#but when i couldnt see anything i just layed back down

[nomairuins]

i want to watch the things on my watchkist but i also never do its rly tragic

[chrispleasure]

CANT SLEEP, c.s

summary!: chris cant sleep without apologising to his girlfriend, afraid it might be her last night.

not proof read!

the air became heated, you didnt want to shower with chris, which caused him to yell at you. “what! are you afraid of seeing a dick or something?!” he yells, stepping out of the bathroom.

he didnt want to argue, but he felt hurt that you wanted to be alone and not with him. “its not that— im not afraid. i just want some peace.” you stood by the doorway, watching as he undressed himself.

chris took a few blankets and one of his pillows and left the room, carrying the argument further. you decided now was the best time to have your shower, knowing he wont bother you.

as the water become heated, you undressed and stepped under the square shower head. soft hums escaped your lips, “hmm..” you mumbled, leaning back.

the bathroom lights werent on either, which spiked your mood to feel more flirty and sexy. your hand traveled near your wet pussy, hesitant to touch yourself.

you decided against and brought your hand back to your chest, crossing your arms and letting the water take over.

downstairs, chris lies down on the couch cuddled up in his blankets and pillow. silently hoping you would come down stairs and apologize.

it was stupid, you werent the one who needed to apologise. he did. but he was too immature to be the bigger person.

small tears escaped his eyes and went onto the white pillow, he sunk deep intonthe couch. chris wanted a hug, a gesture of love.

he didnt mean to act out like this, part of him was still angry for yelling at you like he did. little did he know he was the last thing on your mind.

you were near the end of your playlist on spotify, the song ending. which meant it was time to get out of the shower and apologise.

which you dreaded, not wanting to see his pretty face. the tears which were most likely streaming down his cheeks.

as you stumble out of the shower, you slip and hit your head on the counter. “fuck!” you wince, letting out a small sob as you sit up.

you instinctively cover the corner of your head with your hand, causing blood to drip down onto it. “mmph- shit, shit..” you sob, rocking back and forth.

you wanted chris’s comfort instantly, but he wouldnt give it too you, you did definitely say some hurtful things too and about him.

after a few minutes of crying, you pull yourself off the ground, getting used to the feeling of your head feeling as if it’s about to fall off.

you scurry and put on the pajamas you left on the counter, stumbling to the bedroom. you didnt even bother going downstairs to say goodnight.

immediately, without a thought, you get under the blankets. moving your body to adjust to the feeling of the sheets.

it feels like heaven, closing your eyes and relaxing. part of you wanted chris cuddling into you, speaking reasurring words into your ear, touching around your breasts to calm you down. but he was all the way downstairs, probably pissed off.

as your thoughts drifted to random things, you fell asleep quickly. your body relaxing in a comfortable position.

but chris on the other hand, couldnt shut an eye. he stayed on the same couch for hours, hungry for cuddles or even a kiss.

he tried, tried and tried, but nothing. just black, no dream, nothing. he couldnt sleep angry with you, or you angry at him.

he sat up, grabbing his pillow. he walked upstairs, tears wet on his face. he was shaking and sobbing quietly.

a few quiet knocks were heard. when he got no response, he decided to walk in. after all, it was also his room.

he walks in, walking to his side of his bed. “baby? you ‘wake?” he asks, his side of the bed sinking a little as he layed down.

you slept peacefully, not hearing anything he was saying or asking. he shook you, moving closer for comfort. “ma, wake up..” he sniffles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

without question, you woke up, thinking their was an earthquake. you looked to your left, seeing chris’s figure shaking you.

once he saw you were awake, he stopped. looking at you with a frown. “what do you want, chris?” you asked tiredly, resting your head on the pillow.

“im sorry for getting angry.. i just wanted a shower with you, i feel a need to always be close to you at all times.” he apologised, cuddling close to you.

a soft smile played on your lips, feeling happy he apologised. “i also jus’ couldnt sleep without saying sorry. you couldve died in your sleep.” he says in a worried tone.

you chuckled, turning to face him fully. “hey, hey.. im okay. im healthy enough that i wont die for a while.” you rub his cheek, met with the now dried tears that stayed there.

“you cried?” you asked, frowning a little. he nods, putting his hand on your wrist. “can we just cuddle and sleep? i need comfort.” he whines, moving closer.

your body pressed against his, pressing a kiss against his neck a few times before drifting off. “i love you.” you say.

the end!!

[ackerprettyy]

• eren eating you out for the first time •

warnings: cooch eating

18+ only mdni

“Do you want to get on the bed?” You nodded and held his hand while he led you to his bed, laying you down first before he got situated on top you. You were sure that he could hear your heart beating out of your chest. Eren lowered his head and softly pressed his lips the against your neck, making you immediately tense up. “s-sorry, are you uncomfortable?” Of course you weren’t uncomfortable, it’s just that the feeling was so foreign to you. “no it’s just…im a little nervous” you lightly chuckled, a little embarrassed at the fact. “it’s just us baby, i promise i won’t do anything to hurt you, pretty girl.” He smiles down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “i trust you ren” you gave him a reassuring smile and cupped his face before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Eren left kisses all over your neck, breasts, and stomach, leaving you into a moaning frenzy. He slowly parted your legs so that he could kiss your inner thighs, feeling his dick jump in his boxers when he saw the slightly damp stop forming on your panties. He noticed the closer his lips got to your flower, the heavier your breathing got. “want me to take them off, y/n?” He had his hands placed at the waistband of your panties, waiting for your okay. “yes, please” He slowly slid the pink fabric off your pelvis and down your legs. He almost drooled over your pussy, not even knowing where to start, so you immediately gave you one long test lick. As soon as he tongue came in contact with your pussy, your back instantly arched off the bed. When Eren saw how your body responded to his tongue, he felt the confidence demon take over him, and he went to work. Slurping sounds and your moans were all that could be heard throughout the room as Eren’s tongue flicked all over your folds. You grabbed his long dark brown locks and pushed his head deeper into you. Eren felt like he was becoming intoxicated from your juices. You felt his big hands roaming all over your body, squeezing on your stomach and breasts. “i swear you taste so fucking good” he mumbled into you, making your body vibrate. Just when you thought you couldnt feel anymore blissful, you felt two, long wide fingers curl up into you. You let out a huge gasp, body suddenly convulsing with pleasure. “you like when i use my fingers?” you ferociously nodded your head, being unable to properly respond to his question due to your mind being overwhelmed by pleasure. When Eren began sucking directly on your clit while simultaneously fingering you on the inside, you felt your orgasm taking over your body, followed by a warm liquid. Eren’s green eyes pierced into yours, mouth not leaving yours pussy even though the lower half of his face was drenched. He watched your eyes roll back into your head and body shake and squirm, knuckles gripping the bedsheets as hard as you could. You immediately became shy after looking down and seeing his face dripping in your clear liquid. Eren grins while you try to hide your face in the pillow. “you taste great”

sorry for any mistakes y’all know i can’t proofread properly

[itz-mfkn-de]

\\ALWAYS YOU//. M.R

warnings— OOC MATTHEO, Im a sucker for toxic boys but I made him extra sweet in his one idk why, uhhh not many tbh, cussing, kissing, smoking, that’s all I think.

summary— Mattheo was your best friend, always had been, but was the title of ‘friend’ enough?

-my first work for Mattheo! I will eventually get a master list going once I get more comfertable posting on here. This is a repost of one of my works on wattpad, just with some tweaks bc that work was olldddd-

You sat against mattheos 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 out of his dorm window.

"You know, some times, I'm worried for you. You just stare at things, it's weird." He snickered  as he took a drag from his cigarette.

You looked at him and scoffed, "Sometimes I'm worried about your lungs, you're bound to get some type of problem with all that's smoking you do." You half-joked, glancing at him.

He rolled his eyes, tilting his head up and blew the smoke out of his mouth.

"Seriously Mattheo, that stuff is absolute horse-shit for your body." You stated, accompanying your words with a sharp glare.

"I don't do it that often, just when I'm stressed." He muttered, taking his feet off of his desk and turning his body to face you.

"What happened to the whole 'I don't give a fuck about anything or anybody but myself' thing?" You said, mocking him to the best of your abilities.

"First of all I don't fucking sound like that," he laughed and squinted at you "second, just stressed about life, nothing in particular." 

You softly chuckled at his reaction. His eyes broke from yours, looking at some papers on his desk. Your eyes, however, never left his frame. You could stare at him for eternity, everything about his face seemed so perfect, almost as if it were meant to be admired.

You soon realized your staring and quickly averted your gaze towards the window again.

"You gonna go to the Yule ball this year?" You broke the silence, you knew Mattheo hated those things, he hated having to be around a shit ton of people and act like he enjoyed their company.

"Probably not." His demeanor changed, his tone became short, almost snappy.

"Oh, I'm probably just gonna go with Becca." You mumbled, knowing that if no guy was to ask you, Becca had your back.

"Hm." He nearly laughed at your remark.

"What? What's so funny?" You asked, looking back at him, his back still facing you.

"Just surprised you aren't going with a random slytherin guy or something." He answered, but the way he had said it has a strange undertone that you weren't sure how to feel about.

"Well I mean I don't know, I haven't been asked yet." You stated truthfully.

"Ah, I see." He murmured, soon after taking another drag of his cigarette.

You felt tension building in the room, suffocating tension. You weighed your options out, but you decided it would be better to give Mattheo some space, for what you were unsure of.

"Well, Becca and Emma told me they wanted to go dress shopping earlier so I think I'm gonna head over there so we can solidify our plans." You announced while picking up your books and putting them in your bag. 

"Bye Mattheo." You said while walking out of his dorm, expecting a response.

You shut the door when you got nothing, you mind raced with the possibilities on what could've caused mattheos strange behavior.

Maybe he'd just had an off day? No that couldnt have been it, he was fine moments before his attitude took a turn. 

Perhaps he was just having mood swings, you wouldn't be surprised with all the trash he puts in his body.

You stuck with that story and walked back to your dorm, which was on the other side of the slytherin tower. 

You reached it, setting your things down, then quickly turned around and nearly raced to your friends dorm.

The second you reached it, You waisted no time to jump on her bed, causing her to jump. 

"Yes, of course you can come into my room unannounced and lay on my bed." Becca said sarcastically. She had been digging through her closet in an attempt to find a dress. 

"Sorry, I just need to vent." You said while propping yourself up on your elbows.

"Go ahead." She sighed and laid her body weight 

"Okay so, there's this guy. He's like my best friend, but.."

She raised her eyes brows, signaling you to continue.

"But I want us to be more, or atleast I see him as more than a friend. I just feel like no matter how hard I try I can't get him to open up, he just.. won't."  You groaned.

"And everytime I get this sliver of hope that I've made progress, he just completely shuts down, leaving me in the dark confused and a little bit heartbroken!" You borderline screamed, your face shoved into her mattress.

"Okay, uh, let's calm down. If he's not showing any signs of being interested maybe you should just, move on- well attempt to at least." Becca stated ,rubbing your back.

