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koenigami · 6 months

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not sure if you allow it, but how does wriothesly react when the reader uses their safe word during an intense session?

tags : fem!reader, smut, crying, use of safeword, aftercare, comfort, +18

It's hot in the room, the constant gurgling of the pipes reminding you that WRIOTHESLEY must have turned up the heating higher than usual. Then why is your body shivering, with goosebumps all over your skin? You can't see him, can't hear him because he has barely talked to you ever since he's returned from his office. Yet you feel his large, intimidating form loom over your body from behind. You can't speak, can barely breathe with his constricting hand around your throat that somehow seems to get tighter by every passing second.

He's immune to your whimpers, to the tears rolling down your cheeks. With each forceful thrust of his, you hear the bed creak and feel your knees get weaker, your body loosing strength until you're nothing but a limp toy for him. You want to get up, push him away, but the grip his other hand has on your wrists while holding them behind your back- He's just too strong.

That's when even the last ounce of pleasure leaves your body and you're left with nothing but dread and panic. "Red, p-please." you barely recognise your own voice, hoarse and frightened. "No more, please, red."

The pressure on your windpipes is gone instantly. You realise it, not by the oxygen that is easier entering your airways, no, because you still feel like you're suffocating. You realise it because his warmth is as well gone in an instant. W-Where did he go?

Rough hands are all over your body, yet they treat you with so much care, helping you turn and lie on your back, soothing down your thighs. One of them at last settles on your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing it and wiping the tears away. "Y/n? Sweetheart, you with me?"

You sniffle and press the heels of your palms against your eyes, your chest shaking with more sobs that won't stop racking your body. "I'm sorry, 'm so sorry. I-I don't even know-"

"No, no, don't apologise. There's nothing to be sorry for." Your brain still feels foggy as you finally look over at Wriothesley who's crouching beside the bed, giving you enough space to breathe yet still having his hands all over you, not wanting to let you go. Nonetheless, you're able to notice the tension in his posture, in his facial expressions. "Just try to relax, alright? You're okay now." his hand shifts to your hair, fingers combing through the messy strands until they settle on your scalp, soothingly massaging you there. "You did good. It was too much, wasn't it?"

"Couldn't breathe." you whisper and realise that you feel so small in his presence, but not in an inferior way. Wriothesley may look all brutish and intimidating with a strength that could crush any allegedly impenetrable door in the fortress, but you're well aware that he would never use that strength against people that he cares about. "And, uhm-"

Piercing blue eyes watch as you nervously fiddle with the blanket that he has covered you with. But the little peck he gives you on your shoulder tells you that he wants to let you have a breather and take as much time as you need to sort your thoughts. "You seemed a-angry. You were so quiet and, I don't know. It was..."

"Scary?" he finishes for you, a gentle and reassuring smile plastered on his face that alleviates the pressure on your chest.

"Yeah."

Silence invades the bedroom for a short moment, making you forget that you're miles beneath the water surface, that the room which you share with him belongs to a prison, that a few moments prior your body has been in a fight-or-flight mode. The silence reminds you that you're safe and that all of this, all of him, is home. "Will you come back to bed? And hold me?"

Wriothesley's eyes soften at your request and the timid sound of your voice. "Of course, my love." His knees pop when he eventually gets up, pressing a fleeting kiss on your temple before he picks his pants up from the floor and puts them on. Despite the previous events, you can't help but feel a light heat creep up your neck when you get a sight of his naked buttocks.

"Careful with those wandering eyes. I might think you want to continue where we left off." Wriothesley chuckles when you pull the blanket over your head, a futile attempt to hide your embarrassed expression.

"Come here." the mattress dips beside you and you let him tug the blanket off your head. The warmth and smell of his make you sigh in contentment once he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "I'm the one who should apologise. I was not aware of how much I was hurting you."

The teasing smirk and brief leisurely attitude are gone, replaced by a seriousness that you usually only get to see when he's handling work related matters. He kisses your face again and again, further silent apologies that he hopes will lessen the pain inside your chest. And his. "I was a little irritated, yes, but that had nothing to do with you. Some inmates got their hands on a few bottles of wine." he explains. "Those drunkards started spewing lots of nonsense when I confronted them about it."

What did they say?" you inquire quietly, your eyes slowly but surely feeling heavier. With a palm against his naked chest, you notice the rapid heartbeat but decide to not give it any mind, since Wriothesley's tender strokes along your back are truly not making it easy for you to stay awake and think straight.

He stops his movements for a short moment, clenching and unclenching his fist as his eyes trail over the red, irritated skin of his knuckles.

"Your grace has turned quite soft." "Your little mouse must be doing a great job in bed, huh?" "Why don't you lend her to us? I'm sure we could teach her a thing or two?"

"Nothing you should worry your head about." his voice is merely a whisper as his lips move against your forehead before he buries his nose in your hair and resumes to trace more soothing shapes on your lower back.

a/n : thank you for your patience, dear anon! hope you'll see this since your request has been sitting for a while in my inbox-

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chilumi-shipper · 1 year

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Forget and Regret (3)

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 3 of "Forget and Regret" (here's Part 2). Here comes the comfort, very much needed after all the pain.

You didn't think you'd be waiting another 8 months, did you?

Tags: Angst w/ happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, A little swearing, Maybe a little naughty in the end (nothing explicit)

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The Yashiro Commissioner woke up in a bed with a familiar fragrance, a homey comforting aroma from the sheets. A damp warm towel rested upon his forehead, his eyes staring up into the ceiling of a house he knew quite well.

His clothes had been replaced by a comfortable robe, a robe he knew was specially made for him, by a certain lady as a gift for their 3rd anniversary.

He remembers.

Just after he sat up on the bed, you emerged from the door. You seemed surprised to see him awake.

He tried to call out your name, but then he realized that his throat was so dry he couldn't say a word.

You noticed immediately, "I'll get you some food and water." Hurried steps can be heard even if he couldn't see you, and a few minutes went by before you came again with a tray carrying a bowl of Miso Soup and a glass of water.

You set the tray beside him, before taking the damp towel off his forehead so it wouldn't fall when he ate.

He didn't move a muscle though, he merely just looked at you.

"I know what you've gone through wasn't easy." You sighed, sitting down on a chair you pulled closer to the bed. "Eating will help you regain some strength."

His heart clenched, his beloved wife was right in front of him. Ayato's eyes wet with tears, which didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Hey, it's okay..." Despite being quite vulnerable right now, Ayato still noticed the shaking of your voice, like you were reassuring the both of you.

You urged him to eat and drink, making sure that he had his fill.

As he ate, he couldn't help but watch as your eyes produced tears of their own.

It was quiet for a moment, but the inevitable will soon come.

"Thank you."

"No need for that." You send him a small smile. "It's the least I can do after being such a bad wife." He looked quite displeased when you said that, indicated by the frown that formed on his face.

"You're not a bad wife."

"Have you recovered your memories?" He merely nodded at your question, making you sigh. "Then you should know that that is a lie."

Despite Ayato being at a position to be angry again, to go off at you for doing what you did, he remained quiet, with his heart beating fast.

He could no longer do that to you, he just wanted you back.

"I guess it's time for me to explain." You let out an awkward chuckle, feeling your husband's gaze point to you after you said those words. "It's plain and simple. I made it so that it was like we never met. That's what you wanted."

"I..." Ayato couldn't say anything back, he was only shaking his head. "No, that's not..."

You cleared your throat, standing up and taking the tray. "Even if you got all your memories back, we can stay this way. We never met, we don't know each other, we never got married. I can even move aw-"

"No." He said firmly, stopping you from moving away from him. Your intention of leaving the room and calm yourself down was cut off when his gaze landed on the box on your nightstand.

He pulled the box containing the necklace from your nightstand. Pulling out the jewelry, he promptly showed it to you.

"What does this mean?"

"...It's... the constellation in the sky above us when we first met." You answered uncertainly, not sure where he's heading with that information.

"This is proof that we met, and this..." Ayato took out his wedding ring. "Is proof that we got married."

He stood up from you bed, immediately walking towards you and took the tray away from your hands, placing it back on the bed before holding both your hands in his.

"I love you." Ayato stated confidently, like there was nothing he was more sure of than the words that just came out of his mouth.

You looked into his eyes, filled with determination.

If kneeling in front of you and begging for you to stay and be his again, he was ready to do so.

He got on his knees, and despite your protest and attempt to pull him up on his feet, he remained kneeling.

"I don't ever want to forget you again." Your husband's breathing was shaky, like he was about to cry. "I've always been so lucky that I met you, haven't I?" You shook your head, a single tear lead to a total crying fit.

"I'm sorry..."

You got on his level, on your knees as well. "M-Me too. Oh Archons, I'm so sorry, Ayato." You hugged him, burying your face on his chest.

You hear a sigh of contentment leave him as he hugged your shaking figure.

"Please, don't go." He whispered to your ear, before he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

It was hard to respond, you had hiccups from all your sobbing, but you tried your best to shake your head no, stating that you won't leave him, that you won't go.

"I am so fucking glad I remember you."

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"Looks like you managed everything in the Shuumatsuban while I was 'gone'." Ayato smiled as you when he saw that the Yashiro Commissioner was as organized as ever.

"With help from others. I figured it's the least I could do." You said sheepishly, making your husband chuckle.

"You did such a fantastic job that I actually have time to do many other of my duties!" You looked at him curiously when you saw his expression change as if he was planning something.

"What might those duties be?"

"I just so happen to remember very clearly..." He walked closer to you, intertwining his hand with yours and carefully pulling you to your shared room. "That we talked something about... a family of our own?"

As he locked the door of your room, you felt an excited shiver grow within you. "I want to fulfill my duty as a husband as well."

