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[honnelander]

asdfghjkl I love your writing. Your Sanji & reader have my heart forreal 🫶🏼✨ keep up the great work 😘

Suggestion: reader having a niche hobby (like knitting/crocheting, or collecting shells, anything really LOL 😆 your choice) and Sanji’s reaction to that

you are soooo sweet thank you!! this request/suggestion was so cute, i loved it.

when i read "collecting shells" i immediately knew what i wanted to write for it and this is how i think go fish!Sanji would react to reader collecting sea shells as a niche hobby:

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When you had started collecting shells, it didn't start out as a hobby, far from it in fact. You didn't even know collecting sea shells was considered a hobby until Luffy pointed it out to you.

"Oh, wow! You collect shells y/n? How cool!" Luffy gushed with his signature bright smile that lit up his face. That's one of the things you loved about Luffy, he had the ability to make any rudimentary task seem like the most special thing ever. "What a cool hobby!"

And that was when your shell-collecting hobby was born. At first, you had just wanted a souvenir of some sort, just wanting a small piece of each island you visited so you could look back at your collection one day and remember all of the places you've ever been to.

It was something very special to you. So imagine how you felt when you nearly forgot to grab a shell one day, during a routine island pit stop to restock the ship's supplies, when the weather suddenly took a turn for the worst just as the straw-hat crew was making their way towards the ship.

You liked to grab a shell right before you left. Usually, you had your routine: you would go to the closest beach to where the Going Merry was docked at, take a moment to survey the assortment of shells scattered along the beach, and pick out the shell that most reflected your either long or short time on the island. You loved it.

But during that particular trip, your shell-collecting routine didn't go as planned and you nearly had a heart attack at the thought of missing a shell.

The weather had suddenly turned for the worst as you and the crew were walking back towards the Merry. All of a sudden, it started to downpour so everyone decided to run back to the ship as fast as they could before all of the ship's supplies got ruined (well, everyone except for Zoro, who was already back on the ship with his stuff, not wanting to stick around on any island longer than he had to).

As you all were running up the plank to board the ship one by one, Luffy suddenly called out to you from the dock as you tailed behind Nami with Sanji right behind you.

"Wait! Y/n!" he called out and you stopped at the top of the plank to look back at him through the rain. "What about your sea shell? Don't forget to go and grab one!"

You gasped and your eyes widened. Your heart nearly dropped at the thought of forgetting to grab a shell and in turn, forgetting all about your visit to this island. "My shell!"

"Your what?" Sanji asked loudly over the rain, next to you.

You quickly dropped your crate of supplies on the ship's deck, not caring anymore if they got wet or not. "I have to go get my sea shell!" you replied quickly, running past him and back to the dock.

"Don't worry, y/n, we will be waiting right here for you!" Luffy reassured with a nod. "Now go get your shell!" he yelled and raised his fist in the air.

You gave him a grateful smile as you dashed towards the nearest beach, Sanji watching you go with a curious look in his eye before bringing your supply crate inside and out of the rain.

That night, as Sanji was cleaning up the kitchen, you were still at the table finishing up the warm soup he had made that night for dinner (he loved that you were a slow eater, it meant that most nights he got to spend a little bit of extra alone time with you in his favorite place), he asked you about your niche hobby.

"Feeling better now?" Sanji asked, breaking the comfortable silence as he cleaned off one of his knives with a rag, sneaking a look at you with a small smile. "All warmed up from being out in the rain too long?"

You hummed in agreement. "Absolutely," you nearly purred in delight (Sanji felt his heartbeat stutter for a second at your tone. He's never heard you like that before). You looked at the chef with gratitude. "Your food always hits the spot Sanji, but the soup you made tonight just hit differently. It warmed me right up."

"Ok good," Sanji laughed softly, looking at you for a few seconds through his blonde hair, and flicked it to the side slightly. "I can't have you getting sick on me now." He finished cleaning off the one knife, setting it down on the counter, picking up another to clean before he asked with a raised brow, "So, uh, why did you go back today? Something about a sea shell?"

And that's how he learned about your niche hobby.

