#shitting rolling on the floor doing the splits sobbing

[kalopsia1sblog]

“Pervert”

Fyodor x Fem! Reader

DOA kidnaps reader-masturbation, noncon voyuerism, Fyodor is possessive, literally don’t know what else to tag

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Fyodor sat at his computer watching as you were dragged kicking and screaming back to your room with it being the third time you tried to escape this week. He was disappointed in your refusal to give up and accept the new conditions you lived in; and it wasn’t like you didn’t live in splendor, as the Decay of Angels has given you only the best per you being his newest toy. He just couldn’t understand why you didn’t do as you were told. He let out a tortured sigh, continually in this cycle of wondering why you couldn’t just be content with your new life. Immediately after you were thrust back into your room and the door was locked, he watched in surprise as you smoothed down your hair and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Obviously he had cameras there too, because you couldn’t be trusted to be on your own. Watching you undress and step into the running water without realizing that you were being watched was so degrading that Fyodor felt disgusted with himself as he released himself from the confines of his pants, his dick springing free.

Grunting, he stroked himself roughly, watching as you washed yourself, taking away all the feeling from having been manhandled earlier, discarding all impurities. Fondling his tip that was beaded with precum, he was almost at his release when you were conditioning your hair. It was so perverted, so creepy what his actions were that as he cummed, the thick ropes of white spilling all over his hand, he got up and went to go wash himself off.

Angrily he muttered under his breath, “This filthiness goes against the will of God.” At the same time he said this, you walked out into the hallway, bumping into him. Confused, you looked up at him, but without a word he turned around and walked the other way. He could only assume with how distant he was towards you, that you assumed he had no wanting towards you the same way the other members of the DOA did.

Oh how wrong you were.

Later on, walking into the common area for the DOA to convene within the sky casino, Fyodor had taken a shower to rid himself of the vile sin he committed. However, seeing Nikolai entertain you with clownish tricks, and Sigma lay his head onto your shoulder, he was struck by a possessiveness that he didn’t know he had. Again, choosing to ignore you in light of this, he walked over to the window to ponder these new feelings. Continually hearing Nikolai and Sigma pepper you with attention and affection despite knowing how many times you had tried to escape from their hold was irritating; with their chosen ignorance of your actions. Sigma believed you were something to be cherished, and Nikolai decided that it was he who should break you through his insanity.

Fyodor held neither of these sentiments, though watching you run around to manipulate Sigma into letting you go, and dealing your life with Nikolai’s psychopathy was somewhat amusing, even though it seemed like you were forgetting who you belonged to.

He decided that it would be better for him to remind you.

Every now and then he would make small conversation with you, asking about music you enjoyed, and books he reccomended to you. From how you decided to start following him whenever he went out of the casino, the plot he hatched seemed to be working. Of course, he made sure you couldn’t escape while he was gone, locking all the passageways and exits. Then, one day when he was sure that you wouldn’t think much of him “forgetting” to lock one of the exits, he walked out and waited for your sure getaway.

Seeing you wander outside, looking triumphant, he watched as you dimwittedly jumped for joy. He almost felt bad when he stepped behind you and covered your hand with his mouth, restraining you.

“Dear, you didn’t think I would actually forget to conveniently keep an exit unlocked?” He sneered, your horrified expression bringing him unmatched pleasure.

“I…I thought you didn’t want me the same way those two do. I thought you would be alright with me going.” You quietly muttered.

Placatingly, Fyodor smiled and said, “I don’t need to want you the way they do. You’re already mine.”

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A/n: BSD new ep spoilers/JJK 236 CHP spoilers:

SO FYODOR IS FUCKING DEAD? Like I’m part of Dazai nation too woohoo let’s go but I didn’t want Fyodor to die he’s my hot little anemic Russian man and GOJO IS FUCKING DEAD TOO? LIKE IM STILL A GOJO GLAZER FOR LIFE BUT YALL WHY ARE ASAGIRI AND AKUTAMI KILLING OFF THE CHARACTERS I LIKE??

[buckyalpine]

18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"

“But I love riding his dick daddy” You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.

"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"

"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.

"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.

"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"

"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.

"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"

"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.

"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.

Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.

"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"

"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-

"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"

"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.

"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.

"Off to bed, Bambi"

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Post war/coma comic about Gai struggling with his recovery

Since tumblr hates long form comics, I have to split this into 2 bc its 36 images. This is the first part, part 2 i'll either do as a reblog or a separate post right after this, stay tuned! Links to support me in pinned post <3

tw: s*icidal thoughts, injury, a little blood

Bisuke: Gai's Back!

Gai: GRAAH!

Kks: Im home Gai: Welcome back Kks: [wheels rolling] Hey,

Kks: Ga-!? Gai: Im fine. The tile is cool on my face. Kks: Wanna go lay down in bed? Gai: I am so /sick/ of lying down. Kks: Ok. What do you want for supper?

Gai: You're not going to comment? Kks: I already know what happened. You overdid it again. I should be able to keep up with chores, kakashi. Kks: You can. Just don' bull through it all in one go. Do you want to end up in the hospital again? Gai: Please don't. Kks: I know sitting still is hard for you, and "too much" is in your DNA, but you have to take this slow so you don't exacerbate your injuries, Gai. You went from hyper-aware to pretending your body limits dont exist. Gai: Like you haven't done the same.

Gai: You've proved your point. Kks: It's not about that. And you've dragged me to bed and out of bed repeatedly when I needed it. You were burning alive from the inside. Tsunade told you your immune system is out of whack. You need to take it easy. /I/ know you're capable, but are you trying to prove to /yourself/ you are? Gai: You want me to admit my embarrassment? Kks: If something serioud happens, You'll be even more embarrassed then

Gai: How could you possibly know how I FEEL?! How could you EVER KNOW HOW I FEEL?! Kks: I DON'T! But I've /been/ the one ouking and sobbing on your bathroom floor because I couldn't take living anymore! And I don't want that for YOU!

Kks: I'm sorry, Gai. Gai: I'm sorry

Kks: I can't stand knowing you're in pain, and I can't get you help. If there was a way, I'd do anything. Gai: You do so much to help me already.... And I yelled at you Kks: I've screamed at you so much, that was pretty tame. I wish I was like you with things like this. Not great with what to say...... But I can listen.

Gai: I hate feeling so weak. I'm tired all the time, in constant pain, I can't even walk-..... I can tell tenten and the boys worry despite my efforts to appear positive. Kks: They're just not sure how to react. They know you hate being babied, but don't want to push you into hurting yourself. You hate being told you can't do something. They love you. You get stronger everyday, everyone is cheering you on.

Gai: I know it's irrational, but... I feel like you gave up the Hokage position to take care of me. Kks: Haa!? I'm grateful if anything. I'd be retired too if I could. That'd be amazing. I'm dreading just helping Tsunade but as long as you're by my side, I'll be fine. We're still equals, rivals, friends, partners

Gai: Even if I can't- Kks: /Always/ wil be, dickhead. Gai: You worry about me hurting myself? Kks: I know you think about it

Kks: We're the same in that regard Gai: I would never act on this, please believe me, these thoughts are rare........... Kks: It's ok, Gai. Gai: Sometimes I think i should have just died. I feel so out of place on the streets I used to feel so at home at. I never asked to live. I didn't plan to. I just don't know how to-...

Kks: I understand that. Though, dying didn't feel any better. Gai: I know I didn't fully pass like you did. I didn't see papa. Just for a moment, I wish I could have seen him.

Kks: As much as I'm sure he wants to see you again, It's too soon. Dai'd slap the shit out of you for wanting to waste your youth just to see him. Gai: [chuckle] probably. Kks: I have those thoughts less and less now, but they're still there. "why am I the one who survives?" "Burden" "Gai will come to his senses eventually"

Gai: FALSE!! None of my grief is with you! I love living here with you! My love for you only burns hotter each day! You're so lovely inside and out! Kks: Maa What did I do to deserve such praise from teh mouth of the hottest man in Konoha?? Gai: YOU STILL THINK I'M HOT?! Kks: YOU-! [CACKLE]

Kks: Your bad taste is the only reason I had a chance before someone snatched you up. Gai: The worst. Kks: Thought we'd irritate eachother, but it's been pretty smooth. Even though you still get played by the dogs. Gai: You really wanna throw those stones?

Gai: They play you just as easily. don't lie. Kks: My point is, whatever you need from me, you have it. No questions asked. Even if you yell and scream, i can take it. You held me together when I was unraveling, and I'll never forget it. Didn't trust anyone else to see me like that. Broken

Gai: I never saw you as that. Kks: I'll never see you as that

[kanmom51]

Jikook in bed - Part 3

Are you sure?! Episodes 4 and 5

Before we get started, a little reminder of parts 1 & 2.

Let me start by saying that the occurrences in this post directly follow the whole ramen convo saga.

After speaking ramen and showering (notice how I haven't added the word "separately" there?🤣 ), and spending some time together downstairs all cozy and everything, they both decide to go to bed.

Let's talk about the pre-sleep coziness for a sec before moving on.

Watching the SNTY choreo and talking about it. JM loving the choreo.

Nothing new here folks.

We also got to learn, once again, just how 'informed' they are of each other's business. That's a nice way of saying they know shit about each other even if we don't tell us they do. Like, JM knowing that JK hasn't slept since NY, including on the flight. And if we're on the sleep talk already then funny how JK didn't know his 'husband' 'is struggling with sleeping lately.

And then, as we got to learn throughout the show, the two, once again, make a joint decision to go to bed.

Enough of that.

Let's get to the juicy part of this post, why don't we?

We start it off the two entangled.

JK has zero issue with JM's feet basically in his face.

Well, he did say JM's toes are cute, so...

Do we notice how JK goes for JM's ankle?

Now holding on to JM's foot with both hands (his mobile in his left hand).

And then letting go.

Reminded me of this moment.

And this one too.

JM going for the hug and JK pulling his hand in.

And they stay like that.

We don't know for just how long.

Discussing sleeping together.

It's not about "are you sleeping with me here?" or "where are you sleeping?"

It's "don't hit my nose today... if you do I'll hit you too..."

No questions asked.

Just facts!!!

How long were they just laying like that, calm, intertwined, BEING?

And they clearly do fall asleep together both laying over the covers.

The editors making sure to let us know that the two were sleeping on that one bed.

That angle of the lone empty third bed. Was it really necessary?

But you'll say: JK moved at some point to the third bed. Yes he did. And why? He already fell asleep on the bed with JM.

There is a purposeful omitting of JK waking up and moving to the third bed. They cameras were rolling, and they clearly could have shown us what happened. Makes you wonder why they didn't show us.

My uneducated guess would be that he moved to the bed on the floor because he was cold at night, and didn't want to wake up JM (they fell asleep over the covers and getting under the cover might have woken JM up). We do see JK covered in the morning. A guess, no more.

That was night 1 of Jeju.

Night 2 is a little different. This time they automatically split into 2 beds. Question I ask is why? Were they told to? Did they think it was better that way?

Either way, we see how JK insists on taking the bed on the floor.

And no, that flimsy excuse of preferring the less soft bed doesn't stand with me. I'm going to go with JK not wanting JM to sleep on the floor. Where Tae was supposed to be sleeping, btw. Funny how that worked out...

And yes, they didn't share a bed for the night, but JM sure couldn't go without his morning cuddles.

Understandable.

Notice how we never see JM getting up? We have zero idea just how much time they lay on JK like that cuddling him. Sob sob. I'm going to go with it not being short lived, which is why they cut the footage.

Ok, so that basically wraps up the 4 nights. 2 in CT (the actual night they spent together in bed the whole night we got zero footage of) and 2 in Jeju.

But how can I end this post without JM's wake up alarm for JK? Waking up is still about bed, right?

When I first saw this I didn't get what was going on... and why JM thought it was so funny.

Well, until I saw this.

Those two...

🤣🤣

[untoldstar]

“Welcome back baby!”

yandere boyfriend x gn cheater! reader

MAJOR trigger warnings: murder, explicit scenes and descriptions of murder, explicit descriptions of blood, psychotic character, toxic dynamic, cheating, jealousy, trauma for the reader, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, stalking.

He glares at the wall in front of him is he lets out a puff of smoke, his face breaks into a scowl when a whine comes from underneath him igniting his anger further “You better fucking stay quiet if you don’t wanna piss me off further” he growls, his boot rubbing into the man’s bloodied cheek as he screams. What could only be assumed as a string of curses is muffled by the rag gagging his mouth. Jesse lifts his boot to stomp down on the man’s face, earning a pained scream, he leans down close to the man’s face “You really want me to take my anger out on you don’t you?” he whimpers, shaking his head violently. Jesse only lets out an amused huff and leans back against the couch

Your couch.

With his boot resting on the bloodied face of the man you cheated on him with.

It didn’t take him long to find out you’ve been having an affair. He knows everything about you which is exactly why he isn't only going insane at the fact you've allowed another man touch you but he's also frustrated with himself for not noticing sooner. He keeps an eye on you every second of the day, how had this slipped by him?

It doesn't matter. You did something very bad and you're about to be punished for it, starting with watching the man you've let touch you slowly get slaughtered.

Click.

The corner of his mouth lifts up

You're here.

He hears your footsteps halt when see him sitting in the dimly lit room.

"Jesse?" You haven't noticed the bloody whimpering mess on the floor yet. You slowly make your way around the couch on to stop dead in your tracks slapping your hands over your mouth.

"Hey baby. Welcome back" he grins at you all the while digging his boot harder into the mans face "What the fuck?! What the actual fuck have you done Jesse?" He ignores your clear distress and move his leg aside to bend down and grab the mans chin roughly, lifting his head up so you can see him more clearly "You recognize him?" fuck, of course you recognize him.

"Who's he to you huh?" Your breath shudders as you stare into the madness swirling behind his eyes, they're blood shot and there's dark circles underneath them, his jaw is clenches and his entire body is tense. He's a ticking bomb waiting for the final push to explode.

Your mouth dries and you can feel your heart bashing into your ribcage "He's..my friend." You lie with the calmest tone you can master at the moment and send out a quick silent prayer that he doesn't turn this night into a bloodbath. "BULLSHIT" he shouts bashing the mans head in the floor. You flinch and you feel like crying looking at the injured sobbing man on the floor and in a split second he's up and right in front of you "Don't you fucking dare look at him right now. You look at me only" You don't say anything as you hold his stare "Don't you understand? I know everything about you and one of the many things I know is that you've let this scum touch you." Your hands tremble as you try to stand your ground "You have no idea what you're talking about! Me and him are just friends and yet you have him tied up and bloodied on the floor you're fucking insane!" He steps closer until your chests are flush "I might be but that doesn't make what I'm saying less true." Your eyes gloss over "You have to stop Jesse." He chuckles darkly "You can deny it all you want I'm still gonna kill this asshole." the man on the floor thrashes and screams in protest "Fuck- fine it's true okay? just- just please stop..I'll do anything just don't hurt him." He laughs in disbelief and his eyes look more wilder than anything you've seen "Holy shit you actually care about this guy." he steps back and rolls the man on his back with his foot "This is what took you from me." the man lets out strings of muffled pleas "Jesse please.." he sighs and crouches down taking ahold if the mans jaw shaking his side to side as if inspecting him before roughly letting go. He nods "I want you to watch." your heart sinks "what?" It feels like your ears bleeding at the sharp sound of the knife he pulls out "I want you to keep your eyes on me baby ‘kay? don't take them off of me for one second." He straddles the man and your chest heaves "Jesse please please don't do this." the man looks at you, face red tears covering his entire face as he sobs and screams, he shakes his head and thrashes his body and you want to be swallowed up by the earth.

This can't be happening.

how do you fix this?

"Jesse please-" You're cut off by your own scream when Jesse plunges the knife into the mans chest. The room is filled with your screams and grotesque sounds of blood gurgling and the squelching sounds of the knife being pulled out only to be plunged back in.

Your legs give out and you fall to your knees.

It's your fault.

you cover your face unable to withstand the scene any longer.

He's dead because of you.

you did this.

and you watched as he died.

