#''have you tried-'' yes 💜 multiple times 💜

[majorasnightmare]

my sleep schedules done that fun thing where it reverses itself suddenly out of nowhere and refuses to be normal

so i guess im sleeping during daylight hours for however long it takes to unfuck itself

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | In Motion

Moving on is scary. Moving back won't bring you forwards. But moving with someone at your side can be exciting.

Tags/Warnings: Aged up!Jungkook, Younger!Reader, Age Gap (9 years, JK is mentioned to be 34/35), Angst, Mature romance, Jungkook's ex wife, mentions of past physical abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse, fluff, flirty Jungkook, fluff!!, MCs Ex, police, Jungkook being the victim of bullying (dw), fluff?, nsfw but it's very light (sorry)

Length: 6k words

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“Its funny how a woman can change a man.” Yoongi mentions, sitting at the big company dinner next to Jungkook, who's both visibly distracted and upset to be present, phone being checked every few minutes or so- and Yoongi knows who he might be texting with. “why didn’t you bring her along?” He wonders, while Jungkook sighs.  

“I’m actually not sure.” He admits. “I’ve been given a plus-one like always, and I planned on inviting her- but then I.. chickened out.” He shakes his head. “these events are boring as hell.” He says, eating his food with not much interest.  

“What is she doing at home instead?” Yoongi asks, setting his own cutlery aside as he’s finished his plate.  

“Cooking. She sent me a picture of some.. macaroni and cheese she made from scratch.” Jungkook smiles to himself as he thinks to the image you’ve sent him with multiple excited emojis to convey your happiness over it- having tried to wing it for the first time. “now she’s most likely watching her favorite show since it’s Tuesday.” He shrugs.  

“Wow.” Yoongi jokes. “That’s so much more exciting, damn.” He flatly tells his friend, who rolls his eyes. “Jungkook, have you actually asked her if she’d ever want to tag along?”  

“…Yes.. and she said she wouldn’t mind..” He admits shamefully so.  

“Then bring her next time. You act as if you and her are George and Maria over there. You’re not sixty for God’s sake, and she didn’t turn legal yesterday either.” Yoongi shakes his head with laughter, amused by his best friend. He’s noticed the change in him pretty much immediately after the younger guy had returned from his vacation and days taken off- looking almost ten years younger, happy and most of all carefree. There was no worry on his face, no thoughts wrinkling his brows, no annoyance and clear signs of boiling burnout left.  

“I.. want to ask her to move in with me.” Jungkook admits suddenly, staring at his food. “I know it’s a bit fast but.. I feel like this time, she really is the one for me.” He tells his friend, who shrugs.  

“Its your decision. I’m happy you found someone good.” He simply answers him, refusing to really help in that regard. Jungkook can make this decision all by himself, after all. 

And he should. 

Back at his place, where he puts the car keys on the kitchen counter before he unbuttons his shirt to get ready to shower, he takes a small look around. The cooking utensils he bought just for you are still here, and so is your favorite blanket. The pillows he got are littering the couch, and yet, only you are missing.  

You’re missing.  

Even though you’re technically not even meant to be here all the time yet.  

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Jungkook has become.. suspicious, to say the least.  

You’ve been together for a few months now after all, and ever single one of them, for the same week or so, you vanish out of sight. And he’s not stupid. 

He knows you don’t have an affair with someone else, or your work simply always calls you in during that time, because he knows you escape his sight even when you have days off. No, he knows exactly what it is, and he honestly doesn’t really know why you do it.  

Do you think it grosses him out? Or that he doesn’t know how to deal with it? Knowing you at this point, he might just be right.  

But he also can’t force you to come out and be with him during that time of the month if you don’t want to. You have to want this all by yourself, because otherwise, how can you both build a relationship that’s not the same as your past? He’s not that much better from your past boyfriend if he was to just overstep a boundary you clearly still have.  

Back at work in his private office, he contemplates on messaging you. That could help, right? He types out a simple message, letting you know that if it really is what he thinks happens every month, then you don’t have to be worried at all.

He doesn’t mind. At all.  

So he just texts you- tells you that if you ‘need anything at all’, he’d just bring it over and leave you be if that’s what you’re most comfortable with. However, instead of just texting back, you call him- making him wave towards his secretary in a manner that shows her he is for now unavailable unless urgent. “Well hello, darling.” He chuckles when he picks up the call, unaware that on the other end, his words still make you horribly shy.  

“Sorry for not.. Uhm.. You know, calling you or anything.” You say, but Jungkook doesn’t mind.  

“It’s no bother. We’re both still getting used to things, after all.” He reminds you. “Though I’d love some sign of life every now and then in the future. Just a quick ‘hey, I’m doing ok’ is really enough for me.” He offers.  

“Sorry. I’ll think about it from now on.” You say, though Jungkook is pleased to hear that you don’t just do it out of submission- but that it sounds a lot more like relief, almost. As if you’ve waited for him to say this. “But uhm.. What do you mean by, ‘if I need anything’?” You wonder.  