You shut your eyes, truly taking in your friends words.  “hey Yknow what will make you feel better?” She nearly jumped with excitement. “Going to look for a dress in town.”

You knew she only had good intentions but the words kept echoing through your head. The thought of keeping Mattheo as a friend hurt, but it seemed to be all you could do at this point without ruining your friendship.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe you needed to accept Mattheo 

was just a friend.

-

All you could think about was the Yule ball. Over the next few weeks the days flew by, the anticipation growing larger with each one passing.

Of course you had been asked by some sweet guy from the Ravenclaw house, and, taking Becca's advice, you said yes.

There was nothing wrong with him, he just..he wasn't him.

You had decided to get ready alone, slipping into a beautiful green dress you and Becca had picked out. You finished your hair and makeup, looking into your vanity mirror.

You felt beautiful.

You smiled softly at how well you had dolled yourself up.

Glancing up at the clock, you rushed out of your dorm room, realizing it was the time you and your date had agreed to meet at the entrance by. 

You walked gracefully through the halls, a large smile adorning your face. Your heels tapped softly against the ground. You neared the entrance, your breath becoming shallow from the nerves. 

Then you saw Becca, she was wearing a beautiful Maroon dress. She looked absolutely breath taking.

"Hey!— oh my gosh." Becca looked at you, her jaw dropping. 

"You look stunning! Like some type of goddess...." She said barely above a whisper.

"Becca! Stop, you can't be talking, I forgot how to breathe the moment I saw you." You hugged her.

You were about to continue praising her and her beauty, but before you could comment you heard someone call your name.

"Y/n..wow.." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.

You turned around to see your date, who was wearing a very clean red and black suit. 

"Oh my gosh hi! Sorry for being a tad late, I lost track of time while getting ready!" You made your way next to your date, not before Becca gave you a sly smile and a push, leaving to go with her specimen she had chose for the night 

"It's okay.., you look amazing." He had said, taking your arm into his. He began to lead you into the ballroom.

"Thank you, I must say, you cleaned up nice." You smiled sweetly at him.

You and him entered the large room full of people, everything was elegant and royal, not a single speck of dust on anything.

You looked around the large room as your date led you down the stairs, you couldn't lie, you felt like a princess. The beautiful architecture of the room, complimented by your stunning dress, felt like something straight out of a fairy tale.

Once you had made it to the bottom of the staircase, you excused yourself away from your date in an attempt to go find Becca again. 

You stumbled past groups of people, many of them were couples having a romantic moment. 

You tried your best not to run into anybody, you dodged dancing bodies and nearly jogged across the dance floor.

You almost missed him.

You almost walked right by him.

You almost could've saved yourself the heartbreak.

But no you saw it—him with some random Hufflepuff girl. 

The way he whispered in her ear, the way she giggled a little too sweetly, everything. 

It all made you wanna cry—or throw up, which one that would be you weren't quite sure about yet. 

"Y/n?" Theodore came beside you and patted your back.

"Theo-Theodore, I thought Mattheo wasn't coming to the dance?" You struggled to get your words out as your eyes darted between the scene before you and Theodore. 

"Oh—uh yeah, he wasn't gonna originally, but some girl asked him and I guess he took a liking to her because usually he just brushes everyone off." Theo answered.

"Oh, I see, I just came to say hello. I'll be on my way now." Before Theodore could argue with your strange behavior you turned your back and walked as quickly as you could back to were your date was. 

You abandoned the idea of going to find Becca, you couldn't accidentally run into Mattheo and his.. friend again.

Instead you decided that distracting yourself with your date would be the best thing for your heart at the moment.

"Hey, sorry , I just saw a friend and got distracted." You said, out of breath.

"Oh. Don't even sweat it, I'm just glad you didn't run away and not come back." He joked, dragging you towards the dance floor. You couldn't help but laugh at his bubbly personality. It was a nice change of speed.

"I hope you like to dance." His hands fell onto your hips, yours made their way to his shoulders.

"I actually hate it." You smiled at him. 

"How unfortunate." Your smile grew when he matched your energy. You nearly forgot what you had seen a couple moments ago.

But alas, you didn't.

You could feel your chest tightening up, the tears bordering you waterline. Just thinking about him touching that girl in any way made you want to breakdown.

"Ex.—excuse me." You tried to excuse yourself as politely as you could. 

You didn't want your date too see you like this, vulnerable, heartbroken.

You urgently walked towards any door in your line of sight. When you finally found one, you ran through it. 

You just couldn't escape him, no matter how hard you tried. He was at every single corner you turned.

You nearly groaned when you saw him propped up over the balcony, smoking of course. 

He hasn't seemed to notice you, still looking out at the stars. 

You couldn't do it anymore, you couldn't spend one more fucking second acting like you weren't in love with him. 

The sad part was you'd rather be his friend than him hate you and be nothing at all. As long as he thought about you, you'd be okay. 

That's what you had been telling yourself, but you couldn't hold onto that lie anymore. 

"Mattheo." You croaked out behind him.

His head shot to the side, looking you dead in the eyes. 

"Angel… what're you doing out here."  He looked back out to the stars, unable to make eye contact. 

"I can't do it anymore."  You said shakily.

He turned his full body around this time, his eyes a dark brown. He blew the smoke out of his mouth, the wind pushing it in the opposite direction.

"I can't keep pretending I don't feel this way.., do you know how hard it was to watch you talk to that girl?" You nearly cried out.

"All the girls you fuck with and then bring them to shit like this, I cant keep lying to myself —wishing that it was me instead of her."

You were on the brink of gasping for air, your head pounded. You couldn't believe you had suppressed these emotions for so long. Every single time you went to Mattheo's dorm, you could barely restrain yourself from kissing him. 

Before you could continue on with your speech 

Mattheo had forced you against the wall. 

His lips met yours in a harsh collision. In an almost immediate reaction, your body responded to his actions, kissing him back with just as much need and hurry.

"You don't get to fucking do that."  He pulled back from your lips, still making sure to keep his face mere inches from yours.

"Every single day, I'd sit there and watch you talk to this new guy, I couldn't do shit about it— I wouldn't let myself do shit about it."

“I knew you deserved so much better than some lousy asshole like me, angel.” His hand held a firm grip on your hips, his other still had its place on the stone wall. 

"It took everything in me not to punch that fucker in the face when I saw him look at you, but I knew you wouldn't want that." You melted beneath his gaze.

His kisses trailed down your jawline.

"During second year, when I went to the dance, I saw you there with Draco, I nearly killed him right after. I couldn't bear to see you with anyone other than myself.. so I wouldn't go, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it so I never went to another ball again." He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Until this year." He mumbled softly in between the kisses he was leaving on your neck.

He brought his face back up to yours, his eyes stormy and clouded with something darker than just simple need.

"What'd he say to you? What did he call you?" Mattheo asked with a dark shimmer in his eyes, one you were hoping was just from the moon.

You swallowed harshly, you hadn't realized how dry your mouth truly was. 

"He just said I looked nice—" 

"Nice? You look fucking ravishing. I've never met a girl as beautiful as you, never once in my life seen a girl who could compare anywhere near you...That's why I call you angel you know...,because even if an angel walked by, my eyes would still be glued on you."

His gentle voice tickled your ears, and your cheeks warmed up beneath him.

"You are my angel."

He kissed you again, only this time it was more gentle. His lips held no rush, they were soft and comforting. 

You were the one to pull back this time, smiling sweetly up at him. He pulled you from against the wall, leaving the two of you in the center of the balcony, under the sparkling stars.

"I can't believe we've been friends all these years, and neither of us made a move."

He spun you around under the moon light, the beautiful sky knocking the breath out of you.

"Hey matty..?”You whispered once he had began to hold you in his arms gently.

"Yes angel?" He matched your tone, the sweet nickname you gave him made his chest tighten up.

"I love you." You closed your eyes, shutting them slowly.

"I love you... I always thought I'd never be the type to say that so freely, guess I just needed to meet the right person." He swayed the two of you lightly, finding a rhythm in the midnight winds. 

"Of course it's you... 

It's always been you."

[rottenblur]

Say cheese|A.ANDERSON

Summary: An innocent gift of a polaroid camera is cute in thought, but of course Abby couldn’t keep it innocent for long. 600 words (very quick written)

Warnings: PWP???? Ish established relationships. Strap use. Abby calling the strap her cock , choking, overstimulation mention, strap sucking mention, polaroid nudes (she takes pics of you as she is fucking you with the strap) Abby calling you baby. Crying during sex,(due to overstimulation),,,,abby enjoying it.

Whoever thought giving you and Abby a polaroid camera was a good couple gift, you wish they could see you now.

Abby had your legs spread, fucking you for an hour at this point. In and out, in and out, your brain fucking gone.

“Abby please.” You say as she pounds into you with no mercy. “What baby? ‘s it too much?” She mocks you as she takes one hand off your chest, moving it down to your clit.

The bedsheets wet with sweat and your own slick, her hips banging off your ass in every thrust, leaving the room with a echoing wet sound.

She smiles at you picking up her pace with her hips, the tip hitting your cervix bound to be bruised tomorrow. Her fingers work lazy circles, on you, her boxers wet from you. Her arms and stomach wet with sweat, the whole room smelt like pussy and sweat.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” She says watching the strap go in then out of you, how she wasn’t tired was confusing, you couldn’t understand it, to be fair you couldn’t understand anything right now.

You whine back to her not being able to make out words, your mouth open and hands placed above your head. You watch the way every time she thrusts in, her face tightens up as if she can actually feel inside you.

“Drunk all over my cock, so sweet.” She says, following it with a grunt as she speeds up her fingers. This pulls tears to your eyes and a moan from your throat. The overstimulation from cumming so many times was too much.

A wide smirk comes on Abby’s face when she sees your tears, she leans over, strap still fucking into you, grabbing the camera. “Wait Abby, what?” You try to see through your blurry, tearful eyes, then you hear a click followed by a flash blinding your eyes.

“So fucking sweet.” She continues fucking you, one hand on the camera the other rubbing tight circles on that sweet ball of nerves. Everything is sore from your neck down to your knees. Abby had a thing for you sucking the strap, the way your eyes filled with tears as you choked on it was gold to her.

Your face tightens up, as you feel yourself coming to your climax, tears still streaming down your face. Click then flash, you were scared to see how desperate you looked crying while Abby fucks you through your orgasm.

“You’re so pretty when you cry oh god.” She looks at you as you clench around her, grabbing her arm for support. She knocks your hand off, putting her’s tightly around your neck with the perfect amount of pressure. She picks up the pace, pulling more tears out of you, click then a flash.

She lays the camera back down, putting her fingers back on your clit as you whine to her. “Abby, ‘m gonna.” Her fingers matching the pace of her hips. “I know baby, cum for me, cum all over me.” You do, releasing all over her, your mind fuzzy as she fucks you through it till you’re heavy breathing and dripping down to the sheets.

She pulls out, taking her hands off you, neck sore, hole empty and achy. “So fucking pretty.” She says looking at the now developed pictures.