You don't hear Jesse over your own sobs "-baby" you lift your head to see him in front of you.

There's so much blood.

On the carpet.

Covering Jesse's hands. Streaking his face and clothes.

On the knife he used that's disregarded behind on the floor.

You feel bile rising up.

He cups your face with his bloodied hands staining your skin "Shh shh it's okay it's over now you did good. You watched. I know." He wipes the tears off your face but ends up making more of a mess "I love you baby. So much. Fuck- you have no idea how much"

You do. He killed for his love.

He presses a gentle kiss on your lips “I didn’t mean to get you dirty with his blood. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[medusavsviperz]

Here me out 😏. The workers at playtime co. Put the smiling critters into pairs to work with the kids for like team building or something. But Dogday is being a little too friendly with his partner and the player is like big mad and feels some punishment is in order and they decided to peg the ever loving crap out of Dogday until he is a moaning, begging mess 😘

Punishment.

warnings: smut, anal, bondage, submission

relationships: dogday x fem!reader

writing style: second person

genre: smut

"alright listen up! we are playing a game! can anyone guess what it is?" one of the workers announced, getting a rise out of the kids. hide and seek! fetch! rock, paper scissors! tug of war! the kids would scream. "correct! we are playing a game of... tug of war!! you will each be separated into teams, with two leaders!"

"the team leaders are... hoppy and bobby! kicken and picky! and finally, crafty and dogday! bubba will be keeping score. okay kids, pick your leaders!" unsurprisingly, most of the kids wanted dogday, but they had to split it up.

originally, you never had a problem with crafty. you knew she liked dogday, but honestly, who didnt? he was a very handsome boy after all. but there was one rule all of the critters knew. he was yours.

you stood in the corner with catnap, just watching the game. neither of you wanted to play. dogday and crafty were winning with a total of 10 points, one point being per game. crafty did none of the work, she just stood in front of dogday pretending to pull. every now and then her butt would accidentally touch his crotch. that royally pissed you off. but you tried to ignore it. your final straw was when dogday had the fucking nerve to hold her waist steady.

yea no. not today crafty.

she was eating it up, she loved his attention. especially if it was physical. you knew very well dogday only had eyes for you, but you can still be jealous. its natural after all. but after that little stunt he pulled you figured he deserved to be punished. it took you a bit to figure out what you were gonna do, but once you did, it was perfect.

you said your goodbyes to catnap, making sure dogday saw you hug all over him, and walked to your shared room. and waited.

and waited.

and waited.

finally, dogday walks into the room, tail wagging, and arms open ready to hug you. you put your hand on his chest as a way of saying "stop" and gave him a stern look. his tail stopped wagging immediately. "a-angel...whats wrong.. did i do something?"... "get on the floor you slut."

oh shit.

he gulped. and got on his knees on the floor. "p-please..what did i do..?" ..you ignored him and attached a leash to his collar. you walked over to "the box" and pulled out your orange strap on. "f-fuck angel what are you doing?" .. "what was that all about with craftyfuckingcorn?" you say sternly while attaching the strap-on around your black lace panties. "what are you talking about..?" ... "shit i dont know, maybe the fact that she was flirting with you and you didnt stop her?!" you lubed up the strap on, and scoffed at him. "b-baby i swear i dont like her like that.." he looked like he was about to cry. "trust me dogday. i know you dont. but im gonna give you a little reminder.."

"bend the fuck over."

he shuts his mouth and accepts his fate, removing his shorts and lifting his ass in the air. giving you a nice view of everything hes got. you land a smack on his ass and he yelps, shaking. you line up the dildo with his puffy hole, giving him no time to adjust before shoving it in. he whimper/yelps and tears start to roll down his face. "p-please" sob "ts too much.." ... "should have thought about that before you whored yourself out." you quicken your pace, one hand gripping his hip and the other pulling his tail. "god...please stop it hurts!" ... "shut the fuck up." your pace is ruthless, hitting his prostate over and over again until he is a whimpering begging mess in your hands. hes cum multiple times on the floor, but youll make him clean it up later. suddenly you flip him on his back, seeing his sopping wet face, and his needy cock bouncing with every pound you make. you grab the bottom of his thighs and hold them to his chest, hitting deeper. once you think he has learned his lesson, you slower your pace, giving him kisses on his chest up to his cheeks.

eventually, you pull out, tossing the strap-on to the side, and walking to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. you clean him up and wipe his tear stained face, before slowly jacking him off. he deserves it. "you did a good job. my good boy" he whimpers at the praise, shooting his last nut on his stomach. you clean that up, and lean him on the bed, which he gladly climbs on to. you cuddle with him and wait until he falls asleep, before snuggling up to his chest and scratching behind his ears.

such a good boy.

made by medusavsviperz

[gallusrostromegalus]

For the OC ask I'd like to ask: betrayal or midnight (whichever you want, or both if you have the time/ energy)

Midnight: What keeps them up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

--- It well past Midnight.

It was hard to tell in Las Noches, because the natural sun outside was just as dark as the sky, and the artificial sun Aizen installed under the dome never set. But the air was cooler, and marginally more humid.

Coyote Starrk was up, roaming the halls- he slept all day so Lilynette has the energy to play with their new friends. She liked to follow the older girls around, especially Ulquiorra's underlings, Cici and Vivi, and sometimes Charlotte, if the woman offered to play makeup with her.

Besides, it felt... normal to him, to roam at night. When things cooled off and quieted down and the other nocturnes came out to play. Hallibel, for one- Coyote wasn't actually sure when she slept, or if she did. The closest he'd ever seen is her folded in a corner somewhere, breathing deeply but as soon as he approached, she would open one eye and at least grunt her half of a conversation. Ulquiorra was usually out on the roof somewhere and he made for decent if somewhat gloomy stargazing company. Grimmjow was often stalking the lower levels, Aaroniero/Arruruerie emerged from their shadowy sanctuary to scuttle about the kitchen, and Szaylel kept not so much irregular as outright chaotic hours.

He was in the outer halls that go around the dome, artificial sunlight streaming in one side, silvery moonlight in the other, and all the noises of the night echoing between them. It wasn't actually being sociable, per se, but it soothed the lonliness to hear everyone about or not.

"AAAAOOUGH!!"

Mostly.

Coyote sighed, rolling his eyes and sped up to meet the howling.

"HAAAUGH! AAAAUG!" Wonderweiss cried, scrabbling awkwardly up a set of stairs and bouncing off the walls as he sprinted for Coyote, eyes wide and terrified.

"Hey, hey, calm d-OOF!" Coyote tried to soothe as the small hollow slammed into his middle, bawling. "OW! Dammit Kid! What's the big idea, howling like it's the full moon out- Oh. Fuck."

Weiss was sobbing, paler than usual, and going a bit funny at the edges. It happened sometimes when he was particularly upset- a third eye sprouting in the middle of his forehead, too many fingers on his hands, and two extra mouths splitting open on the sides of his throat- the ears had gone long and floppy again too.

"Okay, okay, take it easy-" Coyote kept his voice low, hands on the boy's shoulders, trying to calm him down. "-What's wrong, eh?"

"HOUSA! HOUSA ICK!" Weiss yelped, scrambling to his feet and trying to pull Coyote after him.

"Yeah, I don't know what Housa is- Alright, show me." Coyote sighed, getting up and allowing himself to be pulled along. Inarticulate as the boy was, he wasn't stupid, or prone to hysteria. The last time he'd had a howling fit like this, one of Szaylel's creations had gotten loose in the Menos Pits and grown to a nearly unmanageable scale in under and hour.

Weiss dragged him down the stairs and along one of the other external hallways, then deeper into the city, past the hall where Aizen held his interminable meetings-

"HOUSA! HOUSA!" Weiss called as they skidded down a little dogleg hall where one of the Shinigami lords was housed-

"Weiss!" Coyote hissed. "You're going to wake Tousen!"

"YAH! HOUSA!!" Weiss nodded, yanking open the door to the Shinigami's room and running in.

"Shit! I- I'm sorry sir, Weiss was worried about- Oh. Oh, fuck." Coyote realized with horror.

Tousen's room was a small, spare place- little more than a narrow bed, wash basin and desk before the heavily-barred windows. Coyote had never seen the inside of it before, but the pale strips of moonlight through the bars made Coyote realize Tousen wasn't here by choice.

The man himself was sitting on the floor, back against the wall next to the washbasin, the scent of vomit still fresh in the room. He looked awful; gaunt, and the wrong color- almost a dull gray rather than the warm brown when Coyote had first met him. His eyes were closed tightly, he was panting heavily, gripping his abdomen, and not responding to Weiss's calls and shaking his arm.

"Shit." Coyote hissed, kneeling beside the Shinigami- he was sweating and very hot to the touch, but moaned faintly. "Weiss- Weiss! Listen, I need you to find- fuck, um- Find me Paramia or Rudborne, okay? One of them might know what to do."

Weiss whimpered, looking between Coyote and Tousen.

"Go! I'll take care of him, okay?" Coyote urged, and with a final worried look at the shinigami, Weiss sprinted off.

"...Because I definitely know how to do that." Coyote sighed, looking down at the man. "Uh, um. Pulse? He should have one of those, right? Hey, um, Lord Tousen? I'm just gonna. Grab your throat. Yeah that's totally nonthreatening..." He muttered, looking around the room and finding his Zanpakuto on the bed.

Instead of biting him like Coyote would have done if someone had started poking his throat while he was barely conscious, Tousen instead rolled his head weakly in Coyote's direction, pale eyes cracked open.

"...Sssjn?" Tousen mumbled.

"What?" Coyote blinked. "Um, oh, there's your pulse... Yeah, I- I don't think it's supposed to be doing that." Coyote winced, the human's pulse not so much beating as rapidly vibrating under his fingers.

"...Sajin?" He asked again, reaching up for Coyote's face with a shaking hand. "Sajin? Is that you?"

"Who?" Coyote blinked. "Tousen? Can you hear me? What's wrong with you? Something you ate?"

"Sajin, I- I'm so sorry...." He wheezed, voice weak, hand dropping away before he could reach Coyote's face. "I- I need to get you up. Find a doctor- Do we have a doctor? Paramia knows how to do a good stitch-up, but... Fuck. Alright, come on, on your feet-" Coyote grunted, pulling Tousen's arm over his shoulder.

"AUGH!" Tousen shrieked with pain as he was pulled up. "Please! Please, don't- just let me be..."

"No way, you're the only guy here with half a brain and I'd really like to live through this whole war with the shinigami thing so I'm really countin' on you to pull through-" Coyote explained, getting one arm under Tousen's shoulders and pulling him away from the wall-

-there was an unpleasantly wet peeling sound as he stood.

Coyote looked over the shoulder of the man slumped against him to see a bright stripe of blood running down the man's spine and against the wall he'd been propped against.

"I'm so, so sorry..." Tousen whimpered. "I never- I never meant to hurt you..."

"Hurt ME? What the hell, you couldn't hurt a mouse like this, nevermind me!" Coyote yelped, scooping the small man into his arms and then nearly dropping him as he over-corrected. Tousen was much lighter than he should be.

LILYNETTE!! Coyote howled over their bond. WAKE THE FUCK UP!ITS AN EMERGENCY!

WHAT?! She snarled back as Coyote sprinted out of the little cell of a room, looking for someone, anyone-

Tousen's on death's door, we need to find a- a doctor, someone! He panted, searching the halls.

Do we even HAVE a doctor? Lilynette wondered back.

That's what I wanted to know! He grumbled, sprinting up the stairs toward the meeting room.

WHY WOULD I KNOW? WE SHARE A BRAIN, MORON!! she cried back. Fuck, Uh- Not Szaylel- I dunno, Charlotte? She knows a lot about skincare and diets?

Yeah, we're a bit past skincare- look, I told Weiss to go find Paramia, go help him? Coyote skidded into the meeting room to find the light on down the hall in the throne room. He turned the corner to find a tall figure walking towards there as well.

"Ulquiorra's back with the girl Lord Aizen wanted." Hallibel muttered through her mask and high collar. "...Humans aren't supposed to be gray, right?" She frowned down at Tousen.

"No they're not!" Coyote grinned up at her. "Please tell me I've slept through a staff meeting and that we've got an actual doctor, not just a mad scientist and a stitch witch?"

"Oh? What seems to be the matter with- oh. That's. Bad." Szaylelapporo oozed over, then grimaced at the man. "Well, get him on the table, I'll see what I can do-"

"Not you! A REAL Doctor!" Coyote spat, jerking away from him.

"EXCUSE ME?" The mad scientist squawked, aghast.

"Welcome, Miss Inoue-" Aizen's voice rippled down the hall from the throne room. Tousen whimpered, curling into Coyote's chest, shaking. Fuck, if Aizen locked him in that cell of a room, he could have poisoned him too-

"-to my kingdom of- What the hell are you wearing?" Aizen sputtered.

"Yes!" an unfamiliar voice replied.

"Oh, come on, how often do we get a chance to dissect- I mean- surgically assist a Shinigami?" Szaylel pouted, reaching for the shivering man.

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"Mr. Cifer didn't give me a lot of details about the conditions here, so I tried to prepare for every eventuality I could!" Chirped the small mountain of clothes and camping gear that apparently contained Orihime Inoue.

"I- well. If one cannot be forewarned, one should be forearmed, I suppose..." Aizen muttered, thrown completely off script. "But as I was saying, please allow me to extend the full hospitality of Las-"

There was a brief flicker of bright light and sharp withdrawal of reiatsu in the hall behind him.

"That better not be a cero-" Aizen frowned.

BLAM!

"My dick!" Wailed Szaylel from some distance away, having been blown through several walls as well as castrated.

"Quitcher bitchin', it'll grow back!" Snarled Coyote.

Aizen closed his eyes, rubbing his temples with his middle and ring fingers, struggling to maintain some composure. "What are you doing Mr. Starrk?" He snarled, turning on his heel to confront the First Espada and instead walking face-first into the spectacular underboob cleavage of the Third.

"Are you the Kurosaki kid's medic?" Hallibel called, unperturbed by the fact she was lightly smothering her commander.

"Uhh... I mean I'm trained in first aid and I'm pretty good at healing?" Miss Inoue muttered as Aizen extracted himself from Hallibel's bosom.

"What the hell is going on?" Aizen hissed up at her.

"Great! Lord Tousen's dying." Hallibel explained to Miss Inoue, before looking down at Aizen. "Also, Lord Tousen's dying." She said pointing down the smoking hall where Starrk was emerging with a weak and pallid Tousen in his arms.

"Oh, come on Kaname, pull yourself togeth- oh." Aizen recoiled at the sight of his compatriot, and the way his spine had bled all down the front of Starrk's uniform. "Miss Inoue? Your skills are requi-" He spoke up only for the girl to brush past him without so much as a sideways glance, shed of her excess garmentry.

"Mr. Tousen?" She asked, eyes wide and already on the verge of tears. "Can you hear me?"

"I-Inoue?" he groaned, turning his ear towards her. "Where? Where's Sajin..?"

"He's fine, but you're not. Can you tell me what's wrong?" She said, taking his wrist and touching his face.

"S-stomachache. Started... I- I don't know. Can't sleep." he mumbled, head dropping back onto Coyote's chest.

"He- he also threw up, his whole back is bleedin' and he keeps apologizing to this Sajin guy?" Coyote added.

"When was the last time you ate or drank anything?" She said, pinching the skin on the back of his hand and grimacing.

"I- I don't know. Not for a while. Not... not worth it." he muttered, listless.

"Is the stomachache concentrated anywhere? and is it more like nausea or pain?" She asked.

"P-pain. Very painful." He hissed. "It's- lower right side."

Miss Inoue inhaled slowly, jaw set. "Is it better or worse if you put pressure on it?"

"Hurts- hurts if I take pressure off it?" He whimpered. "I- I can't- Where's Sajin? He, he was just here-"

"Well, Miss Inoue?" Aizen asked, strolling up and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Care to prove your worth?"

The girl was completely still and silent for a moment. Fear? Or some sort of delayed reaction? Aizen watched her for a moment, the girl's face expressionless.