“I’m assuming you avoid me every month due to your period.” He says, and you just meekly answer with a sigh, and a ‘yeah’. “It’s no bother to me, really. It’s not gross or whatever you might think.” 

“I’m just.. Moody and stuff. I’m worried I might.. I don’t know, be mean to you on accident.” You warn him, and he just laughs it off.  

“I’m not that fragile, love.” He jokes. “And I doubt that you’ll end up calling me an asshole every second of the day if we spend time together.”  

“No, I’d never!” you defend yourself, making him chuckle. “I just get cranky, and I don’t know.. I might just get onto your nerves.” You warn him. 

“You could turn full on toddler on me, and I’d still take care of you.” He jokes. “I really don’t mind. How about we meet up later, and I’ll cook us something at your place? I have the weekend off, we could spend it together.” He offers, clicking a little through the rest of the E-Mails he has for today. “Or you could always.. Stay over at my place as well. You know I love it when you’re there with me.” He says. 

You really like his place. To the point, where you actually begin to miss being there, despite having loved your little apartment for so long until now. It’s odd how his house has become somewhat of a safe-space, even thinking about it makes you feel good. And hearing that he personally enjoys having you over as well offers you some sort of hope that maybe one day, he might even want you there permanently.  

What could living with him look like? 

How long until he gets annoyed with you? 

“I really like your home.” You confess quietly, and he waves off his secretary that’s about to knock- because he can feel he’s potentially at the very cusp of something. “Do you.. I mean..” You mumble, before you sigh. “Yeah sure, let’s uhm.. Spend the weekend together.” You tell him, and he realizes quickly that your tone is not very confident at all, despite the fact that you’re trying to make it seem like it is.  

“It could be your home too, you know?” 

He waits for you to answer, and he knows this needs some time to be thought through, but he truly believes that you’re the one for him. It doesn’t have to happen right away either- but he wants you to know that the option is there, if you’d like to take it someday.  

“I-“ you start, when he can hear your doorbell ring in the background. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You tell him, leaving the phone for a little bit, silence the only thing that Jungkook gets to hear. Your phone probably cancels out whatever quiet noise might be there, so he’s unsure what’s going on, until you return to the phone again. “Can I call you back later?” You say after a moment, voice almost whispering.  

“What’s wrong?” He asks, immediately alarmed by your behavior. He presses for an answer by saying your name- but still, you don’t answer. Until you finally do.  

“He’s here.” You say, 

And Jungkook immediately grabs the keys to his car, rushing out as fast as he can.  

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Jungkook isn’t sure what he expected your ex to look like. But seeing him now, in front of your door as Jungkook walks closer, he feels his blood boil. 

The man is not quite as tall as he is just like you mentioned a few months back, but he’s clearly training for muscle. A very intimidating body, and the second the man turns towards him, he spots the things you’ve told him before as well. His facial features are a lot sharper than Jungkook’s, eyes dark as they muster him up and down, frown on his face. “What do you want?” He asks, voice deep, raspy. Most likely from smoking- cigarette smell still clinging to the man in front of him. 

“I’d like to visit my girlfriend, if you’d be so polite to make space for me to enter the door, please.” Jungkook speaks, tone held at a very specific tone as to not give away any emotions for his opponent to pick up on. 

“Oh, so she got a rich guy now.” Your ex says, leaning back, arms crossed- most likely to present his muscles, something that Jungkook thinks looks simply childish. “Tell her she owes me money. I need it asap, and she keeps avoiding me.” He explains, and Jungkook nods.  

“I’d love to tell her that.” He says. “But you’re still blocking the door.” he says, noticing both the very clear and sharp smell of alcohol, and the way he slightly sways a bit. 

It’s quiet for a good moment, both men staring each other down, before your ex moves to the side, though it’s clear that he doesn’t do it as to admit defeat. Jungkook takes the chance and knocks at your door now, prepared that your ex might try and slip inside the second you open it. “Hey- it’s me.” Jungkook tells you through the door, and at that, you open it just a little bit, like you’re trying to check if he’s actually there or not.  

Once you look at him, his entire face softens. 

You look like a panicked animal that just escaped a shot to the head, eyes wide, staring up at him. At the sight of Jungkook you instantly open the door wider to welcome him inside, and he himself is quick to shut the door right behind him, a hand having tried to keep it open last second. 

“I’m here now.” Jungkook reassures you while you cling to him, your ex having moved to knock and ring the doorbell constantly, angry about Jungkook’s antics. “Don’t worry. Let’s call someone to deal with him, and then we’ll go from there, alright?” He explains to you, as you detach yourself a bit, taking a few deep breaths at the instruction of Jungkook who’s still holding your arms as if to steady you. “Go sit down, I’ll make the call. Did he hurt you at all?” He worries, but you shake your head. 

“I didn’t let him in.” You answer quietly, and Jungkook nods. 

