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lovelytsunoda · 10 months

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sweet creature// pato o ward

summary: pato is in a romantic mood and wants to make love to his sweetheart around all of her favourite things.

pairing: pato o ward x female reader!

warnings: smut!! pato being an absolute sweetheart. he fucks her in front of a window so she can watch the sunset but the window doesn’t actually overlook and spots where they can be seen

authors note: why do I keep writing other stuff while the arthur leclerc first time fic rots in my drafts and the last two tina series fics are starting to collect dust-

all was calm and quiet in the reading room as she sat with her book, manicured fingers gently flipping the page before she turned to the end, trying not to read the last sentence as she counted how many pages she had left.

truth be told, the smut scenes in this book had been a little much for her. she loved the story and she loved the characters, but the rough intensity of the sex just wasn’t doing it for her. sure, it still had her clenching her thighs together, but if anyone ever spoke to her in the bedroom the way that the male lead spoke to his girlfriend, she was likely to burst out into tears.

sure, she and her boyfriend had experimented with tons things before and they’d probably had sex on almost every surface of the house, but the one reassuring constant was that pato always spoke to her like she was the most important person in the world, how he looked at her like she’d hung the moon, even when he was balls deep inside of her.

and how he was willing to recreate almost any scene in a romance book, putting his own little flair on every scene they tried.

she really didn’t know how she had gotten this lucky.

she had just turned back to the trials and tribulations of josh chen and jules ambrose when she felt two hands clamp down on her shoulders. she jumped, screaming as the book fell from her hands.

“patricio! what the fuck?”

behind her, pato laughed, coming around the ikea couch to settle in beside her, nuzzling his nose into her chest.

“you’re all sweaty.” she whined, but made no move to push him away. “what have I said about taking a shower when you were done conditioning?”

“I just wanted to see my girl.” pato argued halfheartedly, peppering kisses to her neck while he muttered sweet nothings in spanish. “I love you most.”

“love you too, darling.” she smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I’ve got a new book scene I wanna try.”

patos eyes lit up, and he sat ramrod straight before he leaned down to pick up the abandoned copy of ‘twisted hate’. “can i tell you something?”

“mhm.” she nodded, fingers playing with the hem of her sundress.

“I’ve read this one already.” pato laughed. “I borrowed a copy from coltons girlfriend.”

she laughed, brushing her hair behind her ear. “honey, why would you do that?”

“because I knew that you’d read the first two and I wanted to know why you loved them so much.”

“so you know what scene I want to try?”

“fuck yeah I do.” he grinned, scooping y/n into his arms as he gets up from the couch, spinning gently in a circle before placing her back on her feet, his hands sliding up the skirt of her dress to grip her ass gently. “lean back against the bookshelf, corazon.” he kissed her softly, his nose tracing a path across her skin until his warm breath touched her ear. “just let me make you feel good.”

she backed towards the bookshelf, pulling pato towards her by the hem of his workout shirt. feeling the shelf hit her back. she leaned up to kiss him, all tongue and teeth as his wandering hands gripped her skin, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“you’re so sexy.” pato muttered, trailing kisses across her collarbone as she moaned gently, resting her head against the ikea shelf, one leg curling around her lovers.

patos hand slipped between her legs, cupping her core in his palm, her breath hitching at the contact.

“I hear you, love. im right here, just relax for me.” pato murmured, hands slipping under the waistband of her floral panties as he sank to his knees.

he looked up at her with his wide, hazel eyes, hair mussed as he began to slowly trail her panties down her legs. the look in his eyes made her heart melt. the look of love, the look he gave her when he was so utterly smitten that he didn’t even have the words to explain it.

she rested one leg over his shoulder, her face flushed as pato threw her panties off to the side, the whole world shrinking down to the point where all that mattered was the two of them. he kissed up her thigh, gently massaging her skin with the hand that was holding her leg in place.

“babe, be careful, what if I lose my balance?” she laughed lightly, taking her fingers through his hair, using the other hand to hike up the skirt of her sundress.

“I’ll catch you before you hit the ground.”he answered matter of factly. “you know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

the moment his tongue touched where she needed him most, every worry or apprehensive thought evaporated. she leaned back against the bookshelf, moaning as her lover moved his tongue in slow, deliberate circles. she felt every sensation in nerves down to her toes.

as he picked up the pace, adjusting his angle to suck her clit into his mouth, she dropped the hem of her dress, nails scraping against particle board as she tried to keep herself steady.

“fuck, right there. god, I love your tongue.”

“it does so many wonderful things, doesn’t it?” pato laughed, pulling away to look up at her with a cheeky grin, his hair messy and staticky from the fabric of her dress.

“yes, now please put it back inside me.”

“you’re cute. I just want to give you things. like kisses and orgasms.” pato hummed, slipping his tongue between her folds, closing his eyes in a moment of bliss as he worked his tongue inside of her.

she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, gently grinding against patos face, his tongue still working in and out of her as one of his hands came up to hold hers, her fingernails digging into the back of his hand.

“oh, babe, I think I’m close.”

“just let go, darling. I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

pato held her tightly, moving her hips gently against his face as he helped her through her high, evidence of her orgasm coating his face as he let her go, placing her shaky leg back on the ground as he stood up, wiping his face off on the bottom of his workout shirt before kissing her softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” she laughed gently, pressing her body against his. he was hard, his cock poking at her body through his under armour sweats. “look at the sunset. it’s beautiful.”

pato smiled, pulling away from the hug to look out the picture window, where the sky was lit up in pink and orange as the sun began its descent. “it’s not as beautiful as you are.”

“aren’t you romantic.” she laughed, leaning over the back on the couch to watch the sun sink behind the trees, propping up her chin with her hand.

pato hugs her from behind, gently pressing kisses to her shoulders. “I have an idea.” he says in a sing-song tone.

“oh yeah?” she asks, a lilt of nonchalance in her voice as she places one of her hands over his. “what is it?”

“this.” pato says simply, pressing his hard on up against her bare ass, hiking her dress skirt up her waist. “let me make love to you in the sunlight, pretty girl. let me make you feel pretty.”

she giggled, leaning back against him as he started to undo the drawstring on his sweats. “take it away, lover boy.”

“with pleasure.”

he rolled his hips, slipping his cock inside of her in one solid movement. she braved her body against the back of the couch, their bodies illuminated by the setting sun as pato pulled her in by the waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“fuck, pato, I love your cock.” she moaned, reaching behind her head to tangle her fingers in his hair, bucking her hips back against his.

he kept the gentle, soothing pace, thumbs rubbing circles on her skin as he kissed her neck.

“te amo, querida” pato spoke soft, sucking a hickey into her neck.

they would keep it up until the sun went down, going for another round tangled in the plush blankets on the floor, staring at the stars and laughing about nothing and everything.

and she knew that this was the way she would want it to be forever.

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mykneeshurt · 11 months

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War

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Captain Price x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, dub/con bordering non/con, Price is not a good person in this fic, explicit smut, themes of coercion, allusions to torture

Please take note of warnings before you proceed, I am not responsible for the media you consume.

Waking up in the damp cell you heard faint shouting of your team mates in the distance. Wincing you tried to sit up but your muscles ached, throbbed with each minuscule movement. The pungent taste of iron seeped into your tongue, suffocating your tastebuds. Running your tongue around your mouth you counted all of your teeth, some more tender than others.

As your eyes adjusted to the cell you were able to make out a small window at the top of the rotting wall. Looked like evening time, the last of the suns rays kissed the brick, a faint hum of the light above you filled the short lived silence.

After you eventually managed to sit up you realised your hands were cuffed, tight at that. The steel cuffs bit into your wrists, staining your skin a crimson red. Your head throbbed from where you were hit with the butt of a gun. The blood had since coagulated and congealed where your scalp had been split open. Bastards.

The distant telling started again, you instantly recognised the voice. Cole. Your captain. He was being tortured, well that’s what you guessed from the noises he was making. Guttural, agonising screams, his voice was hoarse and brittle. Must have been going at it long before you woke up.

Panic began to set in, the last thing you remembered was working your way through an abandoned complex looking for your target.

John Price.

He used to be the captain of a well respected team, 141. That was until one of his own was killed, he flipped, lost who he was, what he was meant to stand for. All he cared about now was war.

He wanted to punish the US army who had hired his team. He wanted to cause as much chaos and destruction that he could. He didn’t care who got in his way anymore, completed blinded by anger and hurt. Nothing is more dangerous than someone who hasn’t got anything to lose. And in this case, he’d already lost everything.

Once you felt strong enough you tried to stand, your knees were weak, your tac pants stuck to your skin from the dried blood. As you hobbled around the cell you tried desperately to find a weakness in the structure. A loose brick, a screw, a bolt, anything you could use to your advantage.

But it seems this was at a loss, the walls looked rotten and decrepit when they were actually solid. Tears stung the backs of your eyes, threatening to fall over your blood stained cheeks. You slid back down the wall and curled into a ball. So this was it? This was how you were going to die.

You led pondering your fate for a while, trying to block out the screams of your teammates. You were surely next.

That’s when your door was unlocked, you shot upright, frantically wiping away the tears from your bloodshot eyes. The end of a cigar illuminated the darkness, the orange embers gave light to a bearded face staring at you from the abyss.

‘Mmm they did tell me you were a pretty one’ he hummed from the doorway. His voice was raspy as he chewed on the cigar. ‘Knew it was a good choice to keep you for myself.’ He stepped into the room, the door squeaking shut behind him.

‘Don’t you fucking touch me’ you spat, huddling yourself into the corner, ‘what the fuck do you want?’ He sighed as he took a drag of the cigar, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘I want to know why you’re rooting round my base. I want to know what you want.’ He crouched down in front of you, gripping your jaw in his hand ‘I want to know who you are.’

Scowling up at him you chewed your lip ‘I think you know why we’re here. I know you’re not stupid.’ Smirking down at you he blew smoke into your face, causing you to cough. ‘Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Maybe I wanna hear what bullshit cover story your bosses want you to tell me. Or maybe … I just wanna have some fun with you.’

Feeling utterly disgusted you drew back and spat at him, saliva landing directly onto his cheek. ‘Feisty. I like that’ he chuckled as he wiped it away with the back of his hand. ‘I was like you once, wanted to save the world. To help people. Till I realised people just fuck you over, they twist the knife at every opportunity.’

‘You can still be like that’ you pleaded, trying to appeal to his human side. If one even existed anymore. ‘Let me go, please.’ Tears began to spill as you begged, pure adrenaline now fuelling your body. ‘Shh shh shh’ he cooed as he wiped away your tears, you began to tremble at his touch, fear took over your mind, body and soul.

He kept his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. He watched as you shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor, hissing at the pain that permeated your joints. ‘Please let me go John’ you sobbed, all your training about interrogation out the window. Your hard exterior crushed by fear, this was everything you weren’t meant to do.

He held you firm ‘you know I can’t do that love. In fact I’d quite like to keep you.’ He trailed his thumb along your lower lip, it quivered at his touch ‘no, please I have a family. Please John.’

‘You say that as if I give a shit. But you sound so pretty when you beg. Think I’d like to hear that some more.’

Stubbing his cigar out on the floor he stood up, pulling you up with him by the scruff of your t-shirt. He pushed you flush against the wall as he slipped his thigh between your legs. The only way you’d survive is if you went along with it. It was your only option.

So you did.

