peter. Soon enough, it was time to meet Cleatus on the roof. You and Peter swung there, shaking with anticipation as Cleatus arrived. You held Peter’s hand through this suit, still not in your Venom form. Cleatus looked between the two of you, and then at your intertwined hands. 
“Remember when you said I could kill you if I left Spiderman alone?” Cleatus asked through a wicked smile. Peter looked at you, confused as to why you would say that as you nodded.

“Well, I’d like to take you up on that.” Cleatus said as he morphed into Carnage. He grabbed Peter in a quick movement and threw him off the roof, leaving you alone with him. You ran in the director that Peter was thrown but Carnage caught you and dragged you to him, stepping on your neck to keep you down.

“Told you.” He snarled in your ear. “There’s gonna be carnage.”

[saltyhyunjae]

CHAPTER THREE: YOU KNOCK ME OUT COLD AND DISAPPEAR

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, small mention of suicide

word count: 2.2k

summary: It’s time for y/n to carry out her escape plan.

part two

“Here’s the diary you asked for.” Kevin gives you a small notebook with a pen. “Thank you.” Tomorrow is gonna be the day. The day you finally escape. When you enter your room, you sit on your bed and write down the info you have gathered all week.

Everyone goes to their room around 2 in the morning. Eric gets his midnight snack at 2:30, and Sunwoo goes to the toilet around 3. By the time they’re all asleep it’s 3:30. Instead of leaving at 3:30 you decide that it’s better to stay put till 4. You also checked the door last night. It doesn’t have any censors and an easy lock. This should be an easy mission.

“Knock knock.” Younghoon walks into your room. You quickly close your diary and put it on your nightstand.

“That’s not how you knock.”

He laughs and lies on your bed. “I’m so bored, what should we do?” “We?” You turn around to face him and he nods. You look outside. It’s been raining all week but the sun has been shining all morning. “Why don’t we sit in the garden?” You suggest. Ever since you came back from the grocery store you’ve only been inside. You needed some fresh air.

After a couple minutes you were outside with Younghoon, sitting on a picnic blanket, eating some fruit and enjoying the nice weather.

“Ah, the weather is great today.” Younghoon smiles, laying down on the blanket and you do the same. You smile at the warm feeling from the sun, finally relaxing.

Even though your eyes are closed, you can suddenly feel a shadow above you, blocking the sun. “What the-, move!” You hear Younghoon complain and you open your eyes to see Hyunjae, standing between you too. If you’re completely honest you’ve been avoiding him ever since what happened that one night. The more you hangout with him, the weirder you start to feel.

“What are you guys doing?” “What does it look like? We’re enjoying the sun.” Younghoon puts his sunglasses back on and lays down again. You’re about to close your eyes again but Hyunjae finds a way to lie between you two. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Younghoon groans. “I wanna enjoy the sun too.” “Go do that somewhere else.” “No.” You scootch over a bit and decide to just ignore him.

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After you’re done with cleaning the living room and folding the laundry, Jacob asks you to have another guitar session, to which you excitedly agree. You loved his voice and you were hoping he could tell you a bit more about the boys.

He starts off by singing Paris In The Rain by Lauv. you absolutely love his voice and you automatically start smiling the second you hear him sing. You once again take your time to look at him. He has a soft smile as he sings, his hair falling just right above his eyes that are following the chords of the guitar and his head slowly nodding with the melodies.

When he finishes the song, you applaud him. “Wow Jacob, you’re so good at singing. Do you have some self-written songs?” He nods “I do, do you want to hear one?” You nod excitedly. “This one is called happy-” Jacob gets interrupted by Hyunjae storming into your room. Are you actually kidding me?

“Jacob, Sangyeon needs you to help him.” Jacob nods, stands up and thanks you for your time before leaving to help Sangyeon. You were hoping Hyunjae would leave with Jacob but instead he sits next to you on the bed, very close, leaving no personal space.

You're about to scootch away from him. But he places his hand on your thigh to stop you. Usually if a guy did this you would slap his hand away, but you can’t bring yourself to do that right now. “What’s with the distance? You’ve been avoiding me all week. Did you think I wouldn't notice?” He asks in a low voice. Your brain starts to fog up. “I-” You try to find words to say but nothing comes out. His face gets closer, never breaking eye contact with you.

“What? Do I make you nervous?” He smirks. You feel a bubble of annoyance come up. As you're about to reply with ‘no’, Eric storms in. “Y/n! ah Hyunjae, there you are!” “What do you want?” Hyunjae asks, clearly annoyed at Eric interrupting the two of you.

“Y/n, come play games with me. Hyunjae, you can come too if you want.” Hyunjae huffs and rolls his eyes. “Y/n, please.” Eric whines, now pulling your arm, trying to get you off the bed. “Okay okay.” You give in, scared to be alone with Hyunjae in one room. You would be lying if you say that your heart doesn't flutter every time you see him.

After an hour and a half of playing mario kart with Eric and Hyunjae, and you despite your sneaky protests, sitting in between them, and you beating both of them more than seven times, it’s finally time for dinner. And guess who you're sitting next to. Hyunjae.

“So guys, our break is ending. Our next group mission starts next week, so make sure you prepare for it well. I’ll tell you guys the details later.” Sangyeon announces and the boys cheer. “Finally I was so bored.” Changmin drops on his chair. “You're always bored, maybe you're just boring.” Eric laughs, making fun of him, but quickly stopping as Changmin points a knife at him.