“Which is the best thing you could’ve done. Good job.” He praises, helping you sit down in your bedroom, as far away from the front door, which is still being tortured, as possible, before he walks back out into your kitchen, phone on his ear to call the police. 

It all happens a lot quicker than he would’ve thought- your ex having apparently had gone against some very important guidelines he’s been given after a more recent violent crime he’s committed. “You can file in for a restraining order.” The officer tells Jungkook who nods. “Judging by the fact that he’s known already, that might be for the best. Those people are too unhinged to really be trusted.” 

“Yeah, seeing him in person today has definitely made up my mind about some legal restrictions placed onto him.” Jungkook agrees. “Thank you for dealing with him so quickly.”  

“No problem. You two have a calm rest of your day.” The officer says, before they drive off, your ex in the back of the police car. 

The second he’s back in your home, having realized he actually knows the pin-code to your door, he carefully opens the bedroom door where you’re still hiding on your bed- and the second he nods, you get the message letting go of a deep breath, leaning against him the second he sits down on your bed. “The officer said we should probably file a restraining order towards him.” Jungkook tells you. “I think that’s a good idea as well. It would.. Definitely help me, knowing that he can’t get close to you.” 

“...wait- it’s Tuesday, you were at work-!” You suddenly say, realizing that he probably left work early just to be here now. “You can go back now, I swear I’m fine-” 

“The office won’t burn down just because I’m not there darling, relax.” He laughs, running a hand up and down your arm. “I’ve got the day off tomorrow anyways, and after that I’ll work from home for a while. So it’s not that bad, I promise.” He explains to you, who slowly nods. “And it was a family-emergency after all. They all surely understand that I suddenly ran off.” He jokes- 

Though you feel oddly emotional at the mention of that phrase. 

“Family emergency?” You ask quietly, and he nods, easily, as if it’s no big deal.  

“My girlfriend was in trouble. I’d count that as a family emergency.” He shrugs, and you look at your knees, unsure about what to think. “Which, by the way.. And you can totally say no, it would be completely fine-” He starts, before he continues his sentence once you look at him. “-but.. My parents might want to meet you.” He reveals, strangely... shy almost. 

“Might?” You wonder, and he nods, before sighing. 

“I might’ve let it slip that we’re.. Well, a couple.” He admits. “And I can’t help it, really.” 

“Can’t help what?” You wonder, making him play with the silver rings on his bottom lip. 

“I tend to.. Ramble on and on when it comes to you. So when they asked about you, I just.. I couldn’t help it. And now my family is very much curious to meet you.” He explains, and you smile to yourself. 

“Well.. I mean, I don’t mind?” You say. “What’s the worst that can happen, am I right?”  

“Oh god you don’t know my family.” He dramatizes playfully. “My mother can be a handful, and my brother will most likely just go on and on about some embarrassing stuff that happened when we were kids.” he groans, and you can’t help but grin. 

“Are you scared I might end up hearing something you’d otherwise keep from me?” You wonder, and he glares at you, before he suddenly smiles. “But really. I don’t mind meeting them, if you’re okay with that.” You say. 

And Jungkook can’t help but lean over at that to kiss your lips, realizing just how serious you’re both getting. 

“You’re the only one I’d ever want them to meet.” 

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Jungkook’s parents have never liked his ex wife. 

That’s information you’ve been told later that night before Jungkook had left to go home- and you’re unsure how to think about that. You feel like there’s now a standard you have to reach, and you’re not sure if you can. If you meet them, and it doesn’t work out, what will they think of you?

Your ex has never really let you meet his parents much- only fleetingly, when you met them by chance at the local grocery store or in similar situations. You know that Jungkook has a brother who’s been married for much longer than Jungkook has been- will he judge you for being so much younger than Jungkook himself? 

Will his parents think you’re not a good fit for him because you’re too young? Or do they know already? 

You’re currently washing dishes from the breakfast Jungkook and you had at his place today, when the doorbell rings. You’ve spent the night after admitting that you weren’t feeling good about sleeping at your own place after what happened, and he understood- happily telling you that you can always stay at his house for as long as you’d like. You wonder if he meant permanently.   

He’s been hinting at it for quite a bit now.  

A dog almost jumps up on you, another one following- two tiny whippets excitedly yapping at you, before a young man calls them towards him. Only now do you see three people entering the house through the front door- an older couple, and the young man who you assume owns the dogs, Jungkook standing on the sidelines, hiding his face in his hand.  

“Oh, you must be her!” The woman says, and you instantly know that she must be his mother. He inherited quite a bit of her facial features, though you can also see his father in him as well, the man a lot quieter than her, simply hanging up her coat before greeting his son properly. “Oh you do look young! But very pretty.” She tells you, before she tells you her name.  “When did you change the furniture? It looks so much brighter in here without that weird sofa in the living room.” His mother exclaims, as Jungkook enters the open kitchen.  

