#sry it took awhile :'))

[siyi-draws]

Dressed up and ready to travel together

[bichelangelo]

ace donnie (feat. his tech) for anon !!

[kithtaehyung]

3tan scenario: a yoongi and oc domestic moment (maybe watching a basketball game on tv and him explaining the game to her)

title: more than just the game series: three tangerines genre/rating: pg ; fluff warnings: alcohol consumption, orange yoongi lol word count: 643

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In all fairness, you know a bit about basketball.

It was inevitable. Your brother and his friends played so often that you started to know how things went, even if you didn't pay too much attention. Both to the game and to the people playing. 

Right. 

You definitely, positively didn’t pay much attention to the man beside you, hunched over and watching the game as if he’s literally courtside.

"Mm, see that? That's why you don't help off your man there,” Yoongi advises as he straightens and stretches. “Easy pass for an open shot once he cuts."

However much you know about basketball, hearing him talk about it is much more interesting. And entertaining. He lights up while explaining things, so how can you not milk this moment as much as possible?

Nodding along, you offer your take, "I thought that was a good play."

"It was. Just bad defense, too."

You don't know how you both ended up watching for so long. Your plates have been cleared for awhile already, abandoned on his coffee table next to some bottles of soju and tiny glasses. 

Honestly, you don’t know how much alcohol is swimming in your system, either. All you remember is betting shots on things regarding the game.

Until it actually started getting good.

Even you were becoming invested seeing one team take the lead right after the other. Somehow, the tenseness of the atmosphere could be felt though the screen, and your eyes couldn’t help but drift to Yoongi’s growing interest.

A sharp burst of cheers erupts when someone scores with seconds left, and he adds to the fray with only a huff. Tsking, he shakes his head while pouring a cup,

"They fucked up."

"How?"

"Didn’t get that last rebound. If they did, they could've at least called timeout to figure shit out."

"Damn. And they got scored on."

"Uh huh.” Sipping, he slings an arm over the back of the sofa, continuing as if he isn’t making you jelly on the inside. “Rebounds save games."

Too full of soju and playfulness, you joke, "Do they save yours?"

As Yoongi instantly catches on, he lifts a brow in tandem with a corner of his mouth, and you can’t bring yourself to look at his eyes when he responds with a smooth, 

“What do you think?” 

“I...” Fuck, his lips look damn good right now. Looking away, you scoff, “Never mind.”

He laughs before goading, “Giving up already?”  

“Yes.”

“Now I wanna know.”

Pouting, you turn back to him. “Like you have any game to save anyway.”  

Yoongi’s immediate amusement drives a stake of embarrassment into your chest. 

Why did you say that? He’s much better at this game than you. Fuck! 

Cup up to his mouth, he challenges, “Is that right?”

“Um... Uh huh.”

Unfazed, he flicks his eyes while goading, “Door’s over there then, doll.” 

“Wait, I—”

“And I’ll need my shirt back.” 

“Hey!” 

Cheers louder than before snag both of your attentions, and Yoongi jumps a bit when he sees that the other team actually managed to win. “Oh, shit!” 

“How did they—”

“I dunno! Hold up, where’s the remote?” 

You laugh at his sudden turn of mood, amazed at how he can go from relaxed to enthralled in seconds. “Right next to you, old man.”

“I’m running this back.”

“Do it.” 

As Yoongi rewinds the live play, your grin hurts your cheeks as you observe. 

What the heck could he possibly be so excited about? You didn’t think he was a fan of either team, and the game’s already over. It’s so intriguing that you ask him exactly that. 

And he turns with creased eyes as the announcers start talking over cheers. Shrugging, he admits, 

“I like the unexpected.” 

Matching his grin, you simply laugh in amusement, wondering if he’s talking about more than just the game. 

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series: three tangerines (m) 3tanslices: mini-scenarios! 

[kazuaru]

matero for 🧛‍♂️

Idk who matero is but here's mateo as a vampire.

[deadeery]

Hello I love your art !!

What brushes /brush settings do you use to do lineart ? It's so crispy hehe :DD

hi, ty!

i detailed the kind of brushes i used here, but i recently found out how to share my lineart brush! its custom made and nothing special, so its free, no pay :)

if ur a procreate user and interested, u can get it here v

[carminekings]

— house party on the cambridge campus. @richardxoliverxmayhew

he's pinching a joint between his forefinger and thumb, hollowing his cheeks around the end of it, when a blue-eyed student comes into view. technically, joe is loitering on private ground -- he will cop to this -- but he isn't doing any real harm. even if the pungent smell is less than ideal, it can't be any worse than the several spit ups he's caught just outside the flower bed. "fuck are ya starin' at?" aggressive as his words are, joe is relaxed in his lips, creased brows thin and temporary. he pauses for a beat, then lifts the blunt in the stranger's direction. "wanna hit?"

[weird0strawberry]

TYYY FOR THE REF OMG!!! since u offered, can I ask about your thought process on this drawing? I'm literally in love with his armor and hair here

like you absolutely nail the slender frame armor combo it's rlly impressive. he's got armor layers without it making him look too bulky

that’s actually one of my favorites when it comes to armor, it’s rly fun to draw! (warning: I am NOT an anatomy expert)

For one, he’s alr on the thinner side, and being next to c!Sam only emphasizes that as well as makes him angle himself in a much more purposeful way. I think the biggest difference here than usual is that the armor here (on the upper body) completely covers everything, rather than just being a chest plate and shoulder pieces connected.

this erases a lot of hard jutting edges usual armor creates by making pieces that all sort of fit together as though it were a figure of its own, mirroring the actual human figure. each piece perfectly matches the shapes I drew the slender frame from, so that isn’t lost at all. it loses its bulkiness while retaining the image of being very heavily armored. as well, every piece of the armor is lined with an edge to make each one feel more physical, giving the allusion of thickness.

basically, it breaks a few rules to keep the figure, but has enough recognizable features of armor that it goes unnoticed (I hope)

the hair!! I was going for a messy bun shape and it came out rly satisfying (my pfp has a similar one too!) I mostly did it cuz I wanted long hair, but it wouldn’t exactly fit w the vibe and confident pose I was going for

This is, for me, the general shape for reference

[pixelshary]

I'm so in love with your sims! Do you ever share them for download? It's no issue if you don't, just thought I'd ask anyway! Thanks for slaying it with the looksbooks

hello dear anon! 👋😊 thank you so much! i appreciate that a lot! 🌼🖤 i have some older sims in my gallery. but my last sims i showed here i don't share. as i said in some asks before i maybe will make a few sims for download or i'm thinking of sharing some sims i didn't rly used. but tbh i prefer to share sims that didn't use cc. so it's easier. 🙂 wish you a good day/night! 🌼🖤

[dandunn]

85 for Flores?

85 - self

Flores was a dragon who had it all figured out, he was aging like a fine wine.

Becoming the right-hand to the boss of London's biggest and most powerful magical crime family had been an uphill struggle.

Flores had fought and struggled, snapping his beak and teeth at the competition until they yielded. Now instead of being the one ordered around, he was the one giving the orders.

