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Do you love me?

Keigo x gn!reader

Warning: angst, guilt-tripping

Summary: Kiego and reader broke up a while ago, and Hawks is just now trying to come back into Y/N's life and they won't have it.

"Kiego" you read the name that lit up your vibrating phone for the 5th time in the last 10 minutes, again you pressed the big red button, declining his call. You two had broken up about two months ago, but you were doing well now, your grades had gone up again, your room was clean - well it was cleaner at least- and you had started spending time with your friends again. Life was good!

Your phone started buzzing again and you swore before putting your pgone on airplane mode. If anyone desperately needed to reach you, they knew where you lived.

But so did he.

A light pitter patter was heard aginst the window. Probably the rain they promised on the weather forecast earlier. However when you looked up and out through the window above your cluttered desk, there was no rain. In fact, the whole world outside your window was dry. There was no rain.

"Hello dove" a hauntingly familliar voice said. It made your heart beat faster and your stomch feel funny, but not in a good way.

"What are you doing here Hawks?" subtle venom was dripping from your words as you unconsciously took a few steps away from the feathered man.

"Well, you weren't getting my calls"

"No, I did" Keigo was moving closer as you started backing up even more. You didn't want to see him, muchless be within touching distance of the man that you once loved and trusted with your life.

"Then why didn't you pick up, dove?" his hand reached out to touch you and you shut your eyes tight, desperately wishing to be anywhere else.

You cold feel his hot breath lightly fanning your face. He was getting closer, you could feel it. It made your skin crawl. Please, I don't want this!

"Please don't touch me" your squeaked the words out, but he seemed to understand them anyways as his facade faltered for just a second as you got a glimps of his desolate eyes.

"Dove? please? Can I ge one more chance? Just one more?" He was pleading, hands still reaching out to touch you. Your eyes burned as unshed tears blurred your vision of the blond man that you once called a lover and a friend.

"I can't-" "Don't you love me?" "-no I don't, I'm not in love with you anymore Keigo" He interrupted you, but it didn't matter, you just wanted to get this over with, and for him to leave so that you could cry it out alone. You heart was banging in your chest, to the point where it hurt, and your pulse was going haywire.

"Don't you miss me? Miss us?" by now his eyes were also shining with unshed tears, but they had not yet started to make their way down his flushed cheeks.

"No, I don't- I can't! You are controlling, and manipulative, and you won't put in any type of effort into our relationship, I was always the one who had to contact you first, because you never contacted me first! Not to mention that you never listen to me when I say No!"

"Please Y/N! I can change! Please don't leave me!" he was pleading on his knees.

"I mourned our relationship long before it was over. Ever since you saw my drunk friend leaning against me because he couldn't sit up, and decided that, because I let my friend lean on me, I'd cheat on you! So don't come back now, asking for a relationship that you never put the effort into to keep in the first place!"

"I can change" He was stuttering, spluttering and crying, but you managed to peice his sentence together anyways.

The silence between you were deafening, tears were roling down you cheeks, right now you couldn't care anyless about him or his feelings. Don't misunderstand it, a small part of you would always care, but you've had enough. You felt bile rising in your throat and you swallow to keep it at bay.

"I think you should leave" Your voice didn't sound like your own, it was small and timid, and it wavered more than you would've liked it to. This time he didn't fight you, he just quietly stood up and walked towards your big, open window. He stepped up on the ledge and glanced at you one last time.

"good bye, dove" And just like that, he was gone.

Shoto walking in on his crush having a little fun at the thought of him? Maybe it leads to some things???

I've had this idea for a while, I'm glad i can finally get it out of my mind. Thank you for requesting!! ❤️💜❤️ Warning: smut, masterbating...

Having a roomate is quite useful at times. Financially, it was much easier to find a place and share it with someone. Socially, you had someone you can talk to and befriend. But privacy, was a bit more difficult to find when sharing a house with a stranger. Luckily for you Todoroki didn't spend to much time in the small apartment. Being busy with all the hero stuff, working hard and climbing the chart at rapid speed, meant he's barely home to just sleep and then he's off to work.

After months of memorizing his schedule, from the second he left till the second he came back, you now know the perfect time to take care of yourself. You were ashamed to admit it, but how can you not? How can you not think about your handsom roomate every night? The thought of him making heart rush to your core, your legs weak and mind going blank. You tried and tried to erase him from your memory when touching yourself, but it always come back to his image. His Saturdays morning workouts, right in the middle of the living room. Shean of sweat all over his body, on sunner days he'll even workout with no tops. Seeing how his muscles confort with every move, salty liquid dripping from his dual hair and into his matt. At this point you'd have no idea who's more thirsty, you or him? Can you really blame yourself for having the hots for your roomate.

One night, when you were sure he won't be back untill a few hours, you went into your bedroom, shut tye curtains, dimmed the light as you layed in your bed. You've been thinking about him all day, so it was no surprise when your hand traveled down your body, fingers brushing your panties and finding them soaking wet. Shuddering when your fingertips made contact with your clothed clit, youbwere quick to push the underwear down your legs, discarding them somewhere in the room. Your mind filled with him and only him, replaying the few times he said your name, deep and calm voice making you turn into a puddle. Your fingers not satisfying your needs, you opened the bedside table, pulling out your trusty vibrator. Pressing it on your bundle of nerves, sending electric waves through your entire body, making you arch your back and scream his name.