"I need a sterile room, surgical equipment- scalpels, sponges, gloves sutures, the works- and the means to sanitize it, and at least two people to hold him still." she said, voice flat.

"Surgical equipment?" Aizen scoffed. "You misunderstand- I want to see what the Shun Shun Rikka is capable of."

"It's capable of restoring a hell of a lot when it comes to traumatic injury and blood loss but it doesn't work on infections or organ failure, so if you want Mr. Tousen to live through the night, you'll have to settle for my capacity as Surgeon." She said, voice quiet and clipped. "Sterile room, Surgical equipment, sanitary gear, assistants, please, before his condition gets worse."

"...What condition?" Aizen puzzled, and she sighed with exasperation.

"You! White hair and horn! Find me a room that is or can be rendered sterile!" She barked, pointing over Coyote's shoulder.

"What? Who died and made you queen?" Lilynette yelped.

"DO IT!" Coyote barked.

"Fuck! Okay!" She flinched. "There's- uh, Paramia's office. She's got most of the stuff you were yelling about. I think."

"Good. Mr. Starrk, right? Do you know where that is?" She said, gray eyes snapping up to the Primera Espada's own, and he actually startled a bit.

"Uh- yes, and yes?" he muttered, arching his neck away from her.

"Take Mr. Tousen there ASAP, get him on a bed and if there's any means of restraining him, I need him lying on his left side, everything on his right side from his hip-bone to the middle of his ribcage exposed. Understand?" She said, gesturing to Tousen's side.

"Uh, yeah, Yes, I'll go-" Stark muttered, backing up a few steps and vanishing in a burst of Sondido.

"Maybe I didn't make myself cle-" Aizen started with Orihime spun out of his grip and turned to face the rest of the throne room.

"Mr. Cifer! I presume you know where the kitchens are! I need drinkable water, any electrolyte beverages you have or failing that, anything with a decent amount of salt in it, and anything with caffeine."

"I don't take orders from you." he growled.

Miss Inoue stopped from where she'd been turning to Hallibel and glared back at Ulqiorra. "You said that if I followed you through that portal, I'd be joining Aizen's cause, body and soul."

"What?" Aizen mouthed at Ulquiorra behind her.

"Yes? And?" Ulquiorra agreed, glaring back.

"Mr. Aizen, may I then act in an emergency capacity under your authority for the purposes of keeping a member of this organization alive?" She asked, rounding on him.

What had been sad, soft gray eyes in Ulquiorra's recollection of events had darkened into the color of an oncoming stormed and sharpened around the edges in a way that reminded Aizen uncomfortably of how Unohana's disapproval could feel like a knife at his throat.

"...You have hidden depths, Miss Inoue." he smirked, pretending to be at ease if he couldn't pretend to be in control. "-And since you're being such a good team player, I will happily grant you temporary authority to see to Kaname's welfare."

"Thank you sir." She bowed her head. "Cifer! Kitchen!"

Ulquiorra sputtered for a moment and then skulked off.

"...This good favor of mine is entirely dependent on Kaname's survival and recovery, of course." He said, leaning down into her personal space, lips almost at her ear.

"Of course, Mr. Aizen. I would consider failure to save Mr. Tousen just cause for suicide as it is." she said, and then failed to elaborate as she turned to Hallibel. "Ma'am with the blonde hair! What's your name?"

"...Hallibel." She said, slowly cocking her head at the girl

"Thank you Miss Hallibel." Inoue bowed. "Do you have a good grip, and can you stand the sight of blood?"

"...Yes?" Hallibel puzzled.

"Please escort me to Mr. Starrk, I'll need your help." Inoue asked, pointing down the smoking hallway.

"Miss Inoue, what cond-" Aizen started to ask again, but the girl was gone in a blur as Hallibel promptly carried out her orders and followed Starrk's sondido with her own. "-ition are you talking about?"

"Fever? Vomiting? Severe pain in lower right abdomen? C'mon boss, even you know what's up!" Laughed Gin.

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"So... have you ever done a surgery before?" Hallibel asked when they stopped at the door in front of Paramia's room.

"Ugh-" Orihime staggered for a moment, disoriented. "What? Oh, no- I've seen this one done before. Well, a video of it." She winced.

"Oh." Hallibel muttered. "Well. I've never seen a video of anything, so I guess you're qualified." She shrugged, opening the door.

"Miss Inoue?" a soft voice asked inside. "I'm Roka Paramia, I act as Medic here." She was a small, almost human-looking hollow with half her face covered by a humanlike skull, almost like the phantom of the opera. She also wore a green, cable-knit sweater, which was strange because it had to be at least eighty degrees in here.

"Oh thank god!" Sighed Orihime. "Have you ever done surgery before?"

"No!" Smiled Paramia. "I look forward to learning the process."

"Cool, I'm promoting you to Assistant Surgeon. Can you get the relevant tools out and sanitized?" Orihime nodded.

"I have already done so, as well as secured Lord Tousen to the operating table!" Paramia smiled, gesturing inside to where the shinigami had been strapped down to the stainless steel table. A small, childlike hollow curled up and whimpering beside him. Behind them, Starrk and Lilynette were standing awkwardly, unsure of what to do. There was a quiet sob from the table, and Orihime stepped into the room.

"Hey- I met you down at the river yesterday! Weiss, right?" Orihime asked, touching the boy's shoulder. He looked up at her, large purple eyes blinking slowly in recognition.

"Ohhimay?" he tried.

"That's right! I'm Orihime!" She smiled, patting his head.

"Augh!" Weiss sobbed, grabbing her shoulder and pointing to Tousen.

"OW! Easy, I'm not very strong- Thanks." She winced and Weiss relaxed his grip. "It'll be okay, I promise. I'm going to make Mr. Tousen better, but it's going to really, really suck for a bit but then he'll be all better, I promise!" She soothed, brushing a thick lock of blonde hair away from his face.

Weiss mumbled, looking between her and tousen for a moment.

"It's okay Weiss. I'll be alright." Tousen spoke up, voice little more than whimper. "Can you go guard the hall for me?"

"...kay." Weiss mumbled, shuffling off the table and out the door, crouching beside it, still peering back into the room.

"Thank you. And I'm really sorry for what's about to happen." Orihime bowed, hands holding Tousen's. He grimaced, but nodded and squeezed her hand in acknowledgement.

Orihime looked back at Paramia."What do you have by way of painkillers?"

"Oh, we don't believe in those here!" Paramia smiled.

Orihime blinked at her a few times, and decided to think laterally. "...What do you have in terms of alcoholic beverages or other recreational drugs here?"

"Oh! There's Tequila in the commissary!" Paramia nodded with excitement.

"Nnoitra's got Ketamine." Said Hallibel.

"He has WHAT?" Yelped Starrk.

"Ketamine. Yylfordt snitches it out of Szaylel's lab and they get high on the roof when Aizen's away." Hallibel shrugged.

"Ketamine would be very helpful, actually!" Orihime chirped, slightly manic. "Alright, Miss Lilynette? Go help Ulquiorra in the kitchen-"

"UUUUUGH." Groaned Lilynette.

"I know, he's a jerk." Orihime waved. "But he's also stupid, and probably forgot what I sent him for already."

Lilynette snorted with laughter and Orihime smirked. "I'll write you a list, make sure he comes back with everything, okay?"

"Yeah, I can babysit batboy." Lilynette giggled.

"Miss Hallibel? Do you think you can persuade... I'm sorry, I didn't catch their names-" Orihime waved.

"Yeah I can shake down Nnoitra for his stash." Hallibel nodded.

"Great! You both go do that and come back ASAP while we scrub up?" Orihime asked, giving them each a thumbs up, and the responded in kind before vanishing out the door.

"I must say, I'm very impressed with your capability for organization and command!" Paramia beamed as the two medics washed up and Coyote tried to figure out the best way to keep Tousen pinned to the table. "There was some discussion between Lord Aizen and Lord Ichimaru of abducting someone from soul society to fill in the role of chief medic, but I think you're the superior option so far."

"...Who were they going to take from Soul Society?" Orihime frowned.

"Oh... I can't remember her name. Lady Usagi or something?"

"LADY UNOHANA??" Orihime shouted.

"Yes! Lord Ichimaru suggested that abducting Lady Unohana would be more tactically sound, but Aizen dismissed the idea rather quickly- I'm sorry, have I said something humorous?" Paramia asked as Orihime crumpled to the floor laughing, and there was an amused wheeze from Tousen.

"We'd all be better off if Aizen had attempted to abduct Lady Unohana." Tousen laughed darkly.

"Yeah!" Orihime didn't so much grin as bare her teeth at the absurdity of her circumstances. "She would have reduced them both to bright red streaks on the wall and I wouldn't be here doing an unanesthetized appendectomy at one in the goddamn morning!"

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Be strong like you should've been.

Summary: You're grieving already and you almost lose Joel. You're not gonna let that happen.

A/N: if I can be bothered and people care enough I might make this into a multiple part slowburn thing

Joel Miller x f!reader, platonic!Ellie Williams x f!reader

Word count: 2009

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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Frankly it was embarrassing.

Embarrassing when you would be walking through the forest, Ellie's puns from that dumb book becoming muffled as your thoughts clouded your mind once more, and the two of them noticed you were crying before you did, the realisation making you quickly wipe away the tears you pretended didn't even spill.

Embarrassing when you bolted upright from your sleep in the early hours of the morning, panting heavily and feeling the dried tears on your face as you saw her staring at you awkwardly, averting her gaze as soon as yours met it and staring into her can of food. You didn't miss the feeling of his gaze burning holes through you either.

Embarrassing now as you sat before Joel, fumbling for a med-kit or anything of use in your bag.

"Shit!" You cursed as the latch on the box came undone by itself, causing the roll of gauze to unfurl across the floor.

Ellie was scrambling to help get it back together as he groaned in pain, fingers digging into his palms.

"I'm so sorry, fuck, okay it's gonna hurt. I'm sorry." Your voice quivered at the end of the sentence as you choked on a sob, willing the tears away as they gathered at your waterline.

"You gotta hurry up!" Ellie said in a panicked voice, hands already reaching for your pistol as you tried your best to tend to Joel's wound. It wasn't anything detrimental, but they got him in the leg with a bullet and thats why he was currently on the floor, feeling useless since he genuinely couldn't move or get you both away from the danger.

"No, Ellie listen! Just give me that. You stay here, okay? I'm gonna get them away and then you-"

"Absolutely fucking not." He gritted, already reaching for his rifle.

"Joel, you can't move. I need to get them away." You argued, handing Ellie the supplies as you got up. He couldn't really stop you now and you all knew it.

She nodded slowly at your instructions, feeling a little weird since she was going against Joel's order by doing so, but taking the med-kit anyway and accepting your pistol as you told her it was 'strictly for an emergency' and to 'just focus on getting out of here'.

You waited until the pair had safely made some distance before you left the barricaded room, sneaking outside the other way as you hid behind a crate. The gunfire had quietened down when the raiders lost you, so you figured the best way to go about this was to kill them as quietly as possible.

You listened out for their voices and footsteps and crept up behind your first victim, jumping up and clasping a hand over his mouth before driving the blade into his neck, laying him on the ground and quickly moving on.

You did the same with three more, until you got to the fourth one. You had just stabbed him and you were holding him up until he died when another one of the men came behind you, foolishly stepping on a bottle and giving you just a split-second extra of time to evade his attack. You quickly moved to the side and dropped the man, leaving him to choke and gasp on the floor as you reached for your gun, firing it rapidly at the man across from you. He fell to the floor as you heard the shouts of at least a dozen other men once they'd heard the gunshots. So much for being quiet.

You darted out the door, running across the outside of the building and quickly looking around for Joel or Ellie, seeing neither of them. Good, you thought. That means they got away.

After ensuring they were safe and far enough from the building, you made a break for the forest nearby, praying that that was where they went. It would be the most logical decision, as Joel couldn't get much further fast enough.

You fired blindly at this point, just wanting to hit anything to slow your attackers down, barely even stopping when you got to the forest until you noticed a marking on a tree. It was a little design that Ellie noticed on a patch on your backpack one day, asking you about it. It was something from before the Outbreak even, an old design on it which lead to a long enthusiastic conversation about life before the world ended. She had remembered it and wanted you to be able to tell they were nearby without anyone else knowing. Smart girl.

You concealed yourself behind a few trees as you waited for the sounds to dissipate, reloading your ammo and wiping your knife.

It must've been almost 2 hours before you finally got back to them, immediately going back to worrying over Joel, and Ellie now too.

"Did you get hurt when I was gone? Did you stop the bleeding? I should've told you to clean the wound too, did you do that? Fuck." Words spilled out of your mouth as you frantically checked the two of them for injuries, until you felt Ellie's hand on your shoulder.

"It's fine. We're fine. I stopped him bleeding and neither of us got hurt. Chill out, man." She chuckled slightly at the end as you finally calmed down.

"I'm so sorry." You sighed, standing up and going to get some food out of your bag.

"If he can't move, then we'll have to stay here for the night. Can't say it'll be very safe, but I'll stay up and keep watch, okay?"

"I can walk fine." He countered, getting up with a heavy groan of difficulty before leaning against the tree.

"You sure about that old man?" Ellie teased, finding his struggle kind of amusing now that you were all out of danger and okay.

He gave her a look before turning to you.

"C'mon, gimme that." Joel reached for his bag, making you swiftly pull it away from him.

"Absolutely. Not. It's gonna make you even slower, and if you want to move we have to do it quick." You said, gesturing to the sun which was already making its descent to below the horizon.

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After that you got quiet. The three of you found an empty house which you barricaded before giving Ellie and Joel some food before she went up to bed and it was just the two of you in the living room.

"Y' should eat somethin'." He muttered, breaking the silence which had enveloped you after Ellie left.

"And you should get some rest." You argued, your back to him as you stared through the window, hands ready on your gun to shoot at anything you didn't like the look of.

You had been too weak lately. You let it get the better of you, and you got distracted. Now you were paying the price. She would've been disappointed in you.

You had lost your older sister almost 2 months ago now, and it still hurt just as bad as it did on the day. It was right before you left the QZ when you had snuck out with her to go watch the snow by your lake, wanting to enjoy it without the sound of gunfire and the bothersome guards on your ass every 5 minutes when you were outside and not doing something useful.

She had taken you there spontaneously, normally you would have planned a little better for this trip but neither of you expected it to snow so beautifully and she really wanted to take you.

But it was truly amazing, and definitely worth the risk, you concluded. The lake was still slightly frosted over as January was just coming to its end, tree branches and bushes had dustings of snow adorning them, and you both had a lot of fun building snowmen and making snow angels that night.

On your way back, you had to go through an old town which you had cleared last month.

It wasn't clear anymore.

One second you were creeping through a house and the next rotten teeth were sinking into her flesh as you watched in pure horror. Horror which quickly turned to rage as you raised your gun and shot the clicker once, twice, three, and four times in the head, watching it twitch before crumpling on the floor.

She had forced you to kill her so she wouldn't end up like that.

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You shook your head, shuddering at the memory before getting up and walking over to him.

"Let me check it." You told him before slowly pulling up his left pant leg and undressing the wound. Ellie had clearly done her best at patching him up, but it needed to be fixed up a little.

You worked quietly as he watched, tying the final bit of gauze and cutting off the excess before standing up again. You looked down at him.

It had been too close. Too fucking close. He literally fell whilst you were running away and you had to pick him up again, dragging him to the nearby room whilst shooting at the hunters. Blood poured out of his leg and you thought he was really going to die. You fucking blinked and he was on the brink of death. Just like she was.

"What's up with you lately?" He asked, having noticed the clear change in your attitude. You had known him before this whole adventure began, having done deals with him a few times and him having known your sister too. He didn't actually know she was dead though, having asked where she was when you turned up at his place one day and all you responded was that she had to leave for something, leaving it at that.

Then Ellie came along and you set off for the Fireflies, almost halfway through your journey now.

"I'm fine. You should honestly get some rest Joel."