No matter who he had been before he joined Mr Zambrano and his family, it didn't matter. He was part of something, something deep in his DNA felt like he was doing something right, he was constantly surrounded by people and good food and laughter - the warm glow of conversation and the happiness that only being at the top of the ladder can bring.

And yet…

As firmly as Flores had made his place in the hierarchy, he was still a dragon amongst humans. He noticed how the men avoided him when the boss wasn't around, how they shrunk away with forced smiles (or sometimes, the odd burst of stifled laughter).

Soon the laughter and the resentful looks started to take form, and a realisation began to creep in.

Here comes the boss's pet.

Fucking lizard.

Who does it think it is?

They didn't want 'some dragon' ordering them around - these humans. Even though Flores had proven himself to have twice their strength and the most powerful magic of anyone in the Family, just below Zambrano himself.

They were jealous of him, that was all. Small minded, petty. Maybe if they put in the effort, they could have a taste of the perks that Flores enjoyed. Claw their way up through the ranks like he did.

As he strutted through the lounge, he approached suit after suit, dealing out Zambrano's orders, ones he had given to Flores in a hurry as he left to catch a plane to Barcelona for a few days.

All nothing new, routine stuff. Until one guy turned to him, a Lopez or a Martinez or some other name ending in 'z'.

Zambrano knew each one of his men by name, but Flores couldn't understand how he could be bothered to spare that much brainspace for something so trivially dull.

It was immediately apparent that they were going to have a problem, with the way the man and his two friends looked up from their conversation, the humour draining from their faces and their jovial conversation turned into seething silence.

"We take orders from Zambrano, not you."

Flores rose up to his full height, his head lifting on his neck in the same way a snake might raise itself up before it strikes. His feathers puffed up as a low warning hiss rose from his throat. "I am the one giving orders today, unless you would like me to call the boss back and tell him that his plans are being obstructed by a man not fit to wipe his boots?!"

The suit lifted his chin, giving no sign that he was affected by Flores' open threat, "At least I am a real man, unlike you."

Only bad leaders ruled with fear, that's what Mr Zambrano said anyway. A growl was the noise a threatened, scared creature made, a precursor to a bite. A pathetic plea of 'stay away, or else!'

I am not scared, not anymore.

Flores swallowed the coughing, compulsive rumbles of further threatening growls and lowered his feathers. "Fine, I will do it myself, and when the boss returns I will tell him precisely who decided to waste my time."

"Go ahead."

Flores only allowed his nostrils to flare slightly, as he turned with a flick of his tail feathers. He paused to light a cigarette, snapping his talons and producing a bright teal flame from between them. He leaned over and lit up slowly, as if the interaction was no feathers off his ass, when he caught a few more hushed comments and then a gale of laughter that chased him out of the room.

No matter how much Mr Zambrano believed in him and trusted him, he would never be able to force the others in his command to respect him.

Suddenly Flores felt like one tug could unravel everything he'd worked so hard for. If anything happened to the boss - and he had made it his one sole duty in life to not let that happen - pretty much every single one of those smirking suits would turn on him. His head would make a pretty nice wall decoration. A dragon hunting trophy for everyone to put their cigarettes out on.

Flores almost ran headlong into Diego at the door to the lounge, a brute of a dragon who had more teeth than brain cells. The bulky creature looked absurdly uncomfortable in a straining black and white three piece suit.

"Diego, my fine dragon," Flores forced himself to sound charming, "do you know the name of that man over there?" he pointed a talon in the direction of the man who had snubbed him.

Diego raised his lip and tilted down his square, heavy head. He was missing an eye which made him have to peer awkwardly down at every visitor. The large sail on the back of his neck quivered as he recognised Flores. Diego didn't seem to like him very much, despite being two of the few dragons in the Family.

"Hugo Fernandez." Diego growled, in a voice as deep, dense and as pleasant as a bubbling vat of sewage.

Fernandez, huh? I was close enough. Flores thought, scratching his chin thoughtfully until Diego snapped him out of his reverie.

"What about him?" Diego snapped.

"Well, just a moment ago I heard Señor Fernandez and his friend discussing Señor Zambrano's artifact storage, do you know if these men have permission to access it?"

Diego narrowed his eyes, "No sir, I don't think they do."

"Really?" Flores bit back a vindictive grin, knowing full well that only he and the boss had access to the vault full of powerful and rare magical artifacts.

You could burn a man in so many ways by damaging his reputation. Who needed magical fire, when a few well-placed words could hurt him forever? Even if it wasn't true, the rumour that Fernandez was a thief would spread, and he would have eyes watching him - possibly for the rest of his miserable life.

Even if he wasn't planning to steal from the boss, his lack of action could be seen as a cowardly thief calling his plans off at the last moment. Maybe when Flores had had his fun, Fernandez might end up with some evidence planted on him and be run out of the Family. Maybe even the city too.

Flores looked up at Diego with half-lidded eyes, "In that case, I would like you to keep an eye on him, and anyone he associates with. We cannot have men around who reach for the cookie jar the moment the boss' back is turned, now can we?"

"N-no sir." Diego grumbled, taking a step back as Flores gave him a sharp grin, one that said 'And you're next if you don't agree with me'.

"Such a nasty business to deal with, and I do hate being the bad guy, but we all have our duties."

Diego nodded dumbly as Flores reached up to pat his bulky shoulder, his sick grin intensifying.

Out on the street in front of the lounge, the rainy London evening did its best to put out Flores' cigarette, soaking his feathers flat.

Maybe he was Zambrano's pet, how quickly had he acclimated to this den of ruthless underground businessmen and brokers, how quickly had the boss made him forget that even in the eyes of no good criminals he was the predator? His form was always changing, making humans self conscious of all the ways they themselves were flexible, malleable, and in turn all the ways they went about denying it.

The dragon, a mirror to a human's hubris.

They could hate him all they wanted, because a smart dragon kept his best secrets close to his chest and drew strength from deep reservoirs no human could possibly know about.

And oh, but he knew how to make a man's life hell, he wouldn't even have to growl or posture or puff up his feathers.

But for now, all he had to do was make one simple resolution to himself, with a grim, sharp-toothed smile.

I should start remembering some more names.

[myfriendgoo94]

O Valencia! By The Decemberists?

So i think i’ll give this song a “it’s kinda catchy” on the grading scale of the original post. Not really my particular brand of indie rock but defs not bad, rly liked when it broke into the chorus. Been vaguely aware of the decemberists for a long time but never actually sat down and listened to a song of theirs so i appreciate having an excuse to do so. Also the video was pretty cute

[axdently]

@calamitydealt​​ // SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS.