Too lost in the pleasure, you didn't hear the front door opening and closing shut. You didn't hear his footsteps in the joint bathroom, or the buckle of his belt dropping to the floor. At first he thought you were in danger, calling out his name. But as he pressed his ear to the door separating you fron him, he heard your moans, your whines your "Oh my Shoto you feel so good". He would be lying if he said he never thought about you like that. He always dreamt about having you underneath him, your fingers clawing at his shoulders, your begs like a melody to his ears, music to his soul. He couldn't believe what he was doing, hand moving on its own and grabbing his painfully hard cock, moving along its length, imagining your lips wrapped around him instead.

You were enjoying yourself too much, though your pleasure came to a stop when you heard a bang on the bathroom's door. Scared and embarrassed hearing the man of your fantasies groaning, and even worse when you heard your own name from the other side. Is it a dream or is that actually happening. You got your answer quickly, his next words making you freeze, dripping at his question. "You're thinking of me y/n? Tell me... Tell me are you using your pretty fingers? Or do you have anything else inside you?" Moaning out loud, you couldn't believe it, there's no way it's real. Your stoic roomate talking so dirty to you. You have no idea what has gotten into you, body leaving the confort of your bed and sliding down the bathroom's door. Head thrown back, vibrator long forgotten on the bed, only your fingers and his voice edging your closer and closer to your release. "Yes, yes! Yes, I'm thinking of you Shoto, only you! I wish it was your hand instead of mine." Pressing his ear even closer to the door, hand moving at fast pace around his shaft, he could hear you fingering yourself, digits moving in and out of your pretty little pussy, oh how he wish he could see you, feel you and taste you. "Don't you dare cum Y/n! Not without my permission." He knew you were close, your high voice, whiny and shaky giving you away. He kept on whispering naughty words, going straight to your heat, you have no idea if you'll be able to last any longer. Not with his voice making the knot in your lower stomch tighten and tighten, the idea of him jerking off, picturing his hard dick, veins running along its length, big hand rubbing it and his flushed face making you almost break. "That's it baby, that's it! Cum, now! Cum !" His breathy words were what broke the knot inside you, cuming on your finger with a loud scream of his name, so good, so intense leaving your whole body shaking. Your name spilling out of his lips adding to the pleasure of it all. White ropes shooting out of him, the most intense orgasm he ever had, it took him a while to come down from his high.

Now both of you coming down from cloud nine, the weight of reality making the fall even hurt more. Knowing that the other was thinking of them in their most intimate moments, breaking your hearts and yet a flick of hope making you both excited for the morning, maybe you won't call each other roomates after that.

Maine x Reader

Show:Red vs blue

Paring:Maine x Reader

Prompt:"You wouldn't be in this shape if you knew when to quit"

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The bullet wound hurt like a bitch.

I mean what else did you expect from a danm bullet but I never had taken one in the stomch before and the new burning hurt.

This mission was supposed to be an easy in and out, kill only who interferes, but had quickly changed to an escape mission.

Wash had made a rookie mistake, leaving his left side open causing me to jump infront of him and take the bullet.

Maine, my boyfriend of 5 months, growled and charged to us as wash held down the fire.

"Dispatch we have one wounded how far away are you", I heard wash say in the coms as he continued to fire.

I was holding back a scream as another wave of pain rushed through my body.

"I am 5 minutes out get to the west landing pad quick", 479er said through the coms.

Maine finally got to our side and was crouched by me, one of his hands pressing down on my stomch.

"You'll be ok", he growled out, and carefully lifted me into his arms.

I let out a scream as his arm bumped against my waist, pain shooting up my spine.

"Maine I'll cover you guys, just go", wash called out and the sound of more gunfire was heard in the background.

Maine huffed and then took off torwards the west landing dock, listening to me, as I let out small whimpers.

"I'm now landing, shit maine what happened to her", 479er said through are coms, the only response she got was maines growl.

The pain was starting to numb itself and my eyelids felt droopy as maine quickly treaded up into the pelican.

479er had gotten one of the bunks out and had gotten a few of the medical equipment out.

Maine laid me out on the bed and undid my helmet, throwing it back, as another scream left my lips.

"Hold on honey this is gonna sting and your gonna want to drink this", 479er said giving me a bottle of whiskey.

"Maine go and help wash", she commanded and received a growl from him before he dashed back out.

I took a sip of the whiskey, ignoring the burning that it caused as she began to take off all my armor.

The blood had already seeped into my body suit as she peeled that off.

I kept chugging the whiskey down and held back a scream as she put a wipe to the wound, apologizing.

Maine and wash eventually boarded the pelican again.

"Maine I need you to put pressure on her wound, try and stop the bleeding", 479er told maine as he came to kneel where she'd been.

Wash came over and kneeled infront of my face,"shit I'm so so sorry (state/name)".

I let out a laugh, the Wiskey was clearly in my system and the pain was slowly being numbed.

"Its fine wash we'll get back to M.O.I and I'll get stitched up", I joked taking another swig.

Maine turned his helemt to me and growled.