"You're not fine." He said, grunting as he got up and walked over to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You can talk t' me. I don't know if you're scared or what, but don't be. 'm here for ya." He assured you. He wasn't great at this whole comforting people thing, but he'd try for your sake.

"Cassie, she-" you began after a brief pause and he immediately tensed. Of course he sensed something was wrong all those weeks ago when you turned up without her, it wasn't like you to go anywhere alone but there you were, alone at his door.

"She's gone, Joel." Your voice cracked again as you finally let yourself cry, your entire body shaking with sobs as he turned you round and pulled you tight into him, rubbing your back soothingly and shushing you.

"Oh, sweetheart.." He didn't know what to say. You and Cassie were as close as sisters could be, he knew that. He knew how much you loved eachother and how you had stayed so strong these past 8 weeks amazed him.

"I'm sorry." You choked out. "I should've been faster earlier, I- I let you down."

"Shh, you didn't. You were so amazing out there. Don't say that." He said softly, moving back slightly from you and brushing your tears away with his thumbs. "You did the best you could, and that was enough. You didn't do anything wrong sweetheart, okay?"

You nodded slightly, gaze moving to the floor before he tilted your head upwards and looked at you.

"You should really go to sleep." You mumbled.

"I'll stay up with you." He offered.

"It's not gonna do us any good if both of us are tired tomorrow."

Joel sat back down on the couch with that. "Well I'm gonna stay up until you fall asleep, 'cause I know you will." He teased, making you let out a watery laugh before wiping your face again.

"Okay, I'm gonna go clean my face then."

"I'll be waitin'." He responded as you walked up the staircase.

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Thank you SM for reading, I hope you liked it! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

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At cane’s length

this song owns my heart, and i’ve been thinking about writing something with soft dom vibes for a while sooo. here you go.

cw: viktor x reader, smut, viktor is an unbearable tease, gn reader, gn pronouns for reader

word count: 2k~

art cr: @arcanescribbles. my inspiration for this fic, actually.

*standard ‘eng is not my first language so please don’t be mean to me’ bullshit i put before posting every single one of my fics*

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Viktor is handsome in a cruel way. In an untouchable, ‘tease all the remaining sanity of you’ one, to be precise.

Cruel.

That short, plain word spins on your tongue, threatening to roll off it any second. You audibly gulp, desperately trying to swallow the harsh adjective, and the longing flows down your throat, leaving you breathless — almost too turned on to think straight whatsoever.

You can’t call him that. Even though he’s not exactly opposed to the idea of being relentlessly cussed out by you. It’s the consequences of your boldness that attract him: after all, he gets to watch you all tied up and needy, doe-eyed as you desperately ask to be touched… And then wide-eyed as you switch to being utterly unfiltered and vulgar, trying anything and everything to make him fuck you tonight. Spending the whatever’s left of your wits on those incoherent mumble-like sentences, pleading mewls mixed with the sounds of your knees scraping on the floor from all the squirming you do. Completely and utterly adorable in this state of raw desire, and it figuratively makes your brain slip out of your ear, replaces it with debauched thoughts, with inability to feel anything except for the lust — so intense, that it’s almost painful.

The ingenious, irritatingly smug man or, as you so kindly dubbed him, ‘kinky bastard’ is seated above you, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, legs spread in this tauntingly inviting manner — testing your limits, mocking you deliberately. He knows that you crave to be between those legs, struggling to fit the aching swell of his cock into your mouth, to let it stretch your slick, heavenly warm throat — or even to be split in twain, fucked over his desk like the horny mess you are — desperate, sobbing, charming in the tantrums you throw just for him, begging to be taken care of. Well, not only begging, to be frank. It’s a full-fledged demanding now, which, decidedly, did flatter Viktor, but being a brat never works on him. You have to be good to obtain his mercy. Negotiating, perhaps. Even when your sanity is gone, even when the only thing you can think of is choking on his dick. Those are the unspoken rules of earning Viktor’s touch — the sweet in its unattainability treasure. And you’ve learned it the hard way.

Viktor thinks it’s only fair, since he can’t be rough with you physically. His body might be sore, but his mind? God, you wish it was sore at least once in a while. Yes, he might not be able to frantically pound you into the mattress, but he’s perfectly capable of coming up with new ways to edge you. Which you loved, of course, but fuck would you prefer the first option so much more. But he’s an incorrigible inventor to the bone. Even in the sheets. Well, more precisely, now — in his lab.

The ropes on your wrists are rubbing the skin, keeping your hands tied reliably behind your back. They serve as one of the numerous reminders of this embarrassingly unfair position Viktor had put you in: you can’t move unless he’s kind enough to let you — he’s not restricted in his movements at all, you’re kneeling in front of him with a vulnerable expression — he’s leaning in his chair with a shit-eating grin, legs spread, head thrown back as he looks down at you in a way a master looks at his servant. You’re fully naked — he’s fully clothed. Viktor calls it ‘the perfect balance’. You call it ‘please, just take that damn thing off’. The idyll.

“Viktor, why are you doing this to me?” you mutter, glancing at him with a weak sigh. He quirks an eyebrow, unbothered, divine-looking with those rays of sunlight peeking through his dark hair, forming a figurative nimbus. ‘Like a god,’ you think, and for the briefest of moments your gaze changes from desperate to enamoured. But then you remember that your god refuses to be worshipped. That he would rather watch you suffer, disregarding your every prayer. And so you frown again.

“Funny, you should ask,” he purrs, the thickness of his accent matching the thickness of sexual tension between you. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re supposed to keep your enemies at arm’s length.“

You scoff, ignoring the painful tingling in your knees, the once cold floor beneath you warm and sticky in the places your hot skin touched it.

“I’m no enemy of yours,” you mutter, sounding almost genuinely offended. But Viktor only laughs, mouth open in a silent, amused ‘oh?’. Your only response is a frustrated moan.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, dear,” he demonstratively clutches his cane, the sexy bend of his long fingers so tempting it nearly has you cumming on the floor. “Didn’t you mention hating me earlier?”

Of course you did. How couldn’t you, when you wanted so badly to open wide for him, to bite on the calloused thumb, the undefinable salty, with a mixture of something metallic taste of his skin so familiar you could easily make it out. Oh, and with accuracy sharp enough for its savour to become a phantom sensation on the tip of your tongue. However, the same tactic never worked for his cock. Whenever you tried to imagine him abruptly pushing it inside of you — the craving would just become stronger, more unbearable. Fantasies were never enough. You needed the real thing.

“Not that I care what label you’ve decided to put on me tonight,” he continues, obviously hinting at the ‘kinky bastard’ incident. “A lover or an enemy — you’re staying at arm’s length.”

“More like at cane’s length,” you mock, angry eyes swirling that white tie oh his slender neck, but the rope around your wrists stops you from tugging on it to angrily steal a kiss.

“Cane’s length?” curious, Viktor leans over you in his chair, and for a second you’re deceived, rejoicing at the proximity, but he’s quick to remind you what a fool you are, his unhinged expression turning into an entertained one. “You have quite the brilliant mind, darling. We should probably test that out.”

Your teeth instantly sink into your tongue, instinctively scolding yourself for the inability to watch your mouth. Why, just why would you say that?

“Test that out?” you mumble, as your gaze drops to his shoes, unable to handle the intensity of his amber eyes lancing through your face.

“Exactly,” Viktor confirms, slyly biting his lower lip. “You see,” he utters, as his crutch loudly taps on the floor, causing you to shudder, “I don’t think the distance between us is equal to the length of my cane.”

“You can’t be serious,” you snapped at him, sobbing frustratingly. “Viktor, it was just a metaphor.”

“I’m a scientist, my dear. I don’t do metaphors. I do calculations and proven facts,” he utters, placing the crutch into his lap, and you find yourself shamefully jealous of that stupid stick, wishing terribly it was you resting there instead of it.

Viktor gives the cane an evaluating gaze, as if trying to measure it with his eyes, cruel grin never leaving that sharp, currently reachless for you face.

“So, supposedly,” he clears his throat, hoarse voice unbearably seductive as he pensively looks you up and down, taking in the debauched arch of your back, the redness on your aching knees. “I believe that my cane is around… say, thirty five inches long. And you, my dear,” he grabs the cane by its handle again, pointing at your face, left eye closed as if he’s trying to measure something again, torturing you shamelessly, “are still too close.”

The annoyance is impossible to hold in anymore. It’s a pure torment — incredibly hot in a certain perverted way, if you were to be frank, but god did you hate him with every fibre of your being right now, dreaming of fucking this mocking sass out of him, of teaching him a lesson. Viktor deserved to be ruined purely for the way he keeps those skilled hands to himself right now, denying you the oh so craved pleasure.

“Well, I don’t think I’m close enough to you” a protest escapes your pouted lips, but it appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, just like all of your previous, hopelessly useless pleas.

“Eh, debatable,” he utters casually, driving you even more mad with a playful shake of that insufferably smart head. You bite back an angry ‘tsk’, followed by a pissed-off roll of the furious eyes. Viktor is quick to notice the bratty demeanour.

He’s smooth in his roughness. In testing your patience with the insatiability of his own. Something cold quickly brushes your chin, forcibly tilting your head up again, and you huff at the audacity, eyes snapping open as you realise that he’s coaxing you to look him in the eye with his fucking cane.

“The fuck?” you hiss at the cocky jerk, but the way he holds that crutch to your face disarms you, adds even more arousal to the mixture of intense feelings building up inside of you.

“Language, my dear,” he purrs, eyes sparkling with malicious pride, “we‘re in a respectable place.“

He bares the upper row of his teeth, smiling at his own witty remark, and you can swear to god that never in your life have you wanted to wipe a grin off somebody’s face so badly. With a kiss, preferably. But a fist would work just perfectly fine too.

“Oh please,” you hitch in breath when the same hard edge of the cane slips off your chin to fleetingly press into your neck, but something about the uncertainty of Viktor’s movements tells you that he’s not done with you yet, that there’s more ‘foreplay’ to come. “Your lab is not a church.”

“Oh yeah? Why are you kneeling then?” he teases, poking you with that sharp sarcasm. As if a goddamn crutch against your throat is not humiliating enough already.

“I want to slap you.”

Viktor hums, and the tortuous cane traces the curve of your shoulder, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation, the contrast of the cool material with your hot skin stealing a dreamy gasp from you.

“Slap me?” he murmurs, enjoying the way you suffer for him. Because of him. “Well, too bad I’m that good at tying knots.”

“You’re an awful person.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me like that.”

“No, seriously, why don’t you just allow me to make you feel good?” you practically cry out, arching your hips in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. But the cane is still there, gently dipped into your collarbone to keep you in place.

“You’re already making me feel good,” he whispers, pushing you away, and all you can do is groan, squirming like you’re facing grim death. But considering the current intensity of your overstimulation, that death might actually turn into quite the real one. In the guise of this devilishly handsome tease, which would make it the worst and the best way to go at the same time.

“But I can make you feel even better,” you beg, half-lidded, exhausted and so beautiful in this perverted state of such earnest vulnerability. Just precious. Sacred even, if the situation wasn’t so sinful. “Viktor, please. Aren’t you done torturing me? I could do so much better than just grovel here.”

“Perhaps,” he presumes, but you know him and his undying love for the eye-fucking too well. Hell, he might just adore this humbling staring even more than having actual sex with you. “But I would rather enjoy the exhibition for a little longer.”

You roll your eyes again. A rather dangerous choice of a reaction, because the crutch in his hand abruptly taps on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to his glistening eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll make it two cane’s length,” he threatens, and you bite your lip to suppress a pitiful moan so hard, that your teeth leave two crimson marks on it’s tender flesh.

And that sexy, secretly favourite torture of yours starts all over again.

[melodygatesauthor]

Role Reversal

Subby Blue Jones X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @campingwiththecharmings

written and uploaded from my phone so please forgive any errors in formatting, grammar or spelling!

Kinks - Good Boy + Master and Slave (I didn’t do great with the Master/Slave relationship but there’s def some sub/dom elements, sorry!)

Summary

Head orderly Blue Jones prides himself on having all the control in the asylum…except when it comes to one patient…you. He wants you to make him cry, beg, and lose his mind like all the patients in his asylum.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, dacryphilia, crying, Blue is a crybaby (as he should be), asylum Blue, subby blue, dom/sub relationship, ruined orgasm (sort of), pussy eating

Word Count: 856

“Please, please…just let me fucking come,” Blue growled through his clenched teeth.

Who would’ve known that the big bad head orderly liked when the pretty patient in cell D4 edged him until he was begging? His cock was red at the tip and leaking all over the tile floor in front of where he knelt. You tsked, leaning down so you were eye level with him, looking into his tear-stained face.

“Are you so pathetic that you need me to touch you to come? You’re making mess all over the floor you’re so fucking hard. Can’t you just let yourself go for me? You always talk a big game.” You hummed patronizingly, “I thought you were a good boy.”

He struggled against the restraints keeping his arms pinned behind his back. He couldn’t move his legs either, having them connected to his wrist straps, leaving him completely at your mercy. He let out a heavy sob, to which you watched his cock bob in response. He whined a lot, but deep down he loved being so desperate for release he couldn’t hold back his tears.

You stepped forward, bare cunt level with his gaze. He looked at it hungrily, licking his lips like an animal ready for a meal. He looked up at you, and then back at your mound. He knew what you wanted; he knew the price he had to pay for your touch.

“Go ahead, convince me you deserve it.”

He nodded, breathless and pathetic, before leaning into your pussy lips, licking a stripe upward and flicking over your clit. You groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in, feeling his tongue slide deeper toward your hole.

“F-fuck,” you breathed, grinding your cunt over his lips and nose, “your face is so perfect, so perfect for this pussy baby Blue. You were made for me weren’t you?”

You looked down at him, seeing his glossy eyes peering back at you over your mound while he slurped noisily. You bit your lip, feeling his tongue working masterfully to reach you toward your climax.

“That’s it, goddamnit…f-fuck,” you gasped feeling the way the tip of his nose slid over your clit while the smooth end of his tongue prodded at your entrance.

He started moving his head around more, nodding and brushing his face along your folds. You pushed him down further, wondering for a split second if he was struggling to breathe before deciding that you didn’t care, because you were close. You hoped that he could feel the way your clit swelled as your orgasm approached; that his cock was aching and painful with how hard he was…how desperate.

“Mm, shit, Blue…such a bad man you are, hurting all those little girls in the asylum, oh-shit…but how many of them know what a needy boy you are? Hm?” You taunted, looking down at him.

“Mm,” he hummed, looking up at you with his eyes still glossed over, and cheeks flush with humiliation.

You gasped as he rolled his tongue over your burning nub once again, feeling your legs beginning to tremble. You bit your lip, still keeping a firm grip on the back of his head while he slobbered over your mound even more. He flicked his tongue faster, and brushed his nose harder, bringing you right to the edge.

“Oh-ohgodohgodoh—!”

You pulled him in closer as your cunt contracted in waves, dripping your juices down his chin. He moaned deeply, louder than you’d heard him sound before, lips vibrating over your skin. Your entire body was trembling, knees so weak you thought you might fall over. As you came down from your high, you brought your gaze to his, stepping back and admiring how wet and glossy his lips and chin looked.

“Beautiful,” you said with a heavy sigh. You noticed his cock, still screaming for attention as it bobbed and leaked between his legs.

You knelt down, sliding over him until the head of his cock was nestled between your folds, right below your clit. He looked up at you, bottom lip quivering slightly. You kissed him, his mouth still coated in your slick arousal. You moved your hips, gliding his length along your slit, teasing the tip at your entrance but never giving him the satisfaction of plunging into your heat.

“Please, for fuck’s sake. I gave you what you fucking wanted you whore, now fuck me,” he said in a low growl.

“Ooh,” you tsked, “and you think talking to me like that will get you anywhere?”

You started grinding on his needy shaft even faster, feeling it swell as he got closer to losing it.

“I want to fucking come in your little pussy, please,” he begged harder, fresh tears wetting his cheeks as he did.