"My most important duty."

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I really hope you enjoyed this series, man did it take a lot out of me.

Thanks for reading, enjoy your day!!

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violet-eng · 6 months

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Neuvillette NSFW Headcanons.

NSFW +18 kamino eru did the 🎨

Since his work is exhaustive and drains a lot of energy from him, most of the time he is a bottom.

He lets you ride him because he knows you like it - and he doesn't have the strength for that.

When he's bottom he cums fast.

He's very, very, very vocal. You are going to hear him say your name many times, he murmurs, moans and pants a lot.

He always tells you how good you are at taking it.

He asks for more, he asks for it with tears in his eyes when you guys are on your third or fourth orgasm.

He cries during sex? YES, he cries because he likes doing it with you, because of the overstimulation you cause in him with your circular movements on his fat cock.

He cries and whispers "I love you, sniff sniff".

You ask for one more round, you lean over him and he accepts -with tears rolling down his eyes- even though he is almost drained. He would do anything for you… when he is bottom.

"Baby, I can't take it anymore," he would say, shiny pearls rolling down his cheeks. "Just a little more, Neuvi, please" you would say back.

---WHEN HE'S ON TOP.

If he had few judgments that day, he will come home early and if you didn't run away… pray, because you will be tied to the bed until dawn. It's now his turn

Neuvillette has high histamine…seriously, high. He is fit. And if his day at work didn't take much of his energy, then he'll pour it all out on you…and not just the energy.

He's good at pregame, he'd sneak up on you from behind while you're in the kitchen and start with wet kisses on your neck.

Lubrication is not a problem for him… Hydro vision…

He has a breast sucking kink.

He is a god, literally a god when eating pussy, like a starving man.

He grunts as the head of his fat cock begins to enter your tight, steaming little pussy. He growls a lot, it's almost animalistic.

Lots of compliments, damn, he praises your body a lot, especially your pussy for the way it sucks him.

His thrusts are soft: Neuvillete not only has sex, no… he makes love, and he wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you.

Missionary is his favorite position when he decides to be on top, because he can see you cry for him, ask for more, he can also hide his face in the crook of your neck and let you hug him while he speeds up the pace.

He whispers a lot of "I love yous" as he cradles your cheek with his hand.

He likes it when you caress his hair while doing it, he also caresses yours.

He does it all... night... long... and then goes back to work the next day.

He avoids cumming inside because he knows that you are both busy and don't have time to raise children.

AH.... but when he's in heat!!!!! Gurl, look for a place to hide yourself…

He is a dragon, and he smells when you are ovulating.

That thing about not having children because you don't have time for parenting… it was a lie… Neuvilette in heat has a powerful breeding kink

If he is in heat, he notifies that he will not go to work, and at the same time he tells your boss, because girl… you are not going to leave the room for at least two weeks.

His cock grows at that time, perhaps twice its size, and his seed load the same… Hydro Dragon must make sure he has offspring, right?

He thrusts you without warning - almost always -

Puts you in mating press pose almost all the time, because that way he can get deeper

Dirty talk, but for real... who's this man? This ain't the soft Neuvi you know:

"Loving what your man's cock is doing to you, uh?" "You look so nasty from up here, awful, how is that you were a lady before this, moaning like a slut?" "Beg, y/n, beg for my cock in this danked pussy of yours "

Growls, roars, whimpers, calls you his, uses your name with a low low looooooowwwww and sexy voice.

His voice … Archons … the tone of his voice descends to levels that when he bathes your ear could make you cum asap.

He is rough, ambitious, energetic, intense, you feel that at any time he will break you in two.

Finds your point G almost immediately, and will not stop hitting it with its great, fat and long cock, even if you beg him to stop because of overestimulation.

Doesn't go slowly, moreover, you feel as if he was only faster, fuck, how much stamin does he have?

The thrusts are so strong that it is as if you felt it in your throat

He relies on the back of the bed for more power and stability, and you can see his muscles tense in that pose, attractive as fuck.

Leaves you marks. Many … marks. In the breasts, the thighs, the neck, the groin, the shoulders …

Doesn't stop. He loves your cock drunk face beneath him, and tilts his head while appreciating the view.

"Look at that face you're pulling. Looks like you love my cock, eh?"

He's aggressive, yeah, but when he rubs your clit he's just oh so lovely and tender. And that fucking kills you.

Touches the buldge that shows through your belly, where his fat cock hits your cervix, and it only makes him go faster, and faster... you almost faint a couple of times.

Cums a lot, inside of you of course, he wants to see your swollen belly with his child, and ensures that it stays inside of your abused hole.

And that's only for a day... the next 13 days... gurl... you better grab a wheelchair.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #neuvilette smut #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette fanart #fontaine

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echobx · 1 month

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husband & business man!Rafe hcs

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◆ he'll be coming home from some dumb golf game or something boring and it was so annoying that he has to let it all out by fucking you into subdrop

◆ and then he'll be all sweet after peppering you with kisses to bring you back to reality

◆ but the first time it happened he was actually scared that he hurt you and kept rambling, like "shit baby, I didn't think that was even a real thing. you good? can I keep going or do you need a break?"

◆ and he's never been good at aftercare, but he gets into it and somehow it's incredibly fulfilling to carry you around after and wash you and put you in your favorite pjs so you can sleep and regain your strength

◆ and the morning after he'll make you breakfast in bed and shower you with compliments of how good you were to him the night before

◆ and that rhythm repeats once or twice a month because that's just how his work life is

◆ and he's a busy man, so every time he leaves for a project somewhere else he drags you with him because "we gotta get a scratch away map and scratch off all the countries I made you cum at least five times in a row"

◆ and although he's a doggy kinda guy, he's not appalled by doing a little missionary once in a while because you look so pretty when you cry because his dick is just that huge

◆ and he'll kiss away the tears and tell you to not be such a little bitch about it and just take it like a good girl

◆ and you'll nod, because who are you to argue with him over it because you know he's right

◆ still the tiny fight just always gets him to fuck you a little harder every time you do it

◆ he'd say shit like "gonna fill you up and get you pregnant like a slut" but he's also the one who made you get on birth control, so you know he doesn't actually mean it

◆ but he does mean it when he says he wants to make a little tape in case you can one day not go with him on a trip so the both of you have something to work with

◆ and you do it and it's not bad but not very good either but he doesn't care at all bc "look at that, such a pretty pussy taking all of me. god, you sound pathetic when I fuck you, baby. I love it."

◆ he'd tell you to get your nipples pierced but you refuse at first bc that shit hurts but he keeps saying it and once you do it he acts all surprised "oh baby, you really shouldn't have. that's the best birthday gift ever."

◆ ofc he pays for your manicures and for every little thing. but especially the manicures bc god damn he loves it when you scratch him like a wild animal

◆ he loves showing you off too, especially to his friends who still don't understand how you got him to settle down

◆ and he'll be a real ass over it too, telling Topper and Kelce to look at how hot you are

◆ and the first time round they actually did look at you, but just a bit too long for his taste and then he threatened them and they know him well enough to be actually scared

◆ and you're so sweet and bubbly and he's always looking at you

◆ especially when your eyes are fixed on some other girl who keeps eyeing him and he knows you could tear her to pieces if he let you

◆ the thing is, you know he only wants you, you know there's no real threat, but it still makes your blood boil to know that they think they have a chance

◆ sometimes you even let him fuck you right in front of them, like that one time at a party in a hot tub

◆ and he'd never deny your wish to show off how good he is at fucking you

◆ but once you get back home he makes sure that you remember that he is the one in control

◆ and you'll babble on and on about how you can't take it anymore but you both know it's a lie so he keeps railing into you until you squeeze him so hard that he sees stars

◆ and every time it ends the same, with the two of you cuddling and him showering with "I love you's" and whispered musings, telling you "if I hadn't already married you I'd do it again and again"

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please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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entitled-fangirl · 2 months

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Two idiots in love. (P9)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: The reader is determined to care for Ellie and Joel as he recovers. She meets a seemingly kind man named David, and she struggles with whether to trust him or not.

Masterlist

Part 1 and 10

Author's note: God forbid I ever get straight to the point.

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Y/N let out a gasp at Joel's bruising grip on her wrist.

Maybe she should've warned the man before applying that much pressure to the wound.

But she was panicking, and didn't know what to do with herself.

The strings of hardly heard curses that came from Joel's mouth were like angelic sounds to the woman.

It meant he was still alive.

And that was enough for her.

The basement of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere was not exactly the place Y/N wanted to be, but they needed to give Joel time to heal.

And she was more than willing to do anything for him.

For her Joel.

"Come on, come on, Joel. You gotta help me." She muttered under her breath to him.

He barely tilted his head up to her, "Leave."

Ellie looked over the woman's shoulder, "Shut up, Joel."

"And take the gun."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ellie screamed.

He reached out and grabbed Y/N's collar. With what strength he had left, he pulled her close to his face, "You go north. You go to Tommy."

She shook her head at him hurriedly, only making the man panic further. "S..sweet girl, please."

"You… you just let me stay. How am I supposed to just leave you?"

"Go. GO!" And he pushed her shoulder, making her stumble back onto the floor.

Ellie was frustrated, and went outside to give herself time to breathe.

Y/N moved back towards Joel, letting her fingers gently brush his messy curls from his face, "Honey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna… stay as long as I need to. Until you're ready to go again."

The gently prodding of her fingers in his hair was whisking him to sleep.

But she needed to hear his voice more before she let him finally succumb, "Joel…?"

She barely heard his replied hum.

"What um… you said you had left a note for me? Well… I was just thinking about it… What did it say?"