I shakily reached my hand out and touched maines helmet, as he softly growled.

My vision was starting to blur, as my hand fell back from his helemt and I rolled my head backwards closing my eyes.

"Shit no no no (s/n) keep your eyes open dont you dare close them", then you slipped into oblivion.

.....................................

I hoped I wasnt dead.

There was no sign that I was dead, no angle nor devil, but then again maybe this was death.

But again their was that loud annoying beeping sound, that beeped every other godamn minute.

My body had also been numbed till I felt this tingle in my fingers.

There was a weight on my fingers and then I could wiggle them around, and the weight lifted before lacing with my fingers.

This feeling slowly spread till even my eyes felt numb and I couldnt see my body anymore.

Then I slowly began to lift them, only to see a blinding light.

I groaned and closed my eyes before opening them again to the bright light, so maybe this was heaven.

I heard a growl from my left, the place where my fingers had been numb now were warmed by the fingers of my boyfriend.

Maine sat at a chair by the edge of the hospital bed, looking at me as his thumb traced circles on the back of my hand.

I tried to sit up before a peircing pain shot through my stomch and made me gasp outloud.

Maine immediately bolted up and pressed his hands against my shoulder, pushing me back against the bed.

"Rest", he growled, reaching over to a little counter where a a glass of water and 2 small green pills sat.

Picking then up, he held them out to me and growled,"numbing pills".

I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted, but he kept holding them out.

I took them and groaned causing maine to look up at me.

"I'm fine just dont like taking pills", I told him.

"You wouldnt be in this shape if you hadn't been reckless", maine managed to growl out and I huffed.

"I couldnt let wash just get shot though", I defended wash and maine let out a growl.

"Yes you could of", he growled and I reached my hand out till it touched his cheek.

He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch,"maine hes a rookie, and rookies make mistakes, it was just a bullet wound, I'll heal".

Maine sighed and I patted the bed,"you should definitely come up here and cuddle me cuz I'm cold", I asked him.

He tilted his head and I offered him the best smile I could, the medicine was starting to make me sleepy.

Maine was a big cuddle bug, despite him being so big and feared by many of the crew on the M.O.I.

He got up and I was glad he wasnt in his armor, instead in a pair of Jean's and white shirt.

I scooted over and let him lay beside me before wrapping my arms around his middle, laying my head against his chest.

His arms went to wrap around my smaller frame and he pressed a kiss to my head.

"I love you maine", I wispeared and heard him growl back contently.

Bad Day

moooore writing because i drank too much coffee accidentally and have more energy than i’ve ever had, maybe in my entire life

tagging @shapeshiftersandfire and @killtheprotagonist, let me know if you want to be added or removed!

CW: pet whump, lady whump, aftermath of conditioning, fear (? if that’s a tag???), angst, conditioned response, incompetent caretaker, reluctant caretaker, reluctant whumper

Usually, Isabella hears Mara’s key shuffling in the door a few moments before her owner comes through. It gives her enough time to sink neatly to her knees beside the kitchen counter, where she can await her owner’s orders, which are usually to get up, accompanied by a sigh. This time, however, Isabella hardly makes it to her customary spot before her owner is bursting through the doorframe and slamming the door behind her with such force that the whole wall seems to rattle. Instead of sinking to her knees, Isabella freezes, eyes wide, body tense. Her owner’s angry. Mara’s angry.

Seemingly unaware of her pet’s apprehension, Mara throws her keys down on the floor and tips her head back. “Ugh!” She announces it to the ceiling above her eyes and punctuates it with a stomp of her foot. “I hate my work. I hate my work. I hate my fucking work.”

Mouth opening and closing uselessly, Isabella risks a few steps closer. She should put herself in the way of her owner’s anger, let it break against her to make Mara happy again. They taught her that in training. She’s just...she’s just so scared of the pain. Finally, Isabella gulps down her fear and bites the bullet. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“Yeah, well, me too.” Mara growls, shakes her head. She doesn’t even take off her low heels by the door, just stomps across the room and flings herself facedown on the couch. Taking a careful breath, Isabella follows her on silent feet, keeping her breathing slow and deep, even as her heart rate climbs within her. Taking little sips of air to calm herself, Isabella drops to her knees beside the couch, a picture-perfect Position Two. Dutifully, she waits for her owner to turn to her, turn on her, finally truly make use of her.

Instead of that, Mara just shrieks into the couch cushion. Wincing at the sound, Isabella tries to calm her racing heart. This is what she’s for. Her owner is angry, and Isabella is right here, right here to be handled or hurt or used. A good pet would offer herself up. A good pet would be accepting Mara’s anger straightaway. Isabella stays silent and hopes she’s forgotten because she’s bad, bad, bad, fears pain more than her own failure. Even this reprieve isn’t enough - the shouting makes her squeeze her eyes shut, makes her heart go crazy inside her chest. She can’t stand raised voices, the promise of violence to come. She wishes the pain would just start already.

Mara yells into the couch again and Isabella bites her cheek until it bleeds into her mouth, resisting the urge to flinch at the sound. Careful to mark herself where the cut won’t show, she chews on the skin inside her cheek until the sting has settled her, centered her, until she’s calm enough to speak. She offers a useless, murmured platitude, the only defense she has. “I’m sorry you’re upset, Mara.”