“I have a question for you, bringer of death.” though her tone is hushed, she speaks candidly as she emerges from the brush. blue wood aster and dewberry flowers part as the Head of House Fraser emerges. from her hiding, she was but a couple of feet away, and though she is versed in the woods – she isn’t as quite skilled as a hunter as he is. it wasn’t her intention to spy on the spy, and she knows the consequences of sneaking up on someone with his caliber, but she is desperate. it’s almost clear as crystal upon features that have been otherwise forlorn these days. it had been quite some time since Seraphim had seen her mother – she’s asking, no, pleading. “Have you seen her?” patches of white shed from brunette locks– an indication that her other form had be triggered, yet denied a phasing. the lone wolf stands in her human form, though her eyes glow in a particular amber color, irises have a trace of yellow around that darkened rim. 

tucking her hair behind her ear, she marches forward. “I have to quests for you. And in the change you do accept, please know that House Fraser will accommodate any of your needs, and compensate you generously.” she has always, of course, kept that end of the bargain. “I am looking two people.” she crosses her arms over her chest, in comfort as sad news departs her lips. “I’m looking for my mother, Raveena.” she doesn’t expand on this, other than to provide context, “It’s unlikely that she is in the woods, a helpful eye, however, always helps… I just wish to know that she is safe.” she offers a weakened smile. 

“The second quest is a little more tricky. Have you any experience in finding someone you’ve never met before?”

[flowersmoons]

vegaslights –> fabricatedtown

[futterurl]

i am literally BEGGING for a future man/mike in a muzzle like that one scene

i LOVE the way u think anon. my brain is fried so it took awhile to think abt a story for this so im sry if its lowk kinda bad

warnings: smut(mdni!), porn with barely any plot, blowjob, handjob, p in v, sub!josh, semi public, muzzle

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"are you fucking hard right now?"

you couldn't believe what you were seeing. or even why, for that matter.

it was supposed to be just blending in at a strip club. your mission was to seduce a certain man in this timeline, to get him away from getting accompanied and meeting another guy. you and tiger would dress as strippers, pretend to be workers, and josh, accompanied with wolf, would pretend to be regulars, just to help the mission go smoothly and make sure you girls didn't get the wrong attention.

what you were wearing, however, did get attention. in josh's pants.

he didn't see what you were wearing until he got into the club with wolf, seeing you next to tiger, trying to look like you weren't nervous. he scanned every inch of your body.

he knew he shouldn't be thinking of you like this. you were his friend. he shouldn't be looking at his friend, eyes full of lust, wondering how good it'd feel to have your hips bouncing back and forth on his cock.

he shouldn't be looking at your outfit, scanning your thighs and how plush they looked against your tight outfit. he shouldn't be looking at how your outfit hugged your hips and chest, breasts threatening to spill out.

he knew you had to wear this outfit to blend in, but fuck, it made his job hard. his dick, too. he tried to shift around, his erection twitching in his pants whenever he saw you.

he had to take care of this. now.

he walked up to you, looking nervous as ever.

“dude, we gotta go. now. need help.” he looked at you. you looked back at him, confused. what was going on with him? he had been staring at you the whole time you were here. did you do something? was he trying to start something? what was-

then you looked down.

oh.

“are you fucking hard right now?” you asked him.

he looked down, almost in shame. he didn’t say anything.

something clicked in your brain. he had come up to you, all desperate and in need.

you were the one in control now.

you smiled.

“i gotta tell tiger i’m talking to someone. i’ll help you josh.” you traced his jawline with your finger as you walked away to find tiger to tell her you wouldn’t be in the main room for awhile, to which she nodded. you came back, a mischievous grin on your face.

“let’s go to my car, i’ll take care of you.” you whispered in his ear. he felt his erection get even harder, if that was even possible. he needed a release. now.

the car was too far away. “need help. now. can’t get t’ the car.” he whimpered.

you swayed your hips as you and him kept walking outside the strip club. you had an idea.

“well, you’ll just have to be a good boy and be quiet, then.”

he swore he almost came in his pants when you said that.

“yes, i’ll be a good boy. i can be quiet. i’ll be such a good boy for you. promise.” he whimpered as you walked to a nearby abandoned alleyway. sure, it was public, but the car was so far away. you wanted this now, too. you couldn’t wait either.

your hand lightly traced over his throbbing erection in his pants, to which he let out a loud whimper.

“are we gonna have a problem with noise?” you cooed, tracing his cock with your fingers. he shook his head, determined.

“please, no, we won’t. i-i’ll be a good boy.” he whimpered quietly, grinding into your hand. “please, just touch me.”

your hand dipped into his pants as he leaned against the wall if the alleyway. he could feel his member twitch once you ever so slightly touched it with your fingertips.

“please.” he begged as he pulled his pants and boxers down, finally giving you a look at his cock. you hate to admit that you did catch yourself staring. how could you not? it was hard and leaking precum just for you.

your hand wrapped around it, slowly pumping it, which the moans started to roll in. he couldn’t help himself. josh started moaning, trying to be as quiet as possible, but failing in the process. you quickly took your other hand and threw it over his mouth.

“since we can’t be quiet, i’ll give you a fucking way to be quiet.” you said in a low voice, reaching into a nearby box that had caught your attention earlier. it was definitely from the strip club: it had all sorts of sex toys, rope, and everything like that.

your eyes shot to one component of the box: a muzzle.

you hoped this would keep him quiet.

“what…what’re you doing?” he asked as you picked up the muzzle from the box.

“well, good boys are able to be quiet. good boys don’t have to be restricted.”

“good boys.” you continued as you snapped the muzzle on his face. “don’t have to be told to be quiet. like you have to.”

he tried to argue, but could barely be heard because of the muzzle. your hand went back down to his aching cock.

“now, you’re gonna be a good boy and you’re gonna be quiet for me. understood?” you stated as you started slowly pumping your fist down his length.

he nodded vigorously.

“good. now let me play with this pretty cock.” you started to quicken your pace, your thumb rubbing over his tip every now and them, making him see stars. he started to thrust his hips into your hand, practically using it as a fleshlight.

as you kept pumping your fist around him, his thrusts got even faster, more desperate. he started to moan softly.

“are you close, pretty boy?” you asked, not slowing down on your attack to his cock. he nodded. you took your hand away from his length, to which he whined at.

“sit down on the floor.” you demanded, which he immediately listened to, spreading his legs as he sat. you sat down on him, clothed cunt on top if his pulsing cock.

“want me to fuck you? want me to ride and bounce on your cock until you cum in my pussy?” you asked. he nodded, trying to make noice through the muzzle, but to little success.

thankfully, you got the message, taking everything off. your sopping pussy resting on his cock, begging to be filled.

“i’ll fuck you. fuck your fucking brains out. m’ gonna make you cum so hard josh.” you said, lining up yourself with his cock, resting the tip against your entrance.

he started whining more and more, desperate to be inside of you.

“fine, i’ll give you what you fucking want.” you said, taking his cock in one go, getting all the way to the base. you had to admit, that felt really fucking good. you wouldn’t be surprised if you came soon as well.

you started to get into a rhythm, bouncing up and down, grinding on his cock. you had to stop yourself from making loud moans, trying your best to conceal them under strings of curses. the way his cock hit every spot inside you made you feel like you were in heaven. his cock fit perfect into your tight walls, like a hand in a glove.

you felt him start to thrust up into you, catching you off guard. you let out a whimper, barely being able to contain yourself. you started to ride him faster, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.