"You…" he swallowed, struggling to talk, "You read it when… when you get back to Jackson…"

She shook her head again, "I'm not going. I told you that."

His lips pulled into a very small smile, "You're so pretty. So… so beautiful…"

She watched his eyes close and his body finally relax as he fell asleep.

She let out a sigh, pulling Joel's jacket over his body to give him warmth.

…

Ellie let out a small cry as she tried to give Joel water.

He was still passed out cold, and she had resorted to dripping water from her fingers onto his lips in hopes that he'd take it.

Y/N walked by the sight with a sigh, before leaning down behind the girl, "You're doing alright, baby."

And she kissed Ellie on the top of the head.

Ellie couldn't remember the last time someone did that.

Or even ANY time somebody had done that for her.

"I'm gonna go out… try to hunt." Y/N said. "We're gonna need something if we stay here. Think you can hold down the fort for me, El?"

Ellie nodded. "I can do that."

She smiled, "Good. I'll be back in a few hours. Hopefully with dinner. I won't lie to you, though. I'm not as good of a shot as Joel."

Only then did Ellie finally smile. "Just… promise you'll come back?"

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you, baby."

And Y/N kissed the unconscious Joel on the forehead before heading upstairs.

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God, Y/N forgot how much she hated the cold.

Especially knowing that Joel wouldn't be able to warm her up when she got back like he always used to.

But as luck would have it, a beautiful deer was only 20 yards from her.

She smiled, and knelt down to crouch with the gun.

She remembered Joel's words.

Slow and steady. Gently.

Gunshot.

Right in its head.

But as luck would have it, someone was ready to take it back with them instead.

…

David sighed, "What do you think?"

James shrugged, "Seems fine to me."

"Alright. Well, let's get it now. I reckon that whoever shot it is not far off."

David kneeled down to grab the deer.

And hear the click of a handgun against his head.

"Don't. Move."

Y/N faked bravery with her words and actions, but inside, she was terrified.

"Drop your fucking rifles."

The men did so, and Y/N let David stand.

The two men turned around to face her.

They could see the quick rise and fall of her chest even through her heavy coat. The panic in her eyes.

"You're quite a hunter." David reasoned. "We didn't even hear you coming."

"Where the hell did you come from?" She retaliated.

"We're not here to hurt you." David reasoned again, "Let us have 10 seconds of your time."

"Just answer the goddamn question!"

"I'm David, this is my friend James. We're from a larger group: women, children, and we're all very, very hungry…"

"Weird," Y/N lied. "I'm from a large group, too. But, I don't steal others' game."

"Well, even so," David tried again, "ya can't drag this back on your own."

"I can fucking try."

The man sighed, "We're not asking for charity. We can trade you for some of the deer. We have… well, what do you need?"

Y/N was actually considering his offer. Her gun lowered just barely. "…Medicine?"

She didn't notice the way James' jaw clenched.

"We do," David nodded, "Back in our village. You're welcome to follow us."

"I'm not stupid," she scoffed. "You stay with me." She nodded towards James, "He can go get it and come back. Half the deer."

David nodded, "What kind of medicine?"

She let out a shuddered breathe, watching it show in the cold air, "Uh… penicillin? For infections?"

"Alright." He turned to James, "Go talk to Howard. Bring back two bottles and a syringe. It's not code. Do as I say."

Y/N let the barrel of the gun follow James as he stepped away.

"Now, step away from the rifle."

David did so immediately. "Whose gun is that? Your husbands?"

Y/N let out a scoff. She picked up David's rifle and slung it over to shoulder along with Joel's.

"None of your fucking business."

"Is he sick? Is that why you're out here instead of him?"

Y/N just shook her head and his antics.

"Well, look. It's a four-mile round trip back to our settlement. It's gonna be a while before James gets back. I have some oil and matches in my pack. We could.. uh… take shelter. Start a fire."

She pursed her lips.

The man seemed sincere.

"Alright. But you drag the deer."

…

"So, what's your name?"

Y/N scrunched up her nose as she looked down to her gun that rested on the floor near her crossed legs.

"It's hard to trust strangers. I know," David nodded. "But, I honestly mean you no harm."

She was cursing herself for her big fucking heart.

David seems to notice her internal battle. "For what it's worth, there's room for you in our group."

She shook her head, "I'm not interested in your… hunger club or whatever."

"I'm just a man tryna take care of the people who rely on me. Like… whoever is sick that's relying on you now."

"So, you're their leader?"

"Wasn't my choice. It was theirs. But… yeah."

"What… what do you mean?"

"Well, I'm a preacher. It's not a cult thing… just standard Bible stuff."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "After all this, you still believe in that?"

He smiled, "I actually started believing after the world ended."

A hint of a smile rested on the woman's face. "Interesting. Well, I'm sorry to have crossed paths with you like this. Maybe in another life, I would've joined your group. But I have my own."

David nods, "Well, I believe everything happens for a reason."

She scoffed slightly.

"It's true!" He laughed. "It does. I can prove it to you!"

She laughed, "Alright. Shoot."

"Well, we didn't expect this winter to be so harsh. Hard to find game. So, I sent four of our people to a nearby town to scavenge what they could. And… only three of them came back."

Oh fuck.

She tried to keep her face from showing any emotion.

"Turns out," David continued, "He was murdered by this crazy man. And get this: That crazy man was traveling with a little family. A wife and a girl."

Y/N leaned back, letting her hand slowly wander back to her gun on the floor.

"See?" David smiled. "Everything happens for a reason. James, lower the gun."

Her body went into flight mode, jumping up and pointing her handgun at James. But his rifle was already aimed at her.

"She's the one that killed Alec, isn't she?" James asked.

"She didn't kill anybody," David smiled. "Lower the gun."

James hesitantly did so.

Y/N felt like she was suffocating.

"Did you being the medicine?" David asked.

James nodded, "I did, but-"

"-Give it to her."

He held the medicine out, and Y/N slowly approached him and took it.

She then began to back away, deciding to go without the deer.

"I know you're not with a group," David said. "You won't survive long. I can protect you."

She shook her head. "I don't need your help. We're fine on our own."

Then, she took off in a sprint.

…

"Ellie? ELLIE!" Y/N screamed as she ran into the house.

Ellie immediately ran up the stairs to the woman, pulling her into a hug. "Did you get it?"

She shook her head, "No… I… I'm sorry. But, I got something for Joel." She pulled out the penicillin.

"What is that?"

Y/N smiled widely, "It's medicine. I got him medicine."

…

The next day, Y/N had volunteered to go out to scoop snow for Joel.

She was trying to not freak out Ellie about what had happened the previous day.

Which meant she didn't tell Ellie about it at all, and volunteered for anything that was outside of the house.

So, when a few of David's men showed up in the neighborhood, she was thankful that she was the one out there instead of her girl.

"Stay alert," David said, "If this man's not already dead, he's dangerous."

"And the girl and the woman?"

"We bring them back with us."

James sighed, "I don't mean to question your sense of mercy, David. We can let them go. But, we bring them back with us, they're just more mouths to feed."

"If we leave them out here, they'll die."

"Yeah," James retaliated, "Well, maybe that's God's will."

David turned to look at James, but didn't say a word.

…

"Ellie. Joel." Y/N whispered when she finally made it back to the house.

"What the fuck is happening?" Ellie worried.

"You need to stay here. Stay quiet. There are… fuck… there are men outside. I have to go."

Y/N kneeled by Joel's head, taking it in her hands, "Wake up. Joel, honey, wake up."

She smiled as his eyelids barely opened to reveal his dark eyes.

"There are men that are coming, okay? I'm gonna lead them away from you two but if anybody makes it down here, you…" she looks up at Ellie in exasperation. "…you gotta fucking kill them. Don't… don't hesitate."

She stood, "And don't let Joel sleep."

She wanted to hold Ellie and tell her it would be okay.

She wanted to kiss Joel again and feel his warm breath on her face.

She wanted a lot of things.

But wants weren't allowed anymore.

She hurried upstairs.

…

She knew she couldn't fight them.

And she couldn't outrun them.

Maybe she would just have to surrender herself to save them.

Then Ellie and Joel could find her.

Or they could die in the cold.

Better than dying at the hands of these men.

She wandered down a few street, as far as she could to keep them from looking in the house that Joel slept in.

She had to fake confusion.

Her plan was in action.

When the man rounded the corner, she pretended to be tying her horse to a tree.

And she feigned surprise when she heard the clicking of their guns.

She turned around with a worried expression, "oh, shit." She murmured. "…David?"

He smiled, "You know, I never caught your name."

"Why do you want it so bad?"

He shrugged, "I just… like ya or something. You have this… way about you. You draw people in."

She shook her head, "Well… I guess you came in time."

He tilted his head in confusion, "In time… for what?"

She had to pinch herself to make the tears come, "They… they're dead."

David's face turned to one of remorse, "Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry. That can't be an easy feeling. A now childless widow. But don't worry." He smiled at her as he approached, "We'll take care of you."

"David…?" James asked.

He turned to look over his shoulder, "What's one more mouth, James?"

But when David turned back to Y/N, she punched him as hard as she could in his jaw.

And she ran.

It threw the men off, and they weren't sure what to do.

But as they ran after her, David's voice traveled through the cold air, "ALIVE!"

It was harder to run in the snow than she thought.

But those thoughts stopped when she hit a brick wall.

James.

He grabbed her throat, cutting off her air supply.

She gasped under his grip until her face started to lose color.

Now real tears were falling from her eyes.

Especially when she felt her body give way.

David made his way over to the unconscious body. He picked her up gently before turning to the men. "You want vengeance? Go door to door. Find him. Deliver it."

And the preacher began to walk back to camp with Joel's most delicate and precious possession in his arms.