A humorless chuckle. “Yeah. Me too, Isabella.” Her owner shakes her head, hair sleek and black and shining, falling down, hiding her face. There’s no clue to what she’s feeling, thinking, besides the muffled sound of her voice. “I just…it’s been what, barely more than a year? And I’m already so goddamn sick of working there.”

“I…I’m sorry you…” Isabella swallows. Trying to be specific led her in too deep. She doesn’t know what she’s sorry for. “I’m sorry it’s, um, like that.”

Um. She winces at the stammering mess of a sentence, throat closing on her, but Mara just starts talking, doesn’t say a word about her pet’s slip. In fact, she hardly seems to have heard Isabella at all. “God. It was naïve of me, to think that I could do this. To think it wouldn’t be this bad. To think that it would be over soon enough that it wouldn’t affect me.”

Not sure what she’s talking about, Isabella nods along silently, even though her owner can’t see her. She winces at her own stupidity, but her silence must be enough, because Mara starts up again, still angry, still not even looking at Isabella. “It’s just, now, with you, I have to stay for like…for years. Years. This therapeutic aid program, that’ll take a good while to get going. And studying the effects of triggers on memory, that could be…I mean that could be real long-term.” Mara shakes her head, finally lifting her face out of the pillow to squint at the wall, considering timelines in her head. “I think, what, four, five years from now? I could get a job somewhere else and we could leave town. I’ll falsify the reports after that, or take you in somewhere else, I guess, where they don’t know us and we don’t have to be so careful. But fuck, five years? And, and now – now Jamie’s out here to see you, talking about staying in town, and I don’t know what the hell she thinks she’s doing, who the fuck she thinks she is…”

Mara heaves a disgusted sigh. Isabella, for her part, has almost stopped breathing. She feels faint, hollow, condemned. She’s heard every word that Mara said – hung on every one of them and knew that each could be important. The words stuck in her brain, though, are with you. As in, now, with you, I have to stay for years.

Isabella may not understand the nuances, or the reasoning that ties everything together, but even she can connect the bare facts. Mara is angry because she hates her job and because Jamie is here. Mara has to keep her job because of Isabella. Jamie is in town because of Isabella. It’s her fault, her fault, her fault. Isabella doesn’t know what she did wrong but it must be something, because she made her owner angry without even knowing why. The anxiety in her stomch grows and mutates, flipping into fear so real it’s almost nausea in Isabella’s stomach. “I-I’m sorry,” she tries, swallowing hard, fixing her eyes on the carpet and telling herself not to cry. “I’m sorry. M-Mara, I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” Brows knitting, Mara looks over at Isabella, noticing for the first time that her pet is on her knees, shaking. “I…Isabella...” Mara shakes her head. “It’s…I mean, you’re part of it...of, of things, but it’s not about you. Calm down, okay? Calm down.” When Isabella remains on her knees, eyes on Mara, still faint with fear, Mara reaches out, rolling her eyes almost fondly, and musses Isabella’s hair. “You’re fine, girl. It’s not really about you.” Leaning hard into her owner’s hand, Isabella wants to weep with relief. The words feel almost as good as the touch, even if Isabella can’t possibly believe they’re true. Sometime soon, the other shoe will drop. Soon, Mara will have to do something about her anger. Soon, Isabella will find out exactly what that is.

Birth of a Predator

Tavros never considered that Vriska could be prey.

Honestly, who would? Everything about Vriska screamed predator. The attitude. The presence. The confidence. The smug, sadistic grin. You either dreaded or longed to get devoured by her.

And yet, here she was. Stripping herself in Tavros's respite block, slowly revealing her delectable skin to the world. 

"i, uH, dON'T KNOW WHY YOU CAME TO ME FOR THIS," Tavros said, nervously scratching the back of his head and averting his eyes. "i'M NOT REALLY THE FIRST PERSON YOU THINK OF AS A PRED,,, oR EVEN A PREY, gIVEN THE HORNS,"

Vriska sighed as she threw her shirt to the side, leaving her sizable breasts to dangle, contained by nothing but a thin bra. "Yeah, that's the point." Vriska leaned over him, resting a leg on one of his chair's footrests. "Do you know what most preds would do if given this opportunity?" 

Tavros looked her up, almost against his will, with a little bronze blush. He could see her sweat glistening on her skin, her scent abd breath wafting into his nostrils. "uH, eAT YOU,"

Vriska snorted. "Yeah, no shit dum8ass. And they wouldn't let me out." Vriska plopped her ass down on his lap, accidentally squashing his bulge as she wrapped her legs around his torso. "8ut you? You're a pansyass. You wouldn't digest a fly, much less a spider." Vriska grabbed his jaw and pulled his mouth open, eyeing his maw critically as bronze saliva dripped between his teeth. "You have all the parts of an actual pred... you just don't have any spine." She closed his jaws and looked him in the eye.

"So keep quiet and enjoy your meal, Pupa. It's the only one you'll 8e getting."

Tavros nodded nervously. Vriska smirked and wiggled around, unintentionally grinding her ass into his bulge. She slipped her fingers into his mouth slowly, letting them rest on his tongue.