After dinner Sangyeon and Chanhee offer to help clean up and Kevin helps you with the dishes. By the time you're done it’s late, so you decide to go to bed first. Since your escape is tomorrow, you need as much rest as you can.

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Today you woke up a little later than normally so you won't be tired tonight. You really need your energy to run as fast as possible. After you guys are done with eating breakfast you watch a drama with Juyeon, Haknyeon and Eric, do laundry and clean the house and by the time you're done it's time to prepare for dinner which Younghoon and Sunwoo helps you with.

After dinner you clean up with Eric and then go to your room to prepare your outfits. You grab a sweater from your closet and a pair of leggings that would be comfortable and warm, since it would be cold at night.

While you put them under your bed with your sneakers, someone knocks on your door. Finally someone who can knock, you think. “Come in.” Jacob comes in smiling at you. “Hi, am I disturbing you?” You shake your head sitting on your bed and he does the same.

“Well I just wanna tell you I'm very happy to have you here, you’ve been helping us a lot even though I know you don’t wanna be here and I really appreciate you. I would’ve given you a present, but I don't think you would appreciate stolen stuff.” He looks down at his knees, blushing a bit, cute.

You started to feel a pang of guilt in your heart, Jacob has been an angel to you ever since you first spoke to him but you couldn’t take it any longer, you wanted to leave. You needed to leave. Trying to enjoy the time you had left with him you guys spent hours talking about Canada, his childhood, why he doesn’t swear and about how much he loves basketball. You could watch him talk for hours. You nod to everything he says, trying to ignore the butterflies you feel when you two make eye contact.

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You look up at the clock in your room. 04:00. You get up from your bed and make your way to your bedroom door. You slowly open your door and walk to the stairs, quietly going down the steps and taking breaks every few steps. You mentally sigh when u make it downstairs u slowly make your way to the front door in the dark careful not to make a noise.

When you walk past the kitchen you decide to take a knife with you, just in case. When you get to the door you slowly open the door, cringing at the little squeak sound it makes in the process.

Once the door is wide enough for you to fit in, you step outside, leaving the door open, since the sound of the door closing might wake them up. You take a few quick steps till you reach further from the house.

Once you’re reaching the forest you hear the door slam open. Shit! You turn around before you start running. Sangyeon’s standing at the door. Clearly very angry. “Y/N!” You hear him scream as you start running fasters. You hear the others making a fuss as you take a turn right into the forest.

“God, she’s fast.” Kevin breathes out, taking a break from running. “Yeah, just let her go, I'm too tired.” Chanhee squats down, Younghoon doing the same. “No! she’ll report us to the police and then it’s over for us, we need to find her.” Sangyeon says before making his way to the forest, the others following behind him.

You notice the forest is on top of a hill, which makes you run down faster. You run way faster than expected, almost twisting your ankle when taking a turn left. The footsteps of the boys started to fade away but you didn’t slow down, adrenaline still rushing through your body.

“Y/N!” Sangyeon screams looking around, he stops running and waits for the others to catch up, when they do, he shares his plan. “Okay, we're splitting up in the units we use for our missions, call me when you find her.” And they all split up in their units, Sangyeon’s unit going left.

“How could she do this?” Eric sighs. “I mean we kidnapped her, this was bound to happen.” Hyunjae says. He hates to admit but he’s worried sick and hopes you're not hurt. He shrugs it off thinking it's just a normal reaction and that he’s not actually catching feelings for you.

After a while your running slows down and you start to get tired. You stumble across a huge fallen down tree and you decide to hide behind it. Cliche but you're so tired, you can barely feel your legs. Once you sit down, you bend a bit making sure your head isn’t visible. You sigh. Why did you have to be the one to get kidnapped, why did they have to rob the store you work at. You stop the tears you feel from flowing so it won’t block your sight.

“How fast is she, God.” You hear Changmin’s voice from a little distance. Shit. You're freaking out but remain in your position. You pray that they won’t see you, cause they’ll definitely kill you when they do. The voices are starting to fade and you take the opportunity to start running again, regaining the adrenaline you had earlier.

But you should’ve waited. Juyeon spots you. “There!” You hear him yell and they start running after you. You panic, taking a run right, into the darker part of the forest. You jump over another fallen tree and make your way further down. Once you lose them you slow down a bit. You can barely see anything, so you start walking.

Suddenly you feel two hands grab you. You startle and stab the person with the knife you're holding. “Ow!” Jacob. You panic as you start running again, feeling slightly bad that he was the one you stabbed. You hope he’s okay as you start running faster.

After a while you stumble over something that makes you fall down, hurting your knee and elbows. “Fuck.” You whisper, quickly getting up. Soon after you run into a tree hurting your chest and cheek. You were getting so tired, you couldn’t even focus on where you were running to. You prayed this all was just a bad dream and you would wake up in your own room again, remaining your normal life.

“Jacob what happened!” Sangyeon gives him a worried look. The boys gather around Jacob, who’s holding his arm. “She stabbed me.” He understands why you did it but it still hurts him. “God, she has a knife.” Sunwoo panics. “Younghoon and Chanhee, bring Jacob to the house and take care of his wound. The rest of us will keep on searching.” The boys nod at his order and split up again.