“josh, shit. m’ gonna cum. fuck.” you whispered. he let out a quiet moan through the muzzle, letting you know he was close too. “gonna cum on your cock.”

after one thrust in particular, he hit a certain spot in you, one that made you lean into his shoulder to muffle your moans as you came, your tight walls suffocating his cock, practically begging for him to release. after a few sparratic thrusts, he came, oozing cum into your cunt. he moaned. loud.

once you both had caught your breaths, you lifted yourself up, watching the mix of cum gush out of your sopping cunt. you took the muzzle off of his face, holding his cheek.

“you okay? i know that was a little rough.” you asked, hoping you didn’t cross any lines.

“god that was so fucking hot. holy shit. i loved that.” he smiled, sitting up straight and pulling up his boxers. “you’re so hot. thank you so much.”

“you’re not too bad yourself. i wouldn’t be opposed to doing that again some other time.” you smiled at him, putting your outfit back on.

“next time please sit on my face.” he offered. you looked back at him. he was serious. you were caught a bit off guard.

“u-uh, sure. i’d love that.” you helped him up, buckling his pants back. “we gotta get back, though.” you planted a kiss on his cheek as you took his hand back into the strip club.

.

.

“finally! where the hell have you been? thought we lost you.” tiger threw her hands up in exasperation, looking at you. she looked down, seeing hand prints bruising by your thighs.

“someone get a little busy?” she asked in a mocking tone.”

“oh, you have no idea.” you replied with a dopey smile.

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a/n: sry this is kinda short :p had a bit of a dom reader today. hope this wasnt too bad!!

[cummin-n-cryin]

could we get like a floyd version of the jade camping trip? like similar themes but just floyd?

~Thank you for your request!

The Camping Trip - Part 2

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Tw: Dubcon, Nsfw, drugging/aphrodisiac, yandere???, reader gets injured, there's blood, lemme know if I missed anything!

Wordcount: 6,423

Side Note: OMG I'm so sry for taking forever to write things! I ended up getting into a really bad writing slump but I'm feeling a lot better now and I'm gonna try writing a whole lot more. Sry if this sucks!

You had been wanting to spend some time alone.

The craziness of NRC was slowly getting to you and you just really needed a break. It took you awhile to rack your brain for ideas on how exactly you could take such a break. It wasn't until you had listened to Ruggie tell you about the plants and herbs he likes to collect from the mountains that you suddenly came up with an idea.

There was only one problem with your idea.

Headmage Crowley.

"I will not allow you to go camping in the woods all by yourself!" Crowley said with a huff. You crossed your arms looking annoyed at the masked man, "Why not? I'm perfectly capable of surviving out there! Or are you just upset that you won't have someone to do all your work for you for a week?"

Crowley huffed in annoyance, his feathers seemingly ruffled. "I'm sure you are very capable and I am not at all upset!" Crowley said defensively. "I just cannot allow you to go out on your own. You are magicless and what if you hurt yourself? Ah! I feel faint just imagining all the terrible things that could happen to you out there!" Crowley said while dramatically leaning back in his chair.

You sighed as you decided it'd be better to just leave at this point. "At least take one person with you!" Crowley yelled as you shut the door to his office.

Well, he didn't say you couldn't go on your camping trip. Though, while you hate to admit it, the Headmage was kind of right. What if you did get hurt? How would you get help? Yeah, you have your phone but who knows if anyone will actually answer in time or if the reception will even work out there.

You slowly made your way back to Ramshackle. On the way you thought of who you should bring with you.

Obviously, you weren't bringing Ace, Deuce or Grim. Those three are partly the reason you need a break in the first place!

Sebek wasn't a bad choice but you'd rather not listen to him ramble on about Malleus. After thinking of a couple more people, you eventually decided on either Jack or Ruggie.

Ruggie was good for his knowledge on the mountain plants and cooking but Leona almost always has Ruggie running around doing things for him so, he probably wouldn't agree to go with you.

Jack, on the other hand, seemed like a much better option. He's strong and reliable and unlike some people, he wouldn't do anything stupid.

You're quickly thrown out of your thoughts when you accidently walk into someone. You quickly try to apologize only to be interrupted by a loud drawn out, "Shrimpy~!"

He hugged you tightly, a bit too tightly. "Ha- Floyd," you wheeze out. Floyd laughed a bit before releasing you, "So, what's got ya so distracted, hm?"

You question whether you should really tell him but quickly decide there's no real harm in telling him the truth. With a sigh, you tell him how you convinced Crowley to let you go camping out in the woods for a week however, you have to bring at least one person with you.

"Ooooh sounds fun~ Who do you plan on bringing with you?" Floyd asks with a lazy smile on his lips. You take a moment to think, "Well, I'm thinking of bringing Jack-"

"Jack?" Floyd interrupts sounding surprised.

"Uh, yeah Jack," you say cautiously. Floyd suddenly grabs your shoulders, "No bring me! I wanna go, I wanna go! You gotta bring me with you!" he bursts out.

Out of all the people you could bring, Floyd was definitely on the lower end of the list.

Ever since that one time you met him in alchemy class, you've tried your best to avoid him but when you really think about it, out of everyone, he's the one most likely to just up and leave if he gets bored enough and well, Crowley can't make a fuss because technically you did bring someone with you. He didn't mention anything about that person actually staying with you.

So, it was decided. "Yeah, I guess you can come along then."

"Yay!" Floyd says with a large grin on his face. "Oh, I gotta go tell Azul," he suddenly says before running off. "Bye, bye shrimpy!" He waved while running to what you assumed was the direction of the Mostro Lounge.

You shook your head, "What a weirdo."

Walking in the woods with Floyd was quite the troublesome experience. He'd frequently say he was too tired of carrying his stuff and just give it to you to carry while he ran off somewhere, or he'd try dragging you somewhere off the path with him to go and explore whatever it is that caught his eye.

It was annoying to repeatedly tell Floyd that he can go exploring later after you two have set up the camp.

When you eventually found a good spot to set up you let out a sigh of relief. Finally, you can relax.

Except Floyd has run off again leaving you to set up the camp all by yourself. It's kind of nice to see Floyd so excited to run around and explore but he could at least help you a little bit!

As you're busy regretting your decision to bring Floyd with you, you hear a rustling noise and what sounds like footsteps behind you. Oh great, Floyd's come back to bother you again. Instead of turning to greet him, you try to focus on hammering the stupid tent into the ground.

But something feels off.

You grow nervous. Floyd would have said something dumb by now. You turn around only to see...

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Nothing.

Looking around, you found you were completely alone. You walked around the area trying to see if Floyd was nearby but no matter where you looked you didn't see any trace of him.

You started to question if it was even Floyd at all. It could've just been an animal, would've been some heavy footsteps for an animal though. Or it was Floyd and you just didn't hear him run off back into the woods?

Deciding that figuring this out wasn't worth your time, you turn to go back to the tents. That is until you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.

"AHHH!" you screamed before quickly turning around to hit whatever just grabbed your shoulder.

"Ahaha!" Floyd laughed as he quickly caught your hand.

"Shrimpy, what's got you so riled up, huh?" he asked while leaning close to your face. You quickly pulled your arm out of his grip, "Floyd! Don't scare me like that."