The next morning she sent you out to get the both of you coffee, it was nice, it was your time alone and Abby knew you loved it. She gave you her wallet as she insisted on paying. You get to the coffee shop, reach into her wallet to get the cash and pay but you drop it.

Three polaroid pictures fall out and onto the floor. You hand the cash over, stepping to the side to wait for the drinks you take a look. Hey, the two of you took more than just those pictures last night. It couldnt be them. You see yourself glossy, tear filled eyes, nude hickey covered body with Abby’s hand on your neck. You dont even dare to look at the other two.

A/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS (to those that celebrate it.) i didnt make it hella clear that it’s Christmas time in this just for the people that don’t celebrate it!! I got my inspo for this from “good decoration” by frank ocean hope yall like it bye bye

[khrtzu]

‘STEPDAD CHAN HEADCANONS’

PAIRING — stepdad!chan x fem!reader

GENRE — smut

SYNOPSIS — step daddy bang chan thoughts hehe

TW — step-cest, chans a perv, daddy kink (duh), and feetsies cause i couldnt help myself :)

NOTE — i hate this but stepdad chan gives me life ><

nav :3

— STEPDAD BANG CHAN WHO adores you the absolute most. youre just his sweet baby always trailing behind him everywhere he goes. sitting at the kitchen island while he cooks breakfast in the morning. laying on his studio couch while he works, a smile creeps up on his face when you eventually fall asleep little snores falling from your plumped lips.

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO tucks you into bed after you fall asleep in his studio. sending you to bed with a light kiss to your forehead and a whisper of “goodnight babygirl.”

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO has too sneak to the bathroom after tucking you in because the visual of your innocent sleeping figure gets him so hard. his tee shirt is stuffed between his teeth as he strokes his angry cock to the thought you.

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO gives you foot messages when you come to him all stressed from work and uni. handling you so gently, his thumbs pressing deep into the souls of your sore feet soothing the ache that lives there. all while thinking about your cute painted toes and what they would feel like stroking his cock. suddenly feeling his pants tighten drastically and excusing himself with a cough and a “i should get back to work”.

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO when you bring guy friends to the house gets so so jealous. constantly sending them a glare when youre not looking in his direction. asking to talk to you when they leave saying “he seems like bad news.” and shushs you when you try and argue with him “i dont want him at the house again.” getting up from the couch in the living room leaving you with no room to say anything back. he should be the only man in your life anyways.

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO finally gives in and steals a pair of your underwear. walking into the laundry room and seeing your basket full with dirty clothes ready to be washed. on top of the pile a pretty pair of pink panties with a small bow in the front lays and he just cant help himself, its to tempting. quickly swiping them and putting them in his pants pocket and rushing to his room locking the door behind him.

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO as soon as that door locks hes taking your panties to his nose and taking a deep breath of your essence, letting out a groan at the scent. his hand flying to his cock palming himself over his sweats before pulling them down just enough to get his hardened cock out. spitting on his palm before stroking his cock, squeezing tightly when he gets to the tip making himself whine, smelling your panties as he jerks himself off. cumming with a loud whimper his load all over the floor and his own hand. he swears hes never cum faster. he tucks ur panties deep in his boxer drawer.

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO starts wearing tank tops around the house to see if you notice. flexing his muscles while doing the most mundane tasks. grabbing you a glass of water, washing the dishes, literally just sitting on the couch flexing his biceps trying not to make it obvious. a smirk growing on his face when he catches you looking at his arms and chest.

— STEPDAD CHAN WHO is trying to stay calm while you tell him about the weird tingling feeling between your legs that same night in his studio. “daddy?” the sound of your voice snapping him out of his thoughts. youre sitting on his lap currently looking at him with big round eyes and brows furrowed in confusion. “uh well does it hurt babygirl?” maybe its not what he thinks it is… maybe theres something wrong. “no..” you mutter quietly, but he hears you.

“just feels weird.” you continue. ‘your mom is working a late shift tonight…’ he thinks to himself. “let me have a look.” he says going to pull your mini skirt up so he can ‘have a look’. stopping when your fingers wrap around his wrist looking at him with wide eyes. “wait my… down there?” you say shyly your cheeks burning a hot shade of pink. so cute. “well i have to make sure everythings okay.” he says tone as gentle as ever. your hand loosens from his wrist and you give him a small nod. he flips up your skirt immediately being met by your soaked panties.

“babygirl, what were you thinking about that made you like this.” god he hopes its him. “i like that shirt your wearing today. it looks so good on you.” he has to hold back a moan at that. “let me help you baby.” his voice coated with pure lust. his eyes lifting from your core to meet your eyes as you nod at him.

his thumb reaching up and gently pressing against your clothed clit earning a tiny gasp from you. his eyes not leaving your own as he starts rubbing slow tight circles on your clit captivated by the way your back arches and hips buck into his hand trying to get more friction. “is this helping baby?” he asks, playing innocent. “yes feels good daddy” youre words morphing together slightly.

he speeds up his movements softly letting out a groan at the sight of your panties getting wetter and wetter by the minute. “more..” you whimper, hips bucking into him.

he pulls your panties over and off your hips pulling your legs apart a little more and god he thinks he might pass out at the sight of your slick pussy and puffy clit. “come here baby.” he coos out to you. you sit up and he moves your legs to either side of him your dripping cunt right over his solid cock. the bulge very clear in his grey sweats.

his hands come in contact with your hips lowering you slowly so your sitting on his cock. “there you go babygirl.” his words making you dizzy. but nothing would prepare you for the feeling when his hands guide your hips to grind over his bulge, letting out a loud whimper at the feeling of it. he continues to guide your hips with his hands so slowly and gently as to not overwhelm you, but its not long before youre wanting more taking control and moving your hips on your own setting your own pace.

“mm yeah good girl.” chan cant help but moan out. his praises doing nothing but pushing you on, moans slipping past your lips as your pussy moves against the hard length of chan at a quickening pace. chan looks down at the place where your bodies meet the dark patch from your wetness only growing bigger, and he cant help but grind up meeting your hips as his head falls back with a deep groan.

“uunnhh daddy” your needy voice makes his head snap up to you again and hes met with a mess of you, your eyes crossing before rolling to the back of your head. “daddy.” you moan out a little louder this time and he knows whats coming.

“thats it baby just let go for daddy okay?” his voice is gentle and encouraging pushing you over the edge and making you see stars. gripping his shoulders tightly as you cum. the sight of it pushing chan over the edge and making him finish in his pants.

your heavy breathing fills the room as you both come down from your highs. chans hand on your cheek bringing you back to him as you open your eyes just to close them again as his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. “always come to daddy when you feel like that okay babygirl? im the only one who can make that feeling go away.” he mutters as he pulls away from your lips resting his forehead against yours. “okay daddy.”

[toxic-ace]

Obsessive!Ticci toby/toby Rodgers x Fem!proxy!reader.

This post contains smut!

Tw: stalking, obsession, hair pulling, crying, and sexual content!

Please do not read if any of this offends you!!

You always knew Toby was a bit weird, but you never understood why it was mainly around you, he'd never pay attention to any other people in the mansion, or at least when you were around. You'd made good friends with him over the past few years, becoming extremely close to one another, you shared similar interests, and had similar opinions.

He always asked you questions about yourself, at first they were normal, when you first got there you figured it was him trying to just get to know you a bit, asking about your hobbies, interests, favorite colors or flowers, but never anything weird. On missions, he'd always ask to join you. He kept an eye on you and was always the first to notice anything odd around you. You just figured it was him looking out for you, making sure you were okay.

Eventually, things got weird...

Toby started asking more...personal questions, like your past relationships, first time, and even how often you masterbait. You brushed it off, thinking he was just getting a bit too comfortable around you, you told him you don't like those questions, he had a weirdly creepy smile, one you hadn't seen before, but you brushed it off again.

But one thing you couldnt brush off, was when you walked into your room, and saw him rummaging through your laundry pile, holding a pair of your panties and your shirt you wore the night before in his hand, he didnt notice you at first, he was breathing heavily, every so often grabbing a new artical of clothing he found suitable for...whatever he was looking for, you had just gotten back from a mission that ended quickly, having been able to go on your own and get the job done efficiently, after a minute or so, he seemed content with what he was able to grab, turning around to walk out, then he spotted you, he had been caught red-handed, and he knew it.

"Uhm, hey tobes...what are you looking...for?"

He wouldn't talk, hell he couldnt talk. A lump in his throat forming, he had liked you for so long, so obsessed that he so desperately wanted to take you right then and there, you looked heavenly at that moment, sweaty and gross, hair messy and very obviously flustered at the sight infront of you, he was scared if he said anything, he'd lose this beautiful sight infront of him.

He dropped your clothes, and walked up to you slowly, his hands shaking, more then normal at least, as he put a hand on your cheek, he let out a shaky breath, holding your face in his hand.

"Yo-your just so... beautiful..."

Your face flushed a bit redder, truth be told you had also had a crush on the homicidal maniac, but this? This was too much, you didn't know what to do, or think.

"Toby, what were you doing?"

"I need you s-so badly..."

He ignored your question, leaning in close, face inches from yours.

Then he picked you up, and threw you on your bed, taking off his mask and goggles, and crashing his lips onto yours, panting and whining into your mouth, he forced his tongue in, laying you down, rutting his already hard cock onto your leg, panting desperately.

"I n-need you so bad...please p-please I need you..."

His words were shaky, needy, desperate.

You couldnt help the slick pooling into your panties, seeing him so...disheveled...it felt good.

You kissed him, giving him permission. And after that? He went full feral, ripping off your clothes, making sure there wasn't a single thing that could keep your precious body away from him, he took off his clothes as well, his hands roamed your body, feeling every little scar, bump, mark, anything, he loved everything about you. His hands trailed to your pussy, moving around your slick, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing it gently, pulling moans and whimpers from you.

Eventually he moved his cock to your entrance, keeping a thumb on your clit as he gently thrusted into your aching core, your pussy squeltched at the feeling of being stretched by his cock, maintaining a fairly fast pace, he couldnt even talk. He was so mezerised, your movements, sounds, every little thing, brought hom closer to the edge, but he wanted to make you cum first.

He took a deep breath and started pounding into you, his thumb speeding up, making you scream, you were a babbling mess already, his cute little baby...he puts his other hand around your neck.

He kept going at a brutal pace, kissing and biting at your neck, eventually you felt a knot form in yout stomach, and you could tell he felt it too, he fliped you over onto your stomach, hanging your feet off the bed, pulling your hair and pounding you from there. after a few thrusts you were gone, head thrown back, your mind gone blank and all you could see was white, he came not too long after, shooting hot ropes of seed into your pussy, collapsing ontop of you, as he looked you in your eyes.

"R-round two, p-princess?"

