#i hear love will tear us apart and im like *screams*

[oflgtfol]

movies symbrock is a completely differnet beast than comics symbrock but they really were a bunch of wild sons of a gun for the ending of venom 2... the beach confession...... when you love somebody.. you love me?. ... maybe a little............. may we never forget

[hypnos333]

Okay this is the very first time I’ve sent in a request and it might sound strange so I’m so sorry if it does 😭😭😭 but- Alastor x a reader who was apart of the extermination after she passed away (I.e she joined the extermination angels) and she has been like injured or badly hurt by Alastor himself. And it wasent until she took her mask off that Alastor realised who she was type thing??

CARMINE

Alastor x Ex-Fiancé Reader

Synopsis: Alastor purposed for you before he made a big mistake with you dying now he won’t make that mistake again

“Aye Sweet gold, you got that Radio bitch right?” Adam yelled out from battle making you nod before head towards the demon using your box and arrow to hit different demons.

You shoot your arrows at Alastor making his smile tighten before he slammed his staff down the ground as tentacles came flying towards you but you used your angelic dagger to slice through them. Until a tentacle hit you from behind making you slam down the ground. Through your mask you struggled to breathe.

Alastor came up to you holding his staff down your neck making you choke up, his smile brightened as he hold it even more deeper down your neck as you gasp for air. You finally had enough before taking off your mask to get more air if possible.

Alastor gasp in shock, eyes wide at you as he immediately dropped his staff, you weren’t paying attention to his reaction as you were gasping for air.

“___? My dear? My love?” Alastor stuttered between nicknames

“Alastor dinner is ready!” You yelled out to the basement but all you heard this time was silence usually he would yell something back. You couldn’t recall him saying he was heading out so maybe he fell asleep in the basement?

You hesitatingly went down the steps to the basement, the stairs creak by your slow pace. “Beloved are you down here?” You asked but yet again hearing no response.

You peaked behind the wall seeing a guy tied up bloody full of carmine blood. You gasp ready to scream before a hand came and held you against your mouth making scream but came out muffled. You looked up to see Alastor hush you before plunging a knife into your stomach.

“I would’ve been so much better without you knowing my dear” He said making tears roll down your face as you die in his arms without you knowing thought his very own tears was running down his face as he hold your body close

As you got air in your system you finally looked up to the person you been trying to avoid. “Hello Alastor I hope everything been well for you” You mumbled avoid his eyes.

“I-I’ve been looking for you for years, My dear” He stuttered out making you look at him questionably.

“Why would you do that when you’re the one who killed me and led me to my death?” You asked making him look down in shame. As he was about the explain everything to you.

Lute called all Angels to retreat making you fly but before you can get anywhere, Alastor panicked and did the unthinkable he quickly cut your wings making you cry out in pain before falling down on the ground. The same carmine that led you to your death is now replacing your use to be wings now cloaking your back.

“Like I said my dear, I’ve been looking for you for years and Im not gonna let you go again” He said as he carried you towards his Radio tower where he will keep you until you behave for him like a little Fiancé you were back then.

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[yok00k]

coming down

pairing: non-idoloc! x idol!jk

genre: angst

“i always want you when i’m coming down”

sypnosis: although you sleep next to jungkook every single night, it feels like you’re million miles away from him.

wordcount: around 1,000

warning: in 1st pov, it’s a little sad (for me), open ended ending, one sided love, allusion of cheating, oc’s world revolves around jk (don’t be like her)(lowkey im her), toxic relationship, lack of communication

author’s note: this did not go as I initially planned help-_- i was gonna make light jealousy oc/jk drabble idk how I ended up with this. i hope yall sob w/ me or lmk ur thoughts

an absolute ideal.

his performance. the concept. the way he sang his new released songs flawlessly. how smooth his dancing movements were. how the stage composition and development were so sumptuous.

and most importantly, how romantic the live performance was, given the fact that there was an actress involved in the show.

calling Jungkook an amazing artist would be an understatement. He’s creative, unique, and original in his masterpieces. Everything he does, no matter what, is just mesmerizing and astounding. He’s indeed a true performer.

Jungkook dedicated several months to work on his solo album. The time and effort he had put to his work is just admirable. On most days, he stays up late, trying to come up with so many possible ideas and options he can add on his album.

and I was there by his side. I chose to be.

I was there, waiting for him to come home every single night, or usually midnight, in our noiseless living room, wrapped with a thick blanket and loneliness. He would arrive home, but as night by night goes, I was accompanied by nothing but solitude. it feels like it’s taking over me.

I was there, in bad days where Jungkook is focusing on the negatives and having doubts in himself. Days where his standards for himself weren’t being met. both of my shoulders were closely next to him if he needed something to lean into. Reminding him that it’s okay and he’s doing wonderful.

I was there, even in times when he didn't want or need me to be there. times where he just wanted to be by his own with no distraction. but here I am, continuously showing him my undying love and support for him.

I chose to stay there. on nights where he stopped saying “i love you” back before going to dreamland. I hugged him closer as I convinced myself to believe that he just didn’t feel like saying those three words at those moment because of all the stress he undergoes through day to day.

I gave all of myself, I’ve done my part as his other half. Just like how Jungkook produces his works, I poured all my love and time to him, leaving not a thing for myself. It sounds foolish, but that’s just how I love

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we’re both lying on the massive bed, only inches apart from one another’s body yet it feels like he’s millions of miles away from me as I stare at his cold, broad back that’s facing me.

I’ve got to used to this upsetting scenario at this point but that doesn’t mean it hurt less.

The whole bedroom feels chilly. I’m freezing, solely due to the fact that his warm arms weren’t wrapped around me like they used to be. as i’m not hearing his snores, I know that he’s still awake

“Do you still love me?” I manage to ask out loud and clear, immediately regretting the words that came out of my mouth even though it’s simply an inquiry.

a question that’s been going around my head for quite some time now. a question that i’m afraid to know the answer to because his response might be the response my heart doesn’t wish to hear or else it will shatter into millions of pieces.

my hope for an answer rapidly decreased as seconds went by filled with silence. The absence of noise that surrounded me was deafening; abundantly mocked the emotions I was feeling at the moment, screaming at me that my feelings didn't matter.

It's alright.

I did nothing but wipe the single tear that uncontrollably rolled down my cheek.

it’s stupid. I should’ve just kept it to myself. maybe that would be less embarrassing. less problematic. less painful than I was feeling minutes ago.

I turned my back against his as I accepted my defeat. maybe I’m just tired. maybe drifting to sleep will make me feel okay although I know deep inside that I won’t take the pain away. this is not some type of feeling i’m unfamiliar with to begin with.

I shut my eyes, as I try to put myself to sleep. but in that process, i felt his body moving, turning around, and finally snakes his warm arms around me. a pair of arms, the same ones I longed for so many nights.

“____, why would you ask that?” he giggly asked, sounding like he just heard a silly question. as if i was just being clingy and wanted some piece of his attention.