He laughed, "Sorry shrimpy but I got you a gift~" he said while holding his "gift" up for you to see.

"Put that down!" you yell.

Floyd pouts, "Awww, shrimpy doesn't like my gift?" he says while the rabbit he's holding tries to escape his grip. "No, I don't! Put them back where you found them!"

With a sigh, Floyd relents and drops the poor rabbit watching it run off into the woods. You go back to working on the tents as Floyd either watches you work or runs off somewhere again.

Once the tents are finished you look up to the sky. You got plenty of daylight left to mess around and you tell Floyd. With a sharp-toothed grin, Floyd grabs your hand and runs off into the woods with you.

Floyd shows you some of the cool things he found while you were busy. Mostly it's stuff he thinks would be cool to climb or interesting looking plants before he suddenly darts off in a random direction.

You try to follow him but he's fast and you quickly lose track of him. You keep running in the direction you thought he went only to stumble upon a lake.

Looking around, you don't see him anywhere nearby. You kick rocks around as you follow the edge of the lake. It's a nice view that's for sure.

Bending down, you pick up a small rock. It has a semi smooth surface and you decide out of boredom to throw it into the lake. The small splashing noise is satisfying to hear but then you hear a much louder splashing sound coming from somewhere in the lake.

You turn to look at where you think the splashing noise is coming from only to get drenched in water.

A loud boisterous laugh echoes in your ears as you try to get the lake water out of your eyes. You look down to see Floyd in his merform. He's still giggling as you look down at him in irritation. While it's not the first time you've seen him in his more eel-like form, it's still a bit of a surprise whenever you do get to see it.

"Hehehe~ I got you a better gift this time shrimpy," Floyd says holding up a fairly large fish. "And what do you expect me to do with it?" you ask while hesitantly touching the fish to see if it was still alive.

He looks at you blankly, "Uhh, cook it?" You huff a laugh, "You want me to cook it after you left me to set up the entire camp by myself?" Floyd grins up at you, "Ah, shrimpy you're not mad at me, are you?"

"Maybe I am," you say as you turn to leave. You hear him flounder for something to say before feeling a hand grab the back of your shirt. You're pulled backwards and you thrash around as the cold water seeps through your clothes. You feel Floyd's chest pressing into your back as he hugs you tightly.

"Let me go, the water's cold!" you yell as you thrash around in his grip. His grip only tightens in response, "Aha~ shrimpy, if you keep moving around so much, I might just drag you to the deepest part of this lake and leave you there."

His threat made you still your movement. It became oddly quiet after that and in the silence you became very aware of not only the sounds of the water around you but of how Floyd was holding you.

You became far too aware of the feeling of his chest pressing into your back each time he breathed. You could feel his arms just slightly loosen around you, seemingly knowing that you had no plans of escaping any time soon. You weren't sure why of all times now he had to get all touchy with you and if you could complain you would, but you don't.

While Floyd seemed to be having a good time holding you in his arms, you just wanted to get it over with. You were only growing colder and in his eel form he didn't produce much body heat.

Suddenly, he moves his head near yours. You can feel his breath ghost over your ear as he whispers from behind you, "You're so small shrimpy~"

You let out an annoyed sigh, "Pretty much everyone's small compared to you Floyd." He lets out a light laugh in response as he finally lets you go.

You quickly crawl out of the cold water. Looking back, you see Floyd gazing up at the sky seemingly lost in thought. "I'm heading back to camp. Have fun doing whatever you're doing," you say before leaving.

Thankfully, it's not too long of a walk before you end up back at the camp. You go into your tent and quickly change your clothes.

You don't sit around and wait for Floyd, instead you busy yourself with making a campfire and fixing up things around the camp.

It's not until the sun begins to set that you see Floyd again.

"Shrimpy!" you hear Floyd yell. You turn and see him running up to you with a fish in his hand. You recognize it as his "gift" to you or maybe it's a different fish, you can't really tell.

Floyd surprisingly helps to cook the fish with very little fuss or complaint. While you both wait for the fish to cook, you snack on random things you brought with you and Floyd ends up pulling out a couple books from his backpack.

"Ugh, Jade kept botherin' me with these stupid books," Floyd says, briefly opening the books only to toss them on the ground next to him. Curiously looking over at the books, you see that they're nothing too special, just some basic hiking safety books along with some books about flora and fauna.

"You know, they are useful," you say before gazing back at the campfire. "Are they?" he asks, picking one of the books off the ground and flipping through the pages.

You grow quiet as you get lost in your thoughts.

"Ow!" you yell as something hits your back. You turn to see Floyd had thrown the book at you. Before you say anything, Floyd asks, "Are you trying to bore me?" he looks at you blankly, making it hard to tell what he's feeling.

You aren't sure what to say. He isn't wrong. You did invite him because you knew that out of everyone he's the one who would ditch you the fastest if he got bored enough but were you really going to tell him that? Maybe telling him that would be a good idea? Maybe he'd finally go away so you can actually relax for once.

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd eventually go away so I could relax." you didn't intend to sound so harsh but you felt it was kind of justified considering his behavior so far.

Floyd doesn't respond, instead he stares at the fire. You slowly grow concerned at his lack of a response. Did you make him upset? Was he mad at you?

You become more worried as each second passes and when he stands up you almost believe that he was about to make his threat at the lake a reality.

"Alright," Floyd says before walking off.

"Wha- Where are you going?" you ask confused. "I'm leaving so you can relax," he responds simply before disappearing into the woods.

You make no move to stop him. He didn't appear to be upset or angry at least. You then look up gazing at the stars above you before looking back into the direction he walked off. You know he's capable of defending himself but still...

You couldn't help but worry a little bit about him.

Two days pass and still there's no sign of Floyd.

You're glad that you can finally spend time by yourself but you're also worried about where Floyd had gone. You hope that he just went back to NRC but you can never be sure with someone like him.

It doesn't help that only yesterday you found out just how bad the reception was out here. Which was only made worse when it started to rain. Thankfully, it was just a light drizzle but still, you'd have to be much more careful walking around and exploring now that everything was wet.

Wandering around the woods after it had rained was nice. The smell of the tree's wet bark along with the other plant life was strong and the wind was crisp. It was refreshing.

You end up walking on a particularly thin trail. It wasn't hard to navigate but considering that to your left there was a steep drop off, you'd have to be careful walking. You wouldn't die by any means but it'd be quite the tumble if you did fall down. With all the rocks and trees around you could really hurt yourself.

Trying your best to be careful, you take slow and cautious steps. Out of everything, the leaves on the ground were currently your worst enemy. You've already slipped a few times from those damn wet leaves. It seems no matter how careful you are these leaves were planning your demise.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard crunching sounds near you. Looking around, you don't see anything. You quickly assume it was probably just an animal or something. Shaking your head, you go back to walking.

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It feels like your heart just stopped beating.

You're breath is caught in your throat and you can feel your hair standing on end.

You feel a pair of hands resting on your shoulders.

Suddenly, the hands harshly grip you and before you can turn around or react, they roughly shove you to the left.

You roll down the steep slope of the mountain. As you roll down, just briefly, you swear you could see something blue.