“I- mom, when I said you could visit I didn’t mean today.!” Jungkook almost whines, before he throws you an apologetic look. “And also, what are you even doing here?” He asks the young man who very clearly has to be his brother from visual appearance alone.  

“Hey, I gotta know who the pretty girl is who caught my baby brother’s attention!” He teases, smacking Jungkook’s back. “You’ve been going on and on about her, you can’t blame me for being curious.” He explains himself, before he reaches out to you. “Junghyun. Nice to meet you.” He greets you, before he boldly moves to take a look inside the fridge.  

It's odd how you just instantly know the dynamic of his family from this small interaction alone.

Jungkook quickly somehow gets his family to sit in the living room while telling them that he’ll make them something to drink, before he joins you in the kitchen again. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know when J talked to them yesterday that they would show up literally 24 hours later-“ he apologizes, but you wave him off.  

“Its.. not that big of a deal. They seem nice- and it would’ve had to happen at some point, right?” You wonder, and he nods.  

“Still, it must be at least somewhat uncomfortable. I know I’d like to be prepared to meet your parents.” He sighs, moving to make some coffee for his parents after pecking your lips once.  

“…would you?” You ask, and he turns around after clicking the right buttons on the coffee machine in front of him. “meet my parents, I mean.” You ask, unsure.  

“I.. yeah?” He rubs the back of his neck a little. “I’m.. I mean, I don’t know if they’re even aware that you’re seeing someone-“ 

“They are.” You admit. “they.. I told my mom. After we.. after Christmas.” You explain, and he listens with interest, letting you go at your own pace however. “She’s.. they both know you’re older, and my dad is not very happy about that. But my mom seemed welcoming of the idea.” You tell him honestly, and he nods. “they’re scared too, you know? After all that happened.”  

Jungkook nods. “I completely understand. And even without that-“ he shrugs. “-I guess any parents would be suspicious of a relationship like ours.” Be admits and you nod as well, well aware that your parents might not be as easy going as his are. “but well make it work. Right?” be asks, and you know what he’s asking.  

Not if you’re gonna make it work- but if your parent’s possibly being against your relationship could be a deal breaker for you.  

“Yeah.” You say, because you’re not going to let this be taken away from you, by anyone. You’ve had a taste of what your life could be like if you were to just let it happen- and you don’t want to hide away and be trampled over anymore. You want him, you want this life and this future you might have together- no matter what.  

And Jungkook can’t help but walk closer to you, kissing your lips while he tenderly holds your cheeks.  

“Mom, Jungkook is making out with his girlfriend instead of making Coffee!” his brother yells, and Jungkook leans back at that, jaw clenched and tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek while he’s got his eyes closed, having to restrain himself you imagine. But you can’t help and giggle at the situation- visions of what those two brothers might’ve been like as children filling your mind, curiosity growing.

What was he like before Evelyn? Before he married? Before he met her? 

“get out!” Jungkook barks, taking a towel from the sink to hit his brother with it, the laughing older male running off back into the living room, where you follow- carefully carrying the two cups of coffee Jungkook had forgotten in his playful rage against his sibling. 

“Thank you.” His mother says, smiling warmly, while his father only nods, face however gentle, and friendly. You sit down after that, in the corner of the sofa, listening to the two brothers fighting in Jungkook’s office, before his father speaks up.  

“My son mentioned that you two have.. Quite the age gap between you.” He says, and you nod. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He asks, and you shake your head. 

“It.. Did. In the beginning.” You admit, his father now visibly interested in your answer as he didn’t expect you to admit something like that so outright. “I was worried that he might.. Think of me as childish. Or that our ambitions might differ too much, since we’re both at different points in our lives.” You explain, his mother now listening in as well. “I mean.. Let's just take family-planning for example. He’s a lot closer to settling down than I am, technically.” You explain, and his mother nods. “But I realized that, if we talk about these issues, we can solve them together. Make compromises, so we can meet in the middle, so to speak.” 

“Has he spoken to you about his.. Past marriage?” His father asks, and you nod. 

“I’ve met his former wife a few times. And I’m.. Somewhat aware of the things that happened in the past- though I’m sure he didn’t tell me everything yet.” You say. “And I respect that. We’re still.. At the very beginning of our relationship after all.” You chuckle a little, nervously, but suddenly, his father smiles. 

“Stop interrogating my girlfriend just because I’m not here.” Jungkook interrupts the conversation, protectively sitting in between his father and you- though that wasn’t the smartest idea, since his father just quietly pats his back rather roughly, making Jungkook complain in embarrassment. “What the fuck dad?” He asks, but his father just laughs. 

“Stop hitting him darling, you’re gonna break his back!” His mother complains, and you can’t help but smile at the mention of that petname- making it clear where Jungkook got the habit from, since he calls you the same most of the time. It’s cute. 

You’re happy to see that he has such a nice family.  

“So, when are you gonna bring a kid into this world, huh?” His brother asks shamelessly, making Jungkook choke on his water. “Hey, come on. I’ve got the second one on the way, you can’t make me do all the work here!” He teases, making Jungkook turn towards you. 