You wouldn’t have had time to give him what he asked for even if you’d wanted to. With a choked whimper he came, hot ropes of cum shooting upward from where his cock rested between your folds, hitting both your stomachs. You bit your lip and smiled down at him, kissing his sweaty forehead.

“Maybe next time baby Blue…”

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Wolfstar Microfics - Grief/Mourning

Words: 993

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Sirius arrived at Remus’ cottage yesterday on Dumbledore's orders. It wasn’t that Remus minded, but a heads up would have been preferable to a bedraggled, but grinning Sirius just appearing at his door at 11 pm.

He made them both tea, and some toast for Sirius, and they sat on Remus’ worn sofa staring at each other for a few minutes.

“Would you like a bath?” Remus asked eventually.

“Is that your polite Moony way of telling me I smell?” Sirius laughed. “I’d love a bath, actually. Can’t remember the last time I had a bath.”

Remus nodded and took his tea into the bathroom to start running a bath. Sirius lingered in the doorway, sipping his own tea from his favourite mug. Remus had felt silly for keeping it but now, seeing it in his hands again, he was grateful to his ridiculous brain for forbidding him from throwing it away.

“Can’t believe you kept this,” Sirius said quietly. “Thank you.” Remus just smiled at him, “So. I’m assuming that Dumbledore didn’t warn you that I’d be here?”

“He didn’t,” Remus added bubbles to the bath, to Sirius’ delight. “But I’m glad you’re here. We have a lot of catching up to do.” Sirius smiled at him as he tested the temperature of the water. “I think this is done. Towels are on the rail. Do you need—”

“Would you stay in here with me?” Sirius’ gaze was fixed on the cup in his hands. “Please?”

Remus nodded, “Of course. Whatever you need.”

He looked away as Sirius shed his clothes and slid into the steaming water. He continued looking away as Sirius groaned blissfully before sitting on the floor with his back against the tub.

“You cut your hair.” Sirius said, “It’s nice.”

“Thanks. Uh, do you want some help with yours?” Remus asked, “I have conditioner. It wouldn’t be too hard to detangle, I’m sure.”

“You don’t think I should just cut it all off?” Sirius sounded surprised.

“Well, do you want to cut it all off?”

“No,” He said in a small voice, “But I convinced myself that was the only way of salvaging it. It’s pretty bad. There are no hairbrushes in Azkaban, but I think being Padfoot helped.”

“We’ll figure it out.” He turned his head slightly to smile at Sirius.

“Thanks, Moons.” Remus thought his heart might stop hearing Sirius call him ‘Moons’ again, but he schooled his features and took a couple of deep breaths. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rested his head on the edge of the tub. “You want me to put some music on? I have all our old records.”

“Of course you do.” Sirius chuckled, “Oh, shit. I bet I’ve missed so much. How many new Queen albums are there?”

And it was at that moment that Remus’ heart broke. Sirius, he realised, had no idea that his idol was dead. He really had missed so much. It had only been a few years since Freddie Mercury’s death, but it still devastated Remus when he thought of the end of his life or listened to The Show Must Go On. So he tried not to.

“There were a few in the 80s,” Remus said, guardedly.

“But nothing new?” Sirius swirled his hands under the hot water and smiled at the sensation. Then he paused and looked up at Remus. “Please don’t tell me they split up.”

Remus shook his head but knew his eyes were about to spill over and give him away. “Worse, sorry.”

Sirius stilled, “Tell me.”

“In the 80s, there was this illness that mostly affected queer people, queer men especially. AIDS. It’s not a death sentence anymore, but it was then. It was terrifying. So many of us died, Pads. Freddie died. A few years ago. It was awful.” He inhaled sharply, “I’m so sorry.”

He looked up at Sirius and saw his face frozen in a look of pure anguish. A single tear rolled down his right cheek as a sob choked out from his chest. “No.” He whispered, “No.”

Remus turned around, no longer caring about seeing Sirius’ body. He reached out a hand to wipe the tear away and Sirius grasped it in his own. Remus sat on the side of the bath and pulled Sirius into his chest, wet clothes be damned. Sirius sobbed as Remus held him, stroked his matted hair, and rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry,” Remus said again. “Queen and Bowie released a single together, days after you went to Azkaban*. It felt like the cruellest thing in the universe on top of everything else. There’s a lot you haven’t heard. We can listen when you’re ready. I didn’t even think about…”

They stayed like that until the bath water was cold, Sirius bordering on catatonic, nodding as Remus told him about songs and albums that he’d love. Sirius wondered what the point was. Everyone was dead or dying, Voldemort was back, and he had no way of protecting Harry, or Remus. He closed his eyes as Remus gently washed his hair with warm water and did his best to detangle the knots. He stared vacantly at the ceiling of Remus’ bedroom for hours and listened to Remus breathe.

After a few hours, he got up and headed for the record player. He rifled through Remus’ records until one caught his eye, with cartoon versions of the band on the front, ‘A Kind of Magic’. He scanned the tracklist and found himself drawn to side 2. He slipped it onto the turntable, dropping the needle onto the vinyl, a very familiar crackle that made him smile tentatively as he turned the volume down.

As soon as the vocals started There’s no time for us, There's no place for us, Sirius found himself crying again. Within seconds Remus’ arms were around him and he held on tight. He wasn’t sure which of them started swaying gently first.

Who waits forever anyway?

***

* this is my villain origin story.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Bleed It Out - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains: Angst, mentions of death

Summary: You find out your boyfriend has been playing psycho killer.

You wandered down the hall of the old theater alone. This is literally one of the main rules, don’t fucking split up.

A few days ago, you had your first encounter with the infamous Ghostface. You were unharmed, but your roommate Quinn…not so much. Your parents bought you a plane ticket, and you were supposed to be on your flight home. After getting a threatening phone call when you were going through airport security, you made the tough decision to head back and help your friends.  

As you made your way down the hall, you heard voices coming from the old security office. Your heart raced as you made it closer to the door, trying to hear who was on the other side. You tried to hold onto the wall in the very dimly-lit hallway, not seeing the broom that was leaning against it. As the handle clattered on the floor, the door flew open. You backed away slowly as two people in Ghostface attire walked towards you. 

“What are you doing here?” The person said through the voice modulator.

“I called her,” the other one said with a laugh.

“That’s not the fucking plan!” At that point, you bolted down the hallway. You were looking for the door you’d walked through earlier that led you here, when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Ethan?” You said, turning around to see him in the black robe, his mask in hand. Your eyes started to water as you backed away from him.

“Baby, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, taking a few steps towards you.

“What the fuck, Ethan?” You said, the fear and anger evident in your voice.

“You were never supposed to be a part of this,” he whispered, looking behind him as the other Ghostface walked up. “Why the fuck did you call her?” He snapped, as Quinn shed her mask.

Your face dropped. The image of her mutilated body was something you couldn’t get out of your head, and here she is, alive and mentally unwell, right in front of you.

“She deserves to die like the rest of them,” she shrugged, Ethan getting angrier by the second.

“She does not! You aren’t sticking to the fucking plan! She had nothing to do with what happened to our brother.”

Quinn scoffed at his words, “Yeah, but when Sam and Tara talked about him, your little girlfriend said he deserved to die.” 

Ethan looked over to you as the realization set in. Richie was their brother, and they want revenge.

“Did you really say that, baby?” Ethan asked, his eyes growing dark as he stepped towards you.

“Ethan, you don’t have to do this, this isn’t you,” your voice shaking as the tears flowed. You backed away as far as you could before hitting the wall.

“Oh shut up,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes. “Ethan Landry isn’t even his real fucking name. Shows how much you know about who he is.” 

If your heart couldn’t hurt anymore knowing the man you love has been killing your friends, you find out that you don’t actually know him at all.

He saw the hurt on your face, and in that twisted little psychotic heart of his, he did love you. “If you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I will kill you,” he said lowly, before yelling “GO!” 

“You can’t just let her go!” Quinn yelled, as you ran down the hallway. You heard her coming after you, so you hid in one of the theaters, under a row of seats. 

You heard Ethan, or whatever his name actually is, run down the hall to grab her. “Come on, we have shit to do.”

“What if that little bitch girlfriend of yours tells the fucking cops?!” She yelled, the sound echoing through the theater.

“Did you forget that dad’s in on this? They won’t believe a word she says,” you covered your mouth, trying to choke back your sobs. 

[dantesunbreaker]

Wading in the Ocean

Papa Emeritus IV/Reader

TW: Self harm and overall depressing subject matter. No, really, do not read this if sensitive to these subjects. (Note will be at the bottom)

Consumed with self hatred and the need to feel, you take matters into your own hands the only way you know how.

GIF by arcusxx

It starts as a dull ache at the back of your mind, a tickling itch at the base of your neck that travels the length of your limbs. A mantra plays on repeat. Cut. Slice. Bleed. You can take it all away with the strike of a blade. Split the flesh and let the worries flow away. Cut. Slice. Bleed.

There are no tears, no soft broken sobs of long suffering anguish. From the outside looking in, you appear as normal as any other day. But there is an aching emptiness deep within that continually pulls you by the chains away from reality. Your mind whispering sweet nothings in a desperate plea for reprieve. A gentle swipe of steel to silence the demons crying for help they never seem to find.

“I could run this razor along my skin, and it would be so nice and easy.” Your voice echoes off the bathroom tiles, but there is no one to hear. Alone you sit, razors scattered in a halo around your spot on the floor, a single blade perfectly balanced precariously between two fingers.

Shirt sleeves roll up as high as they can, exposing dozens of old faded stripes of various lengths, sizes, and shades. Perhaps your only reason to be thankful for summer’s end. Approaching sweater season makes it easy to hide in plain sight. With a flourish of moving fingers, your grip shifts to hold the blade between the thumb and forefinger of your dominant hand.

One shaking breath in. Cut. Metal dips into the meat of your shoulder, digging in and carving out a home for itself. Slice. A slow smooth drag cleanly dividing skin. Bleed. Bubbles form at the corners, gathering until it forms thick beads that spill over and run down your arm. One deep breath out. A feeling of calm serenity seems just outside your reach. You feel something. That single point of pain is far better than the vast void of nothing. But one...isn’t enough.

In quick succession you stack three more lines at the ball of your shoulder, warm blood swiftly cooling as it travels down your bicep. Even then you can’t seem to bring yourself to stop. Four lines soon become six, and then eight, and then twelve. You lose count as the upper part of your arm becomes a mangled mess of weeping lines.

A tremble in your hands seems to have crept up on you as you pull your hand back to examine your macabre masterpiece. While the warm sting certainly keeps you in the moment, your eyes can’t help but wander to the clean expanse of your forearm. Normally, you wouldn’t dare. On one hand you could count every scar below the elbows. Small spaced out scratches that were easy to pass off as simple accidents. You don’t like the risk of having someone question the new lines on your body. Your fingers twitch with an unspoken need for more. 

With a shaking hand, you lower the blade to the delicate flesh of your inner forearm, pausing for a brief moment in hopes that you will change your mind. But before too much thought, you quickly slide the razor across your skin. You don’t bother to count as you slice line after line. Stopping only when the blade becomes too slick with blood and slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor where it bounces once and sends a splatter of your blood across the front of the sink.

Numbness creeps in as you watch the red paint your skin, rivers cascading over the sides and dripping onto the tile below. Pained, yet satiated. Time passes as you remain unmoving on the floor, the blood slowly coagulating into a sticky mess along your body. Content to stay in that spot, you pay no mind to the passage of time until a soft knock at the bathroom door rips you back to reality. Shit!

“Amore? I was waiting for you to come out, but you’ve been in there a long time.” Copia. You lost track of the date, unaware that tonight was marked for his return from the world tour. He must have seen the light filtering through the crack under the bottom of the door. “Is everything alright? ”

Scrambling, your hands hit the tile to push yourself up, but slip in the wet puddles you have left around, sliding into the blades still on the floor. A few strike your fingers, adding to the mess, but you push through and grab the bowl of the sink to finish pulling yourself the rest of the way up. Red fingerprints starkly contrasting against the white surface. You can’t keep your hands from shaking as you quickly turn on the faucet. 

“I’m -” your voice cracks, mentally kicking yourself before clearing your throat. “I’m fine, Copia! I’ll be out in a moment!”

Furiously you scrub at your forearm while under the stream of cold water, pink staining the white porcelain. In your right mind, you would understand that in doing so you are only agitating the wounds, opening them up to bleed freely once more. But the only thoughts in your head are to wash away the evidence. Cover it up. Don’t let him see.

“Amore?” There is a soft rattling as Copia jiggles the knob. “Are you sure? Can you let me in?”

Panic rises up in your chest, threatening to spill out your throat like vomit. Tears finally spring to your eyes, silent sobs racking your chest as you rub your skin near raw. Unaware you are doing more harm than good at this point.

“I’m sure! Please don’t come in,” you rack your brain for an excuse that wouldn’t come across as a blatant lie. “It’s uh..well it’s embarrassing really. I had an accident. Let me just clean it up and I’ll be right out, I promise!”

That doesn’t seem to do the trick. Instead the jiggling starts up again, this time sounding far more determined. Cursing, you abandon the faucet once you shut off the water, seeing it for the lost cause it is. Eyes scan your surroundings for an alternative.

“No need to be embarrassed, let me help you clean,” the jiggling continues, Copia’s voice soft and full of gentle concern. “We’ve been apart for months, I would like to see you. Let me in.”

Spotting the towels hanging from the rack beside the shower, you pick your next target. Cover and conceal. If you can’t make the wounds go away, at least you could use the extra fabric to hide from view. You don’t even realize you are leaving Copia without a response, only causing your poor partner’s concern to skyrocket. Nor do you take note of the sudden silence.

“Sorry, but I am coming in,” is what you hear just as you take a step away from the sink, the subtle click of the lock turning. 

Hope is lost. You watch in numb silence as the door pushes open, Copia standing just within the doorway the moment there is space. He looks tired. Exhausted beyond measure. Self loathing seeps in at the thought of how you have only created another burden for him to deal with before being able to rest. You turn away before you think he has a chance to see, before he can see you for the failure you are.

Letting out a howl of pure anguish, you drop yourself into the far corner of the room, tugging the sleeves of your shirt down to cover what damage you can while trying to create as much space between you and Copia as possible. But he stops dead in his tracks at the sound and the moment he takes in the sight before him. Red painted floor, steel blades littering the tiles, pink water still draining from the sink. Lips part in a silent gasp, and you can see the unshed tears held behind his eyes.

“Amore, what have you done?” There is a soft tremble to his voice that is so beautifully laced with concern. Concern that you certainly do not deserve.

When he takes a step in your direction your hands go up in warning, both trying to shield yourself from the scrutiny of his gaze yet also deter him from coming closer. Stepping forward, Copia uses the edge of one shoe to kick all the blades into a single pile at the corner of the sink before he squats down to be eye level with you. Tears flow heavy down your cheeks, a soft whimper constantly rumbling in your chest as you will Copia to turn back and leave the room. But instead his eyes trace over your every detail, assessing the damage you have dealt to yourself. A hand stretches out towards you, ready to bridge the gap between you.

“Amore, please?” He waits for it to be your choice, though you know inaction will eventually force his hand. But you can’t bring yourself to move. Can’t even bring yourself to form words.

All you can manage is to pull your arms back in, closing in further on yourself. Copia lets out a sigh, and you can’t help the overwhelming guilt as you think of how you are just further delaying him from being able to relax. Having just returned from a world tour, you are sure that Copia would love nothing more to finally sink into his own bed. But no, instead he has to deal with the shit show that is you.

Too caught up in your self loathing thoughts, you fail to notice as Copia takes advantage in the lapse of your awareness, shifting closer. A hand at your knee brings you back. Flinching, you let out a noise of pain as you try to slink further back.

“Let me see?” He reaches further, attempting to grab your still bleeding arm. But flight or fight instinct kicks in.

Making a feral noise, you manage to shake off Copia’s hand while pressing yourself flat against the floor, shuffling under his arm and dragging yourself across the floor in an attempt to get away. You don’t get more than a couple inches before arms encircle your waist and pull you against a warm chest.