Desperately, you try to grab onto anything around you to stop yourself from tumbling. Your fingers dig into the ground yet it does little to stop you. You panic as you quickly lose your sense of direction.

Colliding roughly into a rock, you wheeze as your breath is harshly knocked out of you. You try to regain your breathing only to find it extremely painful to do so. The right side of your ribs throb painfully with each little breath you take. You attempt to move your body but you find that the only thing you can move without being in pain is your left arm. Carefully, you touch your ribs and shakily move your hand to your eyes, you see blood.

You grunt as you place your arm back on the ground. You decide it's best to stop moving at all as with each movement you just feel worse and worse. You briefly close your eyes.

Each time you open your eyes you find it more and more difficult to do so. You can hear the sound of crunching leaves nearby and as the darkness consumes your vision, you swear you see a glimpse of familiar turquoise hair.

You wake sluggishly.

As you slowly open your eyes, you almost instantly recognize your surroundings. You're in your tent. But, how?

You try to sit up only to feel a searing pain in your ribs. Okay, well you're definitely not getting up any time soon.

Carefully, you try to observe what parts of you that you can. You find that your arms are covered in bandages. You make an attempt to observe the rest of your body and through a bit of slight painful maneuvering, you finally get the blanket off of you. Much like your arms, your legs have bandages on them as well and of course your ribs have been wrapped in bandages.

Unfortunately, you also discover that apart from the blanket covering you, the only other thing covering you was your underwear.

You gently place the blanket back over yourself. You wanted to thank whoever had helped you but couldn't they have at least put your shirt back on?

You wonder if the person who helped you was someone you knew or not. There's a lot of people who go wandering around the woods so who knows, it could be a random passerby or it could be someone from the college. Well, whoever it may be they seem to be quite experienced in wrapping injuries.

The pain in your ribs knocks you out of your thoughts and you wonder if the person who helped you will come back or not. You let out a shaky sigh and decide to rest up a bit more.

Closing your eyes you slowly fall asleep.

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You feel like you just closed your eyes as you suddenly wake again.

The crunching of leaves can be heard outside your tent. You grow nervous as you hear the footsteps approach your tent.

You're suddenly blinded by the bright light from outside. You rub your eyes and you finally see the person who helped you.

"Goddamn it," you grumble out.

"Wakey, wakey little shrimpy~" Floyd says, peering down at your disheveled form.

He approaches you, kneeling down next to you he shoves a bowl of... something in your face. It appears to be some kind of soup. You look up questioningly at Floyd, all he does is smile at you as you cautiously grab the bowl.

You won't lie, the soup does smell quite good but knowing Floyd, you can't ever trust him with these kinds of things.

"What is it?" you ask as you imagine all the terrible things he could have put in this mysterious soup.

"Soup!" he responds simply, still giving you the same bright smile. You roll your eyes, "Yeah I can see that but what kind of soup is it?" Floyd shrugs, "I dunno. I just put a bunch of good stuff in it."

Of course. You sigh and place the bowl next to you; you'll eat it later...

"Oh! I need to check your injuries now," Floyd says before trying to pull the blanket off of you. "Hey!" you yell as you try to pull it back on you. Floyd grabs the blanket while giving you an annoyed look, "Let me see."

You can't keep pulling the blanket towards you as your rib starts throbbing in pain. You're embarrassed to let him see you in your underwear but you'd rather not be in pain so, you finally relent and let him pull the blanket off of you.

Floyd's face is blank as he looks over the bandages. He touches here and there, occasionally causing you to hiss in pain. When he gets to your ribs, he seems to really take his time.

You almost feel like he's caressing your ribs with the way he seems to be so slowly running his fingers over the bandages. You don't say anything as you just want to get it over with but when his hand slowly makes its way from your ribs to your stomach, you can't hold your tongue.

"Your hands are cold," you grumble. Floyd quickly moves his hand back to your ribs, "Aha~ sorry shrimpy."

"Are you done touching me?" you ask annoyed. Floyd pouts, "Aww, I thought for a moment shrimpy liked me touching them like this."

You feel your face heat up at his words, "Wha- No I don't! Why are you even touching my ribs so much for, huh?!"

Floyd looks at you irritated, "I was just tryin' to see if it was broken!"

You huff a laugh, "Oh sure~ Was it really for no other reason?" you say tauntingly.

You see a light blush settle on his cheeks as he looks away from you. You hate to admit it but he honestly looks kind of cute when he's flustered. It almost makes you forget that this man likes to beat people up for fun.

"Well thanks for bandaging me I guess," you mutter. His mood quickly changes, "Oh, I didn't fix you up," he says nonchalantly.

What?

"Then who-"Anyway!" Floyd interrupts you. "Seems like you're fine." He stands up, "Make sure to eat your soup, it'll make ya feel better!" he says before leaving your tent.

You're at a loss for words but decide that you don't actually care all that much. Whatever, he can keep his secrets. You're way too tired and in pain to care about it.

Looking over, you see the bowl of soup. It looks okay and it smells okay so.. it can't be that bad, right?

Against your better judgement you take a sip.

Oh! It actually tastes good?

It kind of tastes like a regular chicken soup, just a little more... earthy? There's definitely a couple of ingredients you don't recognize but, it tastes good so you won't complain.

When you awake the next day you feel much better.

Though you do feel a bit hot but it could just be the weather. At least you're able to breathe a bit easier and you can move a bit more but you're still careful not to move too much.

You remember that Floyd had to change your bandages last night. Dark purple and blue bruises were scattered around your body along with scrapes and cuts from your fall.

Your torso however, was quite a sight. The skin on the right side of your rib cage looked almost black and if you didn't know any better, you'd think your rib was broken or shattered. Thankfully, Floyd reassured you that as far as he can tell it's only the worst bruise you've probably ever had in your entire life.

Looking down at your newer bandages you can see how rushed they look compared to when you first woke up. If he really was telling the truth about someone else wrapping you up then...

You sigh to yourself. It's not that important, you're alive and getting better, that's what matters. Though you still wished he'd give you a shirt or at least something else other than the blanket to cover yourself with.

Thinking back to Floyd, you grow a bit worried about him. So far, he has only entered your tent to give you soup to eat and the occasional random snack. What you were really concerned about was how he seemed to be growing more and more nervous around you. He would often glance to the side or clench and unclench his hands, it worried you to see him like this.

It was dusk when Floyd walked into your tent with a bag of snacks in hand, he handed them to you. You thanked him before asking, "Floyd, are you alright?"

He paused for a moment before laughing, "Aww~ Is shrimpy worried about me? Don't worry about me I'm okay~"

"Your hands are shaking," you say pointedly. Indeed, his hands were shaking. You see his eyes widen briefly, "Ah- Well, we're going back to the college tomorrow."

Oh, you didn't even realize so many days had passed. So much for a relaxing trip. At least your injury will take some time to fully heal so, hopefully you'll get a small break.

"That doesn't explain why you seem so nervous," you say. Floyd's fingers twitch and he seems to bite his lip. He finally sighs before sitting down next to you. After a brief moment of silence, he giggles, "I want you."