You told him all about it; about how you wanted a small token from everywhere you've ever been, how long you've been doing it, described some of your favorite sea shells you've found so far, and how you couldn't wait to show your collection to your kids and grandkids someday and in turn, telling them all about your adventures with the straw hat pirates.

As Sanji listened to you explain your hobby to him, he couldn't help but smile to himself, stealing glances at you every so often. He loved listening to you talk about the things you were passionate about. He loved the way your face lit up and your eyes sparkled.

And for something as unique and special as this? He loved it even more because he knew that this little hobby of yours went way beyond just collecting shells, it was your own way of physically manifesting your hopes and dreams. Each shell you acquired was another story you would tell your future kids about. You were sharing a part of your soul with him, and Sanji was completely enamored.

From that night forward, Sanji had decided that he too would start a sea shell collection of his own, without you knowing, so that someday in the future, he could surprise you and your kids with it, with the beautiful sea shells he had secretly collected right alongside you, his future wife, the whole time.

He couldn't wait to see the look on your face someday.

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[avidhorrormoviefan]

Smut request about sitting on sub Charlies face 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

AAAHHHH

thank you so much for your patience with me i’ve had writers block for like a month but i’m back!! keep the requests cominggg!!! love you all!!

smut, sub!charlie, “momma”, not proofread

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imagine this but with more of a smile 😮‍💨

charlie’s such a pathetic little simp. whenever you ask him to do something for you, he says yes.

need water? he’s on it. want to take a shower? he starts it for you and makes sure it’s a perfect temperature. want head? believe me, he’s there.

he finds himself kissing your tongue with you on his lap, something very familiar to you.

his hands wander from your hips, down to your thighs and up to your waist as his touch gives you goosebumps. you rock your hips back and fourth to give you both some much needed friction, his clothed erection pressing against your wet heat.

he lets out a mewl at your movements, parting from the kiss. he looks up at you, his light eyes looking so pathetic.

“baby..” he whines as you play with the long hair at the back of his neck.

“what’s up, hun?” you slightly tilt your head at him, giving him a small frown.

he breathes shakily as your fingers grip the roots of his hair. “i wanna make you feel good, momma…”

you smile at the plead, “why don’t we try something new, hmm?”

he perks up, his hands coming to grip your hips, “like- like what??”

“here..” you say as you get off of him, his face slightly dropping at the loss of you. he looks so desperate and needy looking up at you. “lay down,” you demand. he immediately complies and lays on his back.

he watches as you take off your hands and peel off your panties to reveal your dripping cunt. he’s giddy at this point, blushing and giggling, so excited to see what’s to come next.

you step closer to him, his eyes locking on yours, moving to rake down your body. "baby..." he whines.

your hands come to push his hair away from his face. as you take his his features as you come to sit on his chest, legs wrapped around his torso.

"i need you to be a good boy and listen to me, okay?" you say, moving your hands to brush your thumb on his cheekbone.

he nods frantically, wanting to be so good for you, just wanting to make you feel good. "yes, momma i promise"

"alright.." you lift your hips up and move up closer to his face, "put your arms under my hips,"

"yeah..." he wraps his arms under your thighs and plants his hands on your hips as he looks directly at your pussy.

you huff out a laugh through your nose as he thrusts his hips up to get some friction out of his jeans.

"babyyy.." he whines again, just wanting to taste you.

"alright, alright," you scotch up a little once more, hovering just above his face. "you ready, baby?"

he nods desperately, again, "mhmm"

you sit down slowly, tongue automatically darting out of his mouth to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit. he makes sure to pay close attention to the noises coming from you. you let out a high whine as your head rolls back and your hands come to grab a handful of his hair.

he licks and sucks on your clit, so eager to please you. he grunts as he pulls your full weight on him, the vibration rumbling through your body. he doesn't care if he fucking suffocates between your thighs.

you shift slightly forward to get his mouth on your entrance. he gets the point and pushes his tongue inside you. you moan as you feel the warmth of his mouth finally kissing your walls.

the lewd sounds coming from both you and him are pornographic. the sloppy wet noises mixed with your moans and whines are music to his ears.

he thrusts his tongue in and out of you, loving the taste. you almost fall forward as he sucks on your clit. how is he so fucking good at this?

his mouth working on your clit is like heaven on earth for both you and him.

he pulls you closer to him as you feel your orgasm rushing towards you. what puts you over the edge is feeling a final grunt come from his, again feeling it in your pussy. you moan and whine as you come over his face, his tongue lapping you up in all your glory, coursing you through your orgasm.

when you tighten your thighs around his face, his hands grip the flesh of your hips. he continues to suck on your clit, your hands pulling on his hair to try to get him to stop or at least slow down. he doesnt.