‘because i don’t feel like you love me anymore’

the man waited for a response, waiting to see if I was just fooling around or that was really genuine. the noiselessness, just like all times, answers the question we both interrogate to each other.

the heavy feelings just got worse, if not heavier. even so when he talks more. “i won’t be laying next to you if i wasn’t.” as if that makes me feel better.

indeed, he’s physically here by my side yet distant. Jungkook is so far off that I’ve lost him. numbness was all I felt as I heard his words. I couldn’t be more content now that I have my answers.

his indirect answer to a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question is enough for me to know where we stand.

I can’t help but to turn my body to face him, just to stare at his doe eyes that I easily get lost in due to the fact that they hold thousands of stars, if not a whole world in them.

regretfully, my eyes should’ve just maintained contact with doe-like eyelids. but rather, they drop their focus on the side of his neck, detecting a foreign lipstick shade that he might have forgotten to wipe off. a shade that will be tattooed in my brain and will forever hate.

Inhale. Exhale. I chose to shrug it off, bringing my attention back to his worn out face.

“I love you” truthfully and whole-heartedly confessed to him once more just like I always do. although this was a little bit different because I don’t expect him to say it back anymore.

and with that in mind, this was also the last night that I will to express my love for him.

[eilishsluv]

could u write a fanfic maybe a angst to fluff? perhaps billie stops giving attention and reader overthinks which leads to angst then fluff. hope ur well:)

sure anon! i hope this is how you wanted<3

attention

billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: billie had stopped giving you the attention she used to which lead to you overthinking & so an argument

warnings: arguing, hickies, kissing & unedited

notes: this was fun to write, enjoy reading:)

billie was an extremely busy person, she had been ever since she stepped foot into the famous business. but these past few weeks you've been feeling extremely neglected by her, its happened before but never for this long. usually only afew days but its almost been 2 months. this had made your thoughts sprial.

overthinking was a bad habit of yours but how could you not especially right now? her flirty comments with other famous people, fans & just anyone. you loved billie & so did she, but now you definitely doubted it.

you both laid in her bed, your head on her chest & usually she'd avoid her phone, or atleast her hands somewhere on you, but no, not today. billie had both her hands on her phone, with her arms on either side of you, barely brushing against you as she typed.

you were done, the jealousy, overthinking & worry got to you. you managed to move away from billie & off the bed.

"whats wrong baby?" billie questioned watching you look around the room.

you ignored her completely, although hearing her voice & petname hurt your heart terribly. scurrying around her room finding your clothes & some of your belongings, billies brain started to tik realising you were leaving.

"woah woah woah, y/n what are you doing?" billie started to move off the bed to stand with you. this made your blood boil.

"oh so you can flirt with other people, ignore me completely, make me feel like shit but you expect me to stay & deal with all of it?" as you talked your voice got louder & louder, you were pissed.

the distress was visible in her face, you stared at her waiting on a response.

"y/n what are you on about?" billie was on the verge of tears, you on the other hand had hot tears streaming down your cheeks already.

"you think i dont see everything you do billie?! for fucks sake, i mean really? really. every single comment you make on another person breaks me apart cause i went from hearing them every single second to once a week if im fucking lucky!" your voice broke all throughout that sentence but you had to get that out, but you couldnt scream all you wanted to.

billie slowly stepped towards where you were standing. she was insanely intimidating when she wanted to be, all you did was step further back up until you hit the wall.

she stared deep into your eyes, hers showed a sad although dominant expression.

"is that all you think & feel?" billie looked as if she was joking, you didnt care. she asked for it whether or not she was serious.

you scoffed looking down then back up into her eyes.

"do you seriously think thats all? i mean billie all i fucking want is your attention but you dont even give a single fuck to me anymore. you have done nothing but ignore me for weeks!" screaming that in her face felt therapeutic but also painful.

billie looked speechless, you guys had argued before but never over something like this.

"you think i dont love you?" her sentence hung in the air, your face gave it all away. billie cleared her throat before continuing.

"which other girl is dancing in my house, wearing my clothes, coming with me to events, sleeping in my bed in my arms, cooking me dinner or listening to me make a new album? y/n you are the only girl i want & need, i own up to being distant but i dont want another girl" billies tears started to fall. you wiped them away as she leaned into your touch.

"im sorry baby." you felt like shit for everything you did in the past 10 minutes.

"dont be sorry for my actions & how ive treated you" you both felt bad but only wanted one thing, & that was eachother.

billie leaned down into your neck, leaving kisses & marks. it was one of her ways of saying sorry & that she loves you.

"i love you" you spoke

"i love you mamas" billie answered back.

she was all you wanted & you were all she wanted, she definitely cleaned her act up after that.

[painfulstretch]

idea/fantasy: i’m your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. i’ve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what i’m in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why you’d been so eager to assist, and now i’m stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. i’m shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and there’s still a massive bulge sitting just inside. i’ve long given up on begging, the only help you’ll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.

fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.

i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.

you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.

i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.

it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.

and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.

your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.

didn’t i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious

[ohbo-ohno]

Consider: Conqueror!Ghost fucking Princess Reader in her room, Soap chained up in a corner of the room, unable to help as his princess’ virginity is fucked away by this massive man who isn’t being at all gentle. Not even bothering to undress her or stretch her, just yanking her skirt up enough to have access and going right for it.

if i was ever gonna do something with this it would probably be like the first ghoap idea i posted but oh my god. this ask. like im fanning mysef babe

this would hurt guard!johnny soooooo bad :( he's literally dedicated his entire life to protecting the princess, has sworn to never marry, never have any kids, so he can be ready to die protecting her if it ever comes to that

and here comes conqueror!ghost, who slaughters the king and queen and takes the princess for himself. doesn't kill johnny for some reason, but lets him fight for a while :( johnny's bloody and nearly broken trying to protect the princess, and he just keeps getting up and charging at ghost, trying desperately to save you. ghost is literally playing with him, just knocks him to the side with a single blow

johnny waking up chained to the wall with a collar he knows they used for the king's hounds, stuck on his knees staring wide-eyed at the bed, where ghost is splitting his princess open on his cock where she's on her back with her knees pushed up to her ears. and at first ghost is looking down at her, but when johnny jerks forward and the chains rattle ghost's face turns to his, and he just smiles fucking viciously, every tooth showing, as he fucks her harder, hold her jaw wide open so johnny can hear her screams

and for ghost... having this pretty virginal little princess being split in half on his cock is heaven, but turning and looking at the big bloody guard getting his heart broken, knowing everything he's sacrificed is for nothing, that he's not strong enough to have protected his princess from ghost's brutality... it's that devastation that gets him coming inside the princess. pulls her off his cock and forces her to sit up, spreads her legs wide and fucks his come in and out of her with his fingers right in front of johnny's face. grabs her by the jaw and forces her to look, to see the way her guard watches her

johnny snarling and jerking at the chain, nearly choking himself, screaming and shouting every violent threat he can think of and swearing he'll tear ghost apart with his bare hands. and ghost just laughs, slips his cock back into the pretty princess and makes him watch her ride her conqueror's cock

side bar - i love ghost taking the princess' virginity in front of soap, but i also kinda love him forcing johnny to take her virginity. mutual noncon & johnny having to brutalize the one person he swore to protect? maybe ghost fucks johnny at the same time, shows him how to properly fuck since he's never done it before :(

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[doritochoi]

Office gift | S.M

pairing: song mingi x reader

genre: smut, non-idollau

warnings: pet name , unprotected sex, boss & worker relationship, mingi so fucking hot (ofc he is )

summary: you were late at your work and your sexy boss gives you an unforgettable gift.