“I’m so sorry- if you want them to leave, just tell me.” He says towards you, but much to his dismay, you shake your head. 

“I don’t mind them.” You say, and his brother grins, before he leans forwards towards you. 

“Did you know that Jungkook used to be scared of the microwave-” Jonghyun starts, and Jungkook throws his head back, groaning in agony.  

All while you can’t help but be happy that his family seems to like you. 

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Later on, once they all left again, he talks to you once more in the living room after the dishes had been washed, and you both had gotten ready to just laze around and go to bed later. “I’m really sorry they showed up unannounced. That was terrible of them-” He shakes his head still, holding you in his arms on the couch while a random TV series plays quietly in the background, commercial break ongoing. “-and I’m also sorry I left you alone with them. I hope they didn’t interrogate you too hard.” 

“It was fine.” You brush off, telling the truth. “We just.. Spoke about the age gap.” You explain, and Jungkook sighs. “And I told them that, you know, yes, it did bother me at first. And I know that it bothered you too.” You admit, making him stare blankly, listening to your words. “But that we.. Work together. If problems occur, we find compromises. Put equal effort into it so we meet in the middle, you know what I mean?” You say, and he nods. 

“Yeah, I see where you’re coming from. What did they answer to that?” He wonders, but you shrug. 

“He just asked if I knew Evelyn, and I said that yes, I’ve met her a few times.” You remember. “And that I know you probably didn’t yet tell me everything, but that it’s fine because neither have I. Since we’re still.. Pretty new.” You offer. “And then you came back, so we didn’t talk further.” 

“My brother can be so terrible, I swear.” He huffs. “Two years older and thinks he’s always got the upper hand in everything..” He mumbles. 

“Well, from what I’ve been told, he is a bit quicker with things than you.” You giggle. “Second marriage, second child-” 

“Second job after he kept slacking off at his first, second house because he got kicked out of the first, second dog because one wasn’t enough-” Jungkook goes on, and you can’t help but laugh out loud. “-Hey, stop laughing about that!” He complains, moving his hands to pinch your sides, only causing your laughter to intensify as you try and slip away from him. But you’re unsuccessful, rather ending up somewhat manhandled down into the couch, with him above you, your wrists pressed into the cushions below you. 

It doesn’t take long for him to lean in and kiss you, the knowledge of everything that happened today settling in. You’ve been so understanding about everything, calm and collected even though he knew that you must’ve been at least somewhat intimidated by the whole situation. You still handled it perfectly in his opinion, facing it all head on. 

He’s so in love with you.  

His kisses slow down after a moment or two- and you know why they do. He’s not really a fan of getting heated on the couch of all places, preferring the bedroom or maybe the shower- and sure, you have indeed gotten rather scandalous in other places of his house before, but if he can control himself, he does.  

Laying next to you, your head on his biceps, he just observes you for a moment before he speaks again.  

“Move in with me.” He says, and you’re caught by surprise at the sudden proposal. “I’ve got.. Enough space. A room you can have just for yourself if you ever want some time to yourself. I can continue renting out your old place too if you’d like.” He tells you, hand resting on your waist. “Just.. I’d like to have you close. Every day.” He says. “And night of course.” 

“I mean.. if you’re okay with that?” You say, unsure. “you don’t have to do it just because.. we’re a couple, you know? I can be.. a little chaotic, and loud, you might not-“ 

“I wouldn’t have proposed the idea if I didn’t want it, darling.” He chuckles, easing your mind quite a bit. “Think about it though, before you answer me now. I realize I might’ve come off a bit.. strong with how I phrased it.” He hums, slowly sitting up again with you next to him. “What I really want to say is.. If you wanted to move in with me, I’d welcome you with open arms so to say.” He offers, and you nod.  

“I’ll think about it.”  

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“Hm?” You wonder still half asleep, Jungkook right behind you with his hands running over your skin, legs entangled and lips kissing the back of your neck.  

“You’ve been sleeping for ages.” He complains lightly, his own eyes barely open. “been waiting for you to wake up.”  

“..whats.. why?” You ask, moving a little to stretch your legs out.  

“hm, why..” he just repeats, hands traveling further and further until one of them finds its way beneath your light shirt you wear, bare chest warm beneath his palm. It’s clear to you now what exactly he’s been aiming for when waking you up- intentions obvious, especially with the way he presses himself into you from behind.  

You do have to admit, that it’s been a few days since the last time you two got together like this. With some stress at his work and your own life, you didn’t want to bother him too much- rather deciding to let him reach out on his own, so you know that he’s up for it.  

“You smell nice.” Jungkook comments, running his nose over the crook of your neck. “Is that the.. pink bottle you left here last time?” He asks a bit slurred, himself still somewhat asleep.  

“Hmhm.” You nod. “It’s.. yeah. I forgot it.” You explain, moving a bit to give him better access, and also to show that you’re okay with this. “it’s body lotion.”  