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sehodreams · 3 months

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this isn’t really an MTL but riize reaction to you tryna be the dom? or reader tryna be bratty and them just not having it the rest is up to you 😉

Hi babe, sorry for taking so much time answering this one, thank you so much for your patience 🥹😭

TW and Tags: bratty!reader, sexual content, MDNI, orgasm denial, spanking, marks, teasing, Dom!Riize (?).

Eunseok would immediately put you in your place, do you think that since he lets you do whatever you want most of the time you can treat him like that? Oh no princess, learn your limits. He loves to spoil you and treat you like the most precious little thing he has ever seen, because for him you are that, but you can't just go and talk back to him or disobey him, he doesn't like that, so he'll make it clear in case you haven't noticed, and he'll do it exactly where you're the most vulnerable at, his bed. Forget about cumming the next nights, he won't give you what you want until you're crying, begging and apologizing, he can't spoil you anymore until you understand that between the two of you, at the end, he's the one in control, and you, as his little doll, have to think twice before you make him mad.

Shotaro and Sungchan are nice, sometimes too nice, and you could've gotten the idea that they'll never get angry at you doesn't matter what you do, but if you ever lie, doesn't matter how little it is, and they discover it, you better get ready for what's about to come, because they're the nicest people you could ever know until you push their buttons, and when that unusual occasion comes, you'll get punished like you deserve. They're the kind that want to talk about it first, because you're two adults and you can use your words, but if they see you won't listen to them and realize what you did was wrong, prepare to get spanked until your eyes are tearing and you can't look at their faces of how embarrassed you feel after they finish with you, because if you don't get it with their words, they'll make sure you do it with their hands against your skin, and in Sungchan's case, he'd be extra hard with you, leaving more marks beside the palm of his hand on your ass, perhaps purple spots on your wrists and thighs from you trying to escape his grip, little reminders of your mistake to never repeat them again.

Sohee and Anton don't get easily fed up, you'd have to do something extremely unacceptable for them to think that's it, like publicly embarrassing them, saying things they didn't want others to hear, or don't treating them right in front of their friends, something so disgraceful to the two of you that they'll have to excuse themselves and leave, and then, when you were completely alone, they'll say how disappointed they are, but don't worry, they'll make you get your act together again, if you couldn't do something as simple as being a decent person in front of others, they'll have to teach you how to be one, so not only you'll get punished after each incident, pushing you down the bed and leaving the good boy act behind, no smiles or giggles and soft caressings anymore, using the strength they haven't showed you before, making you cry with each touch, in the future, before going out together, they'll always tease you, feeling your pussy with their fingers and leaving you all hot and desperate, "if you do well today, when we come back you'll get what you need".

Seunghan likes jokes, he enjoys them, but he doesn't like to be offended, he wants to laugh with you, not to be laughed at, so if you start teasing him too much, soon he'll show you your place again, with his hand around your throat and that cheeky grin in his face, when you're in his room, he'll make you the joke until you can't help but cry and apologize for acting like that, "look at you, you say my cock is so small no one else would like it? Come on, you can't even take half of it, let's see if you laugh again after I finish with you tonight"

Wonbin loves a bratty reader, he would create useless rules and would ask more things from you just to have the opportunity of punishing you more often, he's always waiting for you to act up so he can treat you like he wants, and he would do everything the other boys do as much as he can, like teasing and overstimulating you, enjoying your crying face whenever you're taking him, and he'd also laugh at you and leave little (but multiple) marks on your body, he lives for the sound of your broken voice apologizing when he's fucking you and then the embarrassed expression you have when you see the mess you've done after he finishes with you, he can't wait for your next mistake to use you and make you cockdrunk again.

#riize x reader #riize smut #eunseok x reader #anton x reader #wonbin x reader #sungchan x reader #sohee x reader #shotaro x reader #seunghan x reader #eunseok smut #wonbin smut #anton smut #sohee smut #seunghan smut #sungchan smut #shotaro smut #riize x plus size reader

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kitkatscabinet · 7 months

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Whumptober - 04: Kidnapped

John Price x gn! reader

Warnings: murder, mention of torture. Kind of strayed a little from the prompt I feel

It's pure luck that you notice, headphones catching on your laundry and pulling them from your ears just as the door bursts open. You know John isn't supposed to be home yet, not for a few more weeks. Freezing for a few seconds you strain your ears, already dialling John's number as you make out masculine voices from the foyer.

The confirmation that, yes, people have just broken into your house snaps your body into action. You lock the bathroom door from the inside then close it, running as quickly and quietly as you can to the bedroom.

The call goes to voicemail and you internally swear, dialling him once more. Again you don't get through and you try not to fume at John for working when you're about to be killed. There’s no point calling the police, they won’t arrive in time, you just want to hear your husband's voice one last time.

You work your way through his coworker's numbers before surprisingly, it's Simon who answers. He doesn't even get a second to speak before you're hissing at him.

“There’s Russians in my house!” If your life weren’t in mortal peril you’d probably have laughed at the usually collected man’s brief moment of panic. “At least two” You’re already answering his unasked question, years of being John’s partner leaving you slightly more prepared than the average civilian.

Whilst you're listening to Simon on the other hand of the line you've managed to rifle through the bedside drawer until you pull out a long serrated blade.

A knife meant you had to get close, but it was quiet, and far more readily available than the gun. Closing the drawer quietly, you rush back to the door. However, instead of closing it, you keep it open, hiding behind the wood and waiting for an opportunity.

You white knuckle the handle, trying to stop your body from shaking as the sound of the bathroom break-in attempt filters down the hallway.

You barely register that it’s John in your ear now over the blood roaring in your ears, a mix of adrenaline and terror leaving you shaking. He’s asking questions, barely concealed panic tinging his every word, but you’re far too scared to answer in case you’re heard.

Heavy boots thud against the floor as an irritated voice filters through the hallway, one of the men is coming closer and it takes everything in you not to cry as John assures you that help is on the way and will be there soon.

You both know that’s a lie.

He’s out of the country, and even if his colleagues can contact the police it will likely be far too late. You want to tell him you love him, want to wax lyrical on how he’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you. At this moment you have so many regrets, so many unvoiced thoughts that you can’t verbalise because it will give you away.

The door you’re hiding behind creaks slightly as it’s pushed further open and silently you slide sideways to avoid acting as a human doorstop. You see a broad back, and in a stroke of luck, there’s no tactical gear to protect any vital points. Likely in an attempt at anonymity, but it doesn’t matter, you know to go for the throat. He walks towards the closed closet doors, smug triumph in his voice as he thinks he’s found you.

You step towards him as quickly and quietly as possible. As you get within striking distance he turns, but unfortunately for him, you’ve already built up momentum and are witness to the surprise on his face as the serrated blade slices through the skin of his neck like butter.

You know better than to stab, you don’t possess the strength, the downside though, is the torrential spray of blood that gushes from the violently slit throat.

His blood covers you as the man makes guttural choking noises, unable to do anything else with his ruined vocal cords. John’s screaming on the other end of the phone, demanding to know what’s happened but you’ve frozen in shock.

Those few frozen seconds prove to be your downfall, you’ve forgotten there are two assailants, and the other man has busted down the door of the bathroom and found it empty already.

“Drop the knife!” It’s a command, and after looking up at the furious Russian man aiming a gun at you, it’s one you quickly follow. A whimper escapes you, frightened tears finally pouring down your cheeks as you await your death.

John’s still begging you to answer him and with courage you didn't know you possessed you manage to whisper one last ‘I love you’ before your phone is grabbed and crushed beneath the man’s heel.

“Sorry ‘bout this.” The man sneers and you barely have the time to think that he doesn’t look or sound very sorry before the butt of his gun meets your temple and the world goes black.

From the moment Simon had burst into the room interrupting his meeting with Lawell, phone in hand and panic in his widened eyes John knew something was terribly, terribly wrong.

He’s up from his chair so quickly that it falls over, and barking at Simon to update him in on the situation. The phone is snatched from his lieutenant's grip and placed against his ear as he tries to get you to respond.

He hears your shaky breaths and some vaguely angry shouting in the background but you never respond. He hears your fear, hears the telltale gurgles of a dying man but his heart doesn’t stop until he hears those three words.

There’s a resigned finality to them and Price has tears in his eyes as he repeats the words in a desperate chant, unable to do anything more than listen as you scream and the line goes dead.

He must’ve blacked out temporarily after that, because when he came to a few seconds later Simon was holding him up and the man’s phone was shattered into pieces on the other side of the room.

It’s not until hours later that he gets an update. The police had arrived to find a man dead on the carpet of your bedroom, throat violently slit, but no sign of you.

The following week was torture. He barely ate and didn't sleep until his body physically gave out. The boys were worried, and on more than one occasion he’d snapped. If it wasn’t for Simon’s interference he might have even hit Soap simply for trying to get his captain to rest.

It’s another week before they finally get any news, and it comes in the form of a bloodied box containing a USB. Immediately John knows what it is and even as his men beg for him not to watch, even as the horror floods his veins and the bile fills his mouth he can’t bring himself to tear his gaze away from the screen in front of him.

You’re chained to a chair, soaking wet, bloody and shaking. He watches as a man runs a knife down your collarbone and you scream, crying and begging for John.

It’s a warning. To back off, or you’ll die.

The video cuts off with another one of your screams and a mocking accented voice letting John know that this is all his fault.

#x reader #cod mw x reader #john price x reader #john price #captain john price #whumptober

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calmcoldevening · 1 year

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Slashers x crying reader

Well, i think you can read it if you have bad episode or smth like that, honey)) Just know that they love you!