"fuck baby, baby.. sto-stop please!"

he lets go of your clit, releasing your legs to fall back against his raised knees.

“holy shit…” you say, completely out of breath.

“i’m sorry momma i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, you just- …tasted so good..”

“it’s okay baby, it’s fine..” you say, soothingly rubbing his thighs as you keep laid back, “s’good baby, you did so good f’me. so proud of you, thank you.”

you keep your eyes locked on him, as he looks more embarrassed then normal. “honey, what is it?”

you sit up a bit, trying to keep eye contact but he looks away. “charlie, look at me.”

“i- mm i…” he gestures at his lap.

you look down, seeing a darker spot on his jeans by his dick.

“baby,” you slightly laugh, “it’s okay.” there’s really no reason for him to be embarrassed. you both know how you get him; he’s so in love with you.

“really?” he finally looks at you, cheeks going back to a normal shade.

“yes, charlie. i’ll just have to repay you some other time,” you say slowly getting up.

“w-what?

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(would you want this to be foreshadowing wink wink)

sorry this is kinda bad i wrote this at like 1 am

[nanaanatiion]

Omg your BBF!JJ is amazing could I request a BBF!JJ blurb(or however u wish to write it)of him and reader being in a secret relationship and how he would be in that situation!

Thank you and you’re an amazing writer!!

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JOHN B'S HALF-SISTER!READER x JOHN B'S BESTFRIEND!JJ

warnings: underage drinking and smoking, profanity, fluff, mentions of abuse. MDNI!!

Introduction: John B brought you to hang out with him and his friends after you practically begged him. You strut in with your f/c bikini and 2nd f/c cover-up, your brother looks embarrassed by your behavior but you just find it funny. John B introduces to his friends, Pulp, Sandrah, and Kekia, you think that's their names.., oh and you don't think you could ever forget JJ. JJ caught your eye the whole time, you could barely pay attention to your brother telling you his other friend's names. You quickly start a conversation with JJ, 'Hi, I'm Y/N but you can call me N/N, you're JJ right?' he gives you a warming smile, and you almost melt right there and then. 'Yup, that's me, do you uhm drink or smoke?' you've smoked a few times with your friends but not on the daily, but you do drink a lot at parties that you attend, so you take his offer 'Yeah, why not' you take the blunt from his hand and take a drag from it before handing back to him. You hope this is a good start....

Staying Secret: You begin going with your brother more often but he pays it no mind you make close friends with Pope, Sarah, and Kiara (you finally learned their names) but you have an even better relationship with JJ. You guys hit it off perfectly after meeting and you begin coming around more often but not too often so they don't get suspicious of your (drumroll plsss) relationship. You and JJ usually hang out when the group isn't together or when you guys take beer runs together. You usually hang out place is at your house when John B is out doing something, you guys makeout, cuddle, do his makeup, watch movies, cook, and just other stuff when you're with each other privately.

You think your relationship is perfect, with no problems from your side, and you don't think he has any problems either until you find him at your window bloody and tears running is his face 'JJ what happened to you?!' you pull him into your room and leading him into your bedroom bathroom, he looks at you as if he's contemplating telling you something, he takes a deep breath. 'my dad beats me..' he mumbles, refusing to make eye contact, the air in your lungs immediately leaves 'w-wha..?' eyes prickle as you look at him for conformation. 'my dad did this' he slowly turns his head towards you, small tears running down his face. You kiss his wounds after wiping them with alcohol pads, you take a warm towel and wipe his face.