“smells better on you than it does on me.” He chuckles. 

“You used it?” You wonder, and he shrugs, before moving to position himself over you, reaching into his bedside table for a condom.  

“Hey you left it here!” He defends himself. “but it didn’t smell as nice on me.” He admits, shrugging before he moves to shed his cotton pajama pants- the shirt long gone, a habit of his during the night.  

“Well, now I’m here.” You say, and he nods, smiling.  

“You are.” He agrees, tapping your hips to make you lift them, his hands pulling down your underwear and sleep shorts off in one go. He gives the condom to you for now, before he lifts your legs over his shoulders, head lowering between your thighs to eat you out. He’s got a habit of holding eye contact with you during the act, and even now, he does so- soaking up every one of your reactions, eager to see you restless beneath his touch.  

This is the type of love he’d hoped for when he married. This is what he thought could grow from nothing.  

But he’s realizing now that that was a mistake- you can’t just hope for the best and then be disappointed when things don’t turn out the way you’d wanted them. There’s got to be effort put into it, and knowing that now makes him accept the fact that his ex wife isn’t the only reason his marriage failed. He himself also made mistakes, many of them- agreeing to going out with her when he didn’t love her being one of them.  

There’s no clear villain and no obvious victim in his story.  

Your skin is soft beneath his hands as he runs them up and down the sides of your legs- body squirming from his actions beneath them, as you experience things you haven’t before. You’ve never really had anyone ever pay so much attention to you in any way- be it sexually or just with the way that he calls daily to make sure he at least checks in with you whenever you’re apart. And thinking about it, there’s nothing speaking against living together- what's really the worst that could happen? 

You’ve been through the worst. You know that Jungkook would never be anything close to that. 

Your hand finds its way into his hair, unsure where else it’s supposed to go- and you’re faintly apologetic about the way you’re most likely tugging on it the second he pushes you over the edge- but he’s visibly uncaring of it, none of it bothering him it seems. He chuckles as he comes back up to you, wiping his face with his hand before he watches you open your eyes again to look at him. “You okay?” He chuckles, and you nod. 

“I want to move in with you.” You say, and he’s caught off guard, eyes wide for a second before he leans back a little to properly look at you.

“You sure?” He wonders, and you nod. 

“Hmhm.” You nod. “I.. Want to.” You tell him, and he smiles, clearly excited.  

“Okay.” He nods. “Okay! Yeah, we can.. Uhm, I mean, I’ve got the next week and a half set for home-office, so I can help you with the furniture?” He proposes, and you laugh, almost in relief, before he steals the still wrapped condom from your hand that's been holding it the entire time, face leaning down to kiss you.

"But first, let me love you some more."

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers attempting to seduce an asexual reader. (Written for my asexual viewers).

Notes: This is meant to be purely humorous and fun. I wrote it for my asexual viewers in the hopes that I can put a smile on their faces. All the love in the world to you, my dears! 💜🤍🖤

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Albert Wesker

After killing two survivors in the trial, Wesker took his time unbuttoning his shirt. Then he slid off his glasses and ruffled his hair- something he never did unless it was for someone very special.

Ever since he had arrived here, countless people had tried getting into his pants. He was used to it, honestly. And while the attention felt good, he wasn't interested in anyone else. No.

He was interested in 'you'.

Anticipating your arrival at a generator, Wesker casually leaned against the hill and posed, showing off his smooth, veiny muscles and glistening abs. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off the divine luxury of his biceps.

Oh yes, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Stare at the wondrous array of his beauty, his irresistible essence. There was no way you could resist him, no one could. Any second and you would either come running, or he would catch you staring at him like a red faced fish.

Grinning big in confidence, Wesker was midway through running his hand through his hair when he turned to see what your reaction was. He expected you to be excited, flustered and breathless, but instead...

You were rummaging through a chest, your side to him and your attention completely focused on the task at hand.

Ok, umm... What!?

Wesker pushed himself away from the hill. You were searching a chest? What? Why? What was so bloody important about 'that'? You should be paying attention to him.

Unable to believe it, Wesker watched as you proudly lifted up a flashlight that you clicked multiple times before standing up and tossing your old toolbox at the poor chest. Then you turned around and skipped away without a care in the world.

In the abyss, Wesker was left frustrated, humiliated and determined. Don't think that this was over with, (y/n), because it's not. Wesker isn't a man who likes to give up.

He'd have your attention eventually.

Herman Carter

He unlatches his mouth and head restraints and sheds his torn lab coat. His eyes glow a light pink as he unfastens his belt, untucks his shirt and purposely rips certain areas of his clothes thus leaving more lush, gorgeous skin to shine through.

They say that you were hard to get, But Herman liked to believe otherwise. Being one of the most popular people in the realm, his fame made him confident and certain of himself. If he wanted someone's attention, then he would get it.