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You were always in love with your boss. No one could resist him, he was so charming and handsome that he can make you melt in his touch immediately. Everytime when he calls you to come in his office to help him with work you fix your lipstick or lift your skirt a little for him to have a perfect view ,but sadly he didn't notice or maybe he didn't want to notice. Of course he saw everything you did for him, but he was waiting for the right moment and that moment came faster than you expected.

Being late wasn't a habit for you, but this time you were really late..What could you do? You prayed that something bad wouldn't happen or maybe you thought he wouldn't even notice.

You arrived at the company. When you wanted to open the door, a strong wind appeared, making you think that it's better not to go in and maybe you could message your boss that you don't feel very well but you couldn't do that .All your coworkers saw you that you came so you opened the door and entered. Once you opened the door you already felt his perfume. His smell was everywhere, no wonder why all the girls wanted to talk with him or spend time with him. He was too beautiful. You felt horrible going directly to his office, so you went to your office first to leave your things there then you went to him.You were looking at that door for several minutes. Song Mingi's office. You could smell the perfume again, but this time is was too intense so you realized that he was there.

You knocked on the door and he answered with a simple "yes, you can come in". Even his voice was sweet...Just like him. Once you entered, he was there. His posture wasn't an ordinary one, he was standing with his legs apart as if he was waiting for you to sit there. those big and squishy thighs. You wanted to touch them so badly.

You were staring at him for a while until you heard you name.

"Y/n. You've been staring at me for a while'' ,ofc you were .How can you not? His voice , his lips, his body you were in love with everything.

"O-oh really?"

"You know this is not the time to come to work,right?" ,he got up from the chair and walked towards you while you were walking backwards. He was a few centimeters from your face, he closed the gap between you two and bent his head to get close to your face.

"I don't like your attitude today, darling" he said that with his husky voice. A hand appeared on your waist making you startle a little.

"I should have given you this gift a long time ago, but I couldn't" ,he caressed your waist with his long fingers, grabbing a part of your shirt.

"What gift-"

"You know I noticed everything right? I bet when you're alone at home, you masturbate calling out my name and looking at my photos"

"How did you-"

"If you wanted to fuck me that much you could ask , im free all the time" ,he ripped your skirt reaching the floor, putting his cold hands between your legs feeling the wetness on your panties.

"Oh you are so wet and i didnt even touch you . Come on let me show you my gift . "

He took you in his arms pushing you on the desk tearing your shirt along with your underwear.

" Sir, that was expensive"

"Don't worry, i will buy everything for you"

He started to admire you, looking at every part of your body.He was playing with his fingers on your pussy, then he stuck a finger inside making you scream.

"If you're gonna scream like that, I'm sure everyone on this floor will hear us.

"How i am supposed to be quiet when you're teasing me like that"

"And this is just the beggining love "

That was it, he smashed his lips on yours feeling you want more, so he started to give soft kisses on your neck. You didn't like what he was doing so now you were on top of him, and he was only looking at you and the movements you were making. You kissed his neck, leaving traces of red lipstick, and you unbuttoned his shirt seeing his toned abs. Now you were extremely down . You unbuckled his belt feeling his hard cock there . It was big. Bigger than you could have imagined.

"Do you think i can handle it?" Its so big for me "

" Don't worry i will make sure he will fit you"

After some minutes it was a mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere. The office was filled with your moans and the most important thing , his big dick was in you , moving in and out. The pleasure you had was a very pleasant one.

"You're so tight , kitten " I love you" .Soon you felt him twitch between your tight walls.

“Come on kitten,cum with me.” he said cumming inside you while you also came.

“Oh god that was amazing.” he looked at the mess he did and he was impresed , he liked it so much , he loved your pussy so much.

"I promise next time it will be better in bed "

"So round 2?"

"Ofc lets go to my house" , you giggled and kissed his nose , then got up dressing to go home .

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[toranesu]

AHAHAHA i actually do not feed myself anything to get such ideas, i just get them 😭😭😭

had another thought for u <3 (omfg i feel nasty for having sm thoughts)

but hear me out on this one,,, not sure if im the only one who has it but i secretly have aaaa size kink?-

BUT.

HEAR ME OUT AGAIN.

SIZE KINK W/ TINGYUN.

tingyun cannot rlly choose which hole she wants you to use, but u tell her u can use all!!! pick her up and push her up against a wall in her room, tear her bottoms apart and plunge ur cock in, she'll be putty in ur hands in no time.

poor foxian girl cannot stop her screams, as u continue to assault her wet insides, srsly cannot get over the fact how u pick her up so easily and fuck her up within just a blink of an eye

and also gonna add the fact ur dick could make bulge on her plush stomach, proving just how aggressive u plan to be w/ her.

and it doesn't stop, srsly, it goes on for so long that she'd be leaving her room with heavy amounts of cum dripping down her legs <3

-anon kei

kei i am so sorry for getting back at you so late 😭 im trying i swear 🙏

sub tingyun x dom gn amab reader | cw. amab reader, belly bulge, size difference

tingyun loves loves loves sneaking off with you in the middle of work! she'll definitely get an earful, but it's always worth it to have you plunge into her pussy like a fucking machine!! her ass, her pussy, her mouth—how good would it be if she could just have all her holes filled up with you.

the moment you grab her by the waist and tell her you need her, she easily complies. once you're in her room, you don't pause and immediately attack her, pinning her down on the wall and aggressively kissing all over her neck, suckling on her skin whilst your hand roams wherever you can touch.

her skin is smooth and delicate, she's so gorgeous. oh, how you love marking her beautiful skin up. she moans deliriously, loving the power you have over her.

you hurriedly rip her clothes off, your fingers pressing on her wet cunt. "fuck. already dripping for me, tingyun?" you mutter out, grazing your teeth on her collarbone.