[sanjisboyfie]

soft yandere luffy

- mention of marking, but in a non sexual way

- this is all rather repetitive but UGH im sorry i couldnt not think more abt yandere luffy

he gets so jealous so so easily. hes so needy and starved for your attention and touch that he really cant comprehend the idea of you not giving both of those things to him. he will fiddle with your fingers, playing with them as a way of keeping skinship. he will lay his head on your lap or shoulder, taking up as much space as possible.

hes so possessive over you, the fact youre his crewmate is what really drives this possessiveness. why are you giving other people the time of day when youre his? hes your captain so pay attention to him already!!! likes pulling the captain card for no reason, "as your captain!!! you need to come cuddle with me now :3"

he will pout (like really, really pout - his bottom lip glistening with saliva and jutted out as he beggingly looks up at you) and whine audibly (voice trembling and everything, going up and down in pitch to convince you to listen to him), attempting to drag you off. and when those innocent actions arent enough he starts getting pissed. he gets angry at whatever is taking your time away from him - even if its another strawhat. he will glare, but for the most part sticks to glaring. if its a complete stranger though, thats kind of free game for anyone

"fuck off!!" he would suddenly shout, getting in their personal space and intimidating the fuckkkk out of them. "leave us alone!"

and then obviously no psychopath would try crossing luffy, so they run away with their tail in between their legs. and then luffy goes back to being cheery and all smiles. he shoots you his signature grin, buries his head in your neck and shoulders while hugging your waist, murmuring in a very very very happy tone, "mine, mine, all mine, hehe"

very unsettling especially with his usually cute exterior.

loves kissing and hugging you. its all so sloppy and its more saliva than anything, but to him its his favorite way of staking claim as yours and you as his. leaves his mark too. its not really something that is sexual to him, unless he wants it to be. beacuse for the most part it just plays out with him sitting on your lap and forcing your mouth onto his neck, pleading for you to mark him up. so he can confidently parade it around for everyone to see.

he interprets the civilians that stare too long as being intrigued in his relationship status and rushes over to them, explaining how his boyfriend marked him up as his and how he is very happily in a relationship. he is so sporadic when he talks, expressive as he uses his hands to point at all the places on his body you left your mark.

luffy also gets you guys in trouble a lot with marines when the crews supposed to be "secretive" due to their high bounties and then the first thing he says is: "hi! im monkey d. luffy and gonna be king of the pirates. this is my boyfriend [name] and hes my treasure!!!" with a really wide grin on his face. not even acknowledging how he exposed you guys as pirates.

soft yandere luffy is innocent 98% of the time, the last 2% are when someone pisses him off by taking up too much of your attention and he needs to release some frustrations. he just wants your love and attention and your time and your affection and your love and your hugs and your kisses. he wants you all the time <3

[h3arts4harry]

- privilege -

- one - two -

based on 'privilege' by the weeknd

warnings: UNRESOLVED ANGST, drugs, death, arguing, toxic friends

chris sturniolo x reader

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"y/n i cant do this anymore, ive tried i really have but you-" chris backs away from me, struggling to find the words. "chris please, ill get better i-ill cut them all off, i please chris ill do anything" i step forward, tears stream down my face, he backs away again, "chris p-lease" my voice breaks, he shakes his head with swallowing shaking away the tears so desperate to fall "im sorry y/n, i really hate to do this but we're done." i drop to my knees sobbing, my head falling into my hands, chris has to fight himself to not comfort me so he turns to walk out the front door, "fine! LEAVE! ENJOY YOUR PRIVILEGED LIFE! SEE IF I CARE!" i yell, we both know i dont mean it.

chris checks his phone to see if y/n has messaged him but hes heard nothing since that night, not that he wants to hear that shes suffering, hes suffering too. he loved her more than anything in the world but he couldn't stand to see her destroy herself anymore, he tried helping her but she would just brush it off or argue with him.

the breakup hit me hard. i didn't fully realise it yet but it did. i got closer with my new, so called, 'friends' we would do any drugs we could get ahold f and drink til we physically couldnt take it in anymore almost everyday. i called up our dealer james, "sup y/n how you doing?" "i urm, good, i was just calling to see if you had anything on you?" "yea i just picked up some new shit, can see you in like an hour maybe?" "yea sounds good thanks" "aight ill hit you up when im there" "mhm bye" and with that i hang up placing my phone on my nightstand, laying on my back staring at the ceiling, waiting for the time to go past.

"thanks james" i say taking the bag from him "yea no problem, i'erd about your fella, these should be able to help take the blues away" he smirks leaning against my door frame, i nod examining the familiar bag. "imma head out, be safe now. or dont. up to you" he shrugs walking over to his car. i shut the door and head to the kitchen, laying the red pills on the counter before looking for something to crush them with. i pick up my credit card and cut it into lines, rolling up a dollar, then slowly snorting the powder hoping itll make me feel as good as it used to. its never as good as the last.

"just get in the car. you love parties itll be fun trust me" kayla says from the passenger seat, "ugh fine let me just get changed, ill be five minutes" i cave in, turning back into to house, i walk into my bedroom picking up a small black dress off my desk chair swiftly pulling it on, its looser than it used to be but i dont have time to look for another. i slip on black heels to match, running out the car where kayla, james, Allison, and tyler are waiting for me. "finally lets go" Allison says from next to me.

the next goes fast, i dont remember how many drinks ive had. i pull out my phone and dial chris's number while stumbling out into the backyard. "hello?" "c-chris?" "what do you want y/n?" "i-i miss you…chris?" "hm?" "do you miss me too?" "y/n.." "please chris i- i just need- i need to know" my voice breaks, i didnt realise im full blown sobbing into the phone until now"i cant do this. not to me. not to you. y/n please go get help"' "i cant chris! they dont care about me! they dont care about me or anyone but themselves! all i am to them is someone to drink with, smoke with, snort fuck knows what with! i-i cant do it anymore its to much.. they said our love was just a game but- but i dont care, i cant do this without you chris" i can hear his shaky breaths down the phone "y/n.. i tried to help you, for months i tried but you always went back. it hurts to much, i- i need to go" "chris wait please- just let me see you" "no y/n. i dont wanna hear about you suffering anymore. i- i cant." "NO NO PLEASE CHRIS NO WAI-" the small beeps were deafening.

"i know i said i didn't want to hear about you suffering but now if i could go back, i would've said that i couldn't hear you suffer anymore, it was so hard to see you destroy yourself, i thought that if i left you would've got help but i realise now that i shouldve helped you, i should've tried harder, should've forced you-" "but instead im stood here, talking to a headstone- shit." tears fall down his face as he sat kneeling at your grave.

you overdosed that night. you had been found laying there on the cold wet grass of a strangers house, drowning in your tears. because of him.

as much as his brothers constantly reassured him that it wasn't his fault it wasn't enough. chris couldn't feel anything but guilty, as if he had taken her life with his own hands. in his eyes he kind of did, it haunted him that he could've changed the outcome.

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my first request! thank you for sending it in🫶🫶

ive never actually listened to this song before but i had it on repeat while righting this so i hope it meets your expectations lol

as always feedback is appreciated <333

THANK YOU FOR READING

LOVE YOU POOKIES

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[fuxuannie]

i lobe ur writing style sm its so comforting!

can i req a ‘things hsr men do when they have a crush on you’ ^^ (like some would outright flirt and others would be super flustered etc.)

* pairing(s) : various (4) hsr men x gender neutral reader

* prompt : request

* authors note : banabsmwns THANK YOU ALL FOR 700!!! the support really makes me so giddy and very happy n i hope i continue to make content you all enjoy ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و i'm gonna lay off uploading as often as i used to, but It's not complete radio silence! i just wanna try and write when i want to, and not force myself. ♡

DAN HENG is VEEERY very nervous around you when he's realized his feelings towards you were romantic. He tries to flirt, (he tried to do the 'pinning you to the wall' thing but he backed out the second his hand made contact with the wall and you couldnt find him for a week) but is painfully bad at it.

You smile and his heart is doing BACKFLIPS, he has to clear his throat, turn around and hang his head down low just to fail and hide the pretty shade of red on his cheeks.

He's so easily flustered by anything you do, that man is crazy inlove that Caelus starts calling him delusional for thinking how yours and his hands briefly brushed over each other meant you may or may not reciprocate his feelings.

He likes to talk about you to March and Caeulus a lot, (they're sick and tired of him) but they're just happy you can bring that kind of smile to his face. The absolute adoration in his eyes and the fondness in his smile as he talks about you, who wouldn't be happy for their friend if they looked like that? Even if they're tired of him talking about eye contact wih you for 3 hours, he's happy and you make him happy. That's all they ever want for him.

JING YUAN is subtle, and tries to be cool when it comes to his crush for you. However, he trips on his words whenever you playfully tease back or anything of the such. He even makes stupid corny jokes that aren't that funny but are so bad you can't help but laugh.

His busy schedule does make trying to make time to see you much harder. Unless you work within his organization, he'll barely get to have a conversation longer than 3 minutes. So whenever he does see you during his non-work hours, he'll try to a lot of time with you to make up for the times that he couldn't be by your side.

He's pretty subtle with his flirting, offering to lock arms as you tour Luofu so that 'he can keep you close and won't lose you' and purely out of respect. He's probably really poetic with his teasing or flirting too, comparing your beauty to Aeons.

It's pretty much obvious that GEPARD gets nervous around you, but he's so adorable your heart cannot handle it. You loved to squeeze his cheeks whenever he's flustered, making it impossible to look away and leaving you to giggle at how he mutters how embarrassed he felt.

You're already well aware of his crush on you, (not that he was good at hiding it) but you just needed to be ready. You loved him back with your whole heart, but you just needed time, and Gepard could wait.

He even gained your guardians approval, that on the day you were ready, they would give him his blessing. They knew Gepard was a man with a pure heart, one that was ready to love you with the love you deserved.

CAELUS had grown fond of you, but his crush on you was surprisingly soft. He wanted to protect you, and with what he was capable of, he loved to do it. Your praise in his ears is like music, he could never get tired of taking care of you and it's almost like a love language.

He has such a sweet smile when he looks or thinks of you, something about you makes his heart melt, kick his feet and twirl his hair like a school girl or something. (this is a joke)

Spending time with him usually consists of you doing whatever you want, and Caelus following you like a lost duckling. He likes it when you grab his hand, and drag him wherever. You might be rambling about something, but his only focus is the way you and him intertwined fingers and how soft your hand felt in his.

taglist : @renalord @calxb-do @veezablog

[lillythecoolest]

Everyone reaction to the reader somehow recovering or healing from being abstracted

This is actually a super cool idea lol

Tadc Cast x Healing Abstracted Reader

Warnings: Near Death Experience?

Pomni

•OH MY GOD THIS POOR THING

•She had literally no hope you’d be back

•She didn’t even know you could heal from something like that!

•As you heal she’s a lot more careful with you, not giving you loads of information at once and never says/does anything to stress you out

•Still kinda freaked out though

Ragatha

•She actually had a decent amount of hope you’d be back!

•Makes sure to bring you extra food and water (even though it doesn’t do anything)

•Her motherly side shines here

•Suuuuper sweet and supportive!

•She’s just thankful you’re okay!

Jax

•Had hardly any hope

•He made jokes about you being gone to make it seem like he was doing okay and coping

•Spoiler Alert: He wasn’t.