Tw: gender neutral reader, crying

Bubba Sawyer

♡ Honey, what's wrong? Has someone offended you? Nabbins? Drayton? One of the victims?

♡ Seeing your tears, Bubba will be beside himself with worry. A man will immediately rush to you, wrapping his sweaty palms around your cheeks with excitement. Jerky sounds will come out of his mouth, more like meowing or babbling of a child, but you clearly see fear in this.

♡ Without waiting for your clear explanation, Bubba will pick you up in his arms and take you to the kitchen, seating you on the table. With shaking hands, he will fill a glass with water and carry it to you in the hope that this will help you connect a couple of words.

♡ Sawyer Jr. will circle around you and try in every way to calm you down. Just tell me who offended you, and he will kill that person!

♡ Just look at those copper eyes sparkling with tears, he's like a scared puppy worried about his beloved mistress!

♡ When you calm down, you will go for a walk together or, if the weather is bad, which is unlikely, you will stay at home and lie on the bed in an embrace.

♡ During Drayton's next trip to the city, Bubba will certainly ask his brother to buy you ice cream or some small sweets, marmalade, for example. After all, the Sawyer brothers like you (after all, you're their youngest's favorite, which means you're a family member), so most likely one ice cream won't hit Sawyer Senior's pocket much.

♡ Bubba is a very vulnerable boy who worries about literally everything in this world, and first of all about you and your brothers. So please don't get too upset about the little things. The boy is very sensitive and literally copies your emotions, albeit unconsciously. Cheerful you are — cheerful Bubba, which means he has more strength to produce meat for the family.

Michael Myers

♡ When he sees you crying, he'll just stand up and stand rooted to the spot. The lifeless black eyes of his snow-white mask will look at you for a long time, studying your emotions.

♡ Michael has never understood either his emotions or the emotions of others, so don't expect some kind of violent reaction and quick consolation from him.

♡ He will find you on the bed in your own bedroom. You were sitting with your arms wrapped around your knees and your face buried in them, sobbing softly. At first, a man wouldn't understand why you're whining and shaking a little.

♡ You will not raise your head at him, trying to calm the hysteria as quickly as possible, knowing how Michael does not like extraneous noise. But after a couple of minutes, the mattress next to you will slip, and a strong heavy hand will appear on your shoulder. Michael, without waiting for your response, will turn you around and hold you to his chest.

♡ He doesn't understand your emotions, your cheekbones and tears, but he sees that you feel bad. Michael remembers that when he's not in the mood, you always read a book, put your head on your lap and slowly comb his hair until the headache subsides, or just somehow calm down and take care. Next to you, the voices in his head are unusually silent. You make his life easier, give him shelter, food and attention, so now he wants to do the same.

♡ Burrowing into his clothed shoulder, you will burst into tears even more, soaking his jumpsuit with tears. Michael will continue to patiently pat you on the back, waiting for you to feel better. He'll just be with you.

♡ After what happened, it's better not to mention Michael's tenderness. He's not used to taking care of you the same way you take care of him, it's new to him, and it's scary. Otherwise, he will leave the house for a couple of days to vent his anger.

♡ If you also want to somehow show your feelings and thank Michael — arrange a movie night, having previously bought various sweets for Myers. He will definitely like the horror movie and candy. And after that, Michael will feel a little more confident and relaxed next to you.

♡ Over time, Michael will be able to understand you better and will really be able to help with the next attack. You won't know about it, but whenever he sees couples with similar situations, he will slightly delay their hour of death to see how best to behave next to you at this moment. You'll see, this boy learns very quickly.

Bo Sinclair

♡ If Bo sees you crying, he'll probably think it's a joke. A man can make a couple of jokes about you on this score. It is his style to apply even where it is completely inappropriate (he translates most of his problems into a joke). But when he does not see your reaction, that is, the expected laughter or the same poisonous remark, he will be wary.

♡ Your body is still shaking from crying, and the room is filled with long sobs. What kind of freak did this to you?

♡ Bo will come to you and sit next to you. A man will wrap his hands around your cheeks, wiping the tracks of tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. He will smile bitterly and put his forehead to yours, rubbing it lightly. The man will let out a light sigh, but it will calm you down. He will lightly kiss you on the lips, then on the nose, cheeks, until you burst into a relieved laugh.

♡ When you can breathe evenly, occasionally sobbing, Bo will put you on his lap and start talking about everything that comes into his head, just to distract you from sad thoughts.

♡ A few days or even weeks will pass after the incident, but Bo will still treat you with reverence and monitor you and your mood in every possible way.

♡ From time to time, Bo will leave you gifts or some nice little things to cheer you up. Just don't be surprised if it's the thing of one of Ambrose's recent victims. They don't need these items anymore, but they will make you smile.

♡ When you're sad, Bo even tries to be less of a bastard than usual. If he still feels your depression, a man can offer a relaxing massage that can bring you to your senses.

♡ But after a while everything will return to normal, and instead of a moderately caring guy, your eccentric asshole lover will return.

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS * collection #6

i'm sipping wine in a robe.

you look like hell.

i tried to warn you.

it's hard to let you go.

i can't sleep without you.

this life is still worth living.

was it good for you?

when will our eyes meet?

i threw it out the window.

i get by, but i'm tired of myself.

so many things were left unsaid.

i want to spend my life with you.

you seem very well.

i'm much too young to die.

i told you not to get lost in the wild.

you're tired of me.

in my mind, you're mine forever.

if you're leaving, i gotta know why.

come on over. i'll adore you.

put on the dress you wore the night we met.

i had to close down my mind.

they'll never understand.

i told you i could never love somebody else, but i lied.

did you ever like it then?

i will never be set free.

darkness brings evil things.

it's out of my control.

i know what it takes to move on.

they're dead wrong. i know they are.

i'm a shoulder you can cry on.

am i not the one you're dreaming of?

i told you i'd be coming back again for you, but i'm not.

every word that i say is coming straight from the heart.

there's so much love we could be making.

yeah, i'm drinking again.

don't laugh. you'll make me cry.

i've got something to say.

when can i touch you?

you smell like death.

i never thought i could act this way.

take me back to the night we met.

just wait until i catch my breath.

you can run but you can't escape.

go on, baby. hurt me tonight.

shut the door, baby. don't say a word.

i can't forget this evening.

i am coming for you.

i'm here just waiting for you.

you've got holes in your clothes.

what the hell am i supposed to do?

i had a vision tonight that the world was ending.

i would stand in line for this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

i'm not trying to be your hero.

what if the world dies with the sunrise?

just you wait and see. believe me.

anything you want. any place you want.

people love it when you lose.

i didn't have much to say.

i'm leaving this place behind.

if you ever get lonely, please let me know.

now it's only fair that i should let you know.

how i hate to see you like this.

i know how it feels to lie.

you make me feel so brand new.

i hate to bug you in the middle of dinner.

i wish nothing but the best for you both.

every time you try to fix me, i know you'll never find that missing piece.

there is no way you can deny it.

those days are through.

it's a lovely day today.

you don't want to know how far it's gone.

soon i will be free.

i can't live if living is without you.

this is not what i had planned.

all we need is a little time.

this is not the end.

put your arms around me.

things look peaceful.

you changed the game.

this was never meant to last.

i know it's crazy, but it's true.

can you feel it?

i feel brave and daring.

i had to close down everything.

i'm so in love with you.

won't you believe me?

wish i had the strength to stand.

when will this strong yearning end?

they say i won't last too long on broadway.

show me where you've been.

you were always sure of yourself.

i thought it felt right.

after last night, i think i'm in love with you.

i can't forget your face as you were leaving.

the best that you can do is fall in love.

i lost friends along the way.

there are rules.

the hardest part of ending is starting again.

when will i hold you again?

if you ever want to see my face again, i want to know.

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they-call-me-emmy · 4 months

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Memories - Tara Carpenter

I'm using da lyrics from 'Memories' by my angelic sweet angel face Conan Gray. I worship him. Thank you.

i dont even know how to classifiy this or whatever but lie eyhahh

yey.

It's been a couple months That's just about enough time For me to stop crying when I look at all the pictures

The Polaroids on your bed sheet. The small, scribbled dates in blue sharpie on the back. The way you genuinely looked happy in the photo. The way your own face looked back at you. The way her face looked back at you. It's been months. Get over it. That's what your friends tell you. What your family tells you. What you tell yourself.

Now I kinda smile, I haven't felt that in a while It's late, I hear the door Bell ringing and it's pouring

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision and causing the lights to disable it completely. You needed to put these pictures down. Throw them away, lock them up, anything. Anything to make you stop looking. The sad, sarcastic laugh escapes your throat and you feel weird the moment it comes out.

You jump as the doorbell rings. You don't know who it could be. Its raining outside, you can hardly see the streetlamps. Your wearing the same baggy, stained shirt you'd been wearing for the previous week and a half. It might have been hers, you honestly can't remember.

You stumble to the door, opening it and feeling your eyes widen.

I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance You just wanna talk and I can't turn away a wet dog

"Tara." You say, a slight twinge of coldness to your tone, although you were too shocked and hurt to muster up enough to shoot at her.

"Y/n." She said softly, the same tone as yours but the coldness replaced with what normally you would label as guilt. But Tara doesn't feel guilty....does she?

"Can I..." You clear your throat, willing yourself not to shout or cry or blame her for everything. It takes a lot of strength to not shut the door in her face, but you've always had a soft spot for her. "Can I help you?"

"I just...I just want to talk." She stares at her feet.

"Oh."

"Okay."

But please don't ruin this for me Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this

You can't have this girl ruining everything. Barging back in, to 'talk'. But you knew. You knew how much you wanted her back. But you're working for it. Working on getting over it. You're trying, you really are, but fuck. It might not be working. She's making this harder by coming here, bugging you. If she'd let you be, you'd forget about her, at some point.