'do you want to stay the night.?' you mumble while cuddling him, he hums in response and you slowly get up. you pull out some of his clothes and turn on the shower, 'jj c'mon so you can get in the shower..' you mumble, he groans as you pull him up and walk him into the bathroom ' get in the shower so we can sleep jj' you say sleepily ' can you get in with me?' you nod as you take off your clothes and get in. you wash him up then yourself and get out and cuddle for the rest of the night.

QnA:

Q: why is she john b's half sister and not blood?

A: because john b is white and as a black women I don't want to exclude other races by them being fully blood

Q: why is there no smut?

A: because i wasnt sure if miss/mister wanted smut but feel free to ask for a smut part 2

Q:can i request a hc,blurb, or series?

A: yes for now because soon i will be closing my submission box because of school reasons but I can take to week for ur ask to be published

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Razor - Absolute Fluff with Tommy.

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Social, What? - Modern!Tommy discovers the gram 🤍 Safe Inside - Tommy just wants you to be safe 🤍 Jealous - Why does Y/N need to be jealous when she's the one marrying Tommy. 🖤🤍 (Part two of Safe Inside) All in - Tommy needs to stop playing games 🖤 Christmas Eve - Christmas is never simple with the Shelby’s 🖤 Ride - You just can't help yourself 🖤🤍 Not In Love - You & Tommy are definitely NOT in love, no way. 🤍 Hurt - Using Writing prompts. 🤍 Sweet Valentine - Tommy sometimes just needs to be shown how fun love is! 🖤 Untidy - How did Tommy get his wonky bowtie.🖤 On Film - Tommy just needs something to help him through long business trips. 🖤🤍 Sleep - Tommy hasn’t slept since returning from war. 🤍 Guidance - You & Tommy both need some guidance.🖤🤍 His Property - You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred.🖤🤍 Vibrations - Modern!Tommy finds out vibrating panties are a thing, someone is going to have to test drive them. 🖤 Right Here - Tommy once again needs to prove himself.🖤🤍 Naughty Secret - You've been dating Modern!Tommy for a few months, he's about to find out something that he really loves about you.🖤🤍

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Run - All Tommy ever does is run.

Partners In Crime - Part of Mar's 900 Celebration! Three's A Party - 🖤 Pizza & Champagne - 🖤 Sweetest of the Sunflowers - For K's 3k Celebration!

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[ohraicodoll]

Ok LOVE the tommy and red hcs, I need to know how maria and Joel reacted when they found out tommy punched an asshole??

Tommy Miller was not scared of his wife.

But he was fully aware that she might not be the most rational in her current condition. So when he pulled up to his house after leaving Joel and Red's place, he'll admit he hesitated when he saw her standing in their doorway with her hands on her hips. He opened his mouth to speak and she held up a finger, mouth pressed together sternly. "Inside," she bit out before turning on her heel. He wondered when being around Red had become the safer option, but swallowed his grimace and walked into their home. The whiskey Joel had given him had made him looser, more warm, and he tried to blame that on the sweat across his brow. When he gave his brother the run down of what had happened at the wood mill, he could see the surprise in his eyes. That Tommy had actually defended the woman and what that meant. Miller boys were known to be protective and it was just as clear as spelling out that Tommy considered her one of theirs. Red had been quiet but not unnervingly so, rolling her eyes at their jokes. Despite Joel being unhappy about what had happened (threatening that if he knew who did it, he was going to make due on Tommy's threat), the man was more pleased. Red was safe, the assholes got what was coming, and Tommy had protected the family. Drinks all around.

The air was still warm, windows slightly cracked to let in a breeze and Tommy wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch and sink into the fuzzy feeling from the alcohol. It felt all in all like a nice, pleasant day if it wasn't for the lighting coming off his wife and his hand starting to sting like a bitch.

Tommy followed Maria to the kitchen and chewed on the corner of his lip, shuffling in place in the silence. She only turned to the freezer and got out an icepack before shoving him into a chair none too gracefully, "You wanna tell me why the hell I had four different people tell me you socked one of the guys down at the mill?"