Casually swinging his weapon around while guarding his perimeter, Herman kept an eye out for you. Any second and you should be returning to finish the generator.

When he finally saw you approach, he stretched, one arm moving behind his head to show off the gorgeous curve of his back and his strong muscles. His bare arms crackled with teasing electricity as he stroked his body, his fingers tugging at holes in his clothes and exposing the exciting view from within.

That's it, (y/n), look at him. Don't be shy. Bask in his charm and handsome, good looks. Stare at the way his muscles moved. Watch his strong thighs flex and let your imagination run wild. Yes.

Chancing a look in your direction, Herman expected to see you flustered, intimidated or frozen in awe, but instead...

You were talking to a crow.

Herman nearly dropped his weapon.

Are you joking him right now?

You were talking to a crow. Literally. You were kneeling down with a stick in your hand in which you tried to use to serenade the crow. Your back was to him and you were completely submerged in your essential conversation.

What on earth? Herman sighed in disbelief and frustration. Why were you talking to a crow? Were you mad? Look at him! He was practically famous- not to mention extraordinarily good looking. You shouldn't be paying attention to no crow.

Seeing as how he wasn't going to get your attention today, Herman sighed and walked away. You were certainly unique, but that only made him want you more.

Soon, (y/n). Very, very soon.

Frank Morrison

He was almost shaking with excitement as he took off his jacket and shirt. Today was the day. Today was the day that he finally got a rise out of you, and he would be the first. Everyone says you're unresponsive to this kind of act, but he begged to differ.

You just haven't got to see him in action yet is all.

Going so far as to unzip his pants, Frank then took his mask off and leaned against the rumbling generator. His plan was in motion. All he needed was to wait for you and everything would fall into place exactly how he wanted it to.

When he saw you come into view, Frank leaned back against the generator, stretching his arms and legs and glancing in your direction.

Go on, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Witness his exposed body and come undone. If you're good, he might even help you with all those flustered emotions. All you had to do was ask nicely.

Glancing in your direction, Frank catches you looking at him and he grins maliciously. Yes. That's it. He looks at you further, his body turning towards you as he gets ready to gesture you forward. Be good now, (y/n).

After a few seconds of staring at him though, something else caught your attention, and suddenly you were jogging off to a set of pillars nearby.

"Hey," Frank immediately protested as he pushed himself away from the generator. Where were you going?

Following you a bit, Frank's hands flew up in complete and utter disbelief.

A totem? You were cleansing a dull totem? Are you serious right now? What the heck!

Frank was utterly baffled. All of his hard work, and you barely even noticed him. Did you even have any kind of reaction at all? And what the hell was so great about a totem???

For a minute, Frank watched as you cleansed the totem and began searching the area for more, not a second glance given to him or the generator. Growling in frustration, Frank kicked the ground and wandered back to his stripped clothes.

They really weren't joking when they said you were unresponsive. Well, Frank wasn't joking either. He would get your attention one day, and he can guarantee that.

Evan MacMillan

He had worn his apron and jeans specifically for you. After he killed off at least two survivors, he shedded his apron thus leaving his upper body bare. Taking off his mask came next, and then he sat on a crate, patiently waiting for you to come around.

Most people love seeing him show off his strength, which is what he planned to do with you. If he could lure you in enough, then he would intimidate you, steal the words right out of your stuttering mouth and tell you what he knew you wanted deep, deep down.

Feeling himself burn with excitement, Evan nearly stood up too fast when he saw you come into view. Turning around, he kicked the generator, putting his muscles and strength on display. Then he grabbed a trap and kneeled down to set it, the air tickling his exposed crack.

Evan knew that he had a good body, and he wanted you to look at it. Look at it and imagine all the things it could do to you. Think about his strong thighs and thick waist. Think about his rough, calloused hands and fingers. Take it all in and imagine the possibilities.

Planning on playing the victim to your staring, Evan turned his head back, fully prepared to see you gawking at him. But instead...

You were looting David's belongings in which he had left after dying on a hook.

What in God's name?

Evan stood up, confused and somewhat irritated. Had you not noticed him? He growled, watching as you tossed out unimportant tools from a toolbox, completely focused on your own tasks.

You gotta be kidding him. This is what you were interested in instead of him? A toolbox? Really?

Crossing his arms, Evan sighed. He wasn't mad. He knew they had said that you were hard to get. Sure, he hadn't imagined you being quite this clueless, but still. It was strange.

Evan watched as you got your tools collected and skittered off in a different direction, and he shook his head in amusement. One of these days he was going to get a reaction from you. Just you wait.

Ji-woon Hak

They say you can't be seduced? Well, Ji-woon would like to prove otherwise. After all, who can resist the practical God of good looks? No one!

Wearing none other than his fancy swim shorts, Ji-woon was pumped with confidence and optimism. Getting your attention was going to be a piece of cake.

Waiting on top of a hill, Ji-woon waits until you come into view and then shouts to get your attention. You stop in your tracks and look at him. He smirks and takes out his throwing knives.