"Go on. Taste them." 

Tavros did as asked, rubbing his tongue around and between her fingers as she slid her whole hand in.

"Delicious, aren't they? Meaty. Juicy. Like a well cooked steak."

Tavros nodded along, hesitant to go along, even if he did agree. She did have a flavor to her that he'd never tasted before. A well cooked steak was the closest analogy he could think of.

Vriska slid her other hand in, bulging out Tavros' mouth before his jaw adjusted with a pop.

"Well, my little predator? Are you ready for the main course?"

Tavros nodded, more enthusiastically this time. He wasn't sure what it was. The flavor. The talk. Or just the feeling of filling his mouth. But he already wanted more.

Vriska smirked and shoved her arms down his throat, pushing her head into his mouth. He could hear her muffled moans as his teeth clamped around her neck, feel her twisting as his teeth assaulted her face, coating her orifices in bronze saliva.

It was definitely the flavour now. The salty tang of sweat, mixed in the rawness of the meat was beginning to make him stir. It was... intoxicating. Hypnotic. Addictive. Delicious. 

Tavros' stomach groaned.

He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled, stuffing her breasts into his maw.

Tavros could hear Vriska moan in his throat, but he payed her no mind. He was too busy lavishing her mounds with his tongue, tasting her every inch as his tongue slipt between the bra and assaulted her nipples.

An experienced predator would've savoured the occasion, run his tongue over her body so many times he could recall her every detail,  but Tavros' gut demanded food now.

Another gulp had his throat gorge out around her massive melons and his teeth began to creep down her waist. He barely had the time to taste her before her ass was ruthlessly shoved in.

So many details passed him by so quickly. Vriska curling up in his stomach as her head was shoved in. His gut bloating out, becoming so much bigger than it ever was before. His stomach being filled with more meat than most bronze bloods likely ever saw in their lives and still demanding more.

He had no time for the finer details. He was too busy slobbering over Vriska's ass, coating her nook and bulge in saliva as his ravenous gut howled for more.

It all happened so fast after he shoved her ass in. He slurped her legs up and belched.

It was long and loud and thunderous. A long, drawn out sound that rattled the windows and shook the walls. It rolled in his bones, it turned in his gut, it brought his whole world to a stop. It was only as the echo died down that everything truly sunk in.

The taste. The hunger. The fullness. The noises and comments his meal had made. The gurgles and glorpes and groans of an amateur stomach as it's first live meal shifted inside. The weight on his torso felt like a heavy, sobering anchor as he came back to reality.

He had eaten Vriska Serket.

His stomach groaned as Tavros ran over it with his fingers. Shifting and pulsing around his prey.

He had eaten Vriska Serket.

Tavros smirked, a bit of bronze drool still dripping from his lip.

He had eaten Vriska Serket. 

"My, I didn't know you had it in you, Pupa." Vriska's voice was still smug and sinister. So completely oblivious to how quiet it was next to the groans of a working stomach. "It's so cute. You were almost a real predator for a minute there."

Tavros liked his lips. "dO YOU MIND SPEAKING UP, i CAN'T HEAR YOU IN THERE,"

His voice had a strange tone that even Tavros took a minute to recognize in himself. Was he... gloating? To Vriska?

...What could Vriska do to stop him?

"Do you need your hearing checked? I sai-"

Tavros forced up a large, guttural belch. It sent his spittle across the floor as it interrupted his dinner. Cold. Abrupt. And so, so satisfying. 

"yEAH, tHAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU SAID,"

Vriska paused. Her struggles, her voice, everything stopped.

"Are... are you mocking me?"

There was a cold, cold threat in that voice. One that Tavros had so rarely heard but had learned to fear all the same.

....He could still let her out. He could let her go. Maybe, she would forgive him.

Tavros' stomach gurgled and that thought was forgotten. 

"yES, i AM, sO COME ON OUT AND STOP ME,"

Tavros' stomach exploded into activity. Kicks and squirms push his stomach every which way as Vriska swore at him through thick flesh and groaning guts. His stomach gurgled and churned loudly as its meal struggled, the groaning loudly filling the room as Tavros let out another burp.

It should hurt, all things considered. A big strong cobalt hammering at his muscles from the inside out. Tough, energetic prey banging against his inexperienced stomach with everything she had. It should hurt like hell. But, even as his gut roared in protest of its abuse, it just felt so good. He was just so full.

"gOD,,, tHAT FEELS SO GOOD," Tavros gasped and moaned as he rubbed his stomach, to far gone to stop his drooling and belching. "i FEEL SO FULL,,,, sO,,, pERFECTLY FULL," Tavros burped again as he began pressing down the lumps in his stomach stilling Vriska's strikes.

He'd have plenty of time to enjoy this. It was his first meal. Vriska would be digesting for a long time.

~

Hours.

It had been hours.

A long, luxurious set of hours.

Vriska has thrashed the whole time, unrelenting in her insults and her offensive. Her kicks conjured up churns. Her blows brought out burps. Each belch wrapped the gut around her tighter, outlining her voluptuous form. His stomch along sense started sloshing now as the acids began to rise and Vriska's struggles had been slowly waning, minute by minute.