An hour passes and the boys still haven’t found you. Hyunjae starts to worry even more. They were all wearing a jacket, but you didn't. It was so cold around this time of the day and it would be so easy to freeze up. “Shouldn’t we just give up. The sun will start rising soon, she’ll probably show up again.” He suggests, but Sangyeon ignores him. He sighs. As much as he wants you to be free, he doesn’t want to let you go.

You’re just roaming around at this point. You have no idea how much time has passed, or if the boys have given up already. You think it might be easier to just stab yourself with a knife and just die. But you didn’t want to give up. You wanted your old life back. You finally see the end of the forest a couple meters away from you and run towards it. But something grabs you and spins you around. You look up and your eyes widen. Hyunjae.

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Masterlist  ~  Chapter 29

Words: 1800  Warnings: Unproctected sex, swears, intimacy.

Thanking the goddess that is @astroboots for the beta!

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As the sky got darker, the celebrations amped up.

Zach fit like he’d always been part of our family. He supported Ahma when she staggered a little while watching the lion dance - standing for long periods had never been her forte.

Later, when we watched the fireworks before heading back home, I came back from using the nearby restroom to see that he’d procured a folding chair for her. No one had asked him. I instinctively knew he’d just done it, and my Ahma beamed up at him like he’d hung the moon.

When we got back to Mom’s, she made tea while I changed into my new dress. The fabric felt cool and silky against my skin.

When I came out of the bedroom, Mom and Ahma were fussing over Zach, blocking my view of him.

“I can’t accept this,” he was saying, his voice low.

The two matriarchs in my family parted, giving me a view of the man I’d come to care for so much. 

He wore a smart white shirt, open at the neck, and a pair of charcoal suit pants. A jacket in the same fabric lay over my Mom’s arm, and Ahma held a pair of smart, black sneakers - indistinguishable from dress shoes from a distance, but shoes he’d be able to wear every day.

My heart squeezed, hard.

“Aiyah!” Ahma cried. “You cannot tell me how to spend my money. I will be dead soon and what good will it do me then?”

Zach looked up at me, torn. I shrugged helplessly.

“I am too old to walk to the store to return the clothes,” Ahma said, affecting a feeble air. I swallowed back a laugh.

Mom cupped his face in her hands. “Just say thank you, Zach.”

Zach smiled slowly and nodded. “Thank you. Thank you both so much. Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” we all echoed.

Mom handed Zach the jacket and he bent and bussed her cheek.

Satisfied, Ahma and Mom disappeared into their respective bedrooms to change for dinner at our favourite Chinese place. The table had been booked for three hundred and sixty hour days, I reckoned.

Zach spread his hands, awe on his face. “Martha…”

“It’s useless to protest,” I murmured, smoothing my hand down the lapel of his shirt collar. “They got your size just right.”

“You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t. I assume that’s why they waited until I went to change to give it to you.” I slid my palm up and cupped his jaw, rubbing my thumb over his lower lip, over the little crease, the little kiss from the angels who made him. “You look very handsome.”

“You look…” Zach settled his hands on my hips, his gaze travelling from the top of my head to my feet and back again. “Wow. There are no words. Am I really the guy who gets to go home with you tonight?”

“Yes. You are.” I leaned in and kissed him softly. He drew me close, and his lips parted under mine. I felt his cock twitch through the dress pants and pulled back, sighing.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Martha Song.”

Mom and Ahma appeared as Zach put his new sneakers on. He looked so good. I was overwhelmed by the urge to unbutton that smart shirt and press my lips to every inch of tanned skin, to breathe in his scent and mark him as mine and never, ever let him go.

“Ready?” Ahma asked. She wore a red and gold embroidered jacket and a smart, pale grey top and trousers. Mom had donned her best cheongsam, a rich, dark green with coiled black brocade forming a floral pattern across her left shoulder. Her hair fell around her face in soft waves, and I was struck by how beautiful she was.

“Ready!” I said, slipping my arm through Zach’s.

He bent his head to mine. “Proud to be on my arm tonight, honey?”

“I’m always proud to be on your arm.”

He shook his head, muttering “Stupid,” like I wasn’t playing with a full deck, but he dropped a kiss on my forehead anyway. I could feel his smile.

Mom unlocked the door, and I tugged Zach towards it, but then remembered something. “Wait!”

I hurried to the kitchen drawer where Mom kept a little box with special knicknacks, and fished out Bryan’s dog tags, slid them around my neck, where they rested under my cheongsam, next to my heart.

Zach was watching me with softness in his gaze.

“I always bring him with us for New Year dinner,” I said quietly.

Mom caught me in a big hug, squeezing me tight. I squeezed her back, and felt the cold metal of Bryan’s dog tags between us, and it was momentarily like there were three of us again; and then we locked up and made our way to Da Mao Jia.

*****

“I had plans, I swear,” Zach groaned as we practically fell through the door of my apartment. “I did. But I can barely breathe right now, let alone engage in anything more… enthusiastic.”

Just the thought of him lying on top of me made me shake my head. “Unfortunately, I agree. We were no match for Da Mao Jia’s new year banquet.”

Zach closed the door behind him and shook his head. “I’ve never seen so much food. I have never eaten so much food.”

I hefted the takeout box in my hands. “I hope you want beef ho fun and har gow for breakfast.”

He made a face. “I need to lie down.”

I settled the box of leftovers in the fridge. Zach was sitting on the couch, eyes closed, hands on his stomach. “I may never need to eat again.”

“That’s a shame, because that takeout box begs to differ.”

He chuckled. “Stop talking about food and get over here.”