He scanned your face, not really giving a shit if you consented or not. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it. He pushed his lips against yours, grunting as he did so. His beard was rough on your skin, the taste of iron was replaced with whiskey and cigars. Forcing his tongue into your mouth you reluctantly allowed him to, his kiss was rough, demanding, humiliating.

He pushed he knee against your cunt, pulling an involuntary moan from you. As much as you hated this, hated him, you’d forgotten how good human contact could feel. Your mind was conflicted, your body responded like it should, your body enjoyed this.

But your mind.

Your mind was screaming at you to pull away, to kick him and free yourself, to run away. But it also urged you to enjoy this, to savour his touch, he relish in his kisses.

He broke off the kiss and trailed his lips along your blood and tear stained jaw. Moaning with pure ecstasy at your taste. He nipped at your neck, biting and kissing a trail of destruction along your tender skin.

A sob burst from your chest, a sob of pleasure or confusion you weren’t sure. He felt good, but you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. Feeling lost in the moment, lost in your mind you rolled your hips along his thigh. The pressure caused a rush of pleasure to run through your core.

Smiling against your skin he in did your belt and pulled your tac pants down with force. With one swipe of his finger he groaned at how wet you were, ‘fuck love, knew you wanted it. Fuckin soaking.’ You could only whimper in response, a confused haze descended over you as you desperately tried to detach yourself from this.

Jerking your forward he spun you round and slammed you against the wall, kicking your legs apart. You heard his buckle behind you and within seconds the tip of tip of his cock pushed into you. He threw his head back as your cunt greedily pulled him in, ‘so tight love, fuck’ he growled as he gripped your hips like a vice.

You kept quiet, all bar moaning and whimpering into the damp wall. He built up his pace quickly, fucking you from behind. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the cell, it made bile rise from your stomach. He stretched your cunt open as he thrust into you, you hated to admit to yourself it felt good. It felt so fucking good.

You felt a warm sensation on your pussy as he spat on his cock, desperately trying to add lubrication. ‘Taking me so well’ he praised as he slid his hand round to play with your clit. He was masterful with his touch, knowing the exact pressure and pace to use. It began to push you over the edge.

As he spanked your ass he pulled you backwards, holding your throat as he continued his assault on you. Tears streamed from your eyes as he applied pressure. Your cries were stifled, almost silenced as he nipped your ear.

He felt you tensing up on his cock, he knew you were near, he knew how to manipulate an orgasm from you. Gripping onto his forearm you dig your nails into his skin, he hissed as the skin broke. ‘I can feel you’re close. Do it. Let me feel you love. Do it. Now’ he commanded as he bit into your neck.

And just like that, he pushed you into the void of pleasure. You threw your head back on his broad chest as your orgasm swallowed you whole. You moans ricocheted off the walls in the cell, moans of pleasure mixed with a sob of regret. Regret that you enjoyed it, that you let him touch you.

That he used you.

He kept his pace going, whimpering in your ear ‘gonna cum, fuck … you’re gonna take it aren’t you?’ You stayed silent. He gripped your throat tighter ‘aren’t you?!’ Your chest heaved as you found the words you needed ‘fuck, yes … please.’ They were a strangled cry, a plea to get him to stop.

He pushed you back into the wall, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into you. With one final thrust he came deep within you. He gripped onto your shoulder as you felt him pulsate into your cunt. ‘Goddamn’ he muttered as he tried to catch his breath.

As he pulled out, you fell to you knees, vomiting into the corner of the cell. ‘Hmph, that bad am I love?’ He chuckled darkly as he refastened bis belt. Kneeling down once more he gripped your hair before whispering into your ear ‘you’re mine now.’

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twyftwyt · 6 months

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here’s a short Noah imagine i scrabbled in my notes app while rotting in bed, i’m wondering if i should write more.

…you have more pieces of me than the desert has sand

and i have less pieces of you than i can hold in my hand…

I knew we weren’t dating. I knew we were never gonna be together officially, so what was the point of fighting over it? What was the point of this whole thing, actually? I wasn’t his to claim and he, for sure, was not mine to call. He was gone almost 300 days of the year. He had gigs, festivals, signings, award shows, record meetings. And I had a 9 to 5 job. I went home, cooked, cleaned, went on vacation sometimes but my routine was way different from his.

So why were we sitting in his car, at 2 in the morning, fighting over “labels”?

“I’m not about to argue with a man who doesn’t even know what he wants.”

“Do you hear yourself? I don’t know what I want? Me? Is that how we’re turning the narrative now?”

“No, Noah. The narrative’s been the same this whole time. Just admit that you don’t want a relationship and we can call it a day and I can finally go home and sleep, cause I have work tomorrow.”

My eyes were burning and so were my cheeks. I was flushed with anger and I could already feel the tears coming.

“I never, NOT ONCE, said that I do not want a relationship. I am INCAPABLE of maintaining one. You wanna miss me for a month straight, see me for a weekend, travel the whole world to spend a day, maximum two with me in between shows? You want me calling you in the middle of the night, waking you up just because where I’m at it’s midday and it’s the only possible time for me to call you? You want to put us in a position where my trust will be questioned all the time? And you’ll be anxious if you see me with another woman just because I HAVE to work with her? You wanna go through all of this?”

“Seems like you don’t want to, so what’s the point of having this conversation? Please, just take me home.”

I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I felt the tears streaming down my face. I was starting to shake but I didn’t want to make a bigger scene than what this conversation had already turned to. I was spent. And hurt and tired. And he was just sitting in the driver seat, looking at me, not knowing what to do. He looked so pathetic, it was insane how much I allowed myself to fall in love with him. He was just. a. stupid. man. He never knew how to react properly and most of the time it was funny watching him struggle to pick the right words, but he was always big on physical contact, so he’d just pull me in his arms until I stop crying. He didn’t do that now though. He was just staring at me, blankly. I turned to face the window and put my legs up on the seat, curling into a little ball.

I heard the engine start and the radio came back to life with the most gut wrenching song Spotify could pick. God, I hate that shared playlist. And I hate myself for falling for him.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #noah sebastian fic #Spotify

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mamayan · 7 months

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Hi Yan, congrats on the 500 milestone! I’ve only just found your blog today but I’m loving everything that I’ve read so far and I’m excited to read more of your work!

For the Russian Roulette event, would I please be able to request prompts 2, 27, 85 & 100 for NSFW Toji from JJK? He is giving me so much brain rot at the minute 😳😮‍💨

Thank you in advance!!

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Toji Fushiguro

“Keep crying baby, maybe someone will save you?” || Asphyxiation || Dacryphilia || Degradation/Humiliation

tw: NSFW • GN! Coded • Age Gap Implied • Dacryphilia • Throat Fucking (M) • Mild Exhibitionism •

wc: 676

“I can’t tell if you’re just stupid or can only get off to dirty old men.” His tone is careless and cruel as he shoves himself deeper into your throat, sneering as he sees tears well up in your eyes from the burn. “Don’t go cryin’ now, you asked for this slut.” With one large palm engulfing the back of your head, he pushes you down on his cock, gagging you with it while he grunts in pleasure. He was more than a little amused by your bold proclamation that you could handle him, all of him. It was fine by him to shove you to your knees out back and work his dick in your mouth, really put the money where your mouth was. “I got a theory,” you can’t pay any attention, not with the way his heavy rod in your mouth was consuming all your thoughts. “You wanna hear it?” He’s speaking casually down at you, watching intently to how you struggle to take him even halfway. “I think you like mouthing off so I’ll fuck your throat,” he circles his free hand around your neck, applying pressure and causing you to panic and try to jerk back, but he only laughs and works his hips deeper. “You like running these pretty lips so I’ll split them open and fuck you full of my cum, isn’t that right?” He loves the cloudiness glazing over your eyes as you suffocate on his cock, the way your cheeks puff up and blood rushes to the surface of your face. He can feel himself slipping deeper as you choke and warble for mercy, tongue forced to caress the veins of his shaft as he fucks your face with a smirk on his own. “How does it feel getting used in an alleyway by this old man? I’ve been workin’ all day, ain’t showered yet either, you like the taste of my cock, cumslut?” You did like it, even as the tears finally fell and you soaked his lower half with more than just your saliva and his own salty pre-cum. He groans at the sight, enthralled with your messy image.

“Keep crying baby, maybe someone will save you?” He laughs, dark eyes filled with pleasure as he feels his balls drawing up tight as they slap against his wrist still locked into place while he chokes you inside and out, your weak attempt to push him away useless. “You’re nothing more than a hole for me to use like this, huh?” His cock jerks in your throat, your eyes rolling back as you feel the first spurt of his cum shoot straight into your belly. “Fuck, that’s it baby, take it all for me,” he moans, grin growing as the back door to the race house opens, and an old gambling buddy stumbles out drunk.

“Shit, you gettin’ head out here Toji?” The man grumbles, clearly jealous as he attempts to get closer, but stops smartly when Toji lets go of the back of your head to hold his hand up.

“Yeah,” his face twisting into a snarl as he looks behind to the man, your eyes blocked by his pelvis sunk as deep into your throat as possible, wiry pubic hair scratching your delicate facial skin. “And you’re about to lose yours if you don’t fuck off.” His tone is clear, eyes betraying his souring mood as he unloads himself into you. The man apparently wished to keep his pathetic life more than get a good look at the scene with you and Toji, running off to wherever as Toji finally slides out of your mouth.

“You good?” He asks a moment later, watching you cough and greedily suck in air, fingers curled tight into his sweats still pulled down to his thighs. He’s petting your hair soothingly while you calm down, lazily watching as you recoup enough to look up at him.

The look on your face and your next words have him hard again in an instant.

“Was that all you got?”

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3dgy-vamp1re · 1 month

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Close the box and move on- (btd fanfic, no NSFW, no shipping)

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭: 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐧.. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭.

You decided to stay with Ren after the incident happened. You've gotten pretty comfortable around the beast-kin. He would be kind, but yet still have those Tendencies to do stuff to you.

You lay awake in bed, Ren was next door in his room. You let out a long sigh before swinging your legs over the side of your bed and laying your head in your palms. You rubbed your already smeared makeup and got up to a drawer, opening it slowly and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. You took one out of the box and put it behind your ear as you walked towards your door.

You walked down to the kitchen to grab a lighter. You always told yourself that you would never lay one of these between your lips but in the situation you're in they became helpful.

You didn't feel anything but sympathy towards the beast-kin. You still saw him as a friend. Nothing more and nothing less.

You walked towards your room before hearing sniffles coming from his room. A rush of sadness hit you. It wasn't his fault he was like this, he didn't know how else to handle anything.

You sigh and shove the lighter in your pocket and walk to the room, knocking and slightly opening it.

There in the nest was Ren; curled up in a ball and holding that stupid green button up. Ren's ears were struck down and his tail was curled around him.

“Y'n?.. “ he murmured, sitting up and wiping his tears. Ren sniffled and looked up at you.

“Hey,, what's wrong?” You sit on the floor next to his quote on quote “bed” and lay a hand on his head, rubbing it in a comforting manner.

“It's my fault, all my fault.. I'm sorry.. Y'n”

Here he goes on another one of these rants.

“No it's not, you know deep you know it's not. You need to move on. For crying out loud you still have that corpse in the basement “

You Pat your lap and He laid on you, you place your hand on his head and cup his cheeks, making him look up at you

Ren sniffled.

“But.. It's not that easy,, he cried for me, and I stood there, then I kidnapped you.. And did all this.. Y'n.. Why did you stay?”