"Tavros...." Vriska's voice was so quiet now. It's desperation apparent even under that veneer of confidence. "You have to.... let me out..."

Tavros rubbed his gut slowly, rubbing slime and chime and acids into her skin. "wELL,,, aLRIGHT, i GUESS I CAN," He stopped rubbing and started pressing, quitely noting how her skin gave way slightly under his touch. "iF ONLY YOU COULD JUST HELP ME REMEMBER SOMETHING,"

"Alright.... what do you want to know?"

Tavros leaned in, rubbing his gut all the while. "i KNOW WE WERE FLARPING ONCE A LONG TIME AGO,,, aND YOU GOT ME NEAR A CLIFF," He wrapped his hands around  the grey round dome. "wHAT WAS IT YOU DID TO ME,"

"I-I well I-"

Tavros forced up a belch, squeezing his gut bring out as much air as possible.

"aNSWER THE QUESTION, vRISKA"

"I... made you jump off the cliff."

"nOW, iN HINDSIGHT, wAS THAT VERY NICE,"

"...I'm sorry."

Tavros rested his head on his gut.

"wHAT WAS THAT, i COULDN'T HEAR YOU,"

"I said I'm sorry, okay! Now let me out!"

Tavros leaned back against his chair.

"dON'T WORRY, i KNOW HOW YOU CAN MAKE IT UP TO ME,"

Tavros forced up one final belch. His stomach gurgled and churned as it shrank around her. It was too tight to move. No more air to breath. The final curtain.

"dIGEST, tHEN I'LL CONSIDER US EVEN,"

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Tavros looked himself over in the mirror. His once flat stomach now plush with some left over pudge and padding. On top of that, his chair felt much... smaller now. Tighter. Some of that padding had gone straight to his ass, it seemed. It wasn't a significant difference... but knowing who that padding used to be made it so much more.

Tavros' stomach growled and his thoughts turned to his next meal.

He spared no thoughts to his victim. He felt no shame. No remorse. No second thoughts. And there was no hesitation in his mind as he scrolled through the menu of friends in his mind.

Tavros never considered that Vriska could be prey. Now, he considered everyone to be prey.

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I'm still surprised you don't have your own blog for these, Gamzanon~ They're just too gooood, but of course you're always welcome here~