•But when you come back? You see him shed a tear for the first time!

•Blames it on being sad you’re back though

Caine

•This mf didn’t even know you COULD come back

•“My My now, a comeback!? Who are you, William Afton!?”

•Shocked but still happy

•Takes extra good care of you

•If you want something special he’ll give it to you

Kinger

•NOOOOO POOR THING :(((

•He had no hope whatsoever :(

•After what happened to his last love he had almost abstracted himself

•When he sees you he cries so hard his eyes go red

•He does absolutely everything for you!

•“Kinger, I can turn on the light…” “Ah-Ah, lay back down!”

Zooble

•They have another emotion other than 🙄?

•Didn’t have any hope, they kinda gave up

•Not on you, never on you! Just because of Kaufmo.

•They actually smiled! Somehow smiled…Without a mouth it’s difficult!

•Whenever they see you they perk up a bit!

•Cusses out Caine like “WHY THE $&@/ COULDNT YOU DO THIS TO KAUFMO!?”

Gangle

•OMG NOOO

•With her comedy mask she had tons of hope, but her other one…

•All tears

•No hope

•She’s so happy to see you she accidentally breaks her comedy mask

•But she still smiles!

•She’s so excited but still nervous you could get worse!

Bubble

•Just stares at you like •_•

hope you enjoyed anon! this was so much fun to do❤️💛💙

[number1mingyustan]

After Party ☾

rockstar!vernon x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, drug use (weed), established relationship, brief dry humping, oral (f. + m.), 69, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex (riding)

Summary: The afterparty is where the real memories are made

Word Count: 3.1k

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(a/n: literally wrote this whole high but i haven’t posted in so long so enjoy my loves!!)

Vernon held your hand the entire bus ride to the party. You sat on his lap in the crowded space for the entirety of the ride. One of his hands lay on your waist and the other interlaced with yours.

You were wearing one of his leather jackets over your dress. His outfit was similar to yours, all black layered with a leather jacket. He loved matching with you, especially for his after-parties.

His band, 'Black Eye' just played their last show on tour. It's been a long and exhausting few months, but Vernon knows he'll miss the thrill of it. Now that they've made it big, the time he spends performing has never been more rewarding. Besides, he had you with him the whole time.

He really couldnt complain when he's able to spend months on end with you traveling the world. You weren't a member of the band, but you were his girlfriend. Where Vernon went, his girl went.

However, all good things must come to an end. They closed their last show on tour out with a banger and now after a bittersweet ending, they were ready to celebrate.

The tour bus rolled up to the house in the dark, causing Hoshi, the drummer to spill his second bottle of champagne. Of course, the party started the moment you stepped onto the tour bus. The boys were gathered alongside you popping champagne in celebration along the bumpy ride.

The bus stopped in front of the large house and opened its doors. The four boys and you stumbled off the bus and into the house drunkenly.

Guests had already started filling the large house, but the party really started when you and the boys arrived. There were instant cheers and alcohol being thrown your way as you walked through the doors of the house. Vernon kept his arm on your waist, holding you close to him as he guided you through the crowded walls of the house.

He stopped a few times to speak to friends. You stayed quiet, but your eyes remained fixated on him. There was something about the way your boyfriend carried himself that you found so attractive. He simply dapped up his friends, but it left you feeling some type of way and the snap he did after seemed to tickle your brain in the right way.

You made your way into the kitchen where Vernon started pouring shots for the two of you. You downed them easily despite the sting in your throat. You both slam the empty cups down onto the counter at the same time before Vernon pulls you in and kisses you. He's got a boyish grin that you only see when he's intoxicated plastered on his face.

He pulls away from the kiss silently before dragging you back through the crowd of people.

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Vernon leans back onto the couch and slings his arm over your shoulder. The music is pumping loudly through the house, but you can't seem to concentrate on anything but the painting on the wall.

You've been sitting still next to him and staring at the painting of a sailboat for nearly 10 minutes now. It only hits him now that you've been dead silent next to him and he hasn't felt you move.

You're too busy enthralled by the sailboat painting on the wall.

"You good, baby?" Vernon turns and looks at you. His eyes are half-lidded and his pupils are dilated.

You turn your head to face him slowly. You blink a few times with half-lidded eyes before nodding your head lazily.

Vernon grins at you like a teenage boy and lets out a breathy laugh. "Fuck.... you're gone."

"No?" You raise an eyebrow with confusion. "I'm right here."

He lets out another breathy chuckle and licks his lips slowly. "That's not how I meant it, baby. Don't worry about it. Just sit there and look pretty like always."

He's still got his arm around your shoulder and his legs are manspread widely across the couch.

Your face falls into a frown and you pout at him wordlessly. You lean closer against him, playing one hand on his chest, lightly tugging at the black shirt clinging to his skin. "No... I don't get it. Explain it to me."

"No baby," he mumbles. "I'm way too fucking crossed right now to explain anything. I promise it's nothing bad."

You whine. "Just tell me. I can't be gone if I'm right–"

You're cut off by his lips suddenly. It takes you by surprise, but you melt like ice cream against his lips. His hands cup your cheek gently and he kisses you lazily. His lips move against yours sloppily and you kiss him back in the same manner.

You moan into his mouth, causing vibrations along his skin. You kiss him needily, enveloping your tongue with his and resting your hand on the back of his neck.

He pulls away from the kiss slowly, keeping his face just inches away from yours. "You talk too much sometimes, you know." His hand has moved up your thigh, drawing small circles along your soft skin.

He leaves you breathless and needy. Every light touch is like electricity on your skin due to your heightened awareness. It leaves you aching for more.

Vernon is never really touchy with you in public. Small touches on your knee for comfort and hands gripping your waist to keep you close is really all he does in public. He's never really been big on PDA.

Unless he's under the influence.

You're the same way. Once there's a little bit in your systems, it's like no one else in the world exists and it hardly feels like you're even in public.

The hand cupping your cheek makes its way back to the table sitting in front of you. There's an ashtray and the remainder of the blunt he rolled for the two of you earlier.

He lifts it between his fingers before taking a long hit and inhaling. You watch intensely as the smoke leaves his lips and blows into your face.

Your eyes follow the blunt wedged between his fingers and reach out to take it from his hands. He hands it to you, licking his lips slowly as he watches you bring the blunt to your lips.

You move slowly, taking a large hit before exhaling the smoke into his face. Despite neither of your eyes being open all the way, you don't break eye contact with him.

You hand him back the blunt and move your face closer to his.

"Then shut me up," You reply, just loud enough for him to hear you.

His lips are back on yours in seconds. He leans over to his side, pressing his body against yours to deepen the kiss. He kisses you hungrily, lips still moving sloppily and lazily.

The scent of his cologne is intoxicating in the best way possible. That and the faint traces of weed and alcohol fill your nostrils as he holds your body close.

He puts the remainder of the blunt out and drops it in the ashtray. He uses his now free hand to pull you onto his lap. Your short dress rides up a little more and he smirks against your lips. His hands hold you by the waist and he pushes you down against his crotch.

He groans into your mouth and pulls away from the kiss. "Shit, you're making me hard."

You grin, noticing the way a bulge is forming against your inner thigh from beneath to constrains of his black jeans. You roll your hips against his once. Your core is throbbing and he can feel it against his cock.

"Should I blow you? Right here in front of everyone?" You smirk.

Vernon groans and tilts his head back against the couch. He lets out another breathy laugh in disbelief. "You're crazy, baby."

"That doesn't sound like a no to me" You look down at him, batting your eyelashes as your manicured fingers trace the outline of his cock.

He grips your hair in the back of your head and forces you to look at him. The look in your eyes is hazy and lustful. "I don't need an audience while you choke on my cock."

You frown. "No one's even paying attention. I just wanna taste."

"Then be patient. We can go back to the hotel if you're done partying."

You nod your head. He pats your butt. "Get up."

You comply like a puppet on strings. You climb off his lap, adjusting your dress and standing on your feet. He rises to his full height, adjusting his pants before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you out the doors of the house.

He orders an Uber on his phone as you make your way through the crowded house. He holds you protectively until the moment you climb in the back of the uber.

The entire car ride, you struggle to keep your hands to yourself. Vernon has the decency to stop you before anything goes too far, but you still have a hard time retreating.

The moment the uber approaches the hotel, the two of you stumble out of the car and upstairs. You're extremely handsy and sloppy with all your movements.

Your back meets the door of the hotel room with a thud. Vernon is fumbling around trying to swipe the key card, but you're distracting him. You're kissing him eagerly as your hands undo the belt of his jeans.

Luckily there's no one in the hallways at this time of the night, although the security cameras must be getting a bit of a show. "Want your cock in my mouth." You moan against his lips.

"You gotta give me a sec," he says breathlessly as he tries fishing the keycard out of his pocket. His pants are halfway off and he's still a bit disoriented.

"You already made me wait so long," You pout, slipping a hand into his underwear.

He exhales shakily and finds the keycard in his pocket. He still has a hard time with your hands all over his skin, but he manages to get the door open before you take off his clothes in the middle of the hallway.

The two of you stumble into the hotel room and he kicks the door closed with his foot. Your back meets the bed and he climbs on top of you. You're quick to get his pants off fully and drop to your knees on the edge of the bed.

His cock is straining against his black briefs. And he's leaking through the dark material and you stare at him hungrily. You're practically drooling before his cock is even out.

He looks down at you lustfully and uses two fingers to tilt your head up and face him. "You're taking an awfully long time for someone who was so desperate."

You've always loved a challenge.

His briefs are pooled at his ankles moments later and your lips are wrapped around his cock. Your hand strokes what doesn't fit in your mouth and you're slobbering around his length.

His head is thrown back and he's moaning and groaning above you. One of his hands is buried in your hair while the other grips the hotel bedsheets beneath him.

You've completely soaked his cock, taking it into the depths of your throat with ease. He guides your head, pushing it down to take his length further into your throat.

It causes you to gag, but it doesn't cause you to stop.

You look up, seeing he's discarded the leather jacket that once clung to his body. You kneel between his legs, looking up at him in admiration. He's wearing nothing but a black t-shirt that clings to his body more as he sweats with each passing second. You can see the sharpness of his sculpted jawline. His adam's apple is prominent with his head tilted back and deep moans released from between his chapped lips.

"Oh yeah... fuckkkkk" He moans.

You continue bobbing your head, allowing the tip of his cock to gag you and press against the back of your throat. When you stop to catching your breath, he pulls you up by your hair.

"Need to taste you too," He groans. He pulls your damp panties down and tosses them before lifting your dress. He doesn't bother to take it off all the way, simply lifting you up and placing you down on the bed.

He buries his head between your thighs and dives in. Your hands grip his dark hair as his tongue laps your cunt.

"Wasn't–done" You moan out.

He ignores you, continuing to allow his lips to do the talking. He sucks on your clit and you whine out pathetically.

With shaky arms, you manage to find the strength in you to pull his mouth off your cunt. You push him down onto the bed and climb back on top of him. "I have a better idea."