“No!” You wail, nails clawing at the arms holding you tight, struggling as sobs shake your entire body.

But Copia holds tight, cradling you with your back pressed flushed to his chest, forehead resting against your hair as he lets your sobbing run its course. Soft praises and reassurances are whispered as he allows you to cry until you can do little more than sag against his arms. When your energy runs out, Copia adjusts his hold and moves to speak against your ear.

“You are okay, I’ve got you. I want to help,” his breath is soft, tickling your ear. “I am not here to judge or hurt you, amore mio. Will you let me see, please?”

You manage a feeble nod, uttering not a sound as you allow yourself to be rotated within Copia’s arms until you face him. Unfocused eyes remained trained on the lines between each tile, unable to look up at the man before you. Even as gentle gloved hands lift your arm, softly caressing it with feather light touches. Copia traces over each bleeding line with a soft swipe of his thumb.

“I will be right back,” Copia releases you, rising to his feet so he can rummage through the cabinets for the materials he needs. Then he returns, settling back onto the floor before pulling you back into his lap with supplies resting at his side.

One gentle hand holds your arm by the wrist, firm but not crushing, while the other holds a cloth soaked with saline which he uses to wipe your forearm. You stare at his hands as you watch him work, tears still trickling from the corners of your eyes. How can he be so gentle with you? Why does he treat you with such kindness when all you ever do is bring more problems? Even as gauze pads are placed, held snugly in place as Copia wraps your arm from wrist to elbow, you can’t help but think of how you have done nothing to deserve him.

Noticing the trails peeking out from the hem of your shirt sleeve, Copia carefully rolls the material up to reveal the remainder of the damage. Nothing is said. No harsh words of criticism, no exasperated sighs. Copia uses just as much care as he has with the rest of your wounds, soft slow touches as he cleans away the blood. When you are fully bandaged, Copia lets out a quiet sigh, taking your hands in his own as he pulls them to his lips. A soft kiss is placed to both knuckles before resting his forehead against your hands.

“Were..?” Copia starts, but pauses, lifting his eyes just as you finally bring yourself to meet face to face. The pain in his voice is unmistakable, and hurts you just as much as the cuts in your arm. “Were you making an attempt on your life? Or..?”

“No” it’s all that it takes to find your voice. It comes out thick and heavy, like your tongue still doesn’t quite know how to form words properly. “I just...wanted to feel something.”

He nods, dropping your hands and opening up his arms in offering. Somehow you find the strength to shuffle forward, nestling yourself into his arms with your head resting against his collarbone. It feels right. Safe. Like being in his loving embrace were some miracle cure.

“You could have called,” Copia hums after a long silence, though the words have no harshness, no bite. Just a stated fact. “I know I have been away for some time, but I would have dropped everything for you.”

You seem to struggle with words again, throat tight, mouth dry. “I can’t ask that of you,” is what you can finally manage, staring down at the white bandages around your arm. “You work so hard for the ministry, so much weighing down on your shoulders. I don’t want to be another chore added to your list. Even now, you should be resting after your tour. Instead you’re here on the floor dealing with my unstable episode.”

A finger at your chin tilts and turns your head until Copia can brush his lips against your own, soft, chaste, and full of love that could never be properly put into words. 

“Never think of yourself as a chore,” while the words are firm, leaving no room for argument, you know they come with only good intentions. “Everyday I say a prayer to Satan, thanking him for bringing you into my life. You are everything I could ever want and more.” There is a subtle shift in his eyes, full of hope but a deep yearning. “Just don’t give up.”

“Sometimes I think I already have,” your voice is soft and weak, the energy to fight having long since left. “Feels like I’m constantly on borrowed time. Sometimes I am simply too tired to keep trying, and I don’t think I can do it alone.”

Suddenly both of his leather clad hands cup your cheeks, keeping your gaze locked on Copia’s endearing face. For the first time during the night, you watch a tear escape from his white eye. Both beautifully serene and heartbreakingly devastating.

“And you don’t have to,” Copia gives a squeeze, pulling you back to him when you try to turn your head away in an unnecessary flush of shame. “You may be in the ocean, but I have no intention to let you drown. I don’t want to be pulling you up just enough to catch your breath before plunging back into the cold depths.” There is a pause as he leans in to gift you another chaste kiss. “Let me teach you to wade the waters, keep your head afloat. Though you may never escape the water, we can keep you from going under.”

Tears flow heavy, running down your face in wide rivers as you clutch at the front of Copia’s shirt, pulling him closer until your face is buried in his shoulder. Arms are heavy and slow as you slide them to wrap around Copia’s torso. Sometimes you wish your connection could go deeper, that you could simply feel each other’s thoughts and emotions. Because there are no words that come to your mind as you cling to the man as if your life depended on it. You don’t understand how you have come to earn such a love as Copia’s, how you could ever deserve it. To feel so loved and accepted, even when you are at the point of wanting to tear yourself apart.

“Thank you, for everything,” a wobbling bottom lip makes your words sound muddled, lifting your head up enough to gaze into soft mismatched eyes.

“No need to thank me, amore,” Copia smiles softly, pulling a hand free to softly cup your cheek. Then he is shifting you both, legs unfolding as he moves to stand, picking you up with him. “Come, let’s get ready for bed.”

At your nod of consent, Copia gently shuffles you both out of the room, turning the light off and closing the door of the bathroom once you are past the threshold. Out of sight, out of mind. He would deal with the mess later. Now, he leads you to the bed, motioning for you to sit and the end as he retrieves a fresh set of clothes for you. There is a pleasant silence as Copia assists in removing your blood stained clothes, trying  to conceal the way he rushes to toss them into the hamper. He also takes the time to carefully help dress you before guiding you to your side of the bed, laying you back against the pillows.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble weakly as Copia tucks the blankets around you.

“No more apologies, amore mio,” a chaste kiss is pressed to your temple before Copia pulls away, shuffling over to his side of the bed before slipping under the covers alongside you. The moment his back sinks into the mattress, you roll over to press into his side, resting your head on his chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart. “I am here. We will get through this together.”

After a brush with some very dark thoughts due to current aspects of life, I felt the need to write this so I could feel I had someone there for me. I know it gets hard sometimes, but anyone else out there struggling with similar problems, please know that you matter. You don't have to suffer alone. Sometimes it can feel like the depression is all consuming, but there is always hope. You are never alone. People are out there that want nothing but to help you. So please, if you are feeling this way, let people know. Get the help you need and DESERVE.

[midnighmoonligh]

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Female ; She/Her ; little

Valeria Garza ; She/Her ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk.

Cursing (beginning tho!).

Injuries mentions (rope burns + blood).

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Plot Summary

After being paid to gather information on Valeria, it went south fast. Y/N found yourself being hunted down and soon captured by her men. She interrogated you before coming to realize that you are a little.

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The gear weighed you down heavily, but it didn't stop you from pushing on. You kept low to the ground as you approached the building. It wouldn't be long until you has backup. You simply had to hold out until they could get there.

It was probably a mistake to even do this.

Snooping around was your job. Even before they had scooped you up off the streets for you scary skill in information gathering, you were good at snooping. Before this? You used to sell intell to anyone willing to pay. Sometimes it required getting your hands dirty, so you weren't entirely sure what was so scary about this job in particular.

" That little bitch went down that way! "

You felt the breath leave your lungs at the very words. You bit into your bottom lip and attempt to sink more into the bush you managed to tuck yourself into. Thankfully the grass and bushes were heavily overgrown around the home. The moment you heard footsteps your heart began to pound against your ribs. It was so loud you could barely hear their footsteps. You couldn't even hear what they were saying, more focusing on calming yourself down so you knew where their feet were.

You counted about thirty minutes of silence. You didn't see any lights or movement. In a split moment decision you yank yourself onto your feet and make a run for it. Unfortunately it was a poorly planned out decision. Your body hit the ground with the weight of another on top.

" Shit! " you hissed in pain as you connected with the ground. You didn't think you'd ever get used to carrying all this gear. It slowed you down.

" We got her! " a voice above you shouted.

" Good job! Hurry up with that bitch, " another, more distant, voice shouted back in reply.

You clenched your jaw as you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head. Before you had know it, you black out.

***

Being captured was definitely not your plan, yet here you are. You had every plan on making things hell for Price when you got out of there. You woke in this strange room. A man, likely dead, across from you. It was still late, from what you could tell thanks to how dark the room was. Then again, it could've just been a basement. You press your wrists tightly against the binds that held your hands to the arm rest of the chair. How bothersome, they even went the extra mile and did your legs and waist.

You flinched as soon as they yelling had begun from how much your head throbbed.

Valeria had been trying to get information out of you for hours, but failed. Out of frustration she yelled and kicked the chair over that you were tied to. You yelped as you toppled over onto the floor. It only added to your pain and distress. She was running out of ideas on how to get you to talk. She turned your back to you. That's when she began to hear crying. It wasn't that strange for her. She rolled her eyes at the noise and moved to face you.

You who has regressed from the distress she pit you in.

You who was crying in fear and silently begging for everything to stop.

You who was just a little girl wanting to go home.

" Why are you crying? " Valeria questioned with annoyance lacing her tone, not having realized that you slipped into little space.

It wasn't like she didn't know what Age Regression was anyways. Originally, Alejandro has taught her what it was. It was never something that bothered her.

You pulled at the restraints, jerking against them as you tried to escape. You hiccuped out soft sobs as Valeria spoke to you. It seemed her voice only set off your panic more than before.

" I-I just, " you struggled to put the words together, struggled not to slur them even. The last thing you wanted was for Valeria, the enemy, to know how weak you really are.

" Want to go home, " you cried as your body trembled. You finally stopped moving as you came to realize you were stuck being on the floor.

Valeria looked at you with a look of confusion. She took notice of how you were unable to form complete sentences, and your body had started to tremble. She knew you were tied to the chair, but she didn't know why she felt the need to untie you. In fact, she wanted to know why you were this way in the first place.

" Why are you speaking like that? " she questioned, " Are you a little? "

It seemed as if Valeria was more curious than upset. That very fact scared you half to death. Maybe it was more scary that she even knew what a little was. You attempted to squirm out of the chair again. Of course, it didn't work. There wasn't any room for you to squirm put of the restraints.

" A little? What's that? " you forced out through your mind barely managing to hold itself together. The words slurred more than you cared to admit. You couldn't even look at her.

" It's what an age regressor is called. It's basically where you are put into a child mindset in response to some situations, " Valeria explained, deciding to play in with you pretending to play dumb.

" I'll take that as a yes, huh? " she chuckled and shook her head. She placed her hands onto her hips as she thought for a moment, more as to what to do with you.

Valeria was beginning to understand your situation. That explained why she heard crying and why you kept slurring your words. Although, there is definitely another issue looming over them both, your jobs that's is. She wasn't meant to play nice with the enemy... but she found you so cute.

Then again it wouldn't be the first time Valeria stole an enemy for herself.

" N-No, " you whimpered out weakly as you sank into the chair in an attempt to hide from her. You kept pulling at the restraints against your wrists anxiously.

" You can't lie to me when you said that you wanted to go home and when you were acting like a child, " Valeria pointed out, " You're obviously a little. "

Tears escaped your eyes as Valeria repeated the point that you are, obviously, a little. Even more so you obviously are regressing. You hiccuped softly, keeping your gaze off of her purely out of fear. She had noticed how you kept trying to hide yourself from her, which was strange. But, she had to admit that you were a little too adorable in this state. Valeria had an urge to hug you, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She had to be strict with you and find out the information she needed.

Valeria sighed as she noticed the tears running down your face. The way you were crying had her attention, so she decided to come closer to you while you were in your state of regression. She still kept her distance, uncase you we're faking and attacked her. She figured you had lost touch of the situation you were in. Honestly she never expected to come across a little while working.

As Valeria came closer to you, you yelped. You broke into sobs again while you body squirmed against the rope that held you against the chair on the floor. At this rate, you we're making the rope rip into your skin from your attempts at escape. It hurt, burned more than anything. Not that rope burn ever felt good to begin with...

" Hey, whoa! Calm down! "

Valeria seemed to be concerned for your well-being as she watched you continue to squirm and cry loudly. She realized that the rope she had tied you with might become too tight around your wrists, so she came over to loosen the rope to make sure that it didn't hurt you. As she did this, Valeria thought of how she wished she could hug you but resisted the urge.

The second the rope was loosened, it was a mistake. You managed to get yourself free. As soon as you were free you scrambled across the room and pressed yourself into the corner. Your body trembled as you made yourself as small as possible. Your wrists bled from the rope having torn them open, but at least you were free from the binds and the chair.

Valeria watched you try to make yourself as small as possible in the corner you had clained. She couldn't help but to think of how adorable you looked right now. But, she knew that she couldn't let her guard down around you. You were an enemy of hers, so you had to be dealt with.

" I'll need you to follow me, " Valeria demanded, making it sound more like a command than a request, " We aren't finished with our little talk yet. "

You hugged yourself as you tried to press yourself more into the corner. Of course, it wasn't possible. You are already in it as far as you could go. You didn't move from your spot, despite Valeria's demands. Though she did hold your attention. Her face scrunched up in frustration when you didn't follow her orders, but she didn't try to grab you for the risk of hurting your wrists. Instead, she looked at the rope that you had managed to undo yourself. She had been a careless and was starting to regret it.

" You really don't listen do you? " she questioned, " If I have to, I'll drag you along with me. "

You still didn't move. You were like a deer caught in headlights. You couldn't stop crying either. At this rate, you are completely in little space. It only made your anxiety and fear for the situation worse. Valeria looked at you, and realized that you were too far gone from your adult mind. She decided to try to talk with you as you were right now, and to also take notice of how small you were. You came off like you couldn't even hurt a fly in this state.

" I have some questions for you, but I really need you to answer them truthfully. " she said, " This is important, okay? "

You couldn't focus much, but you did your best. You whimpered softly at how much your wrists stung. You keep brushing them against your clothing, not that you were wearing much anymore.

" Hey, listen to me, okay? " she spoke in a somewhat stern voice, " You don't seem to be okay right now, but I need to know that you will listen to me. I may be your enemy, but you have to listen to my questions. "

Valeria was growing more concerned for your well-being, but blamed it on her reflex to mother you in your little state. Despite how much you knew you shouldn't trust her deep down, you nodded at her words. While you waited for her to say something, anything really, you hiccuped out your breaths unevenly. Valeria's concerns for you calmed slightly when you nodded in agreement. It seemed as if her little talk with you had helped you become more mentally aware despite your state.

" That's good, " she said with a small smile, " Now, how old are you right now? "

You tried to wipe your face with your sleeves. Your hands were shaking, making it hard for you to do so. Each time you kept missing and accidentally wiping the rope burns. It hurt so bad. You took in rapid breaths until your crying calmed into a stopm. You held out three shaking fingers, showing Valeria your headspace is about three years old. Valeria's eyes widened as she recognized that you were only three years old, and realized that you were too far gone in your regression. She had to make sure not to upset you any more or else it would make it worse.

" Do you have a caregiver who takes care of you? "

She had to admit that she was curious about this. She wondered if you had a caregiver who took care of you while you were this small. You hiccuped loudly as you looked to the floor in front of you. You were so cold, wearing only a loose t-shirt and jeans. It was what you had been wearing under your gear. You still had your socks too. They had taken everything else to make sure you wouldn't have anything to attack them with or escape. Unfortunately it left you so cold without the layers.

" N-No, " you mumbled sadly. You didn't have a caregiver but you wished you did a lot. Sometimes it got really lonely when you regressed alone.

Valeria's frowned softly at the answer she got. She didn't expect you to have no caregiver. You were so cute, who wouldn't want to care for you? Her curiosity grew even more, making her ask you more questions.

" Do you live by yourself? "

She had been wondering if that was the case ever since you had said that you didn't have a caregiver. Valeria couldn't imagine you living by yourself on top of all of this. Hesitantly, you nodded your head. You didn't have any bunk makes back at base, which was both relieving and annoying at times. Valeria's face scrunched up in concern when she noticed you nod in response to her question. This just proved everything she had thought. She felt bad for you, having to live alone with no one to help you or take care of you while you were this small.