Right?

I wish that you would stay in my memories But you show up today, just to ruin things I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized

You wanted to forget. Have it all gone. Burn those fucking photos. But she's here, and she's real, and she's talking about how sorry she is, how her life is a mess and she needs a place to stay. And you can't do it now, you couldn't do it before and certainly not when she's crying in your living room. But you needed to get over her. You were scared.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say

She's been drinking. The daze in her eyes and her wobbly movements and speech would show that to anyone. She's crying, telling you she left you for your own sake, that she didn't mean it and she was just having a hard time with life.

But now you were having a hard time. Because of her. And here she was, drunkenly crying to you. And here you were, letting her back in, for what? What're you getting out of this?

But you just can't turn her away.

"I wish that you would stay in my memories" In my memories, stay in my memories

"Tara, it's not right. You should leave. You're in my past. Go."

"G-God, please Y/n...d-don't k-kick me out-t." She sniffled, and her big brown eyes filled with more tears and suddenly you felt guilty, like kicking a bird from it's nest. But this wasn't her place. She didn't live here, you weren't with her. She had no right to stay.

But for some crazy reason you'd definitely regret in a day, you let her stay.

Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning Over and over again

"Can I stay over?" She asked you softly, her eyes wide and you couldn't say no.

Why can't you ever say no?

You knew that you'd never leave her behind if she kept coming back, forcing her way back into your heart. You knew you'd never get over her when she's laying on you couch like she used to, eyes closed and a sweet, innocent aura surrounding her sleeping figure.

I promise that the ending always stays the same So there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

You weren't ever going to go back to the way it was. She needs to stop trying. There's nothing in your favor. In your relationships favor. There's nothing that makes you two an important couple. You were just two people. You couldn't be with her anymore. That ship had sailed, and relationships never last through the second round.

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love With somebody other than me

You couldn't be her friend, it's too much to bear. The knowledge that you'd been with her, felt her, held her and loved her was too much. And she knew that. You couldn't be her girlfriend again. That hadn't worked out the first round, why would you suffer to try to survive the second? But she can't feel a connection, no, because then, she'd be stuck pity filled and guilty, and she too, just like you, would never move on and never find love. But it can't be with you, and it will never be because god fucking dammit that didn't work out and you ruined your chance. She ruined your chance.

She ruined this for you, and there was no going back. There was no fixing what had been broken.

And for that, she deeply regretted.

I clearly cannot write sad stuff

please comment because those are my favorites <3

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you

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dearest-siblingtwst · 8 months

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I love the Idea about Reader being Riddle Rosehearts twins and having kind and gentle personality its sweet:D

But since we know Mrs.Rosehearts its a people who cannot be called healty parents (abuse her child mentally)

So.. i have like- 2 idea

Reader don't have any Gender applied, use "You"

In my First Thought, I was thinking, maybe you get special treatment from mama Rosehearts some Reason

papa Rosehearts died and mama Rosehearts love him deeply,

im not normalize her actions, so i hope you guys didn't thinking negative.😔

And she see's you who look like his Husband and boom you get loved most than Riddle (and Riddle think its normal since he love you too PLATONIC) and im using this Headcanon for my twst Book CHERSIH ROSES (Twin!rosehearts) in Wattpad.

You got what you wanted but you still have to strictly follow your mother rules, sometimes you sneak out to go Riddle room to make him taste a strawberry tart that your mother give to you.

"isn't this yours tart, mama only gave to you so why did you bring it here? especially just one slice."

Riddle said, worried that your mother would find out and punish him or you or possibly both of you.

"I want you to taste it too, mama brought two tarts and I already ate one!"

you exclaim and handed the tart to Riddle but in reality your mother only brought one especially for you but you wanted Riddle to taste the strawberry tart.

Riddle hesitated but as soon as he ate a spoonful of the tart, all his doubts disappeared and he really enjoyed the tart you brought him.

throughout his life Riddle was forbidden to eat Tart or other sweets because of you mother who said it was poison and that why you were very happy to see Riddle really enjoying this piece of tart.

you promised to use this opportunity to make Riddle's dream come true, even though it's just as simple as eating a tart but it feels like you have to go through any challenge just to get a piece of tart.

One day your mother told you that you couldn't see Riddle anymore because Riddle was on time for punishment.

Of course you nodded but were a little suspicious because Riddle never broke the rules in the house before you passed Riddle's room in midnight and heard sniffled.

in the end you knocked on the door and found Riddle crying of course you didn't know what was going on but you still tried to cheer him up.

Riddle was very grateful you were still by his side.

And my second Thought, You and Riddle have a same situation but for the mostly you were get cared for by your father while Riddle was get cared for by your mother.

And that you really doesn't care about the Rules but keep follow them with your genuine heart and smile to make mama Rosehearts proud.

surprisely she put you and Riddle study room together, you know Che'nya and Trey too.

But during the strawberry tart incident, you didn't play with Riddle and the others because you had a high fever and were resting and you didn't know what just going on.

Of course Mama Rosehearts was worried and decided not to force you to continue your studies for a while.

(As much mama Rosehearts are strictly i assume she still has soft spot if her child are still younger and in danger or sick, she kinda remind me of my mother too)

you lie limp on the bed staring at the ceiling with boredom, you also can't sleep because it's uncomfortable especially when your fever still can't go down.

"I wonder where Brother.. he promised me to visit me after playing with Trey and Che'nya."

You sighed and turned your body to see the window in front of you, the sky was overcast and it looked like it was going to rain.

suddenly your body jerked at the sound of the crash under the floor and started to sit staring at your door, it seemed that something had happened.

You furrowed your brows and quickly got off the bed and walked out of your room with all the strength you had left.

As you started to approach the stairs to go downstairs to check, you stopped when you saw Riddle who was crying and also your mother who looked very angry.

remembering Riddle who had offered you to play with Trey and Che'nya but you refused because of your sick condition and you realized that your mother knew Riddle sneaking out during his study lesson.

"I cannot believe this! Not only are you cutting independent study time, but i find you eating a mountain of sugar?!"

Your mother shouted at Riddle angrily and even you could see the disappointment and disgust mixed in with the emotions.

"I'm sorry, Mother! I promise, it will never happen again."

Riddle who was crying and apparently begging your mother with a trembling body made you freeze.

Your heart sank when you saw Riddle's condition, who was crying non-stop and apologizing over and over again. You saw the silhouette of your mother wanting to climb the stairs. You immediately rushed back to your room so your mother will not get suspicious.

closed the door silently and leaned against it and finally you sat down behind the door with all your energy drained.

from all your life you did see your mother screaming but you never saw your mother angry as if like an evil witch.

You also know that your study room and Riddle's have been separated so you don't have the chance to accompany him like you used to.

you still study in your room but you feel bored, you also can't visit Riddle to his new study room because your mother is there.

because your mother is busy look after riddle so you have a lot of free time, that's why you have a chance to having chit chat with Trey and Che'nya about this.

Trey felt guilty for making Riddle get scolded and blame by your mother but you felt guilty for making your mother blame Trey and his parents.

that night you snuck out of your room to visit Riddle's room, you tried knocking on Riddle's door and Riddle opened it.

Riddle was worried that you were still sick but you assure him and focused on trying to comfort Riddle.

if you think why do you have to go during night to entertain Riddle?

like the scenario above, you don't have time to accompany Riddle because of the tart incident and also Riddle's mother who always watches Riddle's movements.

therefore I thought that Riddle's mother went to sleep early according to the rules that had been implemented and night time was free time.

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst #x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #che'nya twst #alchemi alchemivich pinka #°•derurambles #°•deruimagine #twst imagines

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trentsixtysix · 1 year

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Dark Paradise

Summary: A relationship that others would dread ends up being the only thing you look forward to in your twisted utopia.

WARNINGS: Toxic! Trent, Toxic! Reader, mentions of sex, manipulation, food/eating struggles, unhealthy relationship, mentions of physical violence, mentions of injury.

Author's note: Please do NOT interact with this if you don't think it's for you, it is much darker than my other fics.

Word Count: 4.8k

Angst

No matter how many times it happened, you weren't sure you'd ever get used to being in this position.

Your nights would almost always finish in the same way recently; Trent laying there peacefully after you had to endure an unpleasant, gruelling experience which revolved around him.

Why did you put up with it? Because you loved him of course. Because although you may not necessarily get the most pleasure from sleeping with him anymore, you definitely got it from making him feel good, and for that reason alone you were more than happy to allow him to do whatever he wanted with you - anything to get his amassing frustrations out.

You held your legs as you both took deep breaths, unsure how one man could have so much stamina as you just watched him from beside you, content as he prepared to sleep.

You on the other hand just sat up right, not even having the strength to lie down properly, leaving yourself to wonder what had happened for your boyfriend to go from making love with you so sweetly to treating you like a rag doll.

To top it all off he just completely disregarded you, only focusing on his own high and not even making an effort to kiss you, to tell you how well you did or how he was sorry if he was a bit too rough. Nothing. He always used to show you simple affection like that, now he was just turned over and straight to sleep whilst you fought back tears.

Maybe it was a stupid thing to cry about, maybe he genuinely didn't realise. Either way you found yourself sobbing beside him, not making any effort at all to quieten down as you needed him to see what he did to you, how he hurt you - you felt used.

'Y/n?' He called, his voice still fresh as he hadn't yet fallen asleep, instead looking over at you to see you in your state, knowing instantly why you were so upset.

'Y-you didn't even kiss me once.' You cried, stuttering due to how overwhelmed you were, causing him to sit upright along with you.