He doesn't get a chance to respond before you're pressing your cunt back down onto his face. You shift your body and lick your lips once the tip of his cock presses against your cheek.

You take him back into your mouth. It sends shivers through your body when he moans against your pussy from the sudden stimulation.

You grind your cunt into his face weakly as you take him deeper down your throat. It’s so hard to concentrate and your body is going into overdrive. The mix of drugs, alcohol, and just Vernon’s presence is enough to have your head fuzzy. On top of that, his tongue is lapping your folds and you find it hard to bob your head.

Vernon thrusts his hips up, forcing his cock deeper down your throat as he moans into your pussy. You groan around his cock, sending child through his body that only make him fuck his cock down your throat faster.

He hooks his arms around your legs, pressing your hips down onto his face more. You’re both desperate to get off and get each other off.

You cum first, body growing stiff as you ride out your orgasm on his face. He cringes at the sudden loss of contact when you release his cock from your mouth, but he’s still determined to get you off. He continues to lap your folds, focusing on your clit as you cum on his face.

The feeling is euphoric and it leaves your legs uncontrollably shaky. He releases his hold on your thighs and allows you to roll onto the bed next to him.

You’re panting with your thighs squeezes shut. “Shit, that was good.”

He pulls your body in close against his and nods. You feel his throbbing hard cock press against your thigh. It twitches and aches for release. “Oh, you didn’t cum.”

He blinks slowly. “ ‘S okay. I know that was a lot of you.”

You shake your head, climbing back onto his lap. “Wanna fuck… have you cum inside me.”

He lets out a strangled groan. You rub the tip of his cock against your folds before sinking down onto him. He stretches you open, tip nuzzling deep inside your walls.

You both gasp at the feeling.

You hold onto his shoulders for support as you start bouncing on his length. You ride him slowly, fluidly moving your hips along his.

It’s a lazy fuck, but every movement is hitting just right. Your walls are squeezing him so tight and he knows he’s a goner.

He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms behind his head. “Hear that?” He smirks. “So wet for me… pussy was fucking made for this cock.”

He’s way too far gone to actually fuck you right now so he lets you do all the work. You bounce on his cock, squeezing around him each time he pushes deeper inside of you.

However, you’re farther gone and it only takes a few minute before your body betrays you. Your movements slow down and your hips nearly come to a stop.

Vernon groans. “C’mon baby… I’m almost there. Promise.”

“I can’t” You whine. “ ‘S too much.”

“You can,” he encourages you softly. He lifts his hips to meet yours. He doesn’t fuck you properly, simply picking up your slack to provide mutual pleasure.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he watches you ride him. His eyes are fixated on where your bodies meet. His cock is soaked from your arousal and he finds himself completely enamored with the sight. His cock swells and grows impossibly harder.

You can feel everything. The effects from your previous orgasm are still lingering, building toward your second.

You dress is still clinging to your sweaty body tighter. Vernon sits up, leaning into you and pulling down the strings of your dress. He doesn’t take it off, simply pulling it down enough to free your tits from underneath the fabric.

He buries his face between the soft flesh and latches his lips onto your nipple. You’re so sensitive already, the feeling is felt has your back arching.

His hand finds it’s way between your thighs and he begins circling your clit with his fingers. You hiss, squeezing him tighter as your body jolts.

His eyes roll back into his head and you can tell he’s getting close. You’re not much further than him, hips moving sloppily against his as you chase your own high.

“Gotta give you want you wanted,” He groans.

His thrusts meet your movements, fucking his cock deeper into you as you chase your highs.When it comes, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

His fingers continue working on your sensitive clit and it has you falling apart in mere seconds. Your second orgasm is more intense than the first.

Vernon barely fucks you through it when his approaches simultaneously. You’re both moaning and groaning out to each other as his cock twitches inside of you. He pumps his load into you and his cock quickly grows sensitive.

Neither of you have ever cum that hard before.

It takes time for both of you to come down and fully recover from the intensity. He lifts you off his sensitive cock and allows you to rest beside him on the bed.

“That was…”

“Intense” He finishes your sentence for you.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

He pulls your body close against his again. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence. You’re still v much under the influence and a moment of silence and bliss is much needed.

“Love you,” you mumble against his chest, breaking the silence after what felt like an eternity. “ ‘M so proud of you.”

“Love you too,” he pats the top of your head. “Thank you baby.”

You know you’ll need to clean up sooner or later, but for now, staying like this feels almost rewarding.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

WOoOoOoO SPOOKY SEASON REQUIRES SPOOKY STUFF

Anyways

I would love to request an Child ghost!reader and the gang, basically child reader got murdered when they were using the VR and their soul got stuck into the game.

Their soul being so GORY AND DISTORTED, like an arm is missing, one eye is like hanging out and their head has an hole. Reader can get invisible like a ghost and move things with only their mind, and they are very quiet and just observes, rarely get mad or anything, but when they snap (for example: Because of jax's pranks) they start throwing things around dim the lights and scream, and lets put like, Reader's screams are like LOUD as hell, basically like an ghost tantrum.

So basically Child reader is just an sad messed up lil goof who needs comfort and therapy.

Sorry if its long, i love love love your blog btw!

-🌹

TADC cast x ghost!child!reader (platonic + light found family) !

going to take a different approach to writing this one, since i feel bad about being selective of cast/multi characters today, so! rather than having divided segments like usual, its going to be a group thing! hope thats alright! going to be the last request of this batch them imma make something to eat rq for dinner then get back to writing YAHOO!

when you joined the digital circus, you were already very obviously different from the rest of the gang. even if your gore was toned down thanks to your body being digitized; the programming seemed to struggle with altering your body into something unique... strange... it also seems your body is fighting back against the programming of the world, seemingly trying to restore itself. The effect makes you almost look like you're glitching, or even abstracting

Caine doesnt immediately pick up on your presence, i feel like its in his programming to be aware when a new member joins the circus, but for some reason he didnt notice you until he saw you, or someone brings you up to him

It was Ragatha, who was trying to get answers from him. Who's kid was this? Is it really fair to let a kid be stuck here? Obviously she knew Caine couldnt do anything about it now that you were here, nor did he have any hand in you putting on the headset.

Except... you correct them and say you didn't put on any headset, you were trapped in it.

Of course you're trapped, just like the rest of us, Jax says

None of them immediately believe you try to tell them you're a ghost. Except of course, Kinger, who reasons that that's why you look the way you do; and Gangle, who in my opinion probably finds interest in the supernatural.. or maybe that's just me projecting onto her. Who knows. But the point still stands, almost everyone doesn't believe you.

Not long after, Jax accidentally ropes you into prank that was originally intended for Zooble, I dont think Jax would go as far as to bully a child.... well... actually no, he seems like the type to bully kids on roblox.

The prank wasnt planned for you, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You open a door, and are immediately greeted with a fake snake lunging out at you. You scream, more so out of surprise and fear than anger. It does turn into anger when Jax laughs at you, still finding some kind of joy from the prank getting at least someone. Your scream rises, causing nearly everyone to cover their ears, the rest were not there in the room but would come rushing to see what the hell was going on

I think it would be that instance as well as a few other; namely ones where you became invisible and started removing one of Zooble's limbs after they (unintentionally) said something a little too mean to you. The idea of you being a ghost was further cemented when both Gangle and Ragatha watched you literally phase through a wall. But hey at least someone (Jax) starts laying off of you when it becomes clear you weren't lying

There's mixed feelings, a lot negative. I mean, you're just a kid and you're. Well, a ghost. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to come to the conclusion that something happened to you. Whether or not you remember the details of your death when you became a ghost, or after joining the digital world, is all up to you

Caine, as mentioned before in posts where the reader is a child, tries to be a father figure. He's not the best, since he's programmed to be a ring master, but he definitely tries his best. I like to think he tries to read you bedtime stories when the digital world simulates 'night'

Pomni, who I totally didn't forget, tries to overcome her fear of you and your ghostly powers, ultimately becoming sympathetic you and your situation. Not only was your life cut short, but you were trapped here too, you didn't even get to roam the world in the afterlife. Interactions with her are awkward but there's an effort to try to bring you some form of comfort

Jax, after he stops pulling jokes on you cant deny that he doesnt find you creepy. I think, though, he would ask you if you want to help him scare some of the other members. Whether you be offended by the concept or not is also up to you, since I'm not sure if you wanted the reader to be sensitive regarding their current predicament or not

Ragatha goes into full big sister mode, even before it's confirmed that you're a ghost. Sure, she's a little put off by your ganky and gorey looks, but her heart aches for you. Similar to Caine she tries to do general child care activities with you, perhaps if you let her, she would do your hair and make you dresses

Kinger will take a while to warm up to you, but I think after some time would start to open up to you, usually it's best to interact with him when he's already in a calmer state. He already gives me dad vibes that I cant pin down... but he would tell you stories of his past (in house) adventures and some funny stuff that has happened over his time in the digital world

Zooble is going to need a moment to get over the invisible dismemberment thing... as well as Zooble being Zooble and needing some time to warm up to people in general... Not much to be said, yet...

Gangle would offer to lend you some art supplies... kids like arts and crafts stuff, right? Thats her logic, at least, and if it means you have an outlet for your emotions then that would be great!

Overall you now have a funky found family, so hey, at least things aren't totally... terrible.. Unfortunately with them stuck in the digital world they can't do much to get you justice, if you let them know you were murdered. But rest assured if your killer somehow gets trapped in there with them and you recognize them, they have your back

[princessbrunette]

read some of ur older stepbro!jj stuff and thought abt reader having a date one day and jj feeling jealous but also super conflicted since he’s still battling the moral obligations of it all but it’s all fixed when you come to him when you get home begging for him to fix you cause the guy couldn’t touch you in the same way that jj does

jj thought he could move past it.

hell, he was the one who encouraged you to go on the date in the first place. you remember how that felt, the weird bitter sinking feeling in your chest when you’d told him some guy asked you out, hoping for a reaction deep down and instead being met with him adjusting his cap, sending you a carefree, squinty, classic JJ smile with a “cool, happy for ya.”

he obviously wasn’t, obviously wanted to find out who that guy was and stick his glock in the kids mouth for even thinking he could come close to you. but he knew how that looked, and jj wasn’t one to care about what people thought but this might’ve been a step too far. maybe it was for the best anyways, you could have something healthy.

jj came to the door and stared the guy down when he came to pick you up in his truck. super poguey— and that’s coming from jj, basic looking guy with fluffy surfer hair and a baggy tshirt. your stepbrother barely blinked as he locked eyes with the guy, a silent warning.

“i’ll make sure she’s back at a reasonable time.” the guy smiles, trying to be friendly. jj smiles too, but it’s anything but friendly.

“yeah ‘ya will, buddy.”

he doesn’t, of course — because it’s nearly 1AM when JJ hears the van quietly pull up and your copious amount of keychains jangling when you come back through the doors alone, the van driving off. well, atleast you didn’t invite him in.

like clockwork, his bedroom door creaks open, your silhouette in the moonlight slipping through and shutting it behind you. he watches you through lidded eyes as you toe off your shoes and creep over, pulling back the cover to slip into his bed with him.

jj yawns and stretches to pretend he’d been asleep and not staring at the clock biting his fingernails waiting for you to arrive home. he looks at the clock for theatrics, because he knew the time — and turns his scruffy head toward you in the dark.