"mmn, how can i not be?" she wraps her arms around your neck. she's looking at you with those starstrucking eyes and giving you that signature smile of hers.. oh, how you wanna fuck her up.

you've had her just the night before, and yet you can't stop yourself from wanting her now—neither can she. not wasting any time, you strip yourself and manhandle her down onto the bed, towering over her. she swears she could just cum from the size difference alone.

your hands find their way onto her hips, while you thrust your aching dick inside her wet cunt. the fluids from tingyun's juices alone enough to help you slide right in, along with the fact that you've just fucked the night before.

tingyun moans noisily as you bottom out inside of her, gritting your teeth and suckling onto her neck. your hand finds it's way to squeeze her boob before starting to thrust into her at a rough pace, the sound of skin slapping and the two of you's moans and groans surrounding the room.

as you've done this a thousand times before, her eyes draw towards the bulge on her stomach. tingyun just nearly squeals at the sight, her hand pressing down on the bulge while she clamps around you.

you look down towards her stomach, grinning smugly at the sight. your size is certainly something you're proud of. "shit. so full of me, babe," you groan out, watching the way the bulge moves according to your thrusts.

when you put your hand on top of hers, pressing down gently, she cums. that act of affection from you—oh, tingyun's weak.

[lockleysfav]

Medicine

steven grant x reader

summary: The reader was diagnosed with a fatal illness, neither you or the boys knew when your time would be up. When Steven comes back from a mission overnight, he and his alters never get to say goodbye.

warnings: very angsty, death, heartbroken moon boys, mentions of hospital equipment, Marc and Jake make an appearance.

Steven had left you with a forehead kiss and a simple promise that he’d be back as soon as possible.

He was gone for 3 days.

You were incapable of quite literally anything as you were constantly in and out consciousness, Marc had asked one of the elderly neighbours to look after you whenever they were gone but after she saw Steven freak out in the elevator, she never came back. Marc and the rest of them were unaware of that completely.

The heart monitor beside your bed beeped loudly in the silent apartment, it was always so incredibly lonely when they left. There was times even khonshu felt terrible for taking the boys away for a while but it was their job, it was Marcs debt to pay. You understood that.

You were tired, your body felt light as if it was floating. It was calm and peaceful. You knew what was coming, so you weakly sat up and moves some of the wires out of the way and grabbing a pen and some paper to write a note for the men you love dearly.

It took the rest of your energy to fold up the note and place it on your nightstand. The photo of you and Steven sitting nicely behind the note, you leaned down and kissed the frame, a tear rolling down your cheek at all the sudden core memories of you and them.

Tears were streaming out of your eyes uncontrollably when you knew you wouldnt be able to see their faces before you go, but thats life. You cant always get what you want even if its your last wish.

****

Steven had a smile on his face, a bouquet of flowers resting at the bend of his arm as the elevator doors opened. He quickly walked to the neighbours house and knocked on it until the lady opened the door with a small jump.

“H-hello, i uh i’ve got cash but i havent exactly got all of it right now” Steven stutteres, flipping through his bank notes. The woman shook her head in confusion “What for?” and Steven chuckles “Looking after y/n” he replies. The womans face slightly drops.

“I haven’t…i havent checked on her”

Stevens heart sunk immediately. He almost threw up right then “What?! What do you mean?” the woman shakes her head again “I havent been to check on her im so sorry” shes about to ramble on again but Steven jolts down the corridor, barging into your shared apartment.

“No”

Steven dropped the flowers as he stood frozen at the doorway.

He could hear Marc and Jakes distress but at the same time it was drowned out like white noise. It took him a while before he rushed to your side with his eyes already swelling with tears “Baby? please wake up” he whimpers and shakes your body like a little kid trying to wake his mother after a nightmare. His heart felt like someone was crushing it with their bare hands, he almost couldnt breathe.

Your body was pale, the flatline being the only noise he could hear. He was begging you to wake up, he was trying everything he could to wake you up but deep down he knew it wasn’t gonna work.

Marc was screaming at Steven to call and ambulance but Steven shook his head “Marc…” he whimpers breathlessly and his legs give out, his hands clutching onto your shirt as he wailed into it.

Marc and Jake watched the scene, crying not only for you but for Steven. Steven was the one who met you, asked you out, kissed you first, had sex with you first. You were even the one who took his virginity. Marc and Jake loved you so much, but their love could never match Stevens.

He used to sit at the end of the bed looking at the mirror, rambling with a smile to them both about how beautiful and amazing you are after he’d get home from another date. Only a month ago he was talking to them about marrying you.

Jake looked away when Steven started choking on his tears, clawing at his own chest because his heart ached that badly. Marc pursed his lips together and silently cried. You were so sweet to him, during his mental breakdowns, his nightmares and his panic attacks it was always you who would rush to his side and hold him close to you, peppering kisses to his face and shushing him gently until he’d feel safe.

With Jake, he was so distant and hes never regretted something so much until now. You were both just starting to get close, he accepted he loved you and he was going to tell you he loved you for the first time when they got back. Thats why he had to look away, he didnt want his alters to see him cry.

Though they all perked up when a gush of wind caused the folded note to flop beside Steven.

He looked down at it as more tears flowed out of his eyes, you knew you were gonna die. His shaky hands picked up the note and he unfolded it with hiccups escaping his body.

Steven. I understand you couldn’t get here in time but i know how much you loved me, the same goes for Marc and Jake. I love each of you so so much and i hope you all stay safe.

-

-

-

please look in the bathroom. My last gift for you. I love you so much.

Steven gripped the paper in his hands and cried out. His back flopping against the side of the bed with his head in his hands. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t open the damn door until Jake suddenly fronted.

Jake gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes as he forced himself to stand and avoid looking at you because he knew if he did, he’d breakdown. So he straightened his posture and walked to the bathroom door with his knees buckling at the sound of a soft meow.

He huffed as the wall broke and his tears came flowing down his cheeks “Pendejo” he muttered and rested his head against the door, twisting the handle and opening it. He stared ahead into the mirror, frozen before he felt the soft fur of the kitten rub against his leg, another meow coming from it.

Jake looked down and stumbled onto his knees to pick up the kitten “mi amor” he whimpers as he looks into the eyes of the small animal, her eyes the exact same colour as yours. He cried even harder when the kitten started to lick his cheek, ridding of his oncoming tears and nuzzles into him.

Marc fronted when Jake slowly cried himself to sleep, sat up againt the bathroom door with the kitten curled on his lap. He looked down at the kitten and whispered your name with a strained voice. The kitten perked it’s head up and he laughed, tears staining his cheeks but he shook his head quickly, picking up the kitten and standing up to face the bedroom, your body laying lifeless in front of him.

It took him a few minutes before he could get the courage to walk towards you.

“It’s all my fault” he cries “i should’ve- i should’ve ignored khonshu and just come home to you” he was about to go on until the kitten nipped his ankle. He hissed and looked down to see the kitten licking the bite before looking up at him and meowing.

The note left on the desk caught his attention again and he turned to it, flipping it over.

i will always be with you.

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Thank you for reading <3

[ovaryacted]

Ok ok ok, so…hear me out. (TW: death, and suicide at the end)

Let’s just say Leon’s kids (maybe they’re a teen at this point) ends up captured by some evil bioweapon lab. The ransom note is essentially ‘leave us alone to do our science or we kill your kid’

I can see this playing out two ways.