"Honey-" Maria held up her finger again and Tommy swallowed his platitudes as she aggressively put the icepack on his sore hand, "Don't you try that, Tommy Miller. First I have to worry about Red then Joel and now you're out here hitting people too?" "Those men were being aggressive and harassing her," he spoke up with frustration, "They needed to be told to back off." "Told, Tommy," she interrupted him, "the key word is told. Your fists weren't saying anything." "Well they certainly listened afterwards," he grumbled. She sighed, closing her eyes to take a deep breath, "You can't go punching people, baby. It doesn't look good and it doesn't help when she's involved-" Tommy scoffed, which probably wasn't the greatest move but he wasn't exactly known for being smart, "If it was Ellie or you, I would have done the same thing. She's family, honey. Like it or not. We gotta protect our own and those guys weren't gonna listen to reason-" "And you know that how?" She cocked her hip out with a raised brow, pursed lips, "Did they say that right before you sucker punched them?" "I know the type," he argued. He did. He'd seen it at the bars years before. Hands grabbing at waitress' waists, their hands, pulling and grabbing and their comments. Someone needed to teach them a lesson. Maria sighed, "You Millers and your thick heads." She couldn't help but shake her head and he thanked god for pregnancy mood swings for once. He could see the anger leaving her body completely and he gave her a grin, rubbing his hand on her belly and pulling her close, laughing when the grin became contagious. He had no doubt she'd bring this up later when the mood swung again. But he was in the clear for now and if he kept charming her, maybe she'd see his reasoning. "They're on probation, just so you know," she muttered, letting herself get pulled into the circle of his arms, "We could have just tossed them in the jail for the rest of the day. No more punching people or else I'm gonna throw you in there too. God help me if this baby ends up with all the Miller genes." Tommy grinned, "Yes, ma'am." At least the baby would have a hell of a family watching their back.

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can we please destroy every single phone to exist in the prof geto fanfic i swear if i get cockblocked by a phone call one more time i might just explode 😖

also can i please get added to the taglist?? i literally love your writing to pieces

hahahah honestly there’s gonna be a slight joke about the phones in part 3 so I’m very excited about that lmao

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[kentocidal]

closer

users: gorou x afab!gn!reader

internal warnings: pwp, rough, drabble, dubcon, pronouns are not used for reader

internal notes: uhhhhh this is loosely based on closer by nine inch nails. anyway gorou fucks like an animal and i’m right to say it.

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gorou prided himself on being a man in control. he was a war general, decorated and honored, and he took great care to be seen as a man first, and an animal second.

on rare occasions, however, something about the way you smell sometimes makes him fucking crazy.

you brushed past him late in the night. the moon was high and you were both up from the heat of the summer night. he had been panting and rubbing ice along the back of his neck, and you came up beside him to grab a cup to fill with water from the icebox. that was when he smelled something on your skin.

his ears perked up high on his head, his tail flicking up. his head swung towards you, nose twitching as he sniffed the air. something… it was heady, rolling off of you in waves. 

his fingers curled around the ice in his hand, and it slipped from his grip and fell to the floor with a crunch.

you turned to look at him as you sipped your cold water, cocking a brow as you stared at his blown out pupils in the dark. “gorou? what’s wrong?”

“are you-...” he sniffed the air again and felt something primal crawl up his throat. it felt like something was vibrating inside his head, blurring his vision as he honed in on you.

you smelled like sex. like you needed to be bred.

the look on your face made him come to the realization that the vibrating was his growling. you looked nervous; yet, your cheeks were red. flushed, even in the dark. “gorou? what’s wrong? are you alright?”

he blinked and tried to shake the feeling off, but as you stepped closer to him to put a hand on his arm, squeezing softly to try and get his attention and focus back, something in him snapped.

gorou was a controlled, calm man. but he couldn’t hold off when you smelled like that.

he couldn’t get the words out. it happened quickly, the way his clawed hands grabbed your waist and shoved you against the counter, his lips and teeth gnashing against yours in a rough almost-kiss. 

you gasped out as your hands scrabbled for purchase against the countertop, and then against his broad chest. he had a smaller build, sure, but he was wide and thick with corded muscle from years of training and fighting. you moaned into his mouth, unsure of where this energy was coming from, especially so late into the night.