“you’re home late. take it the date went well.”

you screw up in a ball right against him, rubbing your cold feet against his leg making him gently kick you. “hm. it was alright.” his heart leaps a little at the disinterest in your tone.

“just alright? no 5 star restaurant type o’date?” your eyes adjust in the dark and you see him staring down at your face, eyes flickering over your features like he was searching for a sign of something.

“not quite. typical pogues huh, who would have thought?” you joke softly, but there’s something you’re not saying. he stares for a moment before speaking.

“y’kiss him?”

“did more than that.” you mumble. his heart drops a little.

“what—” he clears his throat, gunning for a casual tone. “like what did you do… with him…”

you sigh, leaning on your elbow to really look at him. your brows tilt, creasing and you tip your head a little. “jj.” you whisper pointedly. he whispers your name in return, confused.

“he just…” you close your eyes, disappointed in yourself, the whole interaction feeling like a relapse. when you open your eyes, something has shifted. “he couldnt… touch me like you could. and it’s not that i didnt want it, i did— and i tried to get into it but… god JJ he sucked. it was like he was digging around for spare change between couch cushions.” the two of you stop to snicker like children, your body falling closer to his before you inhale, looking up at him again seriously. “just… left me all… wanting. high and dry. i knew that there was only one person who can fix the problem.” you whisper the last part extra quietly, ashamed.

he cups your jaw, bringing your gaze back up to his. “me. right?”

“yeah.”

he breaks into a grin. “well why didn’t you say so. lay back for me, yeah?”

it’s like he doesn’t even try, it’s effortless the way he touches you— makes you gush around his fingers with the slightest flick, creaming at his knuckles with the lightest brush of your clit. as your clammy back arches off his bed for the millionth time you start to think maybe the other guy wasn’t that bad. maybe you wouldn’t let yourself feel good— because it only feels good when it’s wrong. when it’s JJ.

[ghostboneswrites2]

Hii!!! This account has been my go-to for daryl fics since ive been into him. And i really love the way you write!! But since im a sucker for angst and anything cry-worthy, ive been wanting a fic where its in pre-negan and to negan's first appearance timeline— after rick decides to bring maggie to the hilltop to figure out what's wrong with her, the reader is to stay with gabriel to watch out for alexandria, but considering how her anxiety for daryl and the other's safety is eating her she went out to look for them, using the tracking skills daryl had taught her. The time she found the group was at the lineup, Abraham's head already bashed to a unidentifiable pulp. Due to the scene she couldnt help but act in fury and tried attacking negan but his men was able to catch up and before she could even lay a finger on negan, she was kneeling aswell. this triggers Daryl, not being able to see reader in such danger as he vowed to protect her at all cost and punched negan which causes him to stumble. And instead of glenn dying at Daryl's outburst, its the reader who gets a taste of lucille.

And i leave the rest to you! :DD

Well first of all anon I am HONORED to be your go to 🥹 please accept this flower as a token of my appreciation 🌸

Anyways, I’m an absolute sucker for angst and you have INSPIRED ME. I hope you’re ready for the b i g sad.

*ahem* *cracks knuckles*

The Man Who…

Masterlist || Taglist

(Fem!Reader) (Reader Description: has hair)

Warnings: blood, gore, profanity

With your teeth chewing tirelessly at your nail beds, the flesh had become raw. A faint hue of blood settled in between the cracks on your lips.

A deep pit had formed in your gut. It was vacuous, consuming. Your nerves were eating you alive. Nobody had come back yet. You knew it wouldn’t be a quick trip, but still. And nobody had radioed back in over an hour.

You sucked in a sharp breath, partially in hopes that the sensation of air filling your lungs would calm the rapid pace of your heart.

“Is something the matter?” Gabriel asked you, having picked up on your restlessness.

“We haven’t heard from them.” You said simply, foot tapping against the ground. Gabriel pressed his lips together and nodded.

“The Lord is with them. They’ll be okay.” He assured you. With a scoff, your rolled your eyes. Who was he to preach to you in times of need? What did he care? He left his entire congregation to be eaten alive.

“I have to use the bathroom.” You announced abruptly, pushing your chair back and exiting the room with haste. You stomped down the hall into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You stared at yourself for a while, begging your reflection for some guidance. Daryl told you to stay put. You made a deal with him a long time ago, never to break away from the plan unless you had no choice. However, would he sit idly by if he didn’t know you were safe? Surely not. You may have made a deal with him, but the two of you had also taken an oath to each other.

It was the silent, unspoken kind of promise. Neither of you needed to say it out loud, you just knew. You’d always protect each other, you’d always find each other, and you’d never leave the other behind. So why were you still standing there?

They would have contacted you by now if they were okay. That was the plan, and you never strayed away from the plan.

Without a second thought, you marched out of the bathroom and made hast to the armory, mapping out a plan in your mind as you did so.

……

The engine sputtered as you pulled the key from the ignition. You’d been driving for roughly an hour, following the route the others would have taken. You only pulled over when you saw the RV parked on the side of the road.

As you examined the scene around the vacant house-on-wheels, you were able to put Daryl’s teachings to use in identifying the tracks leading into the trees. The woods were eerily quiet as you followed the trail of disturbed undergrowth. Dusk was settling in, and the only sound to be identified were the rhythmic chirps of frogs and crickets.

Nightfall crept up on you quickly. Your breath had become visible in the moonlight, chills crawling all over you. Regardless, you pressed on. The night could throw anything your way, but you wouldn’t turn back. The idea that something was terribly wrong hadn’t eased. If anything, the feeling grew more dire, as if you were running out of time.

You had been consumed entirely by your thoughts at this point, worst case scenarios floating around in a sea of worry inside your mind. You were only brought back to the present when you caught a glimpse of shining lights just up ahead. Hurriedly, you crouched down into some shrubbery. The bright lights casted shadows through the leaves that danced over your face as you peered through the bushes to see what was going on.

It was hard to make out, but you could see a wall of people surrounding another RV. There was a voice, too, hidden behind the barricade of bodies. It was giving some kind of speech that you couldn’t quite pick up on. The people surrounding the scene were predatory in their demeanor, like a pack of hungry hyenas cornering their kill.

You watched for some time before you caught onto a second voice — one with more grit to it — and you recognized it immediately.

Rick was on the other side of these people, which meant the rest of your family was too. It meant Daryl would be there too.

As carefully as you could, you crawled closer, sticking low into to the shadows. You could almost make out what was being said when a strong pair of arms yolked you up by the waist. A gust of breath escaped you as your back impacted a solid chest. You flailed your arms and legs, hissing profanities in between your hunts and growls. Whoever it was struggled to contain you, but they were still just strong enough to hold you.

The people who previously had their backs to you parted, allowing entrance into their circle. The man who had your restrained dragged you into the middle. When you finally grew tired of struggling and had a chance to look around, you took it all in.

Your friends were all kneeling on the ground, shock and grief written all over their faces. People you’d never seen before surrounded you.

Your captor threw you down in to the dirt. You caught yourself with your hands. A pair of boots stepped in front of you. Your eyes followed them up to a face.

He was tall and menacing. A wide grin spear over his lips as he chuckled, swinging a bat over his shoulder.

“She was watching from the bushes, sir.” The man who found you reported.

“Huh.” He hummed, spinning on his heel to face Rick. “One of yours, I take it?”

Rick hesitated to nod. The man thought for a moment, as you continued to study the scene around you. When your eyes fell on Abraham — or, what used to be Abraham — a wave a nausea washed over you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to suppress a gag.

“Oh, shit.” The man chuckled. “Guess you missed that part. See, that’s payback for fucking with me.”

“You cocksucker.” You growled, scowling as you lunched up at the man. Arms wrapped around you again, shoving you back down into the dirt. He dragged you over to Rick and the others, kicking you into place.

That was all Daryl could bare. His chest tightened, a sharp feeling darting from his core down into he tips of his fingers. His face went numb with nerves. He had no time to think. Before you could even push yourself off the ground, Daryl sprung forward and landed a solid punch across Negan’s face.

Two men quickly dragged Daryl back into place, one of them holding a familiar crossbow to his head. “Let me do it, boss.” The man begged.

Negan recollected himself quickly, laughing at the audacity required to attack him under such circumstances. Had he not made himself clear?

“Nah. That’s not gonna work.” Negan shook his head. “I told you. No exceptions.”

In the blink of an eye his bat was raised. Time slowed down, nearly halted for those around you. You looked up, tears flowing softly down your cheeks. For a moment, you felt peace. The next moment, fear. Finally, pain. A searing, crushing, all-consuming kind of pain. A loud crunch echoed through the trees. Your ears rang loudly, vision blurry and red. You blinked rapidly, throwing to clear whatever was in your eyes.

Gasps and sobs followed. Your friends and family around you watched in horror as you struggled to sit back up. It didn’t seem like you really registered what happened. You were too disoriented from the first blow to feel the second one.

You gurgled as tried to speak, blood spurting from your lips. Daryl’s cries rattled his body, barely able to make a sound as his breath seemed to be knocked out every time the bat fell down on your skull.

The only thing you could see was a blur of lights and shadows, tainted red with your own blood. For everyone else, the view was much more gruesome. Bits of bone and brain were hanging from your frizz of hair, some of which had been snagged on Lucille’s barbed wire dressing and ripped out. Only two blows from the bat and your were fully incapacitated, reduced to a bloody blubbering lump on the ground with a dent in your skull.

Weak with horror, Daryl lost the strength to sit straight. He fell tot he ground, attempting to drag himself toward you. A heavy boot pressed into his back, holding him firmly down.

Even Negan seemed to falter at the sight of his own destruction. Killing women was a new low for him, even with his track record. Especially in such a barbaric fashion. A sniffed and frowned, gripping Lucille tightly. It was too late for second thoughts. Daryl had to be taught a lesson. He had to understand how things would be from now on. There would be no more bravery or heroism. There would only be Negan.

He raised the bat once more, glancing over to Daryl as he groveled and sobbed below Dwight’s boot. The pain in Daryl’s eyes struck a chord in Negan. It was an unmistakable kind of reaction. The kind you could only bring out of a man when you were taking away the person he loved. Negan knew that feeling all too well. His eyes fell back down to you, twitching and squeaking with pain and confusion. He decided the best thing he could do for you was to swing hard and end your misery.

The final blow was the loudest, the messiest, the one nobody could bare to watch. Blood and brain matter splattered across those close to you. Daryl, Rosita, Negan, Dwight. Everyone was silent, save for a few sobs and the only pairs of eyes that never left you were those of Daryl and Negan. The man who loved you, and the man that killed you.

……

On days like this, Daryl found his peace in the woods. His fondest memories were there.