The first, Leon tears apart the world. He sees red and essentially blacks out until he’s reunited with his child/ren. He’s awake for the entire time it takes to find them. The only time he actually ‘rests’ is when his body physically crashes and passes out. Even then, he gets nightmares. What if they’re too late and his kid/s become twisted creatures? What if they’re already dead? What if he has to put a bullet in his own precious baby because they were reduced to a shambling zombie, just like RC?

He wakes up screaming. Crying. Sobbing.

Even if he gets to them in time, they’re undoubtedly traumatized. They won’t be child/Ren anymore. They would have been exposed to how fucked the world really is. He starts thinking he’s a failure. He’s failed to protect his kid/s. The ones he loved the most in the world have had their innocence ripped away.

But damnit, when he finds them, you bet your ass he’s not letting them go. He hugs them tightly. Almost too tightly. Leon starts sobbing. They’re unharmed. Untouched by evil science.

When it comes to the escape, he holds their hand. It doesn’t matter how old they are, he’s going to hold onto SOMETHING. They aren’t coming out of his sight ever again. Not after this.

Second scenario, Leon IS too late.

He sees what USED to be his kid/s. If he stared hard enough he could see them, under the shambling, the growling. They were still in there somewhere.

But he was too late. Even if they could get a cure, the damage was done. His child/ren were gone.

The world goes quiet for Leon. His only focus would be on them. All he could hear is his own heartbeat. After he ends their pain, I don’t think he’d go home.

The official report be KIA, but anyone else who was on the mission would know the truth. Leon didn’t want to live without his kid/s.

BUT THEN ITS ALL A NIGHTMARE BECAUSE I MADE MYSELF SAD TYPING THIS AHHHH IM SORRY

cw: religious imagery, mentions of gore and violence, suicide attempt

Hey, angsty anon, I know you remember sending this to me when I was at work and it fucking upset me but I said I would make it worse...well I'm making it a tad bit worse by adding my thoughts to this. Apologies in advance, and of course if you don't want to read some sad shit, don't read it. (I was half asleep writing this so my bad lolz)

I think Leon's family becoming involved in the horrors of bioterrorism, the very thing he's trying so hard to protect his loved ones from, is one of his biggest fears. In this field, he's seen people he cared about, good people, who were abandoned by those meant to protect them and had to alter their bodies to try to feel control. Although Leon does everything to ensure his family is protected, he still falls short when his child gets taken away by an enemy and is used as collateral.

The entire aspect of finally being able to have a life gets to Leon. To have a chance to settle down and have a family of his own which is now being threatened, turns Leon into this vindictive monster just motivated by revenge. On prior missions, he's usually calculated and knows what to do, where to go, and what to bring. But now that his child is involved, his own flesh and blood, yeah he blacks out for most of the mission and is going off of instinct.

He doesn't give his partner much of an explanation when he just says he's going to leave and that he knows he's going to bring his family back together. He can't promise anything, can't promise if he'll come back in one piece or at all, but he will bring his child back home. If being a federal agent working in bioterrorism has taught him anything, is that not everyone comes back. Sometimes he just gets lucky and the cycle repeats.

Leon does not sleep, does not eat, and much less gives a shit about his own safety and health. As far as he knows, he's on a witch hunt to kill the bastard that threatened his family and his happiness. The entire time he's trying to get his child back, his mind goes back to the horrors of all of his missions. He thinks back to the fear he felt in trying to save Sherry, he remembers the way his mind went all hazy on his mission to Spain and saved the president's daughter.

It's all the same. But it has to be different right?

He doesn't consider himself to be a religious person, he used to be back in his youth. But as this rogue mission goes on longer and longer and he spends more time without his child, he starts to silently pray that they're alive, that they haven't been ruined like everything else in this rotten world.

Let's say he does find his kid in one piece, scared and traumatized, probably tucked into a corner in a dingy cell in some run down lab. Leon wrapped his arms around them, apologizing over and over again, looking for forgiveness, and blaming himself for putting his child in danger simply because of the life he was forced to live.

He does get back home in one piece with his child in his arms and eliminates any other possible and future threats so he never has to worry about that again. The people who even think about hurting his family will regret ever doing so. As long as his child is safe and back at home, he thinks he's achieved the impossible and is protecting all that he holds dear.

But let's go on the opposite end of the spectrum. What will happen if Leon doesn't get there in time? If he finds his child turned into some monster as revenge? It would tear him apart, and he will consider this to be his karma for even wanting a better life for himself, a life he doesn't deserve. The person or thing in front of Leon wasn't his child anymore, it was a mess of torn-up limbs and cut skin, and he couldn't feel his child's presence anymore.

His soul is empty as he raises his gun to shoot towards the monster, putting them out of their misery, and the last bit of humanity Leon has left goes with the dead body hitting the ground. He still has a mission to complete, a society to protect, so he focuses on that and refuses to give himself a moment of grieve.

Later he says, I have time later.

He's detached from his reality throughout the remaining time he gives himself to finish off this mission, his last mission. When all the threats are eliminated, he walks around aimlessly, his spirit has run dry and he knows the gaping hole in his chest is too much of a burden to handle. He doesn't cry, he's done enough crying in his life and frankly, he doesn't have any more tears to give.

I've failed. I've failed you. I'm sorry.

The words repeat in his head and he pretends his significant other somehow gets the message that he's not coming back home. He wonders if God will come to save him from this blasphemy, but this is the price he had to pay for having too much blood on his hands, blood he did not want to have.

His hand is steady as he puts the gun to his temple, finger on the trigger and he hears it click, nothingness comes right after. He doesn't feel pain, doesn't feel much of anything, and surprisingly he feels calm...at peace.

Things can't be different. Not this time.

[runningthroughthegarden]

Hi how are you ❤️? You write amazingly well <3

I was wondering, if you take requests, if you could write a Jack/Ethan fic inspired by "You're Losing Me" by Taylor Swift. (You can decide the ending, line sad or not)

Thanks you 💕

thank you!! yall love being heartbroken, me too!! requests are open, i love doing them :)

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you and jack had been dating for a year when he got offered a role in scream vi. you were more than excited for him, even though it meant you would be spending a lot of time apart. you both decided you would do everything in your power to make it work, but lately that was proving to be easier said than done. the last couple of days you could barely get in touch with him. whenever he did reply it was small or dry remarks. you felt lonely in the apartment you once shared. sitting, staring at the walls that were once filled with laughter and love. feeling your phone buzz you are quick to check the notification. 

“hey babe sorry ive had a long day on set” 

“jack we havent talked in days. i don't understand” 

“i know you don't. listen i’ll call you tomorrow” 

crashing on your bed, tears begin to dwell in your eyes.

you say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"

we thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

pacing your room with your phone up to your ear you begin to grow anxious. jack broke his empty promise and didn’t call you. so now here you were, trying to piece it back together. as the ringing stops, a smile is cast across your face. 