I started to sit, then thought better of it. “I need to change.”

I unbuttoned the cheongsam and slid down the side zip. I felt like I had a little food baby and I sighed with relief as it was given more space.

Zach watched me over the back of the couch as I shimmied into an old t-shirt and took my glasses off, setting them on the shelf above the futon. 

“God! That’s better. I’m sorry we didn’t get to have fun with the dress.”

“Plenty of time for that.”

My pulse quickened. He was talking about the future. A future with me. I was careful not to mention it, though.

He patted the couch and I dropped down next to him. He curled his arm around me, and I snuggled in. Outside, the fireworks exploded in the black of the night sky, spears of red and plumes of gold splitting the darkness and shaming the pinprick stars.

Zach’s fingers played lazily in my hair. “Your Mom and Ahma are too generous,” he said eventually.

“No, they aren’t.”

He mulled this over for a few moments. He was so warm and solid beside me, and I never wanted to get up.

“While we were out - you were in that little fried chicken place with your Ahma - I asked about the pot washer job. They said yes.”

I sat up. “Zach, that’s amazing!”

He flushed. “Well. It’s a job.”

“Don’t downplay it. I’m pleased for you.” I pressed a kiss to his lips, felt them curve under mine. “I am. Congratulations.”

His arm tightened around me. “Don’t know how I’ll cope in the kitchen. It’s in their basement, so there’s more space than most places. We’ll see. I have to try.”

His quiet determination made me love him even more. If that was possible. “You’ll do great. I’m sure of it.” I kissed him again, felt interest stir between my legs. I sat up further, then turned and swung my leg over his thighs so I straddled him. “And I’m also sure that I’m ready for dessert.”

Zach’s eyebrow arched. “Oh, yeah?” He smoothed his palms up my bare legs to cup my ass through my thin underwear. His hands were warm, a little rough.

I shivered. “Very much yeah.”

He inhaled sharply when I unbuttoned his suit pants, my knuckles brushing against his cock, now at full mast. My muscles clenched greedily at the feel of him. 

“You know,” I whispered against his neck. “Before you, I had a little scare. Had to get tested at the clinic. I was clean, and there’s been no one since. I take the pill to control irregular periods.”

I felt his cock jump in my hand. He blinked. “I’m trying to work out if you’re saying what I think you’re saying. It’s making all the blood leave my brain.” He cleared his throat as I palmed him eagerly, his breathing getting heavier. “Um. We had regular tests in the marines. There was someone, during, but we always wore condoms. So I’m clean. But you don’t have to….” He sucked in a breath as I twisted my wrist just so. “..take my word for it. I’ll wear a condom for as long as you want me to.”

“I trust you, Zach.” I used my free hand to push my underwear aside and rubbed the head of him where I was soft and wet.

Zach closed his eyes. “Fuck.”

He started to stroke me just where we were almost joined. Watching his thumb circle my clit while I rubbed his cock over my entrance made me wetter, more excited. “Zach.”

“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, his eyes hazy, gazing at me with something that was maybe half lust, half love. “I got you. Let go for me.”

And I did, gasping into his neck as I rode the high. As my muscles clenched and spasmed, I slid myself down on him, feeling him inside me without barriers, and the heft and fit of him was divine.

“Martha,” Zach rasped, his palms hard on my hips. “Holy shit, Martha, you feel so good-”

I picked up the pace, riding him hard, his little grunts and quick inhales stoking the fire, until his hips stuttered under mine.

“Shit. I can’t - I’m coming, honey-”

I clenched hard around him and with a guttural murmur of my name, he spilled inside me, shuddering, his face buried in my neck.

I love you, Zach, I thought. I love you so much.

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the worst case scenario

okay so this is possibly part 1 of a v v angsty dad!tom fic!!

WARNING: the section under the cut of this is v v v dark with mentions of death and some graphic descriptions of blood etc - please please don't read if any of these things may affect you <3

the part above the cut (the keep reading bit) is completely fluffy (a bit of childbirth but not graphic) so you could read only that first bit as a stand alone if anybody wanted to

dad!tomholland x reader

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“Stop laughing at me!!!”  Y/n exclaimed in mock anger before bursting out laughing, knowing she did look pretty ridiculous. 

“I can’t help it you just…. You look like an elephant!” Tom cackled from his reclined position lying on the couch, whilst his 8 month pregnant fiancé struggled to get up from her seated position on the floor - where she had spent the last half an hour wrapping presents for her nephews birthday.

“You know a supportive soon to be father would’ve helped me up!” Replying with a scowl that didn’t last long, Y/n finally standing up took the three steps to the couch before uncerimoniously collapsing into it. 

Grinning with this absolute sparkle in his eye, Tom leant forward and slid up to Y/n to pull her into his side. His hand came to rest upon her massive bump - at this point it was almost a rule that if he were touching Y/n he also had to be touching the bump. Tom claimed it to be skin to skin contact and although Y/n were pretty sure that didn’t come into effect until after the baby was born, she wasn’t complaining either. 

“It’s a shame your stuck with me then huh?” He murmured into the top of Y/n’s head, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head while tracing meaningless patterns on her shirt over the bump. Tom was beyond excited to become a Dad, family had always meant everything to him growing up (and now). There was nothing he wanted more , therefore, to call them a family of three - or more accurately four, not forgetting Tess of course. 

“Oh how I regret ever taking up that extra shift at the club” She mused sarcastically, enjoying how he feigned offence in return.