His sentences were broken up by sniffles and whines as he laid on you. You look down at him sullenly. “Let's move on. Come on”

You stand up and hold his hand slightly and walk out of the room.

“Wh-what do you mean?.. “ he murmured.

“Trust me” you say.

You manage to drag him to the basement; which reeks of rotting flesh, motor oil, grease, and just must. You gag at the smell but Ren is handling it fine.

You approach the freezer and open it, still oddly being shocked by the sight; you know that corpse was in there. You gag once more and look at Ren.

“Tell him goodbye Ren, it's time to close the box and move on” You manage to smile at the fox.

Ren gulped and looked at the corpse as tears formed in his eyes. He placed his hands on the edge and sobbed. Which soon turns into anger. He slammed the freezer door shut.

“.. Get him out.”

You nod and he walks upstairs. You pushed the freezer to the basement door; which led to the dumpster.

After about 40 minutes of struggling it's over. You go upstairs and Ren is holding the green button up near the fireplace.

“Whatcha thinking?” You say with a smile “wanna burn it?”

Ren gave a nod and placed it in the fireplace, tears slightly forming in his eyes; but he knew it was the best thing to do.

You pull out the lighter in your pocket and light the fire place; which slowly starts to devour the button up. As the flames go up and down, you take the cigarette that you placed behind your ear and light it with the flames. You place it between your lips.

You thought to yourself… .

“What the actual fuck did I agree to? “

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rosetheex-editor · 5 months

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[Video transcript start.]

[The transcript begins with the camera against a pillar, a woman with one arm in frame. She seemingly has no weapon and is wearing a cut up white shirt. They are seemingly waiting for someone. On the floor there are multiple dried pools of blood including right by the pillar Closest to the woman.]

?: [Whispered.] Good it started. [Normal volume.] Come on, you bitch! I don't have all day!

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

[Rose moves to sit on the ground, legs crossed with one thigh on top on a foot on each side. They begin whistling a song.]

[Cheerful and energized footsteps approach from behind the camera, the source appears to be laughing about something.]

R: Took you long enough. What are you fucking laughing about?

?: A number of things, really! What do you think?

[Voice identified: Nicholas.]

R: Hm… Let's see, you killed your boss. You remasked my dad. That's all I got… But if you wanna give me the same number of reasons to beat your ass, as I have limbs, be my guest!

N: If this went right, he’d be my ex-boss!

R: You remind me of someone I knew. Mai, you’re smart at one thing for sure… But just like that bitch, you think you're bigger than your job. Here's a tip, you aren't. And when you end up a pool of blood on the ground just like that one.

[Rose points at the large pool of dried blood and rotting flesh by a pillar.]

R: I'm going to laugh.

N: You’re pathetic. Just like your father.

R: If I'm so pathetic, don't use your enhancements.

[Rose stands up, stretching backwards. Her back makes multiple pops.]

R: Because realistically, I have one arm. So you shouldn't need six to beat me.

N: Alright, I’ll try! Seems like a fun challenge!

R: Bring it on then bitch.

[Nicholas immediately goes in for a punch, which Rose side steps, putting her hand in her pocket. Nicholas stumbles forward, but recovers quickly.]

R: What? Do you think I'm just going to stand there and watch you attack me?

[Nicholas spins around and cracks his knuckles, grinning.]

N: Kinda, considering that’s what you did when your own sister tore your arm off!

R:... Man, I thought you'd be smarter than the ones who came before you… Damn, I'd be disappointed if I didn’t see it coming.

N: I know how strong your family is, you guys are shit at fighting back. Ruby went down with little to no effort on my end. There was a little bit of fighting, yeah, but not nearly enough.

R: What.

[Nicholas laughs suddenly, putting one hand on his knee as he catches his breath.]

N: I guess I never really said anything about that. That was me. Sorry!

[Rose begins laughing, not of joy like Nicholas but of sadness. She looks at Nicholas, tears falling down her face.]

N: [Mockingly.] Aww, are you going to cry? How sad! [Regular tone.] Get over it, Rose.

R: You know… There's one major difference between me Ruby and… Emi. When it comes to fighting.

N: Oh? What’s that?

[Just then, Rose runs up and kicks Nicholas in the balls with her right foot. Instantly punching him in the face dropping him to the ground.]

R: I don't care about honor for assholes.

[Nicholas breathes in sharply, wincing. Before looking up at Rose.]

N: [Muttered.] That’s fine, wasn’t planning on having kids anyway. [Regular volume.] So, that’s how you want to play it, huh?

R: Try me bitch. I'll just drop you again.

[He stands up slowly, each hand curling into a fist as he rises.]

N: I’m dropping the challenge, then.

R: [Mocking.] Aw, poor baby can't beat me with two hands. [Normal tone.] You are just like Mai, you know.

N: You know what, fine, I’ll accept that. But there’s one distinct difference.

R: Oh yeah? What?

N: My hair isn’t purple.

[Nicholas lunges again, hitting Rose directly in the chest. She falls, but gets up immediately.]

R: [Coupled with gasps of pain.] NOW THAT'S HOW YOU FIGHT! I'm actually proud of you… My turn.

[Rose runs up and headbutts Nicholas in the face, a loud metal crack is heard and a screw falls to the floor. As Rose backs up, blood can be seen dripping down her face from behind the bandages. She stumbles for a moment.]

[Nicholas bursts into hysterical laughter, holding two mechanical hands to his face.]

R: That's why Marina said don't do that… Ow.

N: Is [A cough.] Is that all you’ve got?

R: No actually!

[Rose drops down to the ground and starts spinning, before hopping up and blasting Nicholas in the head with a roundhouse kick. Nicholas immediately crumples, yelling. He hits the floor with a couple of clangs.]

N: OW, FUCKING–

R: I don't see why Showfall would even consider you for head of PR, seeing as at least Cassius had a good reason to fall down. And he didn't start screaming ‘OW’ when I kicked him in the fucking head.

N: THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S A FUCKING– FREAK OF NATURE OR SOMETHING! OW!

R: YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE! You killed Cassius, took my father away from me, AND kidnapped my sister. Go fuck yourself.

N: [A tinge of amusement audible through the pain.] Hey, hey Rose. Wanna know something funny?

R: Make it good you son of a bitch.

N: I’d do it all again, just to fucking hurt you. I’d kidnap Ruby 20 times if it meant breaking you every time just a little more. I don’t feel any remorse. Isn’t that neat?

R: And do you want to know something even funnier?

N: Sure, hit me.

R: You are the only person, I don't feel a tinge of fucking remorse for. If I got the chance to go back just a few minutes and kick you in the nuts again, I would sweetheart. Now about the other bit.

[Rose grabs something out of a bag just off frame, swinging it at Nicholas hitting him in the side of the head. Falling back down a small bit, Rose spins the object in her hand revealing it to seemingly be Edgar's crowbar.]

R: You really should watch your wording pal, you realize… I'm not even fucking trying, well I am a bit.

[After a few seconds of holding his head, Nicholas suddenly hops up and lunges at Rose once more, they both fall to the floor, and a quiet crunch is heard as Rose’s torso hits the hard tile floor.]

R: [Pained.] SON OF A BITCH-

N: HA! GOTCHA NOW, IDIOT!

R: Do it pussy… Bring it on… You'll have to kill me first.

N: Oh, I will. Honestly, you were only slightly easier to bring down than that undeserving department head. Cassius wasn’t worth shit, to be honest.

R: Cassius actually put up a good fight, you’re just mad he's better than you.

N: I’m really not, I’m more upset that a weak ass bitch like him got to be the leader, I mean, seriously! Have you seen the guy?

R: [Pained.] Honestly… Even Eden is better than you. And I hate that bitch.

N: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do you really think I care?

R: [Pained.] Yes… I know you do, because you are just like almost every other asshole I've dealt with this year.

[Nicholas pauses.]

N: As soon as this fight is over, I’m killing your girlfriend, you know that, right? With Cassius out of the way, I can finally make a few much needed changes.

[Rose begins coughing up blood, for the first time visible.]

R: She'll kill you first… Bitch….

N: Sure she will. I hope you said a good enough goodbye on your way out, Rose.

R: I'm not saying goodbye you bitch…

N: Is that what you thought when I took your sister?

[Nicholas motions towards the dried blood Rose is on top of.]

R: I hope… [Coughs.] If there is a hell… You burn in a very… very special spot

N: Mhm, alright, I’ll see you there, I guess.

[Nicholas stands, and places his shoe on Rose’s head, pushing it into the floor.]

N: Hm… should I add your blood to your sister's dried puddle? Or should I give you your own little area?

R: …

[In that moment Rose slams the curved end of the crowbar into Nicholas’ other foot, using the time to finally stand up, bits of dried blood and rotten bits of human on the side of her face pressed into the puddle.]

N: UGH! You’re such a fucking sore loser! Even worse than Cassius was! I’m glad I fucking killed him, and I’m glad you’ll be joining him!

[Rose runs up with the crowbar in her mouth, punching Nicholas several times in the gut and face before finally ending it off with the blunt end of the crowbar to the nose. A bone can be heard cracking because of it.]

[Nicholas shouts, before grabbing Rose and shoving her to the ground again. He grabs the crowbar, and holds it to Rose’s throat.]

N: Stay down, asshole!

[Rose struggles for a few seconds, before finally screaming in fear.]

R: EMI IF YOU CAN HEAR ME I'M SORRY! I'M SO FUCKING SORRY JUST PLEASE!

[Rose can be seen continuing to struggle, but is unable to.]

N: God, you and Cassius are just as pathetic. Say hello to him, won’t you? Let him know I’m taking over.

[Nicholas goes to shove the crowbar into Rose’s throat, but is stopped by a loud clicking sound. The crowbar clatters to the floor, and in a split second, a spider leg shoots out from out of frame, impaling Nicholas in the shoulder, and pulling him away from Rose. The spider leg removes itself from the man’s shoulder, and he turns to face his attacker.]

?: You didn’t think I’d go that easily, did you?

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

[Rose crawls over and grabs the crowbar, holding it close to her chest.]

N: You– you’re alive?

R: HA! [Rose coughs.] ow.

[Cassius steps into frame, hands behind his back, posture near perfect, he waves at Rose politely, who waves back weakly.]

C: Hey there, Rose.

R: Thanks… I owe you one. [Whispered.] Ness… Hm.

C: Thanks for keeping him occupied while I… y’know.

R: Anytim- Hold on I uh…

[Rose tries turning out of frame but can be seen coughing up more blood, and a small bit of flesh.]

C: You good?

R: He held a crowbar to my fucked up throat… And broke a rib.

C: Ah. [A pause.] You’re bleeding.

R: That was me. I headbutted the bitch and a screw popped out the metal plate… I should be fine.

C: Mm, if you say so.

R: I'm not dead so.

[While Cassius is chatting with Rose, Nicholas begins to move away from the two. Cassius takes notice, and knocks him down with a spider leg with ease.]

C: Nope.

R: Before you… I hope, kill his bitchass. Can I ask a favor?

C: Mhm! What’s up?

R: Can you please make something telling Ness you're alive? She's probably worried about you.

C: Sure thing!

[Nicholas looks up at Cassius, eyes wide.]

N: Hey, so… how about we just talk this out? I’ll make some tea or something! We can sort this whooole thing out, right?

[Cassius walks over to the man on the floor, and leans forward to get closer, keeping his legs on the ground.]