"What?" you ask stunned.

You grow nervous as he continues, "Ever since I met you that one time in alchemy class, I've been thinking about you so much. I always see you hanging out with Crab and Mackerel and I just- I wanna squeeze 'em so bad aha~"

He puts his head in his hands, "I really like spending time with you even if we're not really doing anything interesting. I just feel so happy being around you~"

Floyd sighs as he looks up to the roof of the tent, "For a long time I couldn't figure out why I was like this around ya. I had a couple of ideas but when we were at the lake, I finally realized..."

He turns and looks at you with a sickly sweet smile and dark hooded eyes, "I'm in love with you."

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You're at a loss for words.

"It's okay shrimpy, you don't gotta say nothin', it doesn't matter much anyway," he laughs.

You're confused and even more so when you realize just how warm your skin feels. Floyd nears you and your breath catches in your throat.

He reaches out and gingerly touches your shoulder. His touch is as light as a feather yet it sends your mind spiraling and you shudder. Unsure of what to do, you tightly grab his arm.

You're stuck between wanting to push him away and wanting to bring him closer. Deep down you know you should push him away but you also want to place his hand against your heated skin, to lean forward and brush your lips against his.

"What are you doing to me?" you whisper breathlessly as you gaze into his mismatched eyes. Floyd laughs, "Hmm, I dunno~ Maybe this?"

He carefully moves his hand from your shoulder and with a gentleness you didn't think he was capable of, he lightly grips your jaw. He leans towards you; you can feel his breath ghost over your lips before he finally kisses you. Anything left of your resolve shatters as you desperately kiss him back. His lips are soft against your own but you want more, so much more.

Much to your dismay, he pulls away only to roughly push you down forcing you to lay back on the ground. You wheeze a bit as your rib throbs in pain from the sudden movement.

"Sorry shrimpy. I'll try to be more careful," he says before leaning towards you again but he doesn't kiss you, instead, you feel his breath against your ear as he whispers, "I can't make any promises though~" His voice sends a shiver down your spine and you can't tell whether it's from anticipation or fear.

Floyd quickly kisses you again, much rougher this time. You run your hands through his soft turquoise locks as you pull him closer to you. You gingerly open your lips and he greedily accepts your invitation, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

It's strange, you don't know why you feel so strongly for him all of a sudden. All you've ever felt towards him was annoyance.

Annoyance at how loud he was, at how he would change moods at the bat of an eye, and annoyance at how he would always try to interact with you.

Whenever you crossed paths with him he would always try to touch you in some way whether it be trying to hold your hand, hug you, or just glide his fingers across your shoulder in passing while inviting you to come visit him at the Mostro Lounge.

"I got a special seat saved just for you shrimpy~" he'd say while giving you a wink. It annoyed you greatly back then. Though, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel something for him.

You'd always push the feeling away, never wanting to acknowledge even the slightest possibility that maybe, just maybe, you were slowly falling in love with him.

But now?

Pulling away from the kiss you look at him.

A light blush has settled on Floyd's face, his hair and clothes are disheveled, his lips are wet and his mismatched eyes gaze back at you questioningly. Your heart lurches in your chest at the sight and you can't stop yourself from speaking.

"I love you Floyd," you whisper.

Perhaps it was the heat that was slowly taking over your mind or perhaps it was something else that made the words spill from your mouth so easily but it felt like the truth when you said it.

Floyd's eyes widen, "Really?" You let out a light laugh as you place your hand against his cheek, "Yeah, really."

He looks off to the side nervously, "So, I didn't need to drug your soup then?"

For a moment you snap out of your lustful haze, "What?"

He suddenly grabs your face forcing you to look at him, "Forget it shrimpy. It's not important. Just focus on me." Your mind goes blank as he quickly kisses you again.

The kiss is brief and as he pulls away you reach out to pull him back but he pushes your hands away as he sits up. You realize why as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up and off of him.

Your heart races in your chest and you can feel your face grow hotter as you openly stare at his body. It's easy for you to forget just how well defined his body is as the loose-fitting clothing he regularly wears easily conceals his physique.

You take in a shaky breath as his hand caresses your cheek before gently moving down to your neck. His fingers lightly graze your collar bone before resting there. You can't tell exactly what he's thinking but he seems almost... hesitant to continue. You decide to try and help him out.

Carefully, you reach out and grasp the hem of his pants, lightly tugging them down. Floyd lets out a breathless laugh, "Gettin' impatient, huh shrimpy? That's okay, so am I~" He grabs his pants and pulls them down. You can see his arousal practically begging to be let out of his boxers.

Before he can even think of trying to stop you, you quickly slip your hand into his boxers. Floyd gasps and almost falls on top of you as you lightly squeeze his semi-hard cock.

"Ah! You're so mean shrimpy~!" he whines out as your hand lightly squeezes around his girth. You gently stroke him, feeling his cock throb in your hand as he becomes more aroused. He hisses, biting his bottom lip as he tries to stop himself from thrusting into your hand. His eyes close and his breaths grow heavy as you continue to touch him.

Suddenly he pulls your hand off of him. You recoil thinking that perhaps you went too far if the annoyed expression on his face was anything to go by. You then gasp in surprise as he grabs your underwear and tries to tear it off of you. Embarrassed, you try to close your legs but Floyd tightly grips your thighs forcing your legs open.

Almost instantly, his annoyed expression is replaced with a lazy smirk as he gazes down at you. You feel his fingers graze your entrance, "Do ya really want me that bad shrimpy~?" he asks.

You hold your breath as you feel him push a finger into you. "Y-yes," you moan out as you feel him add another finger. He scissors your insides and you groan for more. He merely laughs at your desperation as he leans over you. You can feel his chest press against yours as he places gentle kisses against your neck. He's so close, so close to giving you what you want. His fingers aren't enough and you tell him as much.

He sighs, "Okaaay~ Just for you," he says as he pulls his fingers out of your slick hole.

Reaching down, he grasps his cock. He strokes himself, spreading your slick/slickness/wetness(?) across his length before lining himself up with your entrance. You both moan as his cock finally slips inside you. The feeling of your wet hot walls being stretched to accommodate his cock made your eyes roll.

Slowly, he thrusts into you trying his best not to hurt you. Each movement making his cock sink deeper and deeper inside you. He presses featherlight kisses against your neck, occasionally nipping your skin with his sharp teeth. You wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get more comfortable.

With your desperate moans encouraging him to continue, it doesn't take too long for you to hit the base of his shaft. Still, Floyd is careful. Slowly thrusting in and out of you as you moan at the feeling of his thick cock filling you up with each agonizingly slow thrust.

While you're glad he's trying to make sure you're comfortable, you're slowly growing impatient. You sharply thrust your hips into his to show him as much and he suddenly stills. He looks down at you with a knowing grin. "Ha~ You should be more careful shrimpy. I might not be able to hold myself back~" he warns.

"Unless, that's what you want?" he asks, licking his lips as he gazes at you with a strange look in his eyes. "Maybe I do," you whisper as you pull him towards you and kiss him, lightly biting his lip.