 The way the two had met was so incredibly cliche that it was almost painful, whenever anyone asked how they met she always winced internally. But it was their truth, Y/n had been a caddy at the golf course Tom frequented with his brothers. The nature of his ‘reputation’ meant the caddies always had to sign NDA’s to be paired with Tom’s group and the chosen few were those personally recommended by the golf course. She’d always stuck out to him, mainly because she seemed to be biting her tongue as they worked their way round the course. Caddies, also by job description, were not to speak unless spoken to; to be polite and courteous but not chatty. So, given how professioial she was, had taken some convincing for Tom to drag it out why she looked in physical pain whenever they played the 13th hole.

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“Look somethings on your mind I can tell! If you hate me I can arrange another caddy I just -“ He followed her march to back from the hole toward the little buggy, ahead of his brothers and Dad who were making small talk from behind.

“FINE! Okay fine.” Reaching the end of her tether, Y/n snapped, whipping her body round to face him. “It’s your grip! On this hole especially you always play the driver with you pinky too far down the shaft, it’s why you always end up in the bunker on the 13th! It’s bloody infuriating because them I’m the one that has to clean the buggy you’ve trampled sand into!”

“Oh…. I-I … I wasn’t expecting that” Tom had spoken quietly, in an unfamiliar tone to Y/n. Over hours she’d spent on the course with them over the months, Y/n had gotten used to his storytelling voice when recounting an insane experience to his family that he’d had in the world of Hollywood; his grumpy voice when he played badly, which was often; and then his gloating voice - most definitely the worst and intolerable. This voice though, was different.  

“I-I’m so sorry I have no right, I just-“ She’d out her foot in it …. badly. The young actor was one of the most clubs most prestigious and valued members; and she’d just insulted him. Clearly, she was also about to be in search of another job. 

“No no I appreciate your tip… I didn’t even realise you play?” His gracious smile calmed her nerves a little, though Y/n still wrung her hands together as she replied.

“Well we aren’t supposed to talk about it but the club let us employees loose after hours… I practice quite a bit”

“Seeing as you think my game is so shitty, you fancy a round next time?”

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Flash forward 3 and half years and a proposal, they were now taking their next massive leaps in the world together. Bringing a whole new life into it. It was bloody terrifying, they both openly admitted. But it was also exciting, new, incredible and… and made them even closer. Now they had to be in each others lives forever, no escaping. 

“How many days left?” Craning her neck back on his shoulder so Y/n could meet his brown eyes, she knew the answer would be immediate. 

“15 till the due date and the app said they’re the size of a rhubarb but I don’t really know what that means.” He knew more about the pregnancy and birth than she did. He had about a dozen different apps on his phone (including one pointlessly comparing the size of the baby to carrots/ watermelons/ onions), had read 4 different books (which for Tom was the equivalent to reading Newton’s book ‘philisphica Mathematica’.)

Ever since she’d told him about the pregnancy Tom had excelled every expectation Y/n had of him… massively. Without even having a conversation surrounding it, he had explicitly cancelled all major work commitments within 2 months of the due date and until around a year after. He had flown back and fourth across the world so he could pop in and check on you. He’d also set his whole family on becoming your minders when he was away - Y/n wouldn’t have been able to go a day avoiding a Holland (or Osterfield) if she had tried. 

The pregnancy thus far hadn’t been the easiest though, hence why Y/n still appreciated to constant worrying texts and calls. During the first trimester the morning sickness had been literal hell; and then you’d had a little bit of a scare with pre-eclampsia during the second. It landed you a 3 day stay in hospital and a very very panicked Tom rushing back from New York on the first possible flight. 

So now? Y/n wanted the baby out. She wanted family life as parents. (At which point hopefully Tom would stop comparing the size of your child to an assortment of different fruit and veg)

“You know, you really are going to be the best dad in the world Thomas Stanely Holland.”

“And you Y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n are already a pretty impressive mum.”

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It was 3 o’clock the next morning when Y/n awoke with a sudden groan instinctively rubbing her stomach in an attempt to get them easing up. Now too familiar with Braxton-Hicks contractions, the weird cramping that waxes and wanes but never letting her get any rest - Y/n knew she was in for a long night. With a muted sigh she carefully lifted Tom’s arm off her side, cautious not to disturb him. The poor boy had been up most nights with her, just because baby wasn’t letting her sleep, it didn’t mean Tom wasn’t deserving of rest either. 

So making furtive movements at a snails pace, she attempted to tip toe out the room - yet as Tom had pointed out before, she looked almost like an elephant, so everything was relative. Surprisingly though, she was successful, escaping onto the soft cream carpet of their hallway before choosing to venture into the room opposite theirs. It had once been a spare room, though more correctly termed the ‘shit room’ because that’s where all the accumulated shit they got was thrown. Now however, Tom and his brothers had taken on the mammoth task of clearing it out and redecorating - creating the most beautiful nursery one could ever see. Complete with a rocking chair which Y/n made a beeline for, now allowing herself to audible groan at the tight sensation deep inside her. 

Normally they would ease after a half an hour or so, yet this time, after what was surely more like an hour and a half they started to…. ramp up. What was a tight pressure sensation quickly became one more forceful volatile and full of pain. She put it off for about 3 or 4 cycles of these, pursing her lips and breathing deeply as she tried to convince herself they’d just simply fizzle away. This couldn’t be the real thing could it? It was too soon - as Tom had said she wasn’t due for another 15 days. It wasn’t happening… was it?