C: Strike three, Nicholas.

N: Wh– what?

[The blond man laughs at the fear in Nicholas’ voice as he takes a step forward and grabs one of his legs.]

N: Hey, hey wait a minute, wait a minute Cassius please, just– just think about this for a second!

[He starts dragging him away, the other man begins screaming and pleading with Cassius, as well as clawing at the floor to free himself from Cassius’ grip.]

N: NononononoNONONO, WAIT, PLEASE! I CAN MAKE UP FOR IT! I PROMISE! I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! I SWEAR!

[This continues until the two are out of earshot, the metal scraping against the floor subsides, and everything is still.]

R: Ow, ow… Motherfucker…

[Rose looks at the phone, using her one hand to wipe the blood and rotting gore off her face.]

R: God damnit… Sorry will… End transcript.

[Transcript ended.]

#((OOC) TW Violence)#((OOC) Blood)#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog #rose

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high-warlock-of-brooklyn · 5 months

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Tw bodyshaming, body image issues, mentions of eating and food. I'm ranting here please heed the warnings

I have been trying to eat healthier after getting my own place and finally saving up enough to afford an oven. And that's been an effort even though I love it because I do have a difficult relationship with food after years of trauma. So I'm very proud of sticking to my decision to eat healthy homemade food. My coworkers know about this and the ones I'm closest to are very happy for me to eat healthy. And this is the keyword here - healthy (you'll realise why later). However, one of my coworker called it 'my new fad' (her exact words) and 'won't last long enough for the veggies I bought to rot'. It's fine. I'm fine with her dismissal. But it's been incredibly tough to stick to this schedule on top of my adhd and living by myself for the first time in my life and being the adult and the child in the household.

And today a co-worker literally sought me out to my seat during break and whispered in my ear 'I'm so glad to hear you went on a diet. You look like you need it just like I told you. Now you won't look as bad once you get rid of all that fat and you can actually look good. *Points at my tiffin that I made getting up at 6.30 and sacrificing my sleep to eat healthy* are you sure you should have that much, you know, like portion control?' then told me to stick to loose jeans because 'those jeggings make your thighs bigger than they already are'

I'm so incredibly heartbroken today and I can't even tell anyone because I feel like I'm in the wrong and god I've never felt so guilty to have rice and I almost skipped lunch and dinner today. Why do people have to be so fucking horrible. Stop commenting on people's bodies for fuck's sake. I just wanna curl up in a ball and cry and all this is after I got my hand crushed by the elevator doors because the guy on the other side wanted the doors to close while I was only halfway through. I'm in pain and I'm so so angry and furious and devastated I feel like it's all been for nothing and I feel huge. I tried to salvage it by taking some cute selfies but all I could see was the big cheeks and all the big parts and I just wanna cry

#to delete later #i just need to get this off my chest #crying wasn't helping anyone #tw body image #tw body dysmorphia #tw bodyshaming #tw food #i don't want to talk about it please don't bring this up

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journalofsorts2 · 1 year

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i made a playlist with a bunch of songs that make me like genuinely cry, like a lot of different media definitely makes me sad or like genuinely effects me, but it takes a lot to actually produce tears from my eyes, and to produce enough that they genuinely roll down my face. and so now i'm going to list each song and try to explain why it makes me cry (if i even know)

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives, mommy issues, daddy issues, parental issues, yeah thats about it

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives, i don't really know for this one, maybe it's the similarity to never love an anchor that does it, idk

In a Week (feat. Karen Cowley) - Hozier, i've already explained it before but that one really really sad fic that made me cry for days that had a animatic to go along with it and that animatic was to this song, and also it's just a sad song in general but it makes me want to rot away

Gilded Lily - Cults, i really relate to the lyrics, i repeated 'haven't i given enough' really fucking struck home for me like idk life seems so pointless but i keep trying and i keep having to try even harder and i just want it all to be done, so this one also makes me cry

Answering Machine - Ruby Haunt, this one doesn't even have any lyrics but idk man, it just like strikes something in me, i also played this on repeat while writing some of my more sad and serious posts on here so maybe it's because i cried writing some of those that this song makes me feel like crying again

September Sparky Deathcap - Reno, um okay this one's kinda silly but it was playing in the background of a bluey edit for one of the saddest episodes (camping) and it just really struck me and now i can't listen to it without getting sad

welcome and goodbye - Dream, Ivory, i don't actually know the reason for this one, maybe it's the tune, it's definitely not the lyrics because i can barely make them out most of the time, but idk this one just makes me really sad

Scott Street -Penelope Bridgers, idk for this one too, sad song go brr i guess idk man

Would That I - Hozier, of course another hozier song ended up on here, i've already talked about this one making me sad before too, but i think it's because it reminds me of in a week and it evokes that same specific emotion that in a week does and that makes me sad ig

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos, okay so i've actually been a super big fan of this song for a long time, i think it was actually my most played song in 2020 or 2021 idk, but it just makes me really sad and makes me think of past happiness and like it just makes me wanna cry

Is There a Place I Can Go - Trudy and the Romance, this one reminds me of the type of songs my mom used to play in the shitty car stereo when i was little and we would go grocery shopping together and it just makes me want to curl up in a little ball and be hugged and like i miss being loved

Young - Vacations, this one's kinda cliche but who cares, it's been in my sad song playlists for years now and i've cried with it in the background and idk it just makes me want to melt into the floor and lose consciousness

Constellations - Duster, this one's also kinda cliche but it's also been in like every sad song playlist i've ever had and idk it just calms me down and the tears i cry to it are calm, quiet tears because this is a calm, quiet song

Heart to Heart - Mac DeMarco, this one's the hopeless romantic in me, cause like i just want to be loved so much and i just want someone to love me and that's the feelings and ideas that this song brings out in me

When It's Cold I'd Like to Die - Moby, Mimi Goese, this one is just like i'm tired of trying, living is so exhausting, when life gets hard all i want to do is lay in some grass and fade away, like just, idk when it's cold i'd like to die man, life is too much effort to be this miserable

Romantic Homicide -d4vd, this is another cliche sorry, yes i did find it from tiktok, who cares, but another hopeless romantic song, i just want to be loved, why is that so hard. i also relate this song to losing my old self and my old friends and stuff idk

What Are We Gonna Do Now - Indigo De Souza, idk man something about her voice, something about that statement, something about the dramatic pick up, something about all of it, i just want to know what to do with my life, i just want to be enough, i just want to not have my life have been for nothing, i want to be loved, i want to love

little person - Matt Maltese, this one has also been on like every single one of my sad song playlists and i don't have enough fingers to count how many times i've played this song while lying in my bed in the dark, trying to muffle my cries so my sister doesn't hear me and ask what's wrong because im not even entirely sure what's wrong

Vas - jagger finn, this one's another cliche, yes i get most of my music from tiktok, but it just idk, i've seen too many videos that made me want to end it all that had this song playing in the background, too many slideshows with the saddest quotes known to man and this is in the background

rises the moon - Liana Flores, this one i didn't get from tiktok! it blew up on there like a year after i found it. anyways this one was the first song on my main sad songs playlist and so usually i was already crying by the time it was on, and like it reminds me how i'm always gonna lose my friends in the end and like i've cried over the fact that i have like no friends to this song too many times

ゆめうつつ - Lamp, i'm pretty sure those are the right characters, anyway i have absolutely no clue what the words in this song mean but the way it's sung is just so comforting and it's like 'oh this what happy sounds like' and it just sounds like it's just out of reach and i'm so close to being happy but i can't and idk man

this list made me realize i cry too much, but yeah that's the whole playlist, my playlist are usually only an hour anyways and this is pretty much all the songs that have made me like genuinely cry, it's not a very long list. idk whatever, i'm too sad man

#journalofsorts rants

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anntidote · 3 years

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: ♡ love tap - mattsukawa issei

— “i want all of you, and i mean all of you...” ♡

pairing: mattsukawa issei x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff if ya squint, lit rally what’s plot?, SIZE KINK, descriptions of fat cock, belly bulging, ahegao face, brain rot (dumbification), squirting, unprotected sex (wrap b4 ya tap), penetration, smidge of aftercare— did i mention issei’s horse cock yet?

summary: according to google, a ‘love tap’ is a sign of affection shown by a simple smack or hit. but in your case, mattsun uses something else... and it’s quite big...

the first time you saw mattsun’s cock, something in you short circuited.

he’s just so pretty. a slight curve to the right and vein on the underside. his tip flushed the same rose of his cheeks, as it whimpers in precum that makes you salivate. but this is besides the fact of his sheer size.

this man his huge. girth needing two of your hands to barely wrap around the base of him, and you’d extend your jaw as much as you could. weighing heavy on your tongue when you gave him a blowjob- only a couple inches in and you’re gagging.

you simply feel so bad.

mattsun had probably gone through women who couldn’t take it. if you’d ask- he’d recount stories of how they were afraid he’d genuinely break them in half, how a girl dislocated her jaw, and so on.

and although there’s nothing wrong with saying no— holy shit, he must have had blue balls for so long.

and that’s most likely why mattsun is whimpering, even when he’s above you. barely keeping himself together as you pant, reaching up to stroke his cheek affectionately.

his arms at either side of your head and barely holding himself up. he lines his tip up at your entrance, breath hitching at how your small hole sputters at the contact. still sensitive from the other orgasms he’d diligently prepped you with. but even so...

“are you sure about this?” he hesitates, eyes boring into yours, trying to find any hint of doubt. “you don’t have to do this for me.”

you resist to roll your eyes, thumb stroking against his cheekbone. your response, hot against his skin when you look at him with a coy look.

“i want all of you, baby.” and you feel his eyes widen when you push your hips against his, the mere tip stretching your walls and having your mouth drop slightly open. your initial even tone, now a bit airy.

“and i mean- all of you.”

to mattsun, that statement meant two things.

the first one is reassurance. and it warms his heart on how willing you are to love him, and i mean, all of him. it’s kind of traumatizing to have women reject you so many times because of your size- yet here you are. so pliant and wanting him, and the entirety of him.

the second one is... well- “ah fuck-!”

your moan sends a shiver down mattsun’s spine as he’s slowly sinking into your heat. cock so thick that your mind fuzzes up like an old VHS tape, and he groans in tandem with you. your body curling forward at the delicious burn- his cock nothing like you’d ever taken before.

he moves his hands to rub against the side of your thighs reassuringly. “y-your cunt is so tight, baby... ah shit- i might break ya...”

your pupils are cloudy when you say words that make mattsun’s stomach churn.

“please...”

mattsun should be laughing, ‘cause fuck— you want him to break you?

you’d already made a dark puddle against the sheets- your arousal is undeniable and sending mattsun for a loop. he takes his hand and reaches down, rubbing along your pussy to find the button that makes your vision speckle. and your legs unconsciously spread wider, a moan falls from your lips.

and it’s when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, is when your breath is knocked right out of you. your cunt, speared open by the sheer girth of mattsun’s cock. and you blink at the blurry vision you have, your vocal cords null, as you try to suck in a breath but absolutely failing- as it feels like you’ve been split in two. his cock, simply too much for your small body.