" Who has taken care of you in the past? "

You only gave a small shrug. You couldn't really remember the last time you've had a caregiver. You hugged your legs to your chest and buried your face into them. At least your crying was starting to clam down enough that you could breathe calmly.

Valeria was worried for you. The way you were hugging your legs didn't make the situation seem any better. In fact, it made her wonder if you were okay all by yourself right now. She knew that you were cold and that you didn't have anyone to comfort you, so she decided to take action.

" Can I come closee to you and hold you? Just until you're warm, " she requested, only due to your physical state. She wanted to make sure that you were healthy and that you didn't get sick. Besides... she couldn't resist. You are just so cute in her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she got to hold a little.

The request surprised you. It sounded... nice, despite how much your mind yelled at you it was unsafe to trust her. You couldn't help it. Right now you just wanted something, anything to feel better. You didn't want to be in pain and feel so scared and cold. You had been crying so much for so long now that you were starting to feel exhausted on top of it all. You nodded quietly, though hesitantly, to give Valeria permission to hold you. Then, without a word, you held your arms out to her like a toddler wanting to be picked up. You even added grabby hands to emphasise the agreement.

Valeria had noticed your exhausted state when you were crying earlier, and knew that this would be the perfect time to pick you up since you were practically begging.

" It's okay, " Valeria spoke softly when she lifted you up in her arms, " I won't hurt you. I'm just going to warm you up. "

You loosely wrapped your arms around her, whining at how the rope burns on your wrists rubbed against just about everything. Even so, you clung to Valeria with ease. You rested your head against her as she began to rock her. It soothed you, almost put you to sleep. The throbbing pain of yout injuries were really the only reason you are still awake. She knew that you were physically exhausted right now, so her focus became to make you feel safe for the time being. Valeria thought you were like a cute and precious teddy bear right now.

" Poor thing, " she said softly, " Your wrists must be hurting so much right now, yeah? Tell me, does this hug hurt anywhere else on your body? "

You whimpered softly as you leaned against her. You showed Valeria one of your wrists, showing the irritated and bleeding skin from the rope.

" Nuh uh, " you mumbled quietly, reassuring that you didn't have any other injuries bothering you. At least any that you were aware of at the moment.

Valeria sighed in relief when you told her that your wrists were the only part of your body that hurt, and that it was the only thing bothering you right now. In response to your showing her your wrist, she felt bad for you and how your wrists must've hurt. She made sure not to hold you in a way that caused any pain to your wrists.

" Would you like me to fix up your wrists, little one? "

" Pease, " you replied with a small nod, still showing her one of your wrists so she could see the injury. You just wanted them to stop hurting, even if it was for a little bit.

She nodded then walked out of the room to a bathroom nearby. She made sure no one was really around, which thankfully they weren't. She didn't really want to think as to why. Right now Valeria was not in the mood to yell at a bunch of idiots for not doing their jobs. She's more concerned with you. Once at the bathroom, she gently set you on the sink.

" I'll be right back, I need to get some stuff for these, okay? " she spoke in a calming tone so that you wouldn't get too scared of what was about to happen. Valeria didn't want to cause any more distress on you than you were already experiencing right now.

Tou nodded and fidgeted with your hands while. You kept quiet and mostly still, listening to what she had asked you to do. She smiled at this and gently ruffled your hair, making you giggle a little. She left the bathroom after. It made you so anxious to be alone, but you kept reminding yourself that she would be right back. She would, right? Maybe you should've made her promise...

Valeria came back to you with her first aid kit in her hand. The moment she walked in relief washed over you. She did come back, which meant more than you felt capable of vocalizing. On the sink next to you, she had placed down cotton balls, as well as some Neosporin and bandages. Her intention was to make sure you were properly cleaned up before she tended to your wounds. She carefully reached for your wrist, being careful not to hurt it in any way since you were too young to understand what was going on. She had to keep your arms and wrists steady while she prepared the cotton balls.

" I'm just going to clean up for a second, okay? Then I'll tend to your wounds. "

You nodded as Valeria told you what she was going to do. You didn't really mind, knowing she was just trying to help. However you did appreciate that she told you what she did before hand. It was like a little warning. You held your arms out for her, keeping them still and trying to stay out of her way the best you could manage.

Valeria nodded at you and got started. She took a cotton ball and gently dipped it into the Neosporin. Then, she placed the cotton ball on your wrist and began to clean up the irritated skin and the fresh scabs. She then repeated this process on the other wrist before she began to bandage the wounds. It seems that she had done this many times before and knew the process by heart.

You winced, whimpered and whined, from pain as the wounds were cleaned. You did your best not to pull your hands away, but you did a few times. Valeria watched you as she applied the bandages to your wrists. She felt bad for you as she saw tears rolling down your cheeks, which is why she worked twice as hard to ensure they were bandaged properly. When you started to whimper while your wrists were being cleaned, she held an urge to hug you. It's what you probably needed, but she couldn't hug you right that second unfortunately. When Valeria had finished bandaging the injuries, there were tears in your eyes. It had hurt a lot and it still hurt, but at least it would be better soon... that's what you told yourself anyways. It helped it not feel so bad a little bit.

" You okay little one? " she checked in now that they were done.

You sniffled, even gave a small hiccup. With your hands free again you tried to wipe away the tears that had escaped you. You didn't mean to get upset over how much it hurt, not that you could help it. You felt so little it didn't take much to upset you now.

Valeria sighed and wiped the tears away from your face when she realized that you were wiping away your own tears. You dropped your hands as Valeria wiped your face, letting her do it. The action made your chest feel warm. You felt loved in the moment. You chewed on your bottom lip while trying to calm yourself back down. She noticed how childlike you had acted from having your wrists fixed, and it was cute. But, she remembered that this wasn't your usual self, and that you still didn't understand what was happening or what you look like right now.

" Little one, why are you crying? " she questioned, " Did I hurt you, sweetheart? "

" Hurts, " you whimpered softly, trying to express that the injuries hurt a lot even after they've been treated.

Valeria's face scrunched up in concern when you told her that the wounds still hurt a lot. It even got worse when you started whimpering and your lip started to quiver. Valeria knew the pain was bothering you and that you were trying to express this, so she knew that it was time for her to start to comfort you.

" Shh, my little one, " she said with a soothing voice, " Valeria's here and she'll take care of this. "

She smiled softly as she stroked your hair. Something about someone talking in third person made your brain feel like jello. You whined softly and made small grabby hands at her, wanting to be hugged. You didn't really mind sitting on the bathroom counter, but right now you really wanted physical comfort. Valeria's heart practically melted when you made grabby hands. You seemed like you needed some sort of physical touch at the moment, which is very common for age regresses, so she couldn't blame you at all for needing this right now. She then scooped you up from the countertop and wrapped her arms around you.

" Is that better, little one? "

" Mhm! " you nodded and wrapped her arms around Valeria, clinging to her gently.

It did make you feel better. You kept chewing on your bottom lip while you leaned against her. At least you could move around and hug her without being in as much pain, you'd call that a win. Valeria smiled at you. She seemed to be content when you hugged her like that. She didn't want to put you down just yet, but she had a few more things to do before she would put you down. She noticed that you were chewing on your lip though, so she gently swiped her thumb across your lip to encourage you to stop. You whined as Valeria stopped you from chewing on your lip. She then placed that hand on the back of your head, caressing it gently.

" You must be tired, little one. What do you say we take a quick nap, huh? " she asked gently.

You buried your face into her shoulder, soon sucking on your thumb instead. You didn't really reply, but your grumpy behavior sort of gave away that you desperately needed rest. Besides, you didn't really remember the last time you slept more than an hourish at a time. Then again, you were on a mission in the first place... A mission you've messed up extremely badly.

Valeria realized that she had to stop you from sucking on your thumb since thumb sucking isn't always good for you. She sighed once she noticed this, and reached into her purse to get a pacifier. She seemed like someone who would always be prepared with things like these just in case one of her little ones had a need for one.

" I think it's best if you take this, huh? "

She gently offered it to you. You were surprised by the pacifier, but didn't complain in the slightest. You pulled your thumb from your mouth and opened it for Valeria to replace your thumb with the paci. You looked excited over having one. You were too cute to resist when you opened up your mouth and sucked on the pacifier. It was obvious that you enjoyed this and that you didn't want it to be replaced anytime soon. Valeria smiled slightly, satisfied with how it calmed you down. It really did sooth you.

" Good girl. Such a good little one, " she praised as she gently bounced you.

You relaxed against her as a content expression fell onto your face. After a few minutes your eyes blinked open and close slowly as you began to fight the urge to sleep. Valeria looked at how cute you were as the pacifier soothed you and kept you calm. She looked at your sleepy face and chuckled. She had to admit that she was having a lot of fun with you, and she even got attached to you. But she knew she couldn't keep you there, on top of you having information she desperately needed.

" I think it's time for a nap, little one, " she whispered softly to you.

You let out a soft whine, burying your face back into Valeria. It was more of an action of agreement. You wanted to rest, that much you knew. You let out a small yawn, only proving how exhausted you are further. Valeria giggled quietly when you whined and buried yourself back into her. It was so cute. She kissed your forehead once more as she held you in her arms.

" Sleep tight, little one, " she softly said that before letting you fall asleep right in her arms.

[shimmerystyles]

New Year's Day - Harry x Reader (Part 2 to What are you doing, NYE?)

Summary: Harry's done a number on you in the last 12 hours. You've gone from fighting for your boyfriend's attention to having trouble having him leave you alone.

warnings: lots of arguing, alcohol/drug use, angst.

a/n: read part 1 here! otherwise you WILL NOT understand what's happening.

I WILL BE DOING A PART 3, A HAPPY PART 3! YAY!

word count: 3.8k

y/n outfits throughout the part 1 / 2 / 3 harry outfits 1 / 2

"What do you think about that Austin guy, Y/N? He somehow found my IG and I want to think we hit it off.. do you agree?" Liv twirled her hair as she stared down at her phone. You laid on your back, stared at the ceiling, feeling empty and broken. "I don't know, Liv. Why?" You said monotoned.

She looks at you for a split second before looking down at her phone again. "Babe, come on. I'm trying to have a conversation with you."

You sigh. "I'm sorry... I just can't focus on very much." She shifts herself to lay next to you, you both staring at the ceiling. "Listen, honey. I won't talk about men anymore unless you're okay to listen. Okay?" You nod and she takes your hand in hers, squeezing it softly.

You felt the space between the two of you vibrate slightly. You look over and grab your phone to see Harry, calling you once again.

Harry's been trying to get a hold of you since the early hours of the morning. You, rightfully so, have sent him to voicemail more often than not.

"That fucker needs to get a clue, he fucked up, it's not even been a day. Ever hear of space?" She takes the phone out of your hands and answers it.

"Styles. Fuck off." Liv mutters.

"C'mon Liv, let me talk to her."

"Let me ask her. Hey, Y/N, do you want to talk to your two timing, sorry excuse of an ex boyfriend right now? NO? Didn't think so. She doesn't want to you."

"I didn't even hear her voice, Liv. C'mon."

"Harry, if you call back this number again, there's no telling the cussing out I will be doing. Leave Y/N alone. She clearly needs time away from you, give her that."

She hangs up and throws the phone off the bed on the carpeted floor. You squeeze her hand, feeling a tear slide down your cheek and down the side of your neck. Liv takes her hand and wipes the tear as she takes you into her arms, your held in tears easily flowing as you softly sob into her chest.

As you feel the tears let up, Liv's phone rings and she grumbles softly. She looks at the caller ID and groans.

"Styles, what the fuck did I say to you?"

"You said if you call back this number again. That was Y/N's, this is yours."

"Don't fucking play my words against me. You need to take a fuckin' hint, Styles."

"At least let me sit on speaker so she can hear me out. Please. I'll hang up as soon as I'm done."

Liv groans and rolls her eyes. "The second I hear shit I don't like you're getting blocked. I will not have you use me and my phone as a way to get an in to Y/N/N"

She puts the phone on speaker and places it in front of you. "You look at me if anything needs to be done, okay?" You nod and Harry starts talking.

"Y/N I swear to god, I did not kiss that girl."

"Ahem, but you did." Liv cut in. You look up at her with squinted eyes and she throws her hands up in defence. "Well its TRUE."

"Y/N, that kiss, it meant nothing to me. You're the only thing I feel anything with and that goes for everything. You're my constant. The reason my world has such a bright sun, because you are that source of warmth and joy for me. You are my life. I don't want to live if you're not in my life."

"Styles. Skip the ass kissing, tell her why you did what you did." Liv crosses her arms and you give her a slight smirk. She winks and you both look back down at the phone.

------ FLASHBACK -------

11:59PM, 60 seconds to midnight.

"Fuck, where is she?" Harry mutters to himself, searching the room for you. He didn't know if you were back from the bathroom and were as frantic to look for him as well so he stayed put, just in case you popped up in front of him to be his first kiss of the new year.

"Hey, handsome." One of the girls came up to Harry, feeling up his bicep and he shutters in discomfort.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N?"

"Don't worry about her, let's worry about what's going to happen in the next 10 seconds." She gets closer to him and Harry takes a small step back.

3!

2!

1!

Before Harry could turn to walk away, he feels a pair of hands grab his face and crash their lips on his. Harry, full of alcohol and hungry for the lips of his girlfriend, kisses her back for one moment before realizing who is in front of him and he immediately pulls away. The girl smirks at him as Harry looks over in front of him.

There she was, the love of his life.

And she'd just caught him in the one thing he never thought he'd do to her.

"Y/N-"

He watches you run towards the crowd of people and he runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, Y/N!" He yells as she storms into the crowd, hoping to find you before it's too late.

Too bad for Styles, he already messed up.

------ PRESENT -------

"Wow." You say in shock.

"WAAAAIT A FUCKIN SECOND." Liv interrupts. "You mean to fuckin' tell me, you thought about your girlfriend while kissing one of those bimbo girls you had been flirting with the entire night? No way in HELL would I ever believe that bullshit."

"Well, lucky for you Liv, you don't have to believe me. That's up to Y/N" He says cockily over the phone.

"God you're such a arrogant fuck aren't you? You-you have NO idea how badly I want to rip your dick off and feed it to-"

"Liv!" You exclaim, smacking her arm. "Relax."

She takes a deep breath, in and out, then calmly continues.

"You're lucky Y/N is still nice to your lying, cheating ass. I'd have you kicked to the curb for good hours ago, but she's a good person. You fucked up, big time Styles. It's up to Y/N to believe you, thats right, but I will smack her silly if she chooses the wrong choice."

"Babe, please, can we talk in person? I promise, if you don't want to see me again after that, I'll respect your wishes."

You sigh.

"Fine."

"Wait. Really?!" He says excitedly through the phone.

"I'll be coming." Liv interjects, you look at her and she smiles.

"Liv will be dropping me off, if you do anything else stupid I won't stop her from doing what she has to do. Understood?" You say picking the phone and holding your knees with your free arm.

"Deal. See you soon, darling."

You hear a click on the other end and Liv groans. "Why can't you just let me slap the shit out of that two timing-"

"LIV! I swear to all the heavens above, if you do anything unprovoked, I will be cabbing home and I'll break up with you too!"

She gasps. "Damn, Y/N/N. You're getting too feisty." She places her hand on her chest and you smirk.

"Learned from my drama queen of a best friend." She slaps your arm playfully. "I'm so proud of you." She pulls you into another hug and you both get up to change for.... whatever this was going to be.

You put your shoes on and take one last look at the outfit you have on in the mirror. You sigh as you throw your hair in a claw clip and Liv smiles softly.

"Even when you don't try, you look beautiful, Y/N."

You smile. "It's hard dating a celebrity. You always have to look "somewhat" presentable in case someone takes photos or videos of you."

"You ready?" Liv grabs her keys from the rack at the door and you nod, following her to the door.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

---

The car ride to the coffee shop Harry chose was quiet, Liv turned her bluetooth on and, what do you know...