'Seriously? It's the same shit everyday.' He slammed, leaning over to the bedside table to get his phone.

'You don't know how it feels. To just be chucked away like that.'

'You were completely fine, you're just trying to pick a fight.'

'I'm trying to have a conversation with you.' You told him, unaware how he didn't need a moment to process it all at least.

'You were begging for it before, I don't wanna hear this now just because you're feeling clingy.' He sighed, and you knew there was no arguing. You initiated it, you asked for it in the first place, he simply gave you what you asked for.

You couldn't help but let out another sob, gently taking a hold of his phone and setting it down so he could look at you as he groaned in frustration.

'If you're gonna be like this go and sleep in the other room, please Y/n.' He complained, snatching his phone back.

'No.' You affirmed, shocking him slightly as you weren't one to keep arguments going, especially when you were so upset and normally all you wanted was to resolve this.

'What?' He asked, his gaze turning cold rapidly as he couldn't stop himself from staring you down in annoyance, and suddenly you felt like a little girl again, being told off by your parents for answering back.

You didn't like to admit it, but you were scared of him. Of course you were, and it was rare for you to stand your ground like that. Trent was used to getting what he wanted, he was used to you fulfilling all of his desires.

'I'm staying here, it's my room too.' You argued, turning the lamp off and settling yourself into bed, and he couldn't even argue with that - just doing the same as you both dozed off soon after, almost as if the whole thing never even happened.

Trent always called the shots, and an argument like this was way too common for the two of you. It was normal for something like this to happen every few days, especially with how bratty and entitled he could be. You were becoming increasingly more stubborn too recently and it was becoming more of a challenge for him to keep on getting what he wanted, every little thing he'd pick at would have you apologising and running after him once upon a time. But now? You'd refuse to give in and stick up for yourself.

It wasn't until you accidentally exposed your relationship dynamic to your friends, and you were surprised to see how shocked they were. Especially when they witnessed the two of you fighting on a FaceTime call, they'd call you all the time after that to express their concerns - to tell you that this wasn't normal but of course, upon finding out Trent took matters into his own hands, cutting all of them off for you and it had been a while since you had others to confide in.

Of course you saw the red flags, it was a textbook relationship with a narcissist and you knew it was unhealthy. Yet you couldn't find yourself stepping away. It wasn't that you didn't have the guts, because you could step away right now if you wanted to, and love wasn't too big of a factor because as much as you did love each other that wouldn't stop you from running free either.

It was due to the fact you had made peace with the way he treated you, it was normal, and the way you'd argue would only convince you how much he wanted you. Every fit of jealousy he had would only tell you that he loved you so much he couldn't stand anyone else to be with you, to look at his girl. You never thought you'd be this type of woman, but everything that was happening was happening with your own blessing.

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You awoke with a piercing feeling in your legs, guaranteed a token of last night's activities with Trent, and looking beside you he wasn't in bed - presumably downstairs preparing breakfast for himself before he left for training.

It took everything inside you to get yourself up, to go and waddle to the bathroom so that you could get ready, although you knew it would be a quiet day and you weren't planning on doing much.

After quite a struggle you made your way downstairs, spotting Trent indulging in his smoothie bowl for breakfast as he half paid attention to the weather forecast which was entertaining him in the background.

'Morning.' He called, shooting you a smile as you walked over to him, and your limp didn't go unnoticed by him, who gave you a large kiss as you leaned in for a hug, before he sat you down on his leg, hooking his arms around you whilst he continued to eat.

'I did a good job didn't I?' He teased, in regards to your shaking legs as he kissed you again, and you couldn't help but find the humour in it, if you didn't it would just erupt in another disagreement.

'Look, my family are coming round tonight, you wouldn't mimd cooking something up would you?' He asked, taking one last spoon of his food.

You didn't have an issue with his family at all, in fact you were very close with them but really did not feel like hosting anything for anyone at the moment, especially not going out of your way to cook with such short notice.

'Why didn't you tell me before?' You groaned, realising how rude it sounded after it came out, watching the smile disappear from his face.

'If you don't like my family that's fine. I'll just tell them you don't want them round.' He shrugged, gently pushing you to get off of his lap as he went to put his bowl in the dishwasher, and you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

'I never said that T, you know I love them.' You backed, not wanting him to get the wrong idea even though you knew what he was doing.

'Good. So you'll be a good host then won't you?' He asked, holding your face with his hands, practically forcing you to agree and nod your head.

'I love you, will be back normal time.' He finally said, pecking your lips one last time as he grabbed his bags to leave for training, leaving you all alone and with the new added pressure of this dinner.

You used the next few hours to go out and purchase some ingredients; you decided you weren't going to make anything fancy, just a simple roast which would please everyone.

It probably took you hours as you found your time split between cooking and cleaning, that's all there really was for you to do. You didn't have a job, Trent hated the idea of you having one, he needed your focus and attention with him at all times. The pros to this? You used his money anytime you pleased, he didn't have any issue with it at all.

By the time you were done you heard the door rattling, an indication Trent was home, and the house was spotless, only thing it was filled with was the smell of the food you had cooked and you were practically passed out on the sofa from how tired you were.

'Something smells good.' Trent observed, walking in to meet you at the sofa, showering you in kisses as he appeared to be in a good mood.

'They'll be here soon Y/n, why aren't you ready?' He patronised, observing how you were still wearing your pyjamas.

'Well I've been cooking and cleaning for you all day haven't I?' You scoffed, getting up to go and catch a shower.

He didn't say a word, instead holding his patience which surprised you as he normally would never let you get cheeky like that, instead leaving you to go and improve your condition before his family arrived.

You decided you couldn't go wrong with a cropped white jumper and some jeans, an outfit that was comfy but also slightly dressy for the occasion, and after lightly putting some makeup on to cover your puffy, tear induced eyes, you headed back downstairs to reunite with him.

You could've sworn a switch flipped in him when he saw you, and understandably so as you hadn't made an effort with your appearance in a while. Not for any specific reason, apart from the fact that Trent was so busy he hadn't taken you anywhere nice or done anything nice with you in ages.

'You look beautiful.' He complimented, pulling you in for a hug, making you shy from his praises.

You were never one who was confident, instead finding yourself to be very insecure, not ever finding yourself to be anything special which is why as much as you didn't like to admit, a majority of your temporary confidence did come from when Trent would say something nice to you. It was probably the very reason you didn't mind when he wanted to take you to bed every chance he got, it made you feel good to be wanted.

He began to kiss your neck all over, slowly going lower and lower which wasn't too much of a hassle as your jumper was rather low cut, but you found yourself stopping him when he got too carried away.

'Ok that's enough.' You smiled, as he slowly began to pull the shoulder part of your top down, pecking at your shoulders now too.

'Trent we need to set the table.' You objected, giggling to ease the mood slightly, placing a kiss on his nose.

'We have plenty of time baby.' He told you, his hands beginning to unintentionally dig into your waist as he placed you on the kitchen counter, not even noticing as you writhed away to get down.

'We're ready now, there’s no point getting undressed.' You tried telling him, still smiling at where this affection suddenly came from.

'Come on.' He whispered, furrowing his eyebrows in the same bratty manner he'd always do whenever he wanted something.

'They're not gonna be here for a while Y/n.' He tried telling you, making you look at him sternly before you just broke off the eye contact.

'No Trent, I'm not in the mood.'

'Since when are you not in the mood?' He winked, caressing your waist slightly.

'My legs still hurt from last night, please.' You joked, gently kicking him away so you could get off of the kitchen counter, to which he clearly didn't recognise as he just attempted to pull your top off.

'For fuck's sake Trent take the hint.' You snapped, pushing him away as you rolled your eyes, getting down from there and fixing your outfit and hair again, watching as he looked extremely unhappy.

'You're so boring now, where's that fun girl gone?' He scoffed, clearly vexed, making you almost feel bad, doubting yourself and wondering if there was any truth to that, if you really were boring now.

You tried, but amidst your efforts your tears could not stay compressed any longer due to his harsh words, slowly spilling out as you just looked at him with sadness for a few moments.

'Stop that. Why do you have to do this right before dinner? I swear you do it on purpose.' He complained, slamming an old magazine on the counter in frustration, both of you interrupted as you could hear the doorbell, an indication his family had arrived.

You rushed to go and set the table, allowing Trent to keep them occupied for a few moments as you composed yourself and it was time for them all to eat. Not too many people in particular as it was just his parents, joined by his brother Tyler and his girlfriend.

'How are you darling?' Asked his mum, pulling you into a warm embrace before they got seated.

You gave her the standard response of course 'I'm amazing thanks for asking.' 'How are you?' 'We've missed you.' What else were you supposed to say? Its not like you were going to let them know how their golden boy had made you cry just moments prior.

You allowed them all to talk amongst themselves, whilst you and Trent slipped into the kitchen to fetch the food and drinks. It made you feel sick to see him bouncing around with so much energy, especially as you knew he was of no help, merely putting on a show to look good in front of his family.

He watched you extra hard as you picked up a bottle of wine to take back, and you were caught off guard as you both made eye contact, a slight smile starting to form from his mesmerising lips.

'I love you, thank you.' He simply said, kissing your cheek as he was clearly basking in your extreme efforts for his family, the efforts you made purely because you loved him so much - and he knew that hence he was so enamoured with you at the moment.

‘No really, I appreciate everything you do for me.’ He continued.

‘I love you too.’

All you could do was smile as you made your way back to the table with him, with Trent's dad insisting for you to sit at once and eat.

'I have to say this tastes amazing, thank you Y/n, because I know Trent was probably no help,' He joked, making everyone laugh, and you looked over to Trent who was also laughing, his looking more fabricated however as you knew what he wanted you to say.