“fuck, baby.” he hissed from above you- the feeling of your velvety walls enveloping the entirety of him feeling so... so... good.

all you can think about is how heavy his balls feel against the skin of your ass, but it’s hard to put together any thoughts when your guys are being rearranged. your lungs never having a mere second to expand.

and mattsun wishes you could see how you look right now.

drool running down your chin when his cock drags out slowly, your cunt clenching when you take in a greedy breath. tears beginning to stream, and your brain processes with one thought, and one thought only.

mattsun’s cock is fucking huge.

and when you squeeze around the tip of him, he’s already pushing back in. your whimpers are delicious against his ears when he rolls his hips against yours, even when your hands find a purchase on his shoulders.

“sh-should’ve fucked this cunt sooner if i-“ he breathes, his fingers gripping against the meat of your waist. and you’re crying as he sets his pace, thrusting, and your vision going hazy- almost as if you were a virgin again.

“you’re...so... big- agh!!” your throb around him, sucking him in greedily- but you simply can’t help it. the feeling impossibly good, thrumming through your veins.

you wanna get fucked full.

“uhh... aah...” you could barely keep your eyes open at the sheer speed and force of his thrusts. balls slapping against your ass and pleasure clouding your rationality.

“cunt so tight, ya can’t let me g-go...” he grunts out, thrusting a tad faster, gripping your hips and sure to bruise.

the moan that escapes you is pornographic and embarrassing— something mattsun would love to tattoo into his ears. especially when you’re whimpering incoherent phrases, cheeks wet with tears, and eyes half lidded— simply because you’re being speared by his cock.

and a curse escapes him, finally noticing the obscene squelch that rings louder and louder, with every brush of his cock against you. “ ‘m gonna fill ya up, doll. fill ya up nice and good.”

he can’t fool you with how clenched his jaw is, and the tightness in his gut that threatens to pour over. the stutter in his hips and how your toes curl. the intensity of the ordeal building higher and higher. and when you deliberate clench around his shaft, feeling every ridge of him- it’s almost painful.

yet it only takes his name to stumble from your lips to let the dam, overflow.

“issei, please—!!”

“fuck fuck fuck!” mattsun groans, settling on longer strokes and burying himself inside of you. filling you with utter warmth that poops against your inner walls in milky ropes. “ah shit-“ only for him to fuck his seed into you, and the tantalizing spasm of your walls against his sensitive length sends him for a frenzy.

“issei-!” your chest tightens, almost as if you can’t breathe. your back arches, a familiar pressure beginning to push a limit, and your alarms beginning to go off. “issei- issei-“ you try to say, but your pussy just grows tighter and tighter. your body thrumming, and burning up in utter heat, when you gurgle his name.

“c’mon, babe. a-almost there.” he punctuates with a specific thrust that makes you cry out.

you’re already sobbing at this point. moans are broken and everything is incoherent nonsense- but that’s what mattsun wants. and what he wants—

you’d gladly serve.

“issei—!”

and it’s too much, when the pressure snaps. the intense burn as your squirt, cumming all over the length of his shaft and hips. and it keeps coming with every thrust. you feel your juices trickling down your thighs, and hear your boyfriend curse under his breath. specifically when he reaches down to the slight bump in your stomach, pressing slightly, and feeling the tip of his cock adjust.

and your cum sloshes inside of you, mixing with his, and it chases mattsun’s cock when he pulls out. crippling past your lower lips and onto the cotton sheets below.

you’re a wreck.

cunt utterly abused and lips swollen. lashes wet, and cum slowly trickling between your thighs. bruised, tongue lolling out- only able to nod when mattsun strokes your cheek, asking if you wanted a bath.

but not before he takes his softening cock, and giving a light slap to your sputtering cunt. you jolt, sending him a death glare.

“ ‘‘twas just a love tap, baby.” he responds with that stupid, know-it-all smirk, before you hear his feet patter against the bathroom tiles, and a flick of the faucet.

the second thing, that “all of you” told him is simple.

that he loves you. tapping or not.

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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I like you because (peter parker x reader)

Peter parker x reader

description - You have a panic attack at school and peter helps you through it. Then he lets you know all of the reasons he loves you

word count - about 2000

warnings - anxiety! panic attack tw! negative self talk, don't read if that is triggering for you. Also tooth-rotting fluff that makes me wanna cry. also self harm warning!! hand scratching!

A/N - I just wanted to say that anxiety manifests itself in different ways in different people. This is based off of a personal experience i had with a panic attack at school and how one of my friends helped me though it. I know this may not be how everyone experiences anxiety and everyone's version of this experience is completely valid. by no means am i trying to offend or cause any harm.

MASTERLIST

Your feet hit the pavement quickly as you rushed to school. You could feel people looking at you but you tried to get to your locker as soon as humanly possible. Your heart rate was picking up and you knew you were acting strange to the people around you. You looked exhausted. Your eyes had bags under them and your clothes were a mess. You couldn't walk straight because of the lack of sleep. When you finally made it to your locker you were so out of it that it took multiple tries to get the code right. Finally getting it open, you sighed, trying desperately to hide behind the locker door and to calm your breathing.

You didn't know why but the last 2 days had been hell. It had been the weekend so it was okay but you hadn't slept right or had the motivation to do anything. Your anxiety was worse and it seemed that everything was too bright and too loud. There was just too much going on. You just wanted to sit in your room and stare at the wall for the rest of the day but you had to come to school, both for your academic performance and to see your boyfriend, Peter. He would get worried if you didn't show up and you didn't want him to have to cancel something later in the day to check on you. Now that you were here and you could feel people looking at you, you wondered if him seeing you would make him any less worried. You felt him come up behind you and when you turned to look at him there was a grin on his face. It quickly turned into worry as he looked at you. You felt the guilt creeping in.

"Hey Y/N, you doing okay?" he questioned lightly. You subtly braced yourself and smiled widely, purposefully making it reach your eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine! Just in a little bit of a mood is all." You smiled, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. You had to convince him not to worry. You couldn't have him distracted during the day because he was thinking about something so silly as you being extra anxious. You hoped the thumping of your heart and the nervous ticks you felt in your fingers would dissipate during the day. Peter looked at you a little funnily but didn't question you. You knew he could probably tell your heart rate was pounding extra fast but neither of you said anything as you closed your locker and you both began walking to your first class, which you had together.

The day went on but the anxiety did not leave. You could feel yourself growing irritable and the lights burned your eyes. Your leg was bouncing nervously and one hand scratched at the other. You only scratched your hand like that when you really were anxious, normally right before a panic attack. You did everything in your power not to do it normally because it left your hand hurt and sometimes bleeding. Peter knew this tic of yours and so you kept your hand covered by your sleeve whenever you could and you avoided being right next to him in any classes you had together. He noticed your change in behavior but again didn't say anything as the day went on, not wanting to upset you further and figuring you would come to him when you were ready.

By the time lunch came around, you were exhausted. You had been worrying about everything and nothing for hours and your hand was scratched raw. You could feel Peter looking at you and you could also feel the panic rise in your throat at the large amount of people in the cafeteria. You were suddenly hyper aware of the people around you and their breathing and chewing. The lights felt sterile and the feeling of exposure sent a chill up your spine. You needed to get out. You set your stuff on the cafeteria table next to peter and mumbled something quickly about needing to use the restroom. You headed for the locker room. At this time of day you knew nobody would be in there. You went between the isles to find a small corner. Once you had backed yourself in you slid to the ground, the tears starting as you breathing became harder to control. You were scratching your hand and tapping your foot, trying desperately to get rid of the excess energy you could feel in your body. Your thoughts were so consumed in how stupid you were being, how selfish, that you didn't notice the sound of the door opening and closing.

You were mumbling something about going crazy and how you were being ridiculously self centered when you heard someone slide down the wall a couple feet in front of you. You knew it was probably Peter or MJ coming to check on you. You forced a sob to stay in your throat and you immediately tried everything in your power to calm down. You couldn't but you felt the person move closer.

"Can I help?" You heard Peter ask, still not looking up at him. You shook your head silently. You wanted to scream and cry but you were finding it harder and harder to breathe. "Can I stay here?" he asked again. You thought for a moment, your heart pounding loudly at the lack of air it was getting. You nodded.

You mumbled “I’m sorry” over and over, hoping he understood that you didn't mean for him to get wrapped up in this. That he shouldn't have to deal with you. The tears were coming harder and suddenly it was like you couldn't get air into your lungs at all. You started gasping but it didn't work. Nothing was working, you couldn't breathe. You weren't able to talk but you felt a hand on yours. You shook in shame at the thought of him seeing you like this.

Suddenly his body was wrapped around yours. He was hugging you to his chest, you still curled up into a ball. He began breathing deeply and you unconsciously started to match his pace. It took at least 10 minutes but eventually your breathing matched his, slow and controlled. You were still crying though.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry." It seemed like it was all you could say. You refused to make eye contact with him even when he pulled back to look at you. Your hand was scratching away at the other desperately trying to get out of your skin when you felt him grab your hands.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Please look at me." He whispered. You took a deep breath before looking at him. Your watery eyes met his and you could see he was holding back tears.

"Can you tell me what’s going on?" he asked quietly. You nodded but waited before speaking. You were trying to gather your thoughts and he made no move to rush you, holding your hands and looking at you lovingly.

"I don't know whats wrong" you got out first. You took another deep breath. "A couple days ago I started to feel shitty again like I sometimes do but I didn't want to worry you so I just didn't mention it. Then I got to school today and -" you paused and took a deep breath, shutting your eyes as tightly closed as you could. "everything is so loud here. I felt like everyone was looking at me and I was worried I would snap at someone if they talked to me and I just don't want to be here or be me and I hate that I'm like this and I'm sorry you have to deal with it." You rushed out quickly. Another sob wracked your body. "I hate me" you whispered under your breath, without the intention of him hearing but he heard it because he was 1) very close to you, and 2) had enhanced senses. You slowly looked at him and he had a sad look on his face. There were tears in his eyes and the guilt wracked over you. "I’m sorry" you whispered.

"I love you." he whispered back. You were taken aback a bit. You had been together for 2 years, your junior and now your senior, and you hadn't really said that to each other like that. Not in this serious of a context. You sniffed. "I love you on any day, even when you don't love yourself. I know you are the greatest person on the planet and I believe it enough for the both of us. At least until you feel like you can work on getting to being okay with yourself."

You felt another sob wrack your body and you leaned into his chest. "And you never have to be sorry for feeling this way. It's not your fault. I am here voluntarily because I care about you. No amount of tears or snot or anxiety will change how much I care about you." he then took a deep breath and kissed your hair. You slowly stopped shaking in his arms and he kept holding you.

"I don't know why you like me." you whispered out. The tears were no longer pouring out of you and you had fully caught your breath. You weren't fishing for compliments either, you were just expressing your genuine surprise that he wanted you around.

"I like you because you are kind. You always ask if everyone is okay, even MJ when she is being snappy with you. I like you because you think of others first in every situation, even if it is frustrating for the people who love you. I like you because you always know what to say to people when they are feeling sad and I’m sorry I'm not as good at it as you. I like you because you always say bless you when anyone sneezes and you put the grocery cart away at the store every time. You always tell people they can talk to you if they need anything, even if you don't know then very well. You always crack your window for me so I can come in if I need you after patrols. You are the kindest person I have ever met. I like you because I will love you until the end of me. And everyone around you loves you too." By the time he was done you were holding back tears again. You looked at him and he smiled at you before saying, "Of course they don't love you as much as I do, I think thats impossible." while he smirked, trying to get you to crack a smile. It worked. You took a deep breath before straddling his legs and wrapping yourself around him in the biggest hug you could give.

"I love you too" you said into his neck where your head was buried. He rubbed your back as you breathed him in.