"Can't get rid of this fucker, even on MY Spotify." Liv went to change the playlist but you stopped her.

"Don't. I actually don't mind listening to his voice." You smile softly and turn your body towards the window as you listened to Sweet Creature, one of his songs on his first album. You remember the first time Harry found out you listened to his music and your stomach fluttered.

----FLASHBACK----

"How was your tour rehearsal, babe?" You greet Harry as he enters your vehicle. He places a soft kiss on your lips and you smile. "I missed you, a lot."

You and Harry had been casually seeing each other for months now, but, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend just over 2 weeks ago. You and him were having a beautiful time. You respected his busy schedule as he did yours, but no matter what, there was always time to be together. Even if it meant you driving him from one rehearsal to the next.

"I missed you too, H. Where you headed next?" You pulled your seatbelt back on.

"Well, I have an hour and a half break before I have to be at the next rehearsal. Should we.." He eyeballs the back seat and you slap his arm.

"You're gonna need longer than that, Styles." He smirks and kisses you one more time.

"God, you're amazing." He mutters on your lips.

You break the kiss and smirk. "I know. That's why you like me." He chuckles and slides back into his seat.

"Let's get some food in your stomach before you have to go" You say pulling out your phone and finding a decent restaurant to find food for Harry. He smiles softly, taking your hand in his causing you to look over at him.

"You're always thinking of everyone else, Y/N. You really are amazing."

You smile. "I care a lot about you, H. I just want to make sure you are okay before I drop you off." He kisses you one more time causing you to giggle.

"H. I like the kisses, but I gotta drive now!"

"Alright, alright. Let's go, angel."

You turn the car on and your playlist turns on automatically, playing Sweet Creature, Harry's song. His eyes widen and smile grows big as you feel a blush creep on your cheeks, you frantically try to change it but he's already chuckling.

"You're a fan, huh babe?" He smirks, crossing his arms in satisfaction.

You roll your eyes at his comment, turning a corner.

"Well, duh. I do like you, remember?"

"Well yeah I get that, but I didn't know you listened to my old stuff too." He smiles and you laugh.

"Sweet Creature is probably my favourite of yours. It's a great song." He smiles. "Thanks babe."

You smile. "Don't let that go to your head though, Styles. I just know talent when I hear it."

He smirks. "Mhm. You tell yourself that."

You slap his arm playfully and he laughs.

You both sing along to his songs as they play, sometimes just letting him sing, mesmerized by your boyfriend's voice.

---

The song changed to Woman and Liv rolls her eyes again as your stomach twists.

---

"Harry, what are you doing?" You walked over to your boyfriend who was laughing his head off holding two beers and girls giggling at his demeanour while feeling up his chest.

"Harry, get up." You feel yourself fill with heat as he just stares at you with a cocky grin.

"Oooh, I'm in troubleeeee" He slurs while everyone laughs.

"GET YOUR ASS UP STYLES." You yell. The whole room goes silent and he scoffs. "Fine. Sorry, mates. Gotta go, mom's getting mad." He snickers and the girls all giggle at him, you drag him out of the room by his hand and out to the backyard of one of his friends' houses.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Styles?" You cross your arms and he just stands there, losing focus quickly.

"C'mon babe, I'm just havin' fuuuuun" He laughs and walks to you but you put your hand out to him.

"Harry, I'm serious. You haven't eaten anything, you're fuckin' hammered and you smell like skunk. Have you been smoking too?"

"Hehe, yeaaaaah. It's all in good fun, baby. You need to let looooose." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you push him away.

"Harry, I'm taking you home."

"The fuck you're not." He gets aggressive. You sigh.

"Harry. You're drunk, high out of your mind, and you have nothing else in your system. You're gonna have a nasty crash in a couple hours and I don't trust a single person in here to not take advantage of you."

He grunts. "I can take care of myself." He crosses his arms.

You eye roll and walk away from him, he follows you. "C'mon, Y/N. We're not together right? You don't have to care so much."

You stopped in your tracks. "You're right, Styles. We're not together and I don't have to care, but I do. I care a lot because, together or not, you matter to me. I want to make sure you're safe. Clearly you don't have the same feelings for me so I'll do as you say. I won't care."

You turn back around and he sighs. "Y/N/N."

"What?" You spat. He walks over to you sloppily and almost falls. "I don't feel well."

You sigh. "Let's go, drunkie." You wrap his arm around your shoulders so he could lean on you.

"Y/N?" He mutters.

"Hmm."

"Thanks for caring so much."

"Always."

You drive him to his house and you park the car waiting for him to get out. He looks over at you with a grin. "Will you stay with me?"

"Styles-"

"Please?" He gives you a drunk puppy dog look and you smirk. "Fine, but i'm taking the couch." You turn the car off and walk over to his side to help him inside.

"Liv's gonna kill me for not coming home." You chuckle.

"She doesn't like me, huh Y/N?"

"Well...."

"That says enough right there." He smirks.

You walk him over to the stairs and he shakes his head. "I'm not getting up there. I'll sleep in the living room." He shuffles over to the couch and flops on it, causing you to giggle at him.

"Don't laugh." He mumbles, face first on the couch. You laugh at him some more and he lifts his face, smirking at you as you lose yourself in a fit of laughter.

"Woo, sorry." You calm yourself down and he groans, shifting himself into a comfortable position.

You walk to his kitchen and grab him 2 advil and a bottle of water. "Now, Harry. You haven't eaten, i'm sure you won't want to eat, but, I'm gonna-"

You look over at him and he's snoring. You smile and place the stuff on the table for him.

Searching through his fridge and freezer, you find a frozen pizza and pop it into the oven. You make yourself a tea while it cooks. Watching him sleep so deeply and soundly.

"You needed that sleep, H." You say softly to yourself.

You place the cooked pizza wrapped up in the fridge and quickly write a note.

You leave the note for Harry next to the advil.

Styles,

You're gonna be okay. I'm sleeping in the guest room upstairs and will likely be gone by the time you wake up.

There's veggie pizza waiting for you in the fridge.

Feel better, H.

Love, Y/N.

---

"Y/N/N, we're here." Liv pulls the car into park and you look over at her.

"Thanks, Liv. I'll call you if things go wrong."

"You better." She pats your thigh and you smile, grabbing your phone from the cup holder and sliding yourself out of the car.

You look up at the sign, sighing softly. "Here we go."

You walk in and see him, sunglasses on, in the corner of the shop. Two cups at his table and him tapping the top of his lid, people watching out the window. You smirk softly and walk over to him.

"You don't look suspicious at all." You sit down and his head jerks to your direction, his smile slowly appearing.

"I'm a little hungover and, well.. didn't really sleep well last night." He slips his sunglasses off and his eyes are bloodshot. Your smile fades as you see his distressed look.

"Harry...."

"I brought you here to explain myself, not for you to feel sorry for me. I don't deserve that. I don't deserve you."

You sigh and take the cup in your hands. You smile weakly as you see that he got you the right drink.

"You-you got the right drink."

He smiles.

"With oat milk, of course."

"Thanks, Harry." You take a sip and the warm coffee has you humming softly. He smiles.

"Okay." You say placing the cup down. "Explain. I'm listening."

He sighs.

"What happened last night, my behaviour, my demeanour, all of that was inexcusable. I'm not used to having a long-term girlfriend, I've always been the type of guy to casually date women and the second commitment is put on the table, I run for the fuckin' hills because I'm scared. I'm scared of the idea of being tied down and not being happy. I'm scared of falling out of love with that person. Those feelings all changed, when I met you."

He takes your hand and you look down at his hand with a very small smile.

"You made me feel the most loved i've ever felt. In the short amount of time we've been together, you've put all of my needs before yours. You've shown up to everything, made sure I've eaten, made sure I was well rested, taken care of me when I was ill. You've gone above and beyond for me. You love me with your entire soul and I couldn't believe that someone like you existed, but I do now. You're the one in a million woman that comes around and makes lives so much better. You make my life better."

He looks down at your hand, noticing you rubbing your thumb on his hand in comfort.

"Even now..." He says, voice breaking but he clears his throat to continue. "When I don't deserve your comfort, your heart, you wear it on your sleeve and show me the consideration I don't deserve at all. I hurt you, but here you are, hearing me out, comforting me, I don't deserve you."

You watch a tear fall from his eye, you wipe it impulsively and he chuckles, his cheek falling into your hand.

"I'm scared, Y/N."

"Why, Harry?" you ask, taking your hand back.

"Because, I'm about to tell you something that's going to hurt you more."

You pull yourself back.

"Harry..."

"That wasn't the first time I kissed someone while we were together."

Your entire body fell numb. You sat in shock.

"Y/N. Please let me explain that as well."

"No. I-I can't believe you."

He looks at you wide eyed and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"You... I gave my all to you." You say shaking your head. "You don't love me, you love yourself."

"Y/N."

"Liv was right, you're a liar." You stood up and walked to the door, Harry grabbing your hand and you rip your hand away viciously. "Don't. Touch. Me."

You walk out of the cafe and stand outside, waiting for Liv.

"Y/N, please let me talk to you about it-"

You feel your arm swing up and slap him. He grips his cheek and you let hot tears fall down your cheeks.

"I-I can't believe I believed your sincerity for even a second in there. You made me feel like a fucking fool, Harry. I can't believe I ever loved you."

"You still do. I love you, you love me, that's why you came here today to listen to me. Y/N, please don't give up on me. I meant every word."

You look up at him, your handprint on his cheek, tears now flowing down his face as was yours. You sigh.

"Harry. I don't know if I can ever trust you again."

"Let me make it up to you-"

"And how the HELL, do you think you're going to do that? You've now admitted to cheating more than once-" "Only twice. Last night, and right at the beginning."

"Oh thank GOODNESS! Only twice, wow I'm a lucky girl!" You mock as you cry.

"Y/N. Please."

"Harry, I need time. I love you, but you need to decide where your priorities lie when it comes to your feelings. Do you want me? Or are you only thinking about yourself? I'll be waiting."

You turn to face Liv's car, her eyes watching you as she gets out of her car.

"What. the FUCK. did you do, Styles?" She speed walks over to Harry and you grab her arm. "Liv, don't." You show her the crowds slowly forming as Harry slips his sunglasses back on to avoid pictures of his teary eyes.

"You're fuckin lucky, Styles. I'd have your ass crying for days if you weren't in public right now." She grips your arm. "How dare you. You can't play with Y/N's heart like this, Styles. Get yourself together, I'm not letting her go back to you so easily. You need to PROVE to her that you love her and only her. No more games, no more lies. It's time to grow up, Styles."

You let her arm go and you walk up to Harry. "I will wait for you. I won't wait long, but I will wait. Please don't hurt me again, H." You watch tears fall from under his sunglasses. You wipe them with your hand.

"I-I love you, Y/N." He breathlessly says.

"Then show me that, Harry." You turn from him and walk towards Liv's car, feeling defeated and hurt. You don't know what to do anymore.

"You promised." She said pulling away from the coffee shop.

"What?" You sniffle wiping a tear away.

"You promised, Y/N. I don't see his ass limping, do you? You said I could do whatever I wanted."

"I-I believe him, Liv. I'm just hurt right now."

She sighs. "I know, babe. You're too kind and forgiving for this world." She pats your leg as you wipe the remaining tears.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asks turning away from the shop and down the road.

You look out the window, rain starting to fall.

"Wait for the storm to pass."

------

IM SORRY IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

I honestly had a different idea and wanted it to end all cute BUT i want this to end completely different now. Part 3 will come out next weekend. Love you all hehe<3

I will most definitely let the part end at part 3. No more surprises, promise!

THIS 3 PART SPECIAL WILL CONTINUE!

Tag List! (comment on this part to be added for p3<3)

@macystyles-01 @jjsgirlp4l @tinyhrry @hazeljean2 @sophiabarber2001 @jessitpwk @behindmygreyeyes

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 3: Candaulism

Find Your Own

Summary:  Nick loves when you beg, almost as much as he enjoys showing you off

Pairings:  Nick Vaughan X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, teasing, degradation, filming, shoe riding, squirting, mentions of stepcest, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  800

Candaulism is a sexual practice or fantasy in which a man exposes his female partner, or images of her, to other people for their voyeuristic pleasure.

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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Nick brings the camera closer, panning it over your body. His fingers randomly dragging on your skin, and he tsks you when you try to move, “Easy, Sweetheart, we gotta see what this beautiful body of yours looks like.”

Zooming in and lingering on your weeping cunt, he runs one finger up your slit gathering your sweet nectar. “My god, you’re drenched. Who made you that way?”

“You did, baby,” your voice whines, and he captures your walls clenching around nothing. “Nicky!”

“Shh, shh, shh. Now I said you have to be patient. I don’t think you want my cock,” he looks down at you with a smirk, and you nod your head. “I don’t know, you have been misbehaving.”

“I can be good! So good, I swear! Daddy?” you give him a pout trying to make him give into your incessant whining to no avail. “Daddy, please?”

“How bad do you want my cock to split you wide open? Have your head banging on the headboard while you gasp for air? Fuck you so hard you pass out on me?”

“I’ll do anything! Just please?”

“Will you fuck anything?” he pans the camera up to your pouting face. “Will you show daddy how desperate you are for his cock?”

“What do you want me to fuck?”

Nick sits down in a chair and gives his shoe a little wiggle. “Let’s show everyone just how fucking desperate you are for my cock. Come on. Show them what a fucking needy little cockslut you are for me,” crawling on all fours, you move off the bed and over towards him.

With a little wiggle of your ass, you settle around his foot, your body grinding over him, while that camera points to the mirror. “There ya go. I can already tell you’re making such a mess on my shoe, hmm?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, smiling at the mirror. “I’m a whore for daddy’s cock.  A desperate filthy whore for daddy’s cock.”

“You gonna let me share you with them?” you give a little nod, rolling your hips over his shoe. Your voice whimpers out his name, and you stare up at him owlishly.

“Of course you’ll let me share.  This little slut baby will do whatever I tell her just so she can have daddy’s cock, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you cry out looking up at him.

“Is my dirty and needy girl getting close?” you nod your head, your body writhing desperately on him. “Look at you, got you making a mess, and acting like a sloppy whore because you need me to fuck you. I bet you’d fuck the bedpost if it meant you’d get me. Needy little bitch.”

“Daddy,” you sob looking up at him. Pushing and pulling on his foot, begging to get some relief when you furrow your brows. “Daddy, please?”

“Cum,” one roll of your hips has you trembling. You back arching up, when you let yourself go. Looking up at him and apologizing. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

“I think I…daddy, I’m sorry,” he picks you up off the floor, letting you lay back on the bed, and you know better than to close your legs. His camera points at the liquid mess in the floor.

“Aw, did my needy cockslut make a mess on daddy’s shoe? Look, her got a bit carried away and squirted all in the floor. That pussy is dripping in cum. You want me to fill it up with my cum?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Give the boys a smile,” you wave at the camera smiling, when Nick finally puts the camera down.

“What the hell is this fucking shit?” Ransom asks, kicking his foot up. “No money shot? None of those tits bouncing around? She road your fucking shoe?”

“I think you did very well. The purpose is her need for you. She was compliant and ready to please her man. You’ve done well my friend,” Ransom rolls his eyes watching as the coordinator walks out the room.

“He wanted to see some dick, too. So are you really going to share her?”

“Maybe,” Nick shrugs, flipping through his pictures of you with his cock in your mouth. Lips dripping of saliva as you take him. He was getting rock hard and just wanted to pound into you.

“It’s not the prospect of sharing her that turns me on. It’s the fact that she will do whatever I say just for a bit of my cock. I have her humping a pillow nearly daily, just to lick my cock. Now that is dedication.”

“Fuck,” the man in the back grunts. “I need to find a desperate girl to suck my cock.  Looks like I’m gonna have to find Bug again. Gotta love when sweet little step sister lets me play,” Lloyd stands, straightening his slacks. “I appreciate your kink though. A man willing to share and let us see his woman, is a man completely secure in his relationship, that’s a good one. Let me know if you need help.”

“I’m good for now. Find your own.”

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