The answer was pretty comprehensively and cohesively given when Y/n tried to stand up, in the hope of walking the ache off, she felt an incredibly tight crunch as her insides seemed to wring themselves together. Oh … and a surge of water soaked her pyjama bottoms. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCKKKK TOMMMM!! TOM-ah shit-  MY WATERS!!! TOOOMMMM”The pain had amped up to a very very impressive levels, forcing Y/n to clutch her sides as she kept bending and straightening back up… as if that would help. Her lonesome agony didn’t last long though, a flustered Tom hurtled in the room - his hair sticking up all over the place and although his eyes were puffy from sleep he still had them glued open impressively wide.

“No its-its too- its too early!” In pure disbelief, Tom shook his head staring across at her face, contorted in pain.

“Yeh because-“ She gulped and exhaled in as much of a controlled manner she could through pursed lips; before answering his stupid statement. “Because I can just HOLD IT IN FOR ANOTHER 2 WEEKS SHALL I?” It took a while for Tom to process, looking down at the puddle of clear fluid on the floor and damp patch on her plaid bottoms while it was Y/n’s turn to look upon his it utter disbelief at his stupidity. 

 “Oh shit shitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!” His words grew with increased volume and place whilst he stayed frozen, his arms reaching out lightly toward Y/n without touching her though. “What do we do?!”

He of course had revised repeatedly and extensively what he was supposed to do when this happened - yet in the moment all knowledge and planning evaporated from his mind. Now wasn’t the time for taking the mick of her terrified fiancé though, Y/n was too blinded by pain as she leaned on the dresser.

“Get the-ah FUCKING hell - phone we need to time them and phone the … the-MIDWIFE.” It was hard to direct a frantic and terrified man when one feels as though her insides are collapsing in on themselves. 

Tom gulped, nodding shakily, whilst trying to take deep breaths because although he was fucking terrified it wasn’t him that was giving birth. He had to step up now. 

It took barely 10 minutes from the midwife picking up to a frantic Tom for her to assess that they needed to get into the hospital asap. During the pregnancy, all of Tom’s rich friends had recommended paying for a private hospital like the ‘Portland hospital’. The idea was it was a much more luxurious and private experience - of course coming with a heavy price tag. For Tom money was not an issue, so he’d suggested to Y/n and met the strongest rejection of all his life. The NHS was by far the only choice in Y/n’s mind - of course it busier, a lot less serene and not as private; but if god forbid something did happen, that was where all the experts and resources were. The idea of being able to pay for better access to healthcare actually repulsed Y/n and everything she stood for… so in short Tom was met with a very blunt refusal. 

Once they arrived on the ward, all it took was one look at Y/n’s inflated belly and the way her body was squirming in the wheelchair Tom was pushing, whilst laden with the baby bags they’d had packed and prepared for weeks, for the pair to be rushed into a side room. After an intense 20 minutes of getting Y/n settled, getting her full medical history and inspection of her vagina the hmidwife’s head popped up from between her legs with a kind smile. She explained in a calming and gentle tone that Y/n was 5 cms dilated and had got to that point fast, yet now things looked to be slowing down a bit. With final words of advice of try to relax she left the pair to it. 

They both looked at each other, a matching expression of confusion and relative terror blatantly clear in both their eyes. It had them both burst out laughing, if Y/n then scowled at the pain that shot through her side.

“This is really happening huh?” Tom murmured as he rounded the bed to gently run his hands through her sticky hair.

“I don’t know unless you really do want me to postpone their arrival for a short while?” Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head, although not really able to surpress the chuckle at his finances humour - even if it was at his expense.

“Glad to see you can still be as sarcastic as ever.” He laughed but before she could reply another wave of contractions hit making her instead just scream - grabbing his hand so tightly Tom was certain a bone or two were crushed in the process. 

It was another hour or two of the same traumatic sight of watching the women he loved more than anything in the world be in such extreme pain. God knows how his appreciate for his mother grew in that moment - she had had four kids overall, two of them twins! Tom dared to think of the scenes in that room of twin brothers birth. Having to deal with both Sam and Harrys large heads…

Harrison had arrived in the meantime, he was to be the child’s godfather and Y/n was more than happy to have him there - even if it was more of a support to Tom than Y/n. Quite expectantly though, he was just as terrified and useless as Tom - so instead of having one idiot to deal with, the midwives now had double trouble of terrified men. 

And yet after another 1 hour or so Y/n was being told to make one final push. Baring down on the gas and air tube, Y/n squeezed her eyes shut together whilst simultaneously contracting every muscle in her body with what little energy she had left. Hearing Tom and Harrisons words of encouragement; the midwifes orders and her own long and continuous scream, Y/n pushed with all she had. It was excruciating and torturous yet she kept going until the most beautiful sound was the only thing left reverberating round the room. 

Her babies cry. 

Tom looked at the scene in awe, feeling an almost out of body experience as the midwife unfolded from her position leant over the bed looking up to Tom. 

“Do you want to cut the cord Dad?” Releasing a breathy laugh, tears collecting in his eyes he looked down at Y/n. She looked a mess - hair flying all over the place; sweaty sheen and a ruined look on her face; panting hard as she caught her breath. But to Tom? Never had he seen her look more beautiful, especially when she managed a small smile, nodding encouragingly at him. So he moved round to the end of the bed as the nurse motioned, while Harrison squeezed Y/n’s shoulder with the proudest look on his face. 