'Oh don't be silly, he helped me a lot. I'm not sure what I'd do without him.' You told them, clearly pleasing him as he took your hand in his, holding it tightly to show his appreciation.

The rest of the dinner went by as they all usually do; with Trent being centre of attention. His family adored him, of course they did, and you didn't even mind as you would rather this than the attention on you.

You weren’t sure how you'd be able to handle the conversation focusing onto you as all you could think about was the amount of times your boyfriend checked out his brother's girlfriend.

She was sat opposite to him, and it was no coincidence the amount of times he looked her up and down. She was beautiful, a girl you always compared yourself to and to see how he couldn't keep his eyes to himself at a family dinner was really testing your patience right now, so much so that you couldn't help but let go of his hand.

He noticed immediately, and upon seeing how pretty she was, just simply existing you couldn't bear to touch your food any longer, all of your appetite vanishing once you saw Trents gaze shift on to you, staring at you with disapproval.

'Y/n are you full already? You've not even touched the food.' His mum pointed out, and as sweet as she was to you, you hated her so much for pointing that out in front of everyone - how everyone's eyes jumped onto your plate.

'I snacked a lot whilst cooking.' You lied, and everyone in the room knew it was a lie, a terribly told one too. They just weren't invested enough to call you out on it as they really had other things they were focused on, like their starboy son who could do no wrong.

'Eat your food.' Trent whispered, making the hairs on your back stand up as everyone else remained focused in their own conversations.

'I'm not hungry.' You told him, turning away from him to avoid him talking any more.

'Just eat it. Stop being so difficult, especially in front of them.' He demanded.

'I don't want to, aren't you hearing me?' You whispered back, harshly this time, causing him to let out a forced smile to make everything appear okay, to match the same one his mum was giving the two of you as she couldn’t help but listen in.

You were counting down the minutes for everyone to finish their food, waiting on them to go home and to leave you alone. The anticipation of the hell that was about to break loose once they left was killing you, you just wanted the bickering over with already which is why you were disappointed to hear Trent convincing them to stay a little longer for a movie night.

Its not like you had a say, simply rushing to go and put everybody's dirty dishes into the dishwasher before joining everyone in the Cinema room, where they took at least 20 minutes before deciding on a movie, one that the group of you had all seen multiple times before together.

'Anybody want some snacks? Maybe a drink?' You asked, if there was one thing that was gonna get you through the next 2 odd hours it was drinking, which is why you were more than happy to go and fetch some snacks too to accommodate each person.

You returned holding bottle of wine, and maybe it was a sign for you not to drink anymore as you found yourself clumsily letting go of the bottle, pouring it all over not only you, but Trent too as you attempted to pour everyone a glass.

'Fucking hell Y/n.' Trent whined, dissatisfied at how the rich red liquid had swallowed the white clothing you both wore, as you sat crouched on the floor in front of him.

He sprung up to let it drip off of him, which is when he flicked his hands aggressively to get the extra substance off of his sleeves, but what nobody expected was for your reaction to cover your face involuntarily.

It was silent after that, just pure shock on peoples face from how you reacted. Was it over the top? Sure, but was it justified? With how unpredictable Trent had been lately of course it was. You recognised his face drop as soon as it happened, looking around in embarrassment.

'Sorry, I'll clean it up.' You assured, reaching for the paper towels.

'No its fine. It was just an accident Y/n, you go get cleaned up I'll take care of it.' Said Trent's brother, Tyler as he took the mess into his own hands, clearly perplexed by the entire situation himself as he shot you a pitiful glare, to then stare at Trent with extreme judgement as he pieced together what had occured, unsure why you had flinched so routinely.

Everyone else was still silent from surprise as you rushed upstairs, ridding yourself of your wine stained clothes at once as you just lay on the bed in nothing but your undergarments, everything becoming too much now as you openly cried in resentment with yourself, aware at how you ruined the night and aware at how Trent would be extremely upset with you.

You could hear Tyler and Trent getting into some sort of verbal altercation in the background, with Tyler trying to convince him not to follow after you, failing however as just a few short moments later Trent stood there watching you from the door frame.

You sat up to study him too, tears trickling down your face as you awaited another squabble with him, instead finding yourself taken aback due to the apologetic stare he gave you instead.

'I'm sorry.' You muttered, turning away as he got closer to you, taking you into his arms as he just hugged you the best he could.

'No, I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so so sorry.' He claimed, kissing your head as he lightly rocked you and allowed you to cry.

'I love you, you really think I would hurt you like that?’ He asked, with a tinge of hurt in his voice and understandably so.

You just shrugged, feeling guilty as you noticed his eyes begin to tear up too.

You didn't say anything else, and let him pull you in for another embrace whilst he inhaled your scent.

'Forgive me baby? Please?' He begged, as you nodded and kissed him back.

'I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that.' You near truthfully said, and it was true as he only ever got physical in bedroom situations with your consent, and even if he ever was to lay a hand on you (which hadn’t happened yet) you were sure as hell he would not do it in front of his family.

'Its okay. Just don't ever embarrass me like that again, okay?' He ensured, tone changing now as he finally placed one last kiss on your cheek before getting changed himself.

'Hurry up baby, and please for my sake. Don't make another scene?' He smiled, before leaving you and storming on downstairs to them again.

You wondered what your life would be like if you were both normal with each other. What if you picked Tyler instead of him? Surely he'd treat you better? Just look at how he treated his girl, how he bent over backwards for her. There would be no headlines about your relationship with him, no fears that he was out doing who knows what with random girls because of his fame. His ego would be nowhere near as big, there was no way he'd rub things in to you, he'd actually care for you and make you his wife when the time was right - all you could do was imagine, and portray Trent in the same way to please your mind when it was far from a self-fulfilling prophecy.

You took a quick necessary shower before getting into your pyjamas and joining everyone downstairs again, sneaking in discreetly and slotting next to Trent, who welcomed you with open arms as you snuggled into him.

'Everything okay now Y/n?' Asked his dad.

'Everything's fine, I'm just concerned as to how im gonna get that wine out of my white jumper.' You joked, causing everyone to giggle in response, temporarily reducing the tension in the room as everyone focused their mind back to the film, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't.

Your mind was still awake with thoughts of the entire night, but there was no way you were going to start crying again - especially in front of all of them - so you just rested your eyes for a while, not even being able to sleep from how nocturnal your brain was, and before you knew it the movie came to an end, leaving everybody to finally make a move to leave.

You noticed Trent was fast asleep beside you, causing you to take it upon yourself to wish everyone a good night and thank them for coming, finding yourself distracted as you realised Trent's mum had stayed behind, pulling you into the corner to speak to you.

'Y/n, I think you know what I'm going to ask.' She started, an extremely concerned look plastered on her face.

'Is everything okay?' You asked her, with a slight hunch for what was on her mind, and you were unsure how many more excuses you could keep curating.

'Well thats what I want to ask you, is everything okay? You've both been on edge the whole night.' She noticed, placing a hand on your shoulder, and all you wanted to do was cry into her shoulder and tell her no, to tell her it was all her son's fault and that you were a mess due to him.

You decided against it of course, what would she be able to do about it? Trent had her just as wrapped around his finger as he had you. Besides, being the mummy's boy he was there was no way you would be listened to seriously.

'Of course it is, he's just a bit stressed because of the season.' You told her, not entirely a lie but you were fabricating the truth again, waiting for when you'd be awarded Best Actress for how much deceit you had to display just to keep this man in their good books.

'I see, I'm always here for you guys you know?' She reminded you, making you grin.

'I know, thank you so much for coming.'

'Thank you for the lovely night, and for all you do for Trent.' She appreciated, hugging you briefly before she left you to lock up, just you and Trent now at the end of a hectic day.

It wasn't until you looked up that you noticed him awake, listening in to the whole thing, startling you almost as you weren't expecting to see him.

You just walked past him, making your way to your shared bedroom to get ready for bed.

'Don't worry, I didn't tell mummy anything.' You mocked, as he followed behind you closely.

'Good. There's nothing to tell.' He claimed, entering the bathroom with you, watching as you attempted to do your skin care routine whilst he gawked at you, leaving you chuckling at his words.

'What's so funny?' He asked, not seeing the humour in it at all.

'Everyone knows there was something wrong tonight Trent.'

'No they don't, and if they do it’s only because of that stunt you pulled, first not eating and then flinching.' He complained.

'How much longer are you gonna continue this crap? Just eat your food and have a normal night.' Continued Trent.

'It's hard, I did lose my appetite when I saw my boyfriend eyeing up another girl all evening.' You scorned, reminding him.

'You're so insecure.' He laughed, and nothing infuriated you more than that damned mocking laugh of his.

'Can you blame me? She looked beautiful.'

'So did you, you don't need me to tell you that.'

'You couldn't take your eyes off of her body in that dress.' You pointed out.

'My own girlfriend doesn't even show me her body, we fuck in the dark'. He tutted, both of you upset as you knew it was true.

You went to go and lay in bed, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to just go to sleep, not wanting to hear another word out of his mouth.

‘At the end of the day, you don’t leave because you enjoy it.’ He reminded you.

‘We both know this, so no one is going to come and save you from something that you provoke, you’re not a victim no matter how much you act like one.’ Trent added, leaving you to remain silent as he pulled you close, you couldn't help but smirk once you weren't facing him.

As petty as you were you knew he was right, and of course you agreed. You had felt terrible for a while for feeling this way but you couldn't help but find comfort in the way you treated each other. The constant arguing and altercations were like home for you.

What was probably like hell for another woman, was sadistically something that was so normal to you, you couldn't go without it. It was like your very own dark paradise

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