his hands and his teeth were all over you - your sides, your breasts, snaking down around your hips to press his weight entirely to your front. his cock, already starting to tent his sleep shorts, pressed against your inner thigh with a passion.

he was acting like a fucking animal. you felt your pussy gush in your panties as his teeth sunk into your shoulder and stayed there, certain to bruise or even break skin. you couldn’t tell.

gorou was in a haze, his eyes glazed over and blown out wide like a wolf who got the kill. he breathed in deep against your shoulder as his claws dug into your sleep shorts and yanked them down around your knees, clawing a hole in the crotch of your panties.

he was snarling against your skin, tearing at the fabrics separating him from you. he needed to be buried deep in you, deeply, carnally. 

it felt like one moment barely passed until he was sinking his cock into your dripping hole, bullying his way into you with a doglike yelp. you gripped his shoulders and cried out his name, but it fell on deaf ears.

gorou was going to breed.

[galaxywhump]

if wren started begging for something during a torture session (a small break bc he feels like he's gonna be sick, or some water) would daniel grant that to him? or would it be situationally dependent?

I know you were probably expecting a straightforward answer, but your ask made a WIP happen, so here it is.

[SV-240 masterlist]

contents: forced relationship whump, slavery whump, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, illness, non-graphic emeto, torture, knives, stress position, blindfold, creepy comfort.

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Wren woke up feeling terrible.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary for him, but that morning he felt terrible in a different way. He felt ill; weak and slightly dizzy, shivering despite it not being cold in the house. He didn’t tell Daniel, even though he wanted nothing more than to be given medication, hot tea, and some peace and quiet. No, telling Daniel would also mean him being overly caring and doting, which was the last thing Wren wanted to deal with.

So he didn’t say anything, and then he learned that Daniel was in the mood for some handiwork with his favorite knife.

Shit.

He still didn’t say a word when Daniel closed handcuffs on his wrists and attached them to a chain connected to a hook in the ceiling, forcing him to keep his arms outstretched and stand on his tiptoes. He didn’t say a word when Daniel put a blindfold on his eyes and earplugs in his ears. He just shuddered and gritted his teeth when the knife pierced his arm and was dragged downwards.

Just get through this, he thinks to himself while Daniel makes small, precise cuts around his shoulder blades in a pattern that only makes sense to him and his artistic vision. It’s not the first time.

But it’s the first time when he feels this awful during torture, and the position he’s in doesn’t help. His body is under so much strain, stretched out uncomfortably, he can barely stay upright, his arms hurt, his head hurts, everything hurts, and Daniel’s only adding more pain. He still feels dizzy despite the darkness - or maybe because of it - his face is covered in cold sweat, he starts feeling slightly nauseous. The blindfold is soaked with tears of frustration, he can hear his heartbeat way too clearly, it’s the only sound he hears, he feels horrible, he wants out, he wants this to end, he can’t handle this after all, but that means…

“Stop,” he mumbles weakly, shaking his head and whining when the pain from the cuts seems to intensify now that he’s not fully preoccupied with his illness. Talking with the earplugs in is an unpleasant, almost surreal experience, and he can only hope he’s actually saying something, that his voice isn't too weak. "Please stop."

But this is Daniel, so Wren can imagine him laughing at his begging, making a stupid comment promising that this will be over soon, sweetheart, but this isn't about that. He whimpers when the knife cuts into his back again.

"I'm serious, stop, I-I think I'm gonna be sick, I just need a break."

The knife disappears, and Wren swallows desperately, struggling to take a deep breath.

He flinches when he feels Daniel grip his arm - thankfully an undamaged part of it - and a moment later his wrists are released. Daniel catches him before he can collapse, unable to stay upright after the punishing position.

The earplugs are removed, and the blindfold follows. Wren winces and blinks, and when his eyes get used to something other than darkness, he sees Daniel's face, with worry written all over it.

"Are you still feeling sick?" he asks, and Wren nods.

Daniel wraps Wren's arm around himself to support him and leads him to the bathroom, where the nausea gets overwhelming. Daniel holds his hair back for him, not saying a word for now.