"Are you ready to go back out there or do you want to stay in here?" he asked genuinely and you knew he would be content with either choice.

"We can go back out there but I think I’m going to head home." You muttered out, knowing you were going to crash soon if you stayed here.

"Can I come with you?" he questioned. You looked at him and sighed.

"Pete, I don’t want you to miss out on the rest of the day because you're with me." you said but you smiled at him.

"Can I please? I wanna take care of my girl." He whispered the last part and you knew your resolve wouldn't last.

"Yes of course you can come with me." you muttered, secretly glad he was coming with you. You didnt really want to be all alone as your parents were off at work.

You didn't regret your decision. You headed outside while he grabbed your stuff from the cafeteria so you didn't have to let your peers see you with tear stains. He carried your bag all the way home and had his arm around your shoulders as he walked. When you got back you laid down on the couch and he tucked you in before going to the kitchen to make you some hot cocoa. By the time he came back into the room with cocoa in hand, you were fast asleep. Peter couldn't believe how much he cared about you as you laid there and he decided in that moment that he would spend the rest of his life proving your worth to you every single day.

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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EJ SIMPS RISE 😤😤💪💪💪

may i please request a scenario for yandere ej x fem reader where ej is punishing the reader for escaping ? feel free to go DARK dark with this one <3

Cream Colored Ceiling

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: NSFW - but not for sexual content, just violence, what isn't a warning in this one, mentions of cannibalism (but there is no described cannibalism, just allusions to it), EJ physically harms the reader, amputation, violence of all kinds, throw up, look this is just,,,, it's dark. I repeat, there is no sexual content in here, it's just physically violent]

[AN: yeah. This was uh, yeah.]

Hazy, your mind is hazy. You wake and open your eyes to see that same fucking cream colored ceiling with water damage leaking through the top and dangerously close to your bed, if you’d even want to call it your bed.

You raise one of your hands that feels heavier than stones and wipe quietly at your eyes, dusting them from the sleep. Your body feels heavy, oh so heavy.

You sit up. Nothing strange so far.

Has he really been that gracious with you?

You yawn and stretch, joints and bones popping as you look out the window. There’s that cursed forest. It looks dark, shadowy, misty. The fog is rolling in and you know with it comes the rain. You’re going to be stuck here forever, aren’t you?

The sunlight doesn’t filter through the window, but there’s light regardless. You’re deep into mid Autumn and with it will come winter. It’ll be the third winter you’ve been trapped with this monster.

Your mouth feels dry, much too dry. You smack your lips together a few times, wondering where your saiva has gone and decide to go to the kitchen. It seems like Jack isn’t home right now, which is probably for the best. Alongside him being out, so too is your natural fear of him. You swing your legs over the side of your bed, wondering why you feel so physically exhausted before attempting to stand up.

“Shit!” You cry out as your knees buckle beneath you, your body cascading like a pile of bricks to the floor. Your knees and palms blank onto the hardwood, digging into you most uncomfortably. Tears well in your eyes as you struggle to get off the floor. You continue to curse under your breath as you glance back at your ankles where large surgical wounds lay, covered in stitches and gauze. What the fuck? When did that happen?

Your heart begins to race when you slow, calculated steps padding on the floor. You’re all too familiar with the sound of those combat boots knocking on the floor, pacing back and forth and keeping you awake at all hours of the night. Panic sears itself into your heart as you attempt to get up, pathetically crawling along the floor and reaching for your bedpost.

Jack stands in your doorway, his large form casting a shadow on your throw rug. He tsks, and you can already tell he’s more than disappointed with you. “What did I tell you about getting up?” He asks, voice smooth and clinical, once again padding towards you.

You feel tears well in your eyes as you curl as tightly into a ball as you can.

Jack breathes out with slight disappointment before crouching down and seeing your sorry form. “You knew this was going to happen,” he says, half lidded eyes watching you curiously before he reaches his large, gloved hand out. “Did you pop any of your sutures?” He tilts his head to the side and looks over your swollen, still bloodied ankles. “I think you might’ve.” He reaches to pick you up and you begin to panic, blubbering your apologies.

“I’m sorry, please, don’t touch me, don’t hurt me-” you begin to babble, your remaining strength trying their hardest to push the behemoth away. Tears well in your eyes as Jack grips your calves, sending pain holting like lightning strikes up and down your lower body, making you cry out in pain.

“You deserve it,” he murmurs, his claws pinching into your skin before he lifts you. A glance of annoyance passes over his face before he yanks your grip from the bed.

You struggle against him as you pound your fists into his broad chest, tears of frustration falling down your cheeks.

The tall demon moves without budging. He doesn’t care, you barely feel like a scratch to him.

You watch your surroundings, still fighting against him and feel your heart sink when you realize he’s taking you down the hall that he’s deemed forbidden. The energy you feel from this specific hallway makes you cry out in fear.

Jack eats it up, his own heart beating just a little faster. You won’t ever do what you pulled last night again. He juggles you into one his arms and uses his free hand to unlock the door, the slight beeps of numbers being added into a keypad making your attention shift ever so slightly.

The inside of this room is like a horror scene to you. You see an operating table, and stainless steel tables, cabinets and countertops. There’s a large trash bin filled with bloody gauze and other things, such as discarded clothes, clumps of hair, things you don’t want to think of. Is this it? Is he finally going to kill you?

Fear overtakes your system again and renders you to nothing but silent sobs as Jack pulls off a turquoise colored sheet from the operating table, placing you down.

You try to get off, wiggling and clawing at him. “Let me go!” You cry out like a broken record of a mantra, your eyes wild and feral.

Jack simply shrugs you off, tying large leather brown straps over your waist and your chest, rendering you immobile. “The more you struggle, the more it’s going to hurt you,” he hums, his clawed hands moving across your chest to your wrists. He quickly ties you down there as well, your legs numbly kicking at him through the pain due to severed Achilles tendons. He flicks the wound on your left leg, grinning at your pain. “Won’t be needing these anymore,” he chuckles.

“What?” You say in shock, pupils restricting to the size of pim points.

He takes a seat on his wheeled stool and begins setting you up with an IV drip. “Gonna sedate you, and when you wake up?” He warmly smiles, pricking the vein on your right arm with the needle, making you weakly thrash once more. “Get some sleep,” he murmurs, pumping some sedatives into your bloodstream.

You feel more tears welling in your eyes as your conscience begins to wean. The world becomes more shapes and colors, merging into brightness and shadows before you finally slip into your dreams.

You haven’t been able to trick Jack like this in the history of well, ever. Almost three years with this nightmare and you’ve finally gained enough of his trust to ask him for some time out.

“Don’t stay in there for too long,” he says, large hand gripping your thigh as you swallow down the feeling of hitting him from where you remain seated in the passenger seat. “I want you back safely,” he murmurs, his other hand gently letting go of the wheel to cup your face.

You do your best to show love and admiration in your eyes as you meet his gaze. “Don’t worry. It’s just an hour or so, okay?” You hum, your hand gently holding his and burying your face deeper into his warmth.

“I don’t know why you need anyone else’s company,” he says, a slight acrid venom seeping into his tone. “You don’t need anyone else but me.” It’s almost cute how offended he sounds.

You play the part of loving him. “I know, I know,” you coo, taking his hand from your face and pressing your lips into a pucker. You raise his hand to them, planting a kiss on his palm. “I love you. I won’t be that long.”

Jack’s heart flutters. “I’ll be here, waiting for you.” He says, watching you as you unbuckle yourself, his hand reluctantly leaving your thigh.

You flash him a warm smile and lean over to press a kiss to his cheek, and then his lips. You try not to spit at the scent of blood and taste of rot before pulling away. You then open up his car, sliding from the passenger seat and to the rinky dink little bar you’d managed to convince him to let you go to. Just an hour - that’s all it was. Just an hour. You’d be in and out, get some drinks, and come straight back to his car.

Due to Jack’s appearance, he had told you he couldn’t go in. They’d know something was wrong with him immediately, and you’d gained enough of his trust for you to be away for just an hour. Come straight back to the car when it reaches 10 PM. You promised him. And he fucking believed you.

It wasn’t that hard finding some idiot down on his luck with the ladies. You cozied up next to him, getting to sit with him at the bar and start talking. He was so attentive and sweet, so receptive to the story you had made up to him.

“That sounds awful,” he says, voice low and sweet. His deep blue eyes look at you with nothing but gentleness and fondness. His hand reaches for yours across the bar and you smile, allowing him to take it.

“I just wanna get away from that brute,” you admit. “I just wanna go home.”

He squeezes you just a little tighter. “Why don’t we go back to my car and call the cops?” He offers.

“Where did you park?” You ask, hoping it’s not in the front lot where Jack remains waiting for you.

“In the back.”

What a relief.

A slight smile blooms on your face as you nod. “Yeah, let’s go,” you finally answer. You hop off the barstool and then grip his hand, letting him lead you through the bar and the sea of people. It smells like sweat, alcohol, and regret - you love it. It smells like the beginning of freedom, something better. Maybe, just maybe…

He opens the backdoor to you, allowing you out first. The crisp night air of autumn greets you with her beauty. You can smell maple leaves and pumpkins out in the distance, the atmosphere is incredible. “That one’s mine,” he says, pointing to his car a little ways down in the parking lot under one of the yellow lights. He continues holding your hand as the two of you walk through the parking lot.

You watch as he unlocks the car door, walking around the side to let you in. You accompany him and slide into the passenger seat. Putting this seat belt on feels almost liberating. You giggle when the short man closes the door before walking around the front of his car.

And then he pauses.

Fear seeps into his eyes and leans forward, his abdomen cutting into the hood of the hunk of metal that can barely be called a car before sweat beads and rolls down his forehead. He begins to cough, violently.

Your eyes widen in shock as he begins to cough up blood, and tears well in his eyes. They roll down his cheeks, fat and crystalline like the beads of sweat. He reaches out to you, mouthing for you to run before finally slumping forwards.

You see him, the behemoth that’s held you captive for three years, a sapphire colored mask boring into your soul and searing into your mind with what you can understand is pure, unadulterated rage. You scramble, panicking as you notice the large blade that’s wedged itself into the man’s back as he seizes on the car, his thick body rolling off from the hood and landing with a large ‘thump!’ as he does so. Foam and the smell of something unpleasant wafts upwards and you palm the handle of the car, attempting to release yourself.

Jack takes slow, calculated steps forwards, his shadow growing larger as he gears up to catch you and claim you as his.

Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, the panic overtaking your system as you finally get the car open. You shoot out of the metal cage like a bat from hell and stumble onto the asphalt, hissing as the black tar digs into your knees and palms. No time for registering your pain, you need to run! Like a freshly born faun, you hobble up and begin to run, wondering if you can make it back to the bar and the safety of other people when Jack’s steps grow quicker.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! He’s going to catch you and he’s going to kill you!

“You’re such a stupid little rabbit,” he hums, watching as you sorely sprint towards the door. “Look what you’ve done,” he taunts, hand gesturing to the man. “You made me kill him and I’m not even hungry,” he hums. “Maybe I should make you eat it instead,” he muses.

The thought alone makes your stomach retch. You stumble once more, body feeling violently ill as you cave. The alcohol paired with his words has you emptying your stomach of its contents that splash to the asphalt, the sickly acrid and saccharine taste overtaking your mouth.