It was the first time Tom had ever seen his child. And really, seeing a wrinkly little pink thing covered in all sorts of gunge - it shouldn’t be such a magical moment. But here he was, a single tear escaping over his lower lashes at the sight of them wriggling about. The midwife gave him a second, before gently handing him the medical scissors and directing him as to what to do. Once done, the lady announced the room it was a beautiful baby girl.

The next hour or so was a bit of a blur, the whole situation felt extremely surreal to everyone - but perhaps most to Y/n. Although the baby was premature the doctors had checked and were confident was perfectly healthy, so after both Y/n and Tom having their turn holding her (Tom finally got his real skin to skin time) they brought in a little incubator where she could rest while Y/n was recovering. Due to her prematurity, as a safety net, the doctors did want to keep the baby girl in overnight for observation, which meant the whole party would be staying too. 

Y/n loved nothing more than watching Tom and Haz with their baby. The way they delicately cradled her in their strong arms and the way their eyes softened so inexplicably. Y/n swore that had she not just pushed a watermelon sized human out her vagina, the way Tom looked while holding their daughter would make her pregnant all over again.  

“I still can’t believe you two created a real life human.” Harrison mused while standing with the baby girl in his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he watched her sleep soundly. 

“To be fair it was mainly Y/n” Tom laughed as he squeezed Y/n’s hand (wincing internally as it hurt his already injured hand - Y/n had an almost death grip)

“Oh no credit where credits due… he was involved for a whole 3 minutes or so.” Harrison snorted and Tom scowled at her, yet her cheeky if exhausted grin instantly erased any annoyance.

“Don’t make sexual jokes in front of our child!” He retorted, Harrison still laughing at his friend. Haz loved Y/n too - she made Tom a better version of himself. And now, she’d made him a dad. 

**triggering part starts here

After all the excitement of the early morning it was more than fair to say Y/n was shattered, Tom not doing much better. So after a little bit, Tom joined Y/n on the bed and they instantly fell asleep to the light beeping of their babies heart monitor. Harrison stayed in the arm chair in the corner of the room, wheeling the little incubator right in front of him to just stare at the little girl. He had been texting Tom’s family too, giving them details of when they’d be allowed to come and meet the little one, who had just woken up to all Tom’s frantic texts from the night before.

Eventually though he was ped ousnapt of his happy daze, looking over to the bed and seeing Tom groan as he shifted on the mattress that was technically only spacious enough for one.

“You good mate?” Harrison spoke in a low voice, keen not to disturb either the baby of Y/n - she had earned a bit of peace. Tom just mumbled in response, rubbing his eyes as he sat up before letting out a deeper groan.

“-hat the fuck” Tom lifted up the blanket covering them both as Harrison looked on inquisitively. But then Tom leapt off the bed, started violently shouting Y/n as he shook her in a look of desperation. It was violent and harsh, Harrison was horrified as he immediately stood up in an action to pull Tom off her. 

“Tom what are you-“

“Get help Haz.” Tom turned around to look at Haz, only at which point could the blonde haired boy make out why Tom looked so insane. Because his trousers, and the bedsheets that were now not hidden by the blankets, was covered in a red sticky substance. Jaw dropping, Haz slalomed round the incubator to stand at the foot of the bed. 

It honestly looked like a horror scene. Y/n’s lower half was completely saturated in a bright red liquid that slowly was creeping further and further through the sheets. Her face looked pale, Haz cursing himself for not noticing earlier and her breathing… it looked so slow it was barely noticeable. The silence was only endured for a few moments, before Tom turned back to violently shaking the dead weight below him yelling her name repeatedly and frantically. 

As soon as the alarm was raised more and more staff piled into the room, each one carrying a new level of importance and seniority - instantly taking control of the room and shouting orders. Tom had long since been pulled away from the bed by a nurse, who was trying to speak to him and calm him down, but was completely ignored as he focused on the scene over their shoulder.

“Looking like a primary PP bleed but she’s lost at least 3 pints already…. Somone bleep the aenestists and lets get moving to the OR please!.. We’ll need bloods crossmatch 5 units….”  

Tom heard to the controlled sense of urgency in the lead doctors voice and he felt as though his heart was being torn straight from his chest. Harrison took over from the nurse, half restraining - half hugging him as the nurse ushered them completely out the room.  Shouting over Tom’s desperate pleas to let the doctors do their thing. He fought hard against Harrison but ultimately his hold was enough to keep him back, the two watching from he corridor as Y/n’s bed was wheeled rapidly out the room - what seemed like at least 12 staff members bustling after it.

Harrison knew it was hopeless to try and talk to Tom, as he paced up and down the ‘relatives room’ the two had been confined to. They didn’t have a clue what was going on, no-one seemed to want to tell them - making the worst case option appear the most likeliest in Harrison’s head. A nurse had said the baby, as yet unnamed, had been taken down the neonatal unit so that it was one thing less for them to worry about ; but refused to say anything about Y/n, saying a doctor would come and explain soon. 

It must’ve been 20 mins, even if to the two men it felt like a lifetime, when a round and short, greying man with big black rimmed rectangular glasses entered the room. Tom was too in his own head to even notice, pacing up and down the room while constantly running a hand through his hair as he tried to keep his breath in regular time - even if his brain was on overdrive.  It took Harrison calling his name twice to make him snap out of it, looking up with desperate pleading eyes to notice the stout man, a sympathetic smile on his face. 