“jack!! hey, i miss you”

“hey what did you want”

“well you said you were gonna call and i just wanted to check up on you” 

“im a little busy right now” 

“oh okay maybe we can call again later” 

a deep sigh is his only response. 

“is everything okay?” 

“no everythings not okay! i cant get anything done when youre bothering me all day. im working and all you want to do is talk about your day. im sorry but i really don't care right now”

“oh okay. i’ll let you go” 

throwing your phone onto your bed, you break down in sobs. 

do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

i'm getting tired even for a phoenix

always risin' from the ashes

mendin' all her gashes

you might just have dealt the final blow

you spent the evening on your bed, shaking with tears streaming down your eyes. you could only thing about how good things used to be. when you had a boyfriend who absolutely adored you. now it seemed like you had no one at all. your heart was racing a million hours per hour and yet you felt absolutely nothing. 

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

after that night, that call, you made it a point to stay out of jacks way. he would facetime you every now and then. while he got his hair done, goofing around on set, or just in his trailer. none of these times did he seem to notice that none of your smiles reached your eyes. your replies were empty and solemn. you were happy to see him so excited but apart of you hated him for not realizing what he had done. for not realizing how deep his words had truly affected you. 

“hey you okay” 

biting your nails behind the screen 

“lately not really” you honestly replied. 

“hang on mason's gotta tell me something. i’ll call you later. love you."

every mornin' I glared at you with storms in my eyes

how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

your surprised to hear a knock at your door. you open it to reveal your curly headed boyfriend. he had stopped responding to you completely a few days ago, so saying you were shocked to see him was an understatement. tired of being the only one trying to keep the relationship afloat, you let out your frustration. 

“what are you doing here jack” 

“hey i just wanted to check up on you, i have a few days off” 

he brings you into a hug, but you stay stiff below him. 

“whats wrong?” he asks, picking up on your mood. 

“you ignore me for days and expect me to be excited to see you?” 

“ive been busy you know that” 

“jack we barely talk anymore. and when we do you blow me off in the first 5 minutes. hell you even told me to stop talking to you.” you explain, tears filling your eyes. 

“look im sorry, the movies just been taking up all my time."

“and the movies more important than me right?” you say barely above a whisper.

“no but this is my job, my life” 

“then maybe you should only worry about yourself” finally looking into his eyes.

“what are you trying to say” 

“im saying we’re done jack. i cant keep putting myself through hell only for you not to give a shit” 

“no c'mon we can make this work.”

“yeah thats what you said last time. please jack im going to ruin myself if this keeps happening.” 

you both are a crying mess at this point. 

not saying another word, jack leaves. 

and the air is thick with loss and indecision

i know my pain is such an imposition

now, you're running down the hallway

and you know what they all say

"you don't know what you got until it's gone"

the next morning you find a letter left at your front door. 

my love, 

i'm sorry. for absolutely everything. i love you endlessly. when the stars realign, i’ll be there. but for now, be with someone who can give you everything i couldn't. 

-jack

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

stop 'cause you're losing me

crumpling up the paper you begin to cry. 

i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

giving up so much of yourself, you were absolutely exhausted. the beautiful relationship you once had is now behind you. 

you're losing me

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore

giving up the fight, you were at rest. 

[onginlove]

miles…?

pairing: 1610!miles x black!fem!reader

summary: you win some you lose some.

warning: mentions of death, death, angst, survivor’s guilt

a/n: this was another shower thought. i swear all the good ideas come when ur in the shower 🤷🏿‍♀️

masterlist | taking requests for 1610 miles

you and miles were best friends. you liked him but you never got the chance to tell him. now, you never will.

it started when you were called to help out on a mission at the spider society. you, miles, miguel, jessica, and gwen were all participating in the mission.

“there’s a anomaly in universe 2531B.” LYLA pointed at an orange dot on a screen in front of everyone, showing where the anomaly current location is.

“alright, let’s move it people.”

a orange hexagonal portal opened up and everyone went inside of it, ready to get business done.

“anyone has eyes on the anomaly?”

“i do.”

“sent us your location.”

“copy that.”

you starting swinging towards miles’ location to see a vulture flying in the air. this vulture didn’t look like the others, actually, he looks more advanced than the others.

you quickly got into action are tried to swing on top of him, only to be flung off. 

“please be careful y/n!”

“miles, don’t be stupid, im literally fighting a bad guy.”

you got back up and saw people also getting flung.

“we need a way to slow him down!”

“or maybe get him on the ground.”

you waiting till his back was turned and quickly shot a web to his wings, launching you on the back of the vulture.

“get offa me!”

you were tearing the vulture’s wings apart with sparks coming out of it. he was quickly taking out of the sky and onto the ground with you.

you whine in pain from the sudden impact and tried to get up.

you saw miles going towards you to try and get you up, only to see the vulture with something in his hand, a bomb.

“miles back away!”

the bomb went off, making everyone get launched back.

you had ringing in your ears, heard slight coughing, and almost went unconscious. you tried to get up but with all the pain you were dealing with you barely could.

after a few minutes, you were able to limp around to where you needed to go. you saw miguel trying to help jessica up and gwen getting back her consciousness, but you couldn’t find him.

you looked all around screaming his name but no response.

“miles?! miles can you hear me?!”

you finally saw him, laying on top of a pile of ruble with some on him. you quickly removed the ruble off of his and tried to sit him up with your arms.

“miles…?”

“hi y/n.”

“are, are you ok?” tears started to swell up in your eyes as you saw how badly wounded and injured he was.

your watch opened a screen that said “INCOMING CANON EVENT” but you didn’t even dare to look at it, for you were too busy trying to make sure miles was ok.

“it hurts.” was all that miles was able to say. you held onto him as tight as you can, not wanting to let go.

“im sorry.” 

his body was still, no breathing, no movement of any kind. the tears that was swelling up went down your cheek as you continued to cry more.

“miles..?” you choked as you saw his lifeless body in your hands. 

“i-“ you hiccuped as you tried to speak

“love you.” as the sobs continued, you placed his body down in the ruble gently, trying to see through the blurry vision.

you looked up to see miguel, jessica, and gwen surrounding you and the body. you didn’t care about them, you cared about him.

that’s how you ended up here, in a black dress surrounded by people close to him at his gravestone.

you knelt down infront of it and placed a flower.

“it should’ve been me.”

[cross-word]

Wrong person right time

Ethan Landry x male reader

Reader thinks Ethan doesn’t love him anymore his suspicion turned out to be true when reader goes to confront Ethan after getting stood up.

Word count: 550

You stood there watching as he talked to a girl from his class, his smile the same smile he used to give you before you two started dating.

You two never hide anything between each other, but recently you realized Ethan’s been hiding his phone from you more and more.

You watched as his smile fades when he turns towards you and he sees you. Your heart was breaking slowly; it felt like you were going to die.

“I think Ethan doesn’t love me anymore” you said to Tara sitting on her bed, she went silent after that “what do you mean he doesn’t love you anymore” she asked, looking at you bewildered.