It was the only place he could still be close to you. Near the small streams, he’d hear echoes of your laughter from years passed. He’d see the glow in your hair as the rays of sunlight filtered through the treetops, and he’d smell your sun baked scalp in the wind, just like when he’d hug you tight and press his nose into your hair.

You were everywhere around him, even if you were long gone. He’d visit this spot often. Some found this place to be haunted. Too many bad memories plagued the grounds. But, to Daryl, it was sacred. It was the last place he saw you, living and breathing.

Your body was gone from there, but your presence lingered. Your blood had soaked into the dirt long ago, mingling with the rain as it watered the earth to sprout new life. When he cremated you, he spread the ashes here. You’d be part of the earth now and forever, and he’d always have this place to visit when he missed you.

Hell, he always missed you. He never stopped thinking about you. The war was over years ago, and new threats had risen and fell. Still, you were all around him. He vowed to protect you always. He may have failed at that, but he’d never allow himself to stop honoring you. He was the man who loved you, and he’d be the man who remembered you even when no one else did.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the bouquet of flowers he’d picked at the Kingdom. A long time ago, when he first escaped the Sanctuary, he returned to this spot to decorate it. He’d lugged heavy stones and sturdy branches over and arranged them around the spot where you died. Every time he came back, he wove flowers into the crevices between the stones and twigs. He swept away fallen leaves and shooed away unwanted pests. He’d bring random trinkets and pieces of jewelry he thought you’d like and arrange them atop the stones. There was a blend of old tarnished items, dead flowers, and the new trinkets and floral arrangements he’d brought just now.

The most important thing, though, was the handwritten letter he’d always bring along. He’d wait until he had enough to tell you, then he’d write up a lengthy letter, just to sit and read it to you there. This time, he could only write of how much he missed you. How dreary life had become without you. How he missed your sarcasm, your giggle, your voice, your singing. He talked about Judith and RJ, and how he wished he could have had a child with you. He was always afraid of fatherhood, but somehow it seemed possible with you. If only you were there.

When he finished, he let the tears flow freely. He cried to you, cried for you. Eventually he’d clean himself up and place a kiss on the necklace draped over the biggest stone. It was your necklace, the one you had never taken off since he met you. It was the last tangible part of you he was able to touch.

“See ya later.” He whispered as he walked away.

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g e n s o - 0 2.

your body jolts up as you feel yourself on the verge of passing out.

you quickly glance up at your teacher to see if he noticed you sleeping in his class, sighing quietly when you notice he was turned to the board.

you itched your most recent cut, wincing slightly as it hurt. at least its somewhat healing.. you thought to yourself staring at the scar. you rubbed your eyes to fight the sleep trying to consume you. 

god its like im tired everywhere else except when its time to actually sleep..

you bounced your knee up and down waiting for the time to go by quicker. you couldnt wait to get out of this goddamn academy. why were all last days filled with sappy goodbyes and hugs? you couldnt wait to go home and take a nice long nap.

no more stressing out over school work. no more sleepless nights. no more burn outs.

that sounded like absolute heaven.

ring, ring, ring!

you jumped out of your seat and rushed home. you finally had months to actually prepare for the UA entrance exam. you had to make it in.

you promised him you would.

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"mom! can you please call bakugous mom and ask if they can come over? its been so long!" you pleaded once you got home. "fine.. let me call them" sighed out your mom, going to grab the phone.

you watched giddily as she called, "hey, do you think you could come over with bakugou today? y/n finally got out of school and wants to see him" she asked, you saw as her lips form a tight line, "oh.. i see.. its okay then! take care! " she ended the call.

"im afraid bakugou cant come over, she said he wanted to train for the entrance exam and nothing else." she continued but you werent listening.

he didnt want to see you.

after all these years of waiting patiently to see him was for nothing. he didnt care about your friendship with him. he just wanted to train and be a hero.

like always.

 "izuku could probably come over though.. are you even listening y/n??" your mother questioned. you snapped out of your trance, "o-oh yeah! sure we can do that!" you replied, not even knowing what you were agreeing to. 

 "good! izuku will be able to come tomorrow so i suggest you take a bath, eat early, and head to bed to get some good rest. no more school until that entrance exam, i know you wont let us down." she smiled and ruffled your hair.

 you smiled back and nodded. you werent planning on failing it anyways. even if bakugou didnt value your friendship anymore, you still made yourself a promise. you were going to make it in whether you liked it or not.

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you showered quickly and went downstairs to get some water. you looked at the food hungrily, but your mind said otherwise. 

are you really going to eat? you already had so much food yesterday. its best you skip eating today so you wont gain much weight. 

you looked down at your stomach and sighed as it rumbled, aching for food. one night cant hurt right? you turned away from the food and got a water bottle getting ready to sleep.

you walked into your room and placed the water bottle on your nightstand and turned off the lights. you let out a yawn and layed down, falling asleep right as your head hit the pillow.

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the next day you woke up and did your morning routine. you couldnt help but be excited to see izuku after 3 years. 

as the doorbell rang you rushed to open the door and let out a gasp when you saw how much the green haired boy changed. you hugged him and smiled, "izu! oh my gosh ive missed you so much!" you pulled away and stared at him, "you look so mature now!"

 he let out a small laugh, "i can say the same to you y/n! its been so long!" you stepped aside and welcomed him in. you walked up with him into your bedroom and sat down, "how was the last three years? is bakugou still a bully to you?" you ask.

 he looks down sadly, "he hasnt changed much.. if anything its gotten worse. his egos so big now..!" he lets out a chuckle and scratches his neck, "just yesterday he burned my hero notebook and threw it in the fish pond outside the school..!"

 you gasped, "what? i cant believe he did that! hes changed so much..." he looked down and continued, "that wasnt the worst part... he told me to take a swan dive off the roof if i wanted a quirk that bad.." you felt the anger boil in you.

 "he said WHAT?" you asked in disbelief, "i cant believe i was friends with that piece of shit! and he said he wanted to focus on training instead of talkinh to me after 3 years! i cant believe he wants to be a hero with an attitude like that!" you yelled.

 "its not that big of a deal..! besides... we both got into a villain attack yesterday and guess who saved us?? all might!!" he started fanboying about all the things he did, but you were too busy thinking about how horrible bakugou had became.

"but poor kacchan.. the villian was really going to take over him.. it was scary to look at.." he rambled, "still! its no excuse to hows hes been acting! but your lucky you got to see all might! i wouldve fainted if i actually saw him! " you exclaimed.

 "exactly! but thats not the point, he said i could become a hero too!" he smiled, you looked at him confused "how..?" he looked at his hands and then back at you.

 "promise me you wont tell anyone" you nodded and swore, "all mights quirk was given to him, he wasnt born with it. he told me he would train me so that he could pass on his quirk to me!" your mind went blank.

 "how is that even possible? you cant inherit a quirk! thats not how things work. if its true how come none of the scientists have figured it out yet?" you rambled, "im not sure, but i can finally become a hero now! its all ive wanted, and to top it off i can be trained by the worlds greatest hero!"

 you couldnt help but smile and feel happy for him. all he ever wanted was to be a hero and now it could finally come true. "im happy for you izu! we can try out for UA together!" he smiled and let out a sound of agreement. "maybe we can train together under all might! im sure he'll like you, but just be warned he doesnt always look muscular... he has a whole different body when his quirk runs out.." 

 you found out just exactly what he meant the next day when you met him and all might at the beach.

"so y/n.. this is all might" he said pointing at a man who look like a drug-addict, but then suddenly changed to the all might you saw on tv. "what the actual fuck" you gasped, "told you to be warned..! all might i want you to meet y/n l/n, my best friend of many years!" 

you took a deep bow at his direction, "im thankful to be able to train under you, and for you to trust me with knowing about your identity and izukus new quirk" all might grinned, "of course kiddo, now whats your quirk?" 

 "i have the ability to control elements, so far its mainly the usual four; water, fire, air, earth. im most comfortable with water, and least with earth. each of my elements have its own drawback." he nods as you speak, "you both definitely need to start strength training more as your quirks will be powerful."

 "so lets get started!"

at that moment you had started the ten months of absolute torture. 

everyday was spent working harder than before. a meal plan that was composed so that your every meal had enough protein to not only loose the unwanted body fat, but to also build the needed muscle for your quirk. a sleep schedule so that you woke up everyday with enough energy to train the 5 gruesome hours every morning, and extra if you felt up to it.

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finally it was the morning of the long awaited entrance exam. you watched as deku screamed and let out every nerve he had in him. "i have to admit it.. you two have genuinely surprised me by cleaning the entire beach! " exclaimed all might.

he pulled up a photo of you two from the first day you started, "you two have definitely gotten stronger and you y/n, have grown more experienced with your quirk. young midoriya you have now worked your body enough to inherit my quirk... eat this." he handed deku a strand of his hair and you gagged silently.

 "to inherit my quirk you need to consume some of my dna" he explained, "theres no time to explain! eat it or you two will be late!" deku closed his eyes and swallowed the strand making you cringe.

i think im gonna be sick!

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you walked with deku to UA and stared at it in awe. you fiddled with your jacket covering the tight tanktop you had on, paired with your army green cargo pants. 

god im so nervous..!

 "even though i ate his hair i dont feel any different.." sighed deku, you smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder "its probably just getting used to your body, besides i never felt any different when i got my quirk!" 

 "stupid deku..! get out of my way before i light you on fire..!" snarled a voice from behind you. your heart dropped as you turned and made eye contact with bakugou. 

you couldnt believe how much he had changed. his face was more mature and his body had definitely grown more muscle. his attitude had just gotten worse though.

he knocked his shoulder into yours and walked away coldly, not saying a word to you.

"asshat" you whispered while continuing to walk with deku until he stumbled on his own feet and was frozen mid air. "are you okay?" said a high pitched voice from a brown haired girl beside you.

"i used my quirk to stop you from falling!" deku got up and started blushing, you giggled knowing he probably thought she was cute. "my names ochako uraraka! nice to meet you two!" you smiled as deku started glitching in real life. "my names y/n l/n and thats izuku midoriya! its nice to meet you too!"

you grinned as a plan came to mind, "well i have to meet someone inside.. you should get to know her izuku! it was nice meeting you! bye izu!" you ran away giggling. he had no choice but to talk to her now!

you took a seat next to a red haired boy and settled down looking at your card. looks like ill be in battle center A.. "hey what center are you in?" the boy asked you as he showed you his card , "oh um.. center A" he sighed, "guess we arent in the same one.. well i wish you luck anyways!" he grinned showing his sharp teeth.

you smiled back, "thanks! you too! also i really like the red hair!" he blushed, "thanks dude!" suddently the lights went out and the hero present mic started speaking.

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you finally got changed out of your jacket and prepared to fight. you stood outside of the battle center with a group of other people. you noticed bakugou but didnt awknowledge him, instead you made sure you had enough water in your pouch to use during the fight.

suddenly the doors opened and present mics voice could be heard counting down. "on your mark.. get set... go!" 

 it was finally the moment you had been training months for.

previous parts: pt. 00 / pt. 01 next parts: pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12 / pt. 13 / pt. 14 / pt. 15