“Are you Mrs y/L/n’s husband?”

“Fiance”

“I’m Dr Webber the consultant gynaecologist,  shall we take a seat sir?” Tom stayed rigid, standing opposite him in an offensive manner.

“She’s dead isn’t she?” At Tom’s cold words, Haz’s breath halted in his chest. It had been what they’d both been thinking, of course, it was natural when you see someone with more blood out their body than inside it. The doctor seemed a little shocked at his frankness, pressing his lips together as he let out a sigh. 

“No sir she’s not but she is very very unwell. Please, let’s sit down so we can talk about it because I understand it’s a lot to take in.” It took a couple of movements of Tom stood frozen staring but Dr Webber held firm, waiting until Tom took a seat next to Haz before he moved - drawing a chair from across the room so he could face both men. 

“First off I’m sorry you were removed from the room and put in here for so long but these situations are incredibly hard and to get Y/n the best care we needed the whole room.”

“Doctor I just… I just need to know what’s going on.” He couldn’t deal with the state of unknowing, Tom was going insane, he didn’t care for the small talk. 

“Sorry right, so what we think happened was your fiancé developed a condition called ‘placental accreta’. In simple terms, a bit of the placenta is stuck in the uterus and causes bleeding.”

“That much bleeding?” Haz couldn’t help himself from butting in, he knew this wasn’t really his place, that he was just being there for Tom. But at the same time that was his godchilds mum, it mattered. 

“Honestly? Usually not, Y/n had very severe bleed… So she has been taken in for surgery, where the very talented surgeons are trying patch up the affected blood vessels. I’m afraid at this point that’s all I can really say.”

“So… she’s going to be okay?” It was desperate plea for something that, even if Tom wouldn’t admit, he didn’t really believe - it seemed as if none of the three in the room did. 

“It’s not that easy I’m afraid. Assuming the surgeons can stabilise the bleeding and fix it…. with blood loss like she has suffered we… we don’t know what the effects of that will be. We tried to prevent as much damage to her brain and body as possible with transfusing blood into her and it was good that she was in hospital so could get treatment almost immediately…. But I’m afraid it’s simply too early to say. The first hurdle is going to be getting her out of surgery safely, only then can we deal with whatever happens next.”

Tom had so many emotions flashing through his head. He knew the doctor was trying to go slow to make the information a little more digestible  but it was all so bloody incomprehensible. So when the greying man asked  both men if they had any questions, neither took up his offer. Surely they both would after hours of processing and analysing but for right now? They were stunned into silence. 

“Okay sir, now I hope you don’t mind me saying this but it really is important for you to hear. You are now a father, as Y/n is a mother. This situation is never easy but as a first time dad I need you to be aware that now your fiancé can’t be your only priority. We are all here to support you but please, just remember that.”

Harrison was so glad the doctor had said that, it was so completely true - yet Haz knew he didn’t have enough power to have said it to Tom. The whole thing was impossible and at the centre was an innocent, beautiful but totally dependant baby. 

“What happens now then?” Haz had to ask on behalf of his friend, who was now completely overwhelmed. Dr Webber sighed, leaning back and rubbing his knees before answering. 

“If the surgery is successful it’ll be at a best estimate two hours before we will have news for you , then she will be taken into intensive care where everything else would be assessed and further investigations would happen. You can both stay here or go get food, maybe go down and see the baby in the neonatal ICU? I personally promise that as soon as any of us get any news you will be the first to know.” 

He was met with the sort of silence that makes you shiver. Sighing heavily, the doctor rubbed his knees, apparently preparing to leave. “This possibly one of the worst case scenarios that could’ve happened but Y/n is in the best hands and we will do everything for her. If you do think of anything you want clarification on, grab one of the nurses and they’ll come and find me.”

And then he left. 

The room was deathly silent. Harrison couldn’t dare to look over at Tom - he knew what he would see and honestly seeing Tom like that would only make it worse. God knows how long they sat in those plastic lined, lightly padded hospital chairs. Both in silence. Just thinking… or more like worrying… or more like dreading. It was Tom who actually broke the silence first, his voice barely audible but still the meaning was crisp and clear. 

“I can’t do it Haz” For the first time since the doctor was with them, Harrison looked at Tom, catching him directly in the eye. That hurt… Tom’s eyes looked so, so… hopeless. He knew what his broken friend was saying, but honestly Haz didn’t want to hear it so he did not respond. That didn’t stop Tom though, he continued. “I can’t do it. … I-I can’t be a dad without her… I just can’t.”

What the hell was Harrison supposed to say? There wasn’t really a guidebook to this situation. He was clueless. So, cautiously Harrison just leaned over, wrapping his arms round Tom as he all but collapsed into his friends chest. Tom was sobbing harshly as Harrison looked up at the ageing ceiling tiles, trying to surpress his own emotions because now clearly wasn’t about him. 

“You can Tom… you have to.” His friend didn’t respond, well apart from harsh sobs that racked his frame. And so Harrison just let Tom cry, folded awkwardly and uncomfortably over the arm rest of the chairs, occasionally yelling into his chest at the unjustness of the situation. 

It wasn’t fair. But it had still happened. And there was still a baby girl by herself downstairs. 

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is this okay or too much? I won't write another part if generally people think its a bit too dark!!!!