“There’s this girl, in his Econ he looks at her like he used to with me” you said tear threatening to roll down. “His everything to me, what happens when he stops loving me and leaves me for her” you said holding her pillow tears going down your face.

“Ethan would never, you two just have to talk it through ok” she said patting your head.

But you two haven’t talked for days. He's been ignoring your text. Leaving you on, read he never did that.

You didn’t want to think he actually doesn’t love you anymore. So you asked him to go on a movie date. He loves movies but 10 minutes passed when he was supposed to show up then 20 then 30 and after an hour of standing in the lobby of the movie theatre you went home.

Tears rolled down your face, what happened, what made him stop loving you, what is something you did. You decided to confront him.

You stood at his door knocking on it. No response. You grab the spare key under the mat, you unlock it when your heart drops. You hear a moaning, girl moaning.

You’d think it was Chad but you knew he was hanging out with Tara today. You walked towards his door. Slamming it open you watched as the two of them panicked to get off each other. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You watched as the girl covered her body, the same girl.

You look to the left seeing Ethan putting his clothes on. “Holy shit Y/N im so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you” he said walking towards you, you take a step back.

You looked at his silent tears going down your face, “you should’ve just broken up with me” you said wiping your runny nose “I hate you” you said calmly walking out the apartment leaving, ethan to watch the door as it slams shut.

“Ethan, he's gone, come back to bed” the girl behind him said “no this was a mistake god, you were a mistake” he said grabbing a shirt and rushing out the door.

You had blurred vision walking to your apartment hearing his voice calling out for you. You started to run, you kept running when suddenly you were thrown into the ground by a car. You felt your head hit the ground hard.

You hear screams before passing out.

[specialstay]

[05:35am]

very angsty with some self-doubt, him being very distant

This feeling in your chest again. Burning with pain and somewhat with love. Love hidden underneath a layer of disgust, pain and confusion.

Disgusted at yourself for still plaing his game, listening to his cards and words who seemingly have no intentions in making you feel loved nor wanted at this moment.

Pain because a part of you still sees him as your loving boyfriend who once would never hurt you in any kind of way, who would hold the door for you in pouring rain and would always make sure that you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

Confusion for his actions and words he has said to your face, ignoring how much he hurts you and ignoring the tears that make your face shimmer in the moonlight.

You didnt know how to react in situations like these. A part of you knows that hes not really feeling this way when he says that you dont matter to him right now, when he says that he wants to be alone right now and when he says that he doesnt care about anyhthing right now.

Right now...

Those two words that you hated at this point in your relationship.

Because yes, right now you dont want the leftover chicken in the fridge but throwing it away would be stupid because you were already planning on eating it for luch, but not right now.

Has he no sense for the future?

"Im getting sick of this" you finally say after hours of silence in your shared apartment.

"Aha" was the only response you got and he didnt even look up from his phone, nothing new when he was mad.

"I did nothing to deserve this. I did nothing wrong and I'm very much able to look objectively on a situation and acknowledge a mistake of mine" you said a little louder but you never screamed. Anger wont help your situation and would only make it worse.

To no surprise you didnt get an answer which only made you angrier. But who can blame you?

"I only told you "good morning, " but apparently, that was enough to make you mad again, and im really running out of options and patience here! Tell me, what was it this time? Was my morning breath so bad? Was there not enough toilet paper in the bathroom today?" You couldn't help the sarcastic comment, but at least you never shouted at him.

His eyes showed pure annoyance, and he doesn't even have to look you in the eyes for you to see that. You were considered a lucky start if he looked you in the eyes when he was mad.

"I dont wanna talk" was a surprisingly long answer for his circumstances but not long enough for you to be satisfied. Angry you stood up from the couch were the both of you were just sitting on and went to the kitchen.

Maybe going to your moms house for a few days was a good option for now.

"You never wanna talk, it's eating me alive! I did nothing but the best for you the past few weeks, i was always silent when you were angry because of some bullshit and I'm always hoping for you to be you again! Im hoping that the old you comes back, the one i fell in love with" you said loud enough for him to hear in the living room, you knew exactly that he never looked up once since you left the room.

"The old me is gone! The "one you fell in love with" is fucking gone and he wont come back" he finally answered while you grab your keys and coat. "No he is not! He is just hidden beneath all that self hate of yours and has trouble coming back, trouble i cant help with!" You finally shout now and unlock the front door, your heart screaming to go back inside, hug and kiss him until you both find a solution and finally fall alseep in his arms like you used to.

But your brain is telling you to go outside that door, leave him here and potentially risk your relationship and leave all the good memories you both have behind, just like leaving him behind on that couch.

Would he even care?

Would he even care now that youre about to leave this appointment?

Care about you and your feelings?

[eyesxxyou]

You've known Hobie for a long time. You've known his two personas, the rocker and Spiderman. He told you about a multidimensional team called the Spider Society, and their leader Miguel. Hobie, your loving and tired boyfriend, told you about Miguel's findings. There was only supposed to be one Spiderperson, and they usually lost their uncle and their love interest.

Your hands trmbled in fear as you stared at the holes in your wrists.

And if there was a second Spiderperson? The first died.

You could hang from the ceiling by your hand, and didn't feel lightheaded when you hung upside down.

The job was forced upon the person; there was no opting out. Only a duty to protect New York City.

You could remember the day before, when you were at work. A spider had crawled up your hand and bit you. You yelped in pain, but the pain went away. And you didn't think about it when you got home and Hobie picked you up and cuddled you all night.

"No." You started to sob. Hobie was going to die, and it was your fault. "No, no, no-"

"Lovey, what's wrong?"

Hobie, really Spiderpunk, swung in through your apartment. He took off his mask, his brown eyes filled with worry. He walked over and used a thumb to wipe away your tears. "Tell me what's wrong, angel."

"I-" You couldn't even think. Not even talk. Your thoughts blared in your head, even Hobie talking became too much. You covered your ears, catching your hair in your palm. Hot tears rolled down your cheek.

"Dove-" Hobie stopped and froze when your hair looked like it was superglued to your hand. "Love, breathe. Calm down. I'm here. I'll always be here."

You took two calming breaths, relaxing your muscles just slightly. Your hair dropped from your open palm.

Hobie knew right then what happened. It happened to you too.

He kissed your forehead. "It's gonna be alright, dove. I won't let nothing happen to you. You hear me? Not to me, not to you, not to anyone." He gave you a small peck on your temple. "I'll keep you safe."

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XOXO, 💄

THE ANGST IM SCREAMING NOOOOO CURRENTLY RIPPING OUT MY HAIR

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coming out of horny jail to present u with … lando riding max while danny fingers lando’s pussy … danny calling lando a slut for begging for both of their dicks at the same time ….. and then sliding in alongside max from behind, tilting lando’s head back and kissing away his tears and swallowing his moans…. if someone does not write this im gonna go insane 😵‍💫

So uh. Hey anon.