The Quiett - Night Fight

Chapter Two “Baby girl, you have to wake up now. Kiseok needs to check you out,” Donggab moved the hair from your face. Blinking you took a quick look at the room, which you didn’t recognize. Donggab was sitting next to you on the bed with Joon Kyung in the corner with Loco, one of Kiseok’s helpers. Kiseok was fiddling around on the desk. “Hey, nice to see you awake!” He gave you a warm smile as he shooed Donggab from his spot. “Let’s start from the bottom up, alright?” He preformed a quick exam, checking for cuts or breaks. Your legs were largely fine, though he did apply a salve and wrap to your ankles from where the rope had chafed your skin. “I have to lift up your shirt a bit to check for bruising,” he explained when he got to your stomch. You figured it was more for an explanation to Donggab then anything else. “You seem a bit tender,” he noted as he pressed on your lower abdomen. “Do you remember getting kicked or hit here?” You shook your head slightly. “Ahh, okay…Um, I just have to ask but is there any possibility that you may be pregnant?” Donggab had his hands gripped to Kiseok’s shirt faster than you could think. “What are you trying to say, asshole?” Donggab asked through clenched teeth. “Shin Donggab, let him go right now!” You raised your voice as much as you could. “Let him go,” you repeated quietly as you reached for his wrist and gave a gentle pull. He let you take his hand as he released Kiseok, who was smiling at the whole ordeal. “No, Kiseok. I haven’t been with anyone since I started working at the club so unless I’m magically ten months pregnant and have lost 10 pounds, then no,” you glanced at Donggab who looked satisfied with your response as Kiseok laughed and moved to feel your sides. “Relax Romeo and Juliet. I was just fucking with you. It’s fun to see him get all worked up,” you simply just gave Donggab’s hand and squeeze as he chuckled at the doctor. “You definitely have broken ribs. I would say four or five, but I can’t know for sure without an x-ray. I’ll give you a brace to help with that. And I trust that Romeo over here can tell me if you more private areas are bruised…he would kill me if I even suggested looking,” kiseok stated almost cheerfully. “Damn right, buddy,” he sighed. “Well he won’t be seeing those anytime but I’ll let you know.” You shot a look at Donggab who looked confused. “I saved your life and you are just going to leave me high and dry?” He asked almost teasingly. “I’m mad as hell at you right now, so don’t press your luck. If I didn’t hurt this bad I would have punched you myself.” You looked away from him with a pout on your face. Donggab just sighed in response, knowing he had a lot of explaining to do. “Fuck!” You called out as your body jerked up. “Did that hurt?” Kiseok asked as he hit the sensitive spot on your left side. “No, I just really felt like screaming out in agony just then, dumbass! What the fuck?” You screamed at the man acting as your doctor. He continued to poke at the area and you did everything to get him away. Kicking your legs, pushing his shoulders, whatever you could. “Loco, grab her legs. Donggab, help me out here,” Kiseok moved you slightly to the side so be could get a better look at your back. “Oh shit,” he breathed. “Joon Kyung, dig in my bag for a white flip phone. Bring it here,” Kiseok let you lay back on your back. Huffing, you worked your way through with deep breaths. Donggab ran his fingers over your forehead to wipe the sweat that was beading. Kiseok pulled out a needle and drew some medicine into the vile. “Corey, do you remember anything about how your side was hurt? Anything at all?” You bit your lip. “The fence pole. He pushed me against it,” you choked out, voice coarse. “Okay. I am going to give you something for the pain. You’ll probably knock out here in a bit. I’ll finish things up with your burn and cut. It’s going to be fine, just painful.” Kiseok prepared the shot and administered it into the port where your IV was located. It took only a few moments before the world got blurry and you were out. “Shit! Phone, now,” Kiseok growled as he dialed the only number listed on the disposable. “What the fuck is going on?” Donggab got up to approach the man. Loco and JoonKyung were next to him in a beat, slowly grabbing him and forcing him to sit down once again. “Shut up right now, hyung. I fucking need to talk to a real doctor,” Kiseok rubbed his forehead as he checked your vitals again. “Doc, it’s me. Something happened,” Kiseok rattled off your vitals to the man on the other line. “She’s in rough shape, everything is superficial but her liver. We have high level bruising, swelling visable and point tenderness. Same side as two broken ribs…..” Donggab put his head between his knees trying to keep his anger down. You were in all of this pain because of him and it made him sick. “Can you make time? Portable right? I’ll send a guy to pick you up. They’ll be there in 10, thanks Doc.” Kiseok hung up and pulled out the salve for your wrists and burns. He then stitched up your gash over your eyebrow. “She shouldn’t scar, but it’ll take a couple weeks to close. Her arm will probably always have a mark where she was burnt, but the cream will help. Donggab,” he picked up his head to look at the man. “Hyung, it could be a punctured liver. One of my teachers is going to steal equipment and check for me. Loco and a couple of your guys are getting him now.” Donggab nodded and looked over at you. “So what does that mean?” “If it’s punctured then she’ll need surgery. And we can’t take her to a hospital….hopefully it’s just a bad bruise.” Kiseok was right about the hospital. None of the gang could go without being arrested. All they could do is pray for the best case. The doctor came and preformed tests all while Donggab just stared at your face. He couldn’t help and he didn’t want to leave. So there he sat, staring and praying to a diety he didn’t believe in to make you heal perfectly. An hour later and your eyes fluttered open. Donggab gave a smile and called Kiseok over. “Hey, the human punching bag awakes. How you feeling?” You just nodded at Kiseok, eyes still glued to the man who saved you. “So luckily your liver is just really bruised. No surgery, just some pain. You won’t be able to lift anything more than a gallon of milk for a month or so. You’ll be uncomfortable, but you’ll heal. No extreme exertion for two months. Bed rest for two weeks, got that?” You turned your attention to the man who helped you. “Thanks Kiseok. I don’t know how to thank you for all that….sorry for kicking you though,” he laughed and ruffled your hair. “You owe me a huge feast once you get on your feet again. Deal? Six weeks away from your food was torture.” You nodded eagerly as he retreated from the room with Loco close behind. You gave a small wave before the door shut and you were left alone with Donggab. “So, how are you feeling?” He asked in his rough tone. You just stared at him as you chewed the inside of your cheek. “Mad. So fucking mad right now. I’m hurt more than just physically. You left,” you sighed as he rung his hands together. “You couldn’t possibly want me. Not after what you found out,” he whispered to you. “You should have let me decide that! All I wanted was an explanation. I wanted to know why…how you could -how you could leave me alone after that!” The tears stung your eyes and threatened to fall. “We can talk about it after you eat something,” he pushed a bowl of mixed rice toward you. “Do you even know how long you were gone?” With a shake of your head you had a feeling it was a while based on the ache of your stomach. “Corey, it was two days. He had you tied up for two fucking days,” Donggab looked furious again while you just stuffed your face with the food in front of you. You just nodded as he revealed this. “You’re strange, you know that? Most people find out that they have been held hostage that long and they get mad. You just eat faster,” he cracked a half smile at you. “Well I have a lot of meals to make up for,” this got you a laugh. You finished your food and coke your head at Donggab where he sat finishing up some paperwork. “Where do I begin?” You asked him. Simply placing down his pen, his eyes found yours. “How about the beginning? Seems as good a place as any,” while his face looked calm you could tell by the way his foot was bobbing up and down that he was nervous. “Alright,” you adjusted higher in your seat with only a mild twinge of pain. “So, did you know who I was when you hired me?” Donggab only nodded as his response. “Were you going to tell me?” Again he nodded. “So,” you looked straight into those beautiful eyes. “Why did you kill my father?”