He pulls away from the kiss with a soft laugh and his grip on you suddenly tightens. Almost instantly, Floyd wraps his arms around you, tightly pulling you into his chest. It almost feels as if you're being constricted.

You feel him breathing against your neck as his hips snap into you, you loudly cry out as he begins a brutal pace. Your nails dig into his back and your legs tighten around his waist pulling him deeper inside you. The feeling of being practically crushed against Floyd as he thrusted into you, like it was the last time he'd ever fuck you, made your head spin.

As he continued to ram himself into you, pleasure wasn't the only thing you felt. A slow throbbing pain was slowly building in the right side of your ribs.

His harsh thrusts and the way he was squeezing you so tightly against himself was greatly irritating to your badly bruised ribs.

"Floyd-" you gasp out as the pain intensifies, digging your nails even deeper into his back to try and get his attention. He doesn't seem to notice, far too focused on the feeling of your warm walls squeezing around him.

Despite the growing pain, you can feel yourself nearing your climax. Pain and pleasure becoming blurred in your mind as Floyd continues his bruising pace.

You feel tears in your eyes as you tighten around his cock and after a few more particularly harsh thrusts, you cum. You cry out as you reach your climax and your legs tighten around Floyd as you arch your back into him.

Floyd's breathing is shaky and his thrusts quickly become uneven as you squeeze around him. You can tell he's nearing his own end and just when you're glad he'll finally let you go he suddenly bites you... hard.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as his sharp teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder. He lets out a deep guttural moan as he finally spills inside you.

Hot tears run down your face as you try to push him off of you, the pain becoming far too much for you. Floyd pulls away from your shoulder, shakily holding himself up. You watch as he licks your blood from his lips.

He gently cups your cheek with his hand, thumbing away your tears, he leans down and places a delicate kiss upon your lips. You can taste your blood.

As he pulls away he looks down at you with a large grin, "You're so cute shrimpy and you taste so nice too~" You only mumble in response, closing your eyes.

You're far too exhausted to entertain him in conversation. Being basically crushed by him and then being bitten like that wasn't something you were quite prepared for.

Floyd lets out an annoyed sigh, "Fine, you can sleep but when you wake up again you better be ready for me~♡"

[brendanbrissonwh0re2]

Tolerate it. (Luke Hughes)

based off the song tolerate it by Taylor Swift.

CW: reader is younger (18)

((( background: Luke and i had met when he first moved to jersey i ran into him at the grocery store... long story short that day started the worst relationship of my life.)))

I woke up to the worst nightmare i have ever had i took one look at luke and it made me relax waking up in the middle of the night and watching luke breathing with his eyes closed always helped me feel better, not many had known about our relationship luke has always told me that people might find it weird that were dating because im so much younger than him but i never cared about our age gape i know luke loves me. He's older than me so he knows more i wont tell anyone about our relationship plus he tells me the fans will hate on us.

((the next morning))

" good morning babe" i say to luke as im cooking egg's he doesn't respond just walks past me. "how was your sleep" i ask, once again no response...

" i gotta go do practice babe, do you mind cleaning up while im gone this place is in a mess" he says "yeah of course i can, have a good practice" "yeah ok" after luke leaves i spend hours cleaning the apartment just so i can please him. i was so excited for today because it was our 1 year anniversary, but he doesn't seem to care too much...

((6:00pm))

I started on dinner, i made luke favorite chicken pasta i used the fancy plates too.

By the time luke gets home it was about 6:30 i stand by the door waiting him " mm babe you made my favorite, but why did you use the fancy plates you know we only use those for special occasions" "luke you're joking right" i say, no way he forgot our anniversary "joking about what?" he responds "luke you forgot about our anniversary" i say in disbelief tears threaten to fall from my waterline "what no babe our anniversary is next month you've got it wrong somehow" " no i don't have it wrong, its today" i say "ok y/n chill no need to get upset just sit down and eat the food, our anniversary is next month,do you really think i would forget something so important" "you're right luke, so how was practice you came home quite late where were you?" “At practice?” He answered with an annoyed questioning tone “practice ran that late?” “YES Y/N PRACTICE RAN THAT LATE” he yells “ok” I respond quietly

After dinner

I was lying in bed while Luke was in the bathroom when I saw a text notification on his phone

From: Ava

Had a great time today ;)

As soon as I read that text my heart dropped

I heard Luke walk out of the bathroom and into his room I quickly throw down his phone with tears spilling out of my eyes. “Woah what’s wrong baby” Luke says with a look of fake concern on his face, “ YOU CHEATER” I yelled through tears. “IVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU LUKE, I COOK FOR YOU, I CLEAN FOR YOU, AND YOU JUST TOLERATE IT” I fully start to cry “y/n what are you talking about, are you ok?” While he’s talking I put on his shoes and head to the front door. “No luke I’m not ok, every time I point out something wrong in our relationship you call me crazy, or say it’s all in my head but it’s not, I knew you were cheating on me” “baby no I’m not cheating on you, what would make you think that?” Luke responds “really Luke if you’re not cheating on me than who is Ava” as soon as I said her name Luke stops and stares at me, he knows he guilty, he knows I’ve caught him. “I’m done Luke” I sigh and open his apartment door to leave.

A/n: this is lowkey bad sry it’s been awhile since I’ve wrote something 😭

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I can totally see her worrying about them because they both lose like their earpieces or something, and they have no contact with her until they get home after finishing the mission. obviously she was so scared for them, and they promise to be more careful. cue the cuddling, and very soft sweet sex. maybe some aftercare, Oscar seems like the type of guy to help his girl wash her hair in the bath, or shower just because he wants to help her take care of herself

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sry i took a bath and had dinner painted my nails n then removed it bc i messed it up. read more for 18+ content warning; hitman things

whoever they’re infiltrating jams their comms so they ditch just in case they can track the signal. they finish the mission and meet at the designated spot early, much to her relief. everything went fine for them other than the comms, they took out the target when he was alone in his bedroom and stashed his body in a chest in the closet to be found long after they’d all left. after they tell her everything that happened after comms went out, she’s satisfied that they’re okay. but still shaken up about having been without contact for awhile, unaware of what was happening and if she needed to go in too.

once they make it back to the safe house, she can’t keep her hands off them. at first, she tells them she needs to check for injuries, but as soon as she begins tracing a bruise on oscar’s rib cage, he has other ideas. he doesn’t want her thinking about them getting hurt, they only had to take down three guys to get in and stayed undetected for the remainder of the hit. so he distracts her with kisses, drawing her and lando into bed.

afterwards, oscar’s double checking that she’s okay while lando gets the shower ready. he washes her hair and tells lando to wash her body, so she just gets to stand there and relax while her very much alive and safe boys take care of her. she’d trace the bruises they might have gained from guards they fought, or in lando’s case bumping into something. despite being a hitman, he’s got a soft spot for them and wants to take care of them. he helps her get dressed after the shower and lets them crawl into bed together while he throws together a quick dinner to make sure they both eat.

he’d be up before them, make coffee, even though he doesn’t like it, and breakfast before he wakes them. maybe even brings them breakfast in bed before they have morning sex, then they’re flying out of the country before the safe house can be discovered.