Here you go. :)

PWP very horny Max/Daniel/transmasc Lando for you. ♡ some cw: use of AFAB terms, mention of top surgery scars and mention of bilateral tubal ligation/getting tubes tied.

First time writing a trans character so if there's anything i messed up here please please message me so i can edit accordingly!

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It's one thing to be wanted, Lando thinks, his mind going hazy. It's another thing to be wanted like this—

This, with his hands curling into Daniel's hair as he devours Lando's mouth; this, with Max's hands prying his thighs apart.

Lando's so wet he can feel himself leaking, can feel it drip down onto his perineum and coat the insides of his thighs. He's so wet that he has Max groaning it out loud, marveling there before Lando's screaming into Daniel's mouth, Max's tongue sliding firm and insistent on his clit.

He tries to breathe through it as Daniel's hands play with his nipples, the hard nub making him jolt with pleasure, the thinner skin of where his mastectomy scar casting a muted sensation before Max's tongue sliding into his cunt overwhelms him.

Lando loves summer break. He loves the hazy Spanish air that wafts through their open balcony doors. He loves the two men that touch him and kiss him like they're worshipping his body.

"He tastes so fucking good," Lando hears Max say, his voice raspy, before he puts his mouth back where Lando wants it.

"He always does," Daniel replies before turning his attention back to Lando, brushing a curl away from his forehead. "Don't you, baby? Always so sweet."

Lando knows it's a lie—he's tasted himself before, with the way Max loves to finger him and then force them into Lando's waiting mouth.

There's nothing sweet about him. Salty, almost bitter sometimes, but Max and Daniel never seem to mind. Sometimes it's almost like they compete to see who can make Lando come the most with just eating him out.

He winds his arm around Daniel's neck to kiss him again while he uses his other hand to keep Max's head where it is, gasping out now that Max has what feels like two fingers inside of him.

"Danny," he whispers when he pulls away for air. "Wanna—let me taste you."

Daniel always looks at him with soft eyes, and Lando knows that he's more than a little in love with him. The feeling is mutual.

"Anything you want," Daniel says before moving away to kneel beside Lando's head, his thighs splayed open, his hand keeping his dick steady before he feeds it into Lando's mouth, his tongue out.

This, Lando is good at. Has always been good at. He loves Daniel's cock, loves the feel of it, the shape of it, thick and just a little longer than average.

He keeps his eyes open, slanting his gaze to watch the way Daniel's pink, swollen mouth is suspended in an 'o' while Lando slides his tongue over the slit of his dick over and over again, mirroring exactly what Max is doing to his clit.

"Get him ready," Daniel manages to say, and without hesitation, he feels Max pull his fingers out of his pussy, and circle the ring of his asshole instead before pushing in slowly.

Lando's shout is dampened by the cock in his mouth but his body reacts regardless, his back arching off the bed, Max holding his thighs apart even though all Lando wants is to be filled up right now. His pussy clenches around Max's tongue, and his entrance around Max's fingers.

Daniel's hands are relentless, toying with his nipples, pinching hard enough that the pleasure borders on uncomfortable, but only just. He knows Lando's limits, knows how to work his body better almost as good as he knows how to drive the RB20.

Lando loses himself in all of it, sucking on Daniel while Max prepares him to take them both, desperate to come already. His thighs are so tense from every aborted orgasm, Max keeping him fully at bay.

He can't take it, can't wait anymore. He turns his head, Daniel's cock slipping from his mouth.

"Please, please, please, need you," Lando begs, pulling his right knee up to his chest while he tries to get Max to coax an orgasm out of him.

Max pulls away and Land would be disappointed if it weren't for the fact that Max is finally crawling up the bed to lie down next to him, his cock stiff and curving up to his belly.

"You can handle Daniel like that?" Max asks. As if there's even any doubt.

Lando doesn't respond with words, refuses to waste time anymore before he's turning in bed to throw his leg over Max, leaning in for a filthy kiss, tasting himself on Max's tongue before he's pushing up and rubbing his clit over Max's dick.

He feels himself get steadied with Daniel behind him, so Lando gets on his knees, straddling Max properly, before sinking down and feeling himself get filled up. It's almost like relief, being able to finally clench around him tight. He squeezes his walls for good measure, and Max's hand flies to his thigh before he throws his head back.

"Look at you, baby," Daniel says softly, his breath hot in Lando's ear, his hands cupping Lando's pecs, thumbs playing, gentle this time. "Such a perfect little slut for us, aren't you?"

"Only for you two," Lando huffs, his hips jolting when he feels Max's thumb press over his clit back and forth slowly.

Daniel's kiss on the back of his neck is almost chaste—so soft and at odds with the fact that he's rubbing the head of his cock on Lando's asshole, until finally—

"Fuck, yes, yes, fuck," Lando screams, when he feels Daniel slide in to the hilt.

He's completely full, and he feels euphoric, like his blood is laced with pleasure distilled now, and that's when Daniel moves, fucking into him relentlessly, the motion translating into him rocking back and forth while Max's cock makes his pussy throb with need.

Daniel takes control and he and Max are just along for the ride, the three of them losing themselves in a chorus of desperate expletives and the wet, primal sounds of bodies on bodies.

Lando falls back against Daniel's chest and he rests his head on Daniel's shoulder while Max continues his determined pressure on Lando's clit. They all move, Max fucking up into him while Daniel moans and bites into Lando's skin.

"Yeah? You like that? Have Maxy fuck a baby into you," Daniel says when Lando cries out at how good Max feels.

Max can't—neither of them can, he got his tubes tied when he got rid of his breasts—but it's still a fantasy the three of them like to pretend and play with. Lando's always loved being used and filled like this.

He feels them everywhere, feels his nerves come alive, and feels himself begin to crest over the apex of his own mounting pleasure, begging Max to not stop, to keep going, right there, right fucking there—

Lando sees stars when his orgasm hits him like a wave to his chest, his breathing erratic, his thighs quivering and tensing as he keeps coming, squeezing around the both of them and making them both lose their tempo, their hips now fallen out of sync, until finally Max is shouting as well, and Lando feels the wet, hot release trickle in disgusting squelches into his pussy that hasn't stop pulsating around him.

It's Daniel who comes last, his thrusting hard and sure and so fucking good while Lando stays safe and steady in his arms.

Lando comes so hard his hearing goes, the sound of their heavy breaths replaced by the ringing in his ears. He lurches forward slowly, and Max is there to catch him, lips on Lando's sweaty forehead almost immediately.

Daniel pulls out and Lando whines at the loss, at the way he's sure Daniel is looking, staring, really, as his and Max's come drip out of Lando.

"So good," Max whispers, his voice raspy now from all their shouting. "So perfect, baby."

Lando smiles into Max's skin, presses a kiss to the fat that layers over the tits that he adores.

He's almost asleep by the time he feels Daniel return with a wet cloth to clean all three of them up.