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ANGST MEME⚱: my muse’s reaction to waking up to your muse, beaten by mine, but my muse has no recollection of the night before. 07:52 AMAn annoyed hum rolled out of his lips at whatever sound that was trying to bother his sleep. He assumed that it was just a dream and he turned to the other side laying on his stomach. But the sound wasn’t the only thing that bothered him again, an intense headache alarmed him to wake up and face it “What the hell..” he grumbled under his breath and reached his phone to check the time. It was too early to deal with any human being who was knocking at his door in an early sunday morningHe dragged his body with his headache out of the bed. He couldn’t remember why was he feeling like he just woke up from death but sunday’s headaches were only a sign of being wasted the night before. He always makes a promise that he won’t drink too much and ends up breaking it “Coming” he quickly put clothes on, washed his face, brushed his teeth, then fixed what he can with his messy hair before opening the door. “Baekhyun?” The frown on his face was about to turn into a smile before it got interrupted “I just came to tell you that I fucking hate you” The words didn’t leave him only agaped but also hopeful that it was just some of his teasing. That’s why a hesitated laugh rolled out of his lips though he could feel that his heart started beating in his ears. “It’s too early for jokes” he grumbled “Are you gonna keep standi-” he was cut mid sentence when he finally noticed the bruises covering his face, and his swollen eyes. He just looked messy and it forced his half opened eyes into a wide ones in shock “Oh my god..Baekhyun..what happened to you?” He stared at him in trying to understand what was going on. What happened? And who’s the fucker that did this to him? He thought. “You need to go to the hospital. It looks really bad” his hand reached to touch the other’s face but it got swatted away like aome bug, making him earn another glare as a response. Why was he acting this way with him? And then he realized that he wasn’t joking about the words he got earlier. The boy looked like he despised him to death and it gave him a sinking feeling in his stomch. What did he do to get this treatment? That’s not fair… “Don’t act like you fucking care when it’s you who’s responsible for all this” Why was his friend already saying many confusing things at this morning? What does he mean by that he’s responsible for this? Did it actually mean that it was him who did this?A step back Two steps back Three steps back No, that must be some joke. He was never the type to beat a friend. True, he can get violent drunk sometimes and he can beat he hell out of a stranger that tries to bother him..but never a friend..no whatever Baekhyun was saying can’t be true His knees weakening But then the hurt in his friend’s eyes was real. If what Baekhyun was saying is true then…what would that make Luhan causing his best friend a physical and emotional pain? How can he deal with himself now? And mostly how can he deal with the hurt in those swollen eyes now? “This can’t be true..” his voice came lower than a whisper, his throat wasn’t helping him and the tightness in his chest was making it hard for him to breath, already suffocating him in no time. Why the hell can’t he remember anything? He needs to remember to prove him that he wouldn’t do such a thing. That moment of silence was like an eternity of some horror movie..and it made Luhan hope that this was all some nightmare from the nightmares he often has. He’ll wake up and this all will disappear…except that he’s already awake, abd Baekhyun still looks at him like he hates him.He should apologize, he should say something but no voice gets out. Instead he only feels his muffled emotions fill his eyes in form of tears and he knew that if he doesn’t get away this moment he might end up having a mental breakdown. He needed to leave, he needed some airHe can’t deal with thisHe can’t deal with this nowSo the next thing he did was putting on the first shoes he found and running down the stairs, ignoring that he was looking pathetic with the river of tears rolling out of his cheeks now. He needed to leave as far as possible as if that would make the pain fade. He can’t even dare to ask for forgiveness..he knows that he doesn’t deserve it. And what hurts him more than that, it's that he knows well he won’t have Baekhyun in his life anymore, not after this.

Luhan managed to disappoint another person, and his sobs grew louder ✺: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club Going out to clubs with Baekhyun has become a habit at least once in two weeks. And though Baekhyun whines about it and he rathers spending time at home watching his favorite shows..Luhan doesn’t give up on dragging him out. He knows that he’ll be thanked for it later.So it wasn’t something unexpected when they reached their 7th glass, if he was still counting… and Baekhyun muttered a ‘thank you for taking me out’ in his ear as they were dancing.The buzz in his jeans pocket he got made him solve the hold he had around the other for a moment to pull his phone up to check the caller’s name. He had to answer and the loud music wasn’t going to allow him have a proper conversation“I’ll be right” he planted a kiss on the other’s cheek and dragged his body out of the dance floor to the restroom. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before he came back, rolling his eyes around the place looking for the other. He wasn’t there and the bright lights were bothering his sight and making his mission in finding his friend a harder one. Finally he spotted him in the corner sipping some cocktail through a straw, and he seemed like he was talking to someone. For some reason the sight drawn a frown on his face, but as he walked closer he could notice that Baekhyun wasn’t interested in whatever that guy was saying, but they kept insisting anyway“…at least give me your number sweetie” “You can clearly see that he doesn’t want to. So how about you fuck off?” A drunk luhan wasn’t only an easily teased one but also the fastest to get angry when some stranger tries to ruin his night. and regarding his impulsive nature he often got in troubles. So he quickly stood between his friend and whoever that was, sending him a heated glare. “And what are you? His boyfriend?” That snort and that sarcastic face were enough to let him send a fist straight to the male’s face, making him back off immidiately to take care of his nose instead, while grumbling curses under breath.“I supposed that’s an enough introduction” The words were thrown with annoyed smile, knowing that he must have drawn all eyes on them now. But he doesn’t feel the slightest guilty about punching him. He deserved it “Let’s go..” he immidiately took a hold of Baekhyun’s hand showing no regrets to the glares he received from the male before he pulled him to get out of the club.