Wren closes his eyes, exhausted, and fuck does everything hurt, but mostly his arms and back now that he's moving again. He's trembling, getting up feels like an impossible task, and he's still crying, from pain and from his awful state, and he's not even mad at himself for it.

"Better now?"

"I think so," he mutters. Daniel lets go of his hair.

"I'll get you some water."

Wren nods, keeping his eyes closed, not daring to move an inch for fear of his body igniting with pain again and the room spinning.

Anxiety creeps up on him; nothing like this has ever happened before, and he doesn’t know what to expect from Daniel.

He comes back and hands Wren a glass of water, then sits down next to him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"What happened?" he asks.

"I think I'm sick." Wren stares down at the water, every breath causing his fresh wounds to shift and hurt even more. "I feel like shit, and… you just saw for yourself, I guess." He sighs. “So just get the session over with before it gets worse.”

Daniel firmly shakes his head, frowning.

“No. You need to rest. I’ll take care of your wounds and then you can lie down.” He pets Wren’s hair. “We can continue some other time.”

Wren huffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You do realize how fucked up that sounds, right?”

Daniel just chuckles in response. He does know. It changes nothing.

The knife will return in a few days, and yet Wren can’t help but be relieved as Daniel cleans and dresses his wounds, then gives him a shirt and carries him to the living room.

“I can carry you to the bedroom, if you’d like. Unless you prefer the couch.”

“Couch,” Wren mutters. The bed is more comfortable and the bedroom would offer more peace and quiet, provided Daniel leaves him alone, but he wants to stay out of there as much as he can, and the couch is too small for Daniel to lie down next to him.

As much as he hates the couch, he can’t deny that it’s comfortable, and in his exhaustion he practically melts into it. Daniel even brings him a blanket, which Wren curls up under, pulling it up to his neck.

“I’ll bring you some pills,” Daniel says, pressing his palm to Wren’s forehead; he clicks his tongue when he confirms that it’s unnaturally warm, and brushes Wren’s hair away from his face, making him wince. “Do you need anything else, sweetheart?”

“Rest,” Wren sighs, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now that he’s stopped ignoring it, his illness has decided to hit him with everything it’s got.

“Okay. I’ll fetch the pills and you can sleep after you’ve taken them, alright? Try to stay awake.”

“Mhm.”

Daniel leaves, and Wren wraps the blanket tighter around himself, blinking slowly, trying to fight his exhaustion off for a bit longer. Daniel is just as doting as he’d feared he would be, but… aside from his usual sweethearting it feels good to be taken care of, and to be listened to. The wounds still sting, a reminder of the torture he’d gone through and will go through again soon, but he can’t bring himself to care. He waits for his captor and torturer to come back with the medicine, and he has to remind himself not to thank him for this bare minimum of kindness, more than most of what he’s gotten throughout his life.

He wishes it wasn’t like this, moments of kindness and loving care juxtaposed with pain and tears and coercion; he knows how much Daniel enjoys doing this, being the sole source of both suffering and comfort.

He’s aware of so many mechanisms of his captivity, yet he’s powerless to fight them, forced to accept them, and all he can hope for is that all these processes won’t shape him into something else, whatever Daniel, whose smile is unnervingly genuine and fond when he enters the living room, wants him to be.

“Sleep well, sweetheart," Daniel says softly once Wren's washed the pills down with water. "I hope you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“So you can torture me more?” Wren mutters, closing his eyes. 

Daniel’s lighthearted laughter keeps ringing in his ears long after he's fallen asleep.

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I wanna apologize cause I swear to god I’ve been keeping track and adding all of you who have requested to be on the taglist to my excel sheet, 😅

BUT

For some reason tumblr would NOT let me fucking post the newest update with the tagged usernames on it. It kept erroring even when I deleted and redid the whole list. It only allowed me to post it if I didn’t tag anyone.🙄

So that being said, I’ll try again next update. But I haven’t forgotten anyone! And I’m sorry if you didn’t get notified about the newest chapter!

TLDR: tumblr is a giant bitch. I will try to tag next time.