Jack’s giant form finally overtakes you. He stands with his hands behind his back, peering down at you with disdain. “Fucking disgusting,” he coos in a tone that reminds you of a condescending father. He grips the back of your neck and forces you down.

You screech and fight him, not wanting to touch what came out of you.

“No? No,” he grins. “Fine. Let’s go see your date.” His claws dig into your neck as he drags you back to the man’s car where he’s finally gone still. He’s left a puddle of blood. Jack laughs quietly at your struggling before forcing you to your knees. “Are you hungry?”

“No-”

“I think you mean yes.”

The taste of blood still lingers in your mouth, and it remains even in your slumber.

Of course, you passed out due to your traumatic experience, and threw up again as well. Jack took advantage of your fragile state and brought you back to your home, the place you belonged - with him. He cut your Achilles tendons, just a warm up, really.

“Time to wake up.” Jack’s voice permeates your head, rousing you from your slumber. His gloved hands are snapping in front of you.

It’s bright, much too bright. Your body feels simultaneously heavier and lighter. Where are you? You see that you’re now looking into an operating light, and it’s super uncomfortable. “What did you do to me?” You ask drowsily.

Jack ignores your question and instead picks you up. His footsteps begin to lull you into sleep.

Exhausted, you fall back in again, and this time? This time, it’s dreamless.

It’s that fucking cream colored ceiling again that you open your eyes to. The water damage is still the same, and you realize you’re still stuck. You’re about to get up when you hear your door opening.

“Nice to see you up,” Jack says, watching as you slowly come to. “Did you dream about anything?”

You narrow your eyes recoiling as he reaches his hand out to pet you.

Jack glares at you for a moment, his hand straightening before he slaps you. “Don’t get testy, I’ll take your arms next,” he murmurs.

You’re about to bite back when you take in his words. What? Your heart begins to sink, deeper and deeper as your hand shakily reaches to the edge of your bed sheets. No. No. NO. You hold your breath as you rip the sheets off. Your flesh is swollen, puffy and looks like it’s crying out in its own form of pain. Large, manila colored casts and bandages surround your thighs and what remains of your knees.

You begin to hyperventilate. Your chest begins to rise and fall faster and faster - your body feels like a prison.

Jack only coos. “Stop that,” he says lovingly, hand petting your head as you fall deeper and deeper into despair. He removes the black glove from his hand and grabs your face, his dark, eyeless sockets boring into your own eyes. He looks at you with such adoration that acts as a front for the betrayal and anger he feels for you deep down inside. He draws closer to your tear stained face, a small smile bearing shark-like teeth at you before parting his lips to speak to you. “You’re being hysterical.”

#eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack scenario #eyeless jack creepypasta #ej #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta scenario #eyeless jack headcanon #nsft #gore warning

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headcanonsandhijinx · 3 years

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Little Nightmares II Fix-It!

(Spoilers for the game ahead)

I just wanna talk about the game for a moment. It was so good, but that fucking ending. God, it punched me in the gut. I don’t actually know if I’ve processed it yet? Like I just feel weird about it, like I can’t believe it?

So I’m fixing it and ignoring the canon ending.

I wanted them both to escape so bad and why did it have to end that way? I think Six must of had a reason for dropping Mono, but I still hate that she did it. Personally, I’m thinking of the theory of Six’s hunger state coming back and Six was scared that if she pulled him up, that she’d attack and eat Mono, so that’s what I’m gonna do for this fix-it.

I’ve never written for Little Nightmares before but I’ll do my best! I also apologise for any grammatical errors or anything but I hope you enjoy it. Also warnings for minor references to cannibalism, thoughts of cannibalism and mentions of rotten food. I don’t think that I go to in depth but I wanted to put warnings, just in case.

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His hand was clasped in hers when it happened.

It came back. The gaping void of hunger in her stomach returned and she would have dropped Mono if she wasn’t used to the pain of it. She could feel it like a leech, crawling and gnawing at her empty stomach, demanding to be fed.

However, there was no food around.

Nothing to quell the hunger.

Nothing, apart from the boy hanging in her hand.

She knew it would be wrong, to hurt her friend and she didn’t want to. But sometimes she couldn’t help it. The hnuger gets so extreme that she’ll eat anything. And god knows, she has. She remembers the hunger on The Maw, the rotting meat, the bread thrown to her, the rat, the- the poor gnome, and The Lady. All consumed because she couldn’t control it. Couldn’t control herself.

Would that happen to Mono as well. Would he end up as just another meal that she’d regret once he was gone.

Would it be kinder to let him go? There was just enough light streaming through the cracking ceiling that she could see where he would land. It looked squishy, so he’d be okay? He’d be able to find his way out.

But there may not be another way out.

“Hey.” It was him, still hanging in her grasp. His eyes wide, full of confusion and something else that shocked Six.

There was trust.

He trusted her to save him.

Because he had saved her so many times. From The Hunter, The Bullies, and The Thin Man.

She couldn’t abandon him now.

No! She wouldn’t abandon him now, how could she?

Because for the first time, in a long long time, here was someone who trusted her.

And she wouldn’t let him down now.

She looked down at him, pushed the hunger away, tightened her grip on his hand and began to heave him up. Like she had done so many times before, during this adventure. He reached the top and used his other hand to pull himself up onto the stone.

Still holding her hand, he clasped it tightly in his and pulled her through the door behind him.

***

There was a moment of bright static light before Six felt herself fall out of the tv. Pushing her hands underneath herself, she sat up and looked across the floor.

Mono was there, sitting in the same position as she was and looking at her.

Then the lights flickered as the hunger returned with a vengence, causing her to hunch over and wrap her small thin arms around her middle.

Mono made a noise of alarm as he stood to move towards her, stopping when he saw her frantically shove herself backwards and away from him.

She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t hurt him.

He stepped forwards again and Six pushed herself further away, towards the wall behind her.

Mono made a small noise of distress. “Hey.” He said and frowned when he recieved no reply. Six had pushed herself into a corner and was curled into a tiny ball, hiding as much as she could. Growls coming from her and the lights flickered again.

Mono thought he had seen a shadow from the corner of his eye as he turned, only to see nothing there.

It was then Mono left.

He left and walked out the door of the small battered room, leaving Six on her own. The hunger surged again and Six didn’t know what would happen.

Had he left her? Had he run away after seeing the hesitation in her eyes as she thought of dropping him? She didn’t know.

Her stomach growled again, another huge wave of pain rolled over Six and her eyes slipped shut as she slumped unconscious in the corner.

***

As she awoke, she realised that she could smell something and her mouth watered as she opened her eyes.

There, in front of her, was some bread. It was old and stale but she didn’t care. She launched herself out of the corner and shoved as much of it as she could into her mouth, barely even swallowing before she stuffed more in. The void in her stomach disappeared and then Six saw him.

“Hey.” Mono.

He was back.

He had come back... with food.

He had gone to get her food, to help her.

For the first time, in a long time, Six’s eyes watered and a tear slid down her pale sunken cheek.

He had helped her.

She stood on shaking legs and walked towards him.

She lifted her hands and hesitated for a moment before she reached up and pulled her hood down.

She looked at Mono.

“Hi.” Her voice was hoarse and cracked as she spoke to him for the first time.

“Hey.” He replied with a tiny smile.

Before she knew it, Six had rushed forwards and was wrapping her arms around him.

The first hug she had ever given.

And Mono took a moment to realise what was happening, before he wrapped his arms around her.

Returning the first hug he had ever recieved.

And as they hugged each other for the first time, they each felt something they had never felt before.

They knew the world was dark and cruel and monstrous, but as long as they had each other, the world seemed a little bit brighter than before. They didn’t know if this feeling would last forever, but they didn’t care as long as it lasted for a moment.

They had never known the name of that feeling, but it was called safety.

So they parted from the hug and ventured out into the rainy city.

Once again, hand in hand.

***

So that was my fix-it. I hope you enjoyed my take on the canon ending of the game. I loved that they stayed together and were most definitely going to be okay as they went into the city together.

I’d love to hear what you thought of this, but as I’m a secondary blog, I can only reply via reblog so if you leave a note, it will still be very very appreciated but I won’t be able to reply to it.

I hope you all stay safe and have a lovely day!

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dabiboy · 3 years

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I did it, angst to fluff dad!hawks and dad!dabi👀

AN: I do not support violence of any kind, and less bullying.

Hawks and Dabi when their kid is bullied at school

Hawks:

Being a father and a hero was hard. Mostly because his child could be a target for anyone who wanted to hurt him. Therefore, in order to keep Keigo working there the commission decided to keep an eye on Haru. But that include only villains and criminals. Not school bullies. And that was what happened that day nearly lunch time. Keigo had finished everything early that day, an going through some paperwork to spend time seemed like a good idea, in that way he would have more free time on the weekend. However, he had to stop when you called him.

"Hey angel! How are you?"

"Hi love, I'm good. But I'm calling you to ask you a favor"

"Sure thing, what is it?"

"Haru's school called me, and they said there was an incident and they wanted me to pick him up, but I'm busy right now, can you go?" Hawks wings stiffed.

"What? Is he good? What else did they say?" He asked standing up quickly. His son was first.

"Not much, apparently there was a fight or something like that"

"I'm on my way"

He hung up and got out flying through the window, not even bothering in changing his hero suit. It didn't take him more than ten minutes to get to the school, and once on the floor, he saw him.

Haru was sitting alone on a bench, both knees scrapped, dry mud on his face and part of his hair. There was also green and blue paint on his head, and also on his tiny wings, together with some chewed gum. He was holding his bag tightly against his chest as he was fidgeting with his fingers, eyes looking at the floor. Keigo's heart broke into million pieces, and even more when he noticed his son was sobbing silently.

"Chicken wing?" He asked with the softest voice possible as he kneeled in front of him. Haru didn't say anything. "It's fine now, dad's here" trying to keep on a comfortimg smile was so hard. "Wanna tell me what happened, hm?" Softly, he caressed his son cheek.

"There were-there were some older kids that," a sob "were bothering because of my wings" he cleaned his tear with his forearm "they said there were small and weak, and one of them said" Haru's chin trembled "let's see if he flies" he tried to drag me somewhere but as I refuse they-they did this" He reffered to his wings and hair covered in paint and chewing gum, scrapped knees and bruises.

"Fuck, come here my boy" Hawks said holding back his own tears as he pulled him in for a tight hug.

"They even said you weren't my dad" Haru dropped his bag so he could hold on to Keigo.

"Let them speak, they don't need to know everything" Keigo used his hand to caress Haru's head gently.

"I-I don't know why they are like that, I lend them my toys, crayons, I even share the lunch mom makes but" he couldn't keep talking.

"People are shit sometimes, and we... We just gotta face it. The important thing here, Haru, is not being like them, and don't believe any crap they say about you. You gotta keep being good, humble, caring, all the things that you are now, my chicken wing" Haru's eyes looked back at him.

"Do you think I'm all of that?" And that question made him think, had those kids been telling him more shit too?

"I don't think so, I know it. I'm sure of it" Keigo smiled at him, wiping some dust out of his cheekbone. "What about we go home now, get you cleaned up and order some KFC, what do you say?"

"Mom is gonna be mad if we eat that and not veggies"

"Oh, I'm quiet sure she will agree with it today"

"Yeah! We put him some painting too, he gotta learn not to lie! He keeps saying winged hero Hawks is his dad" at the sound of that voice, Haru gasped and tried to hide in Keigo's body. But he didn't allow it.

His face went from soft to angry as hell. He stood up slowly, knowing that, in his hero suit and with his huge red wings was going to call their attention.

"Dad look! That's him" the kid say.

"Hi Hawks, could you maybe take a picture with my son? He wants to be a hero like you"

"Oh, is that so?" Keigo tilted his head. "Well, hero course 101; we save people. Don't beat the shit out of them."

"What do you m-"

"Your kid, did that to mine" He pointed Haru, and the other kid's face turned white. "I don't give a shit about the reason, because there's no reason to do that to anyone. Anyone" at that point, he was trying hard not to lose it. "If you wanna be a hero then change, because with that attitude you'll not make it far. And you?" He pointed the other father "Guide him good. Do not celebrate those actions, or any other action that may hurt someone.

And with those last words, he turned around again.

"Haru, pick your things and get on my back. Hold on tight"

It is about time to teach him how to fly, Keigo thought.

Dabi:

Kaji was patiently waiting for the school bus to pick him up and take him back home, excitment rushed over him knowing that maybe that weekend he was going to see his dad again. But some comments took him out of his thoughts, and when he looked back he saw to older kids making fun of a girl that looked his age. And she recognized him, it was the girl from the other class, the one that gave him half of his sandwich when his fell to the floor.

"Hey! Stop that" Kaji said as he walked towards them

"And what are you gonna do about it, sauna kid?" The older say, pushing the girl.

"I... I will call a teacher!" Your words echoed in his head. Stay away from troubles, call a teacher if things are complicated.

"So pathetic, you can even defend yourself" and it seemed they forget about the girl, because now Kaji was their target.

"Beware, he can turn us into dumplings" the other kid mocked, but when he wanted to grab him by his arm to push him again, he got burned by the temperature of Kaji's body. His steam got higher temperatures when he felt nervous. "You damned freak, you burnt me!" And then, he pushed him to the solid ground.

"No, I didn't-I didn't mean that! I swear I wasn't trying to-" the hell happened.

Kaji curled up, holding his knees near his chest, and head on his hands. He had to take those kicks and hits. Thankfully, the bus driver arrived faster than the usual and the bullies ran away when they saw the adult looking the situation.

Kaji got back home, alone. You were working, and the nanny that was supposed to take care of him canceled last minute, but you trusted him to be alone for an hour or so. He got onto the couch, covering himself with a blanket not to see his bruises, hating himself. For being blamed of hurting someone, and for not being able to defend himself or the girl.

Conveniently, Dabi decided to stop by. He used the spare key you had given him to get into the apartment, and he furrowed his eyebrows at the tiny ball on the couch.

"If you're trying to scare me again is not gonna work, boy" Dabi said, but when all he heard was a sob he got worried. "Kaji?" He sat down next to him and took the blanket away from him. What the hell had happened. "Who did this" he asked dead serious.

"Some... Some kids at school" Kaji managed to say. "They were bullying a girl from the other class and when-when I tried to help her they said ugly things to me, and-and one of them grabbed me by the arm and got" and he broke. Kaji gripped Dabi's shirt with such a strength it made him feel like shit. "I swear I didn't want to-"

"I know, I know" Dabi said, his large hand caressing Kaji's back in an oddly soft gesture. He cursed himself for being so bad at comfort.

"I don't wanna be a monster, dad" the kid sobbed.

"First thing, they look more like monsters to me. Second, you will not be one, so don't torture that little head of yours with such shitty thoughts, ok? Let those brainless kid rot" He kept caressing his back with care, trying to calm him down. Kaji nodded.

"What if they do the same tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm sure your mom will go to the school and talk about it"

"Can I just try to... To beat them?" And there they were. His genes.

"Don't let it consume you. Acting out of anger is not a good thing" Dabi knew better than anyone how it felt, and for the same reason he didn't want his son go through the same. To try to do something good and failing could be frustrating, especially for a five year old.

Kaji looked at Dabi right in his eyes, and the resemblance was scary. It was like looking in a mirror when he was younger. And then he noticed the sadness in Kaji's eyes, the fear, the doubt. Even though he never admitted it, that little boy was his world, and he hated to see him like that because of someone else. Kaji didn't deserve that. Not him.

The two of them stood like that for a while, Kaji calming his sadness buried on Dabi's chest, his tiny hands gripping his shirt, not wanting to let him go, not even for a second. Dabi gave up to his son, he just couldn't take it. His grip became tighter around Kaji's body, and he rested his chin on top of his head, and he even pressed a soft kiss right on that spot. He wanted to protect him from everything, and the worst part was that he knew he wasn't going to be there forever. After a few minutes, Dabi spoke.

"Alright, let's wash that ugly face of yours" Dabi joked, maybe a bad one due to the circumstances but Kaji knew it was his dad's way of showing affection. He stood up with him on his arms "I can roast some marshmellows for you, your mom likes when I do that"

"Yes! Can I have more than five?" Kaji pleaded.

"Your mom's gonna fucking kill me if I do" but at his puffy son's eyes Dabi couldn't say no "fuck it, what's the worst that can happen" Dabi rolled his eyes.

He made the way to the bathroom, ready to wash Kaji's face. Even though the kid was calmer thanks to his dad's comforting hug, Dabi wasn't. He didn't want his kid to go through that pain, but he also knew Kaji wasn't alone. He had you, and him. And he was going to be there as much as time allowed.

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More of desi y/n imagines?? I really like all of yours imagines desi and other

DESI PREGO READER DURING QUARANTINE WITH HARRY!!

It was the best, delightful time in Harry’s life. During quarantine when they found out they were two months pregnant and to say the least Harry wouldn’t stop crying into Y/N's chest because he may not thought of becoming a dad so soon but it still cocooned him with such a sanguine feeling – he became a puddle of sweetness at Y/N's toes.

After telling their families. It was bunch of well wishes and advises from them well more of Y/N's mum teaching her a list of their old traditional tricks and eating habits to stay healthy.

Y/N didn’t need a pregnancy pillow at all. Harry fulfilled that role with such dignity and proud, happy to have her bump over his tummy and her thighs slinked around his own while she snored with little wheezy drooly breaths against his cheek wiggling everytime he traces his fingertips under the crescents of her plum tits.

They had all the time to themselves doing face masks made out of turmeric, yogurt and chickpea flour and he is never able to resist but to sneak his palm under bum and nudge her up into his lap to suckle soft kisses at her lips because she looked heart-achingly adorable in shalwar kameez Anne had tailored for her from one of her closest Indian friend for Y/N to wear in her pregnancy (because Y/N’s wardrobe’s already filled with many of them and she finds herself most comfy wearing them).

Her womb starting to get beautiful and big with passing months heralded Harry about her jesting cravings and her tremendous hormones.

He'd drive an hour to get to Waseem's grandma to get some desi makhan (organic butter) for Y/N since she’s Punjabi and it just rotted her mood when her favourite South Asian store down the block was shut most of the time, having dry parathas in brekkie used to be no fun.

“Hmm. Smells so nice.” Harry hums tipping his nose, nostrils expanding greedily to soak into it as Y/N made them passing him a cheeky smile, “It was worth tha’ boring drive,” The corner of his lips denting into a looping smile as he flutters his eyelashes up at her with his chin buried in his palm and elbow bent upon the counter.

“She even taught me how make desi makhan at home!” His chest boasted out proudly and Y/N’s head lulled at her shoulder with giggles slipping past her rosy mouth, she rounded over the counter to reach him and he had his hands already splayed forward to hold her and bring her into him.

“You’re g'na make makhan for me?” Pure love if you ask me so. When Harry rattled his head happily her lips wobbled terribly eyes glossing from feeling lightheaded with his affection and caring assiduousness for such intricate wishes for her spreading in to her bones.

“I love you, so, so, much.” She squished his cheeks between her spread palms and mantled his simpering lips, bushy cheeks and eyes with wet gaspy kisses -- sweeping his tufts of curls away to press her lips against his forehead while he kept on hugging her from belly swaying them ever so lightly.

They'd be binge watching Sharukh Khan's rom-coms on Netflix when she’d whine into his throat about how she’s craving jalebis so bad, she’s ready to walk bare foot to get a takeaway if that’s possible and Harry would just chuckle at her dramatic antics kissing her temple feeling the healthy pulse there and would take her along into the kitchen.

“No need fo’ tha’ baby. We could make them at home.” Harry learned to make jalebis for Y/N when they first started dating -- they had this huge fight and Y/N refused to let him be anywhere near her. Harry knew it shouldn’t have hurt him this much since he considered it just a fling, but when in a lonely bed all he missed was her warmth and her fragrance looming around him as some sort of comforting blanket he realized he wouldn’t be able to spend another night without her.

At, three in the morning he learned how to make jalebis and they might were topsy-turvy leaving stains on his clothes, sticky gooey fingers the sentiment behind it was just so pure and loving.

Y/N still remembers him popping up at her doorstep barely recognisable drenched in rain while he tried to keep the container safe under his hoodie all she was able to do was smash her lips against his wet slippery ones not caring if they tumbled into mud from her literal passionate attack.

“How ‘bout we open a sweets shop instead?” He grinned taking perfectly orange sorbet jalebis out from oil, bunny teeth fully displaying now when she giggled softly wiggling her brows at him, “Touring the world's no more fun ey?” Her heart thumps sadly when a pregnant pause lingered in air and she cooed when his shoulders slumped, fingers fumbling with the tissue paper.

“No more without ye'.” Her arms wrapping around his torso, cheek smushed under his shoulder blade as they let themselves divulge into tranquil calmness.

“Good thing's now you’ll come back to the two of us.” She tried to cheer him up and he just rubbed his stinging eyes with the heels of his palm, sighing then turning towards her to cradle her face to make her look up at him.

“You make me s'happy, y'know that?” His thumb swooning over her bottom lip tenderly and she gave him a playful nip with mischievous eyes, “Defo knows that –- gloats me ego.” She smiles into the their messy kiss tugging onto his flimsy shirt to keep her upright and snacking the plate of delights from behind him.

“Oi! Come back here y'greedy goat!” He'd complain practically stomping behind her to their bedroom.

The mornings are quite an experience for both of them. She’d wake up to the elated sight of him snuggled into her side, suffocating him with his rings of curls all over her face and his swelled up bulge resting heavy against her thighs.

To ease it for him she slithers her hand into his sweats brushing her fingertips along his stiffy length and giggles hoarsely when he stirs and squeezes her tighter whining aimlessly in her neck.

“Harry ...” She whispers knuckling a hand up his soft cheek and he quips lightly with a snore, “Mhmm. He’s asleep.” So, Y/N shrugs and retrieves her hand away from around his throbbing cock that supports a semi after her attention.

“No baby!” He pants out sleepily catching her wrist and guiding her touch under his heavy balls.

“Shh. Shh. Gimme a kiss.” She prods his chin with her nose to petal a warm smooch against his mouth and he pities a mewl panting ‘yeah —- yeah faster’ and ‘mhmm rub my balls uhmm j‐- just like that’ as he rocked his hips against her hand nibbling onto the sheeny skin of her exposed collarbone.

“Stop ..” He growls out pressing his bicep into mattress to lift himself up and skims tiny kisses all over her face when she whines a complain raking her palms from underneath his shirt, “But whyyyyy ....”

“Wanna cum inside you, love. Fill y’up nice and warm.” With a gentle push he presses her into pillows, hauling her leg around him —-- finger pads digging pudgy into her flesh as he lubes her to give her one of the best morning fuck.

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