Facing a nearby fence, Ji-woon throws and throws his knives until he creates a heart shape in the old wood. Huffing in pride, he skillfully twirls a knife around while waiting your reaction.

You were staring at the fence, seeming to be in awe.

Ji-woon grins and strokes his hair, mumbling arrogant phrases in Korean as he begins to walk down the hill. On his way, he pushes his shorts down a bit, exposing the fine ridges of his pelvic bones. Then he trails his fingers down his sides and over his abs.

By the time he looks up to give you a wink, he sees you staring at him with a somewhat emotionless face. He smiled, ready to throw out the grand finale.

But suddenly...

Something passed by your face. It was a butterfly. A butterfly that had you gasping in delight and grinning big. Not but a few seconds after it flew by, you began chasing it.

"Eh?" Ji-woon was dumbfounded.

You. Were. Chasing. A. Butterfly?!

How could you be chasing a butterfly instead of paying attention to him? Come on. He just put on a big show for you. You should be falling to pieces in admiration and lust.

And yet you were chasing a freakin butterfly!!!

Cursing, Ji-woon covered his face and shook his head. You really were a difficult person to please. But, no matter. The more challenging the person, the more fun the possibilities.

Chuckling fondly, Ji-woon fought against chasing the butterfly with you. Instead he watched, adoring your childish nature.

Don't worry, (y/n), he wasn't giving up. One day he would steal your heart. One day...

[bones4thecats]

Hi can I get a seperate scenario request where Cooler, Cell, and Whis have to help Fem reader with their sprained ankle, because they fell down the stairwell on accident. And F! reader just kinda looking around not knowing if she'd just broken a bone or not. (Note: Based on irl experiences, I just had something like this the 2nd time 😭)

Hope you have a good night by the way 💜

When Their Fem/GN! S/O Sprains Ankle

Characters: Cooler, Cell, and Whis Requester: @silkyshulks A/N: Holy crap, you sprained your ankle twice? That must be tough. I swear that I stub my toe or hit my head everyday, pretty sure I'm one more table-to-forehead thump away from brain damage, lmao. Anyways, hope you get healed up from your sprain and enjoy this! By the way, the Reader has no gender mentions in this! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Spraining your ankle, maybe? ⚠️

Disclaimer: I have five requests left, let's hope I can get them done!

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╚═════ Cooler ════════════════════════════════╝

🧊 You looked at Cooler and smiled. It wasn't a smile full of love, no this was one that you put up to make the other members of the Force feel freaked out

🧊 It was when you started going down the stars that you slipped and fell, causing you to hurt your ankle, but, as you were used to pain much worse than this, you looked around and up at Cooler, whom was panicking, wondering if you had broken anything

🧊 When he brought you to the ship's doctor, he was beyond angry that you had sprained the area between your foot and calf. He wasn't angry at you, he was angry at himself for allowing this to happen

🧊 The doctor handed you a medical note of everything you needed to do for the injury to heal; mainly just some rest, an ice-pack being placed on it from time-to-time, giving it a wrap of sorts to keep it from getting worse from moving, and getting it raised above your heart's level while resting

🧊 Cooler sighed as you shifted in your bed, not being used to having your ankle raised so highly. He grabbed a nearby ice-pack and placed it on your ankle, causing you to suck in a deep breath quickly before scoffing and looking away from your lover

"You don't have to be ashamed. Injuries happen to the best of us."

"Coming from the guy who didn't sprain their ankle in front of their lover and multiple members of the Frieza Force then having to keep it up despite having dealt with worse injuries than this."

"Are you done with your little tangent?"

🧊 He tries to stay around you as much as possible to make sure your injury would heal as quick and perfectly as possible. While he cannot always be there, due to some issues within the Force, he makes up for it all by sitting beside you with his head on your chest for you to slide your hands on while trying to cure your boredom

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╚═════ Cell ═════════════════════════════════╝

🔬 This world that you both lived in was utter chaos. So getting injuries wasn't something to out of the ordinary for anyone, but for you? It was completely new

🔬 Cell always made sure that you stayed safe, keeping you from falling and injuring yourself multiple times. Hell, one time he was fighting someone and dashed to keep you safe from a boulder crushing you!

🔬 This time, he hadn't noticed you got injured because he wasn't there

🔬 Cell had gone out to deal with some humans and came back to find you wrapping your ankle and putting some ice on it, flinching and trying to keep yourself calm despite the obvious pain from the injury

🔬 You were shocked to see Cell kneel in front of you with a darkening expression, and you knew what he was going to ask you

"Who did this to you?"

"Nobody, Dear. I just fell down the stairs on accident and ended up spraining my ankle. It should be healed in about a week at most."

"Are you sure nobody harmed you?"

"Yes, Cell. I'm sure."

🔬 After that, he stayed by your side 24/7. You never suspected that the Bio-Android could be so clingy before this, but here you were, having him on his hands and knees for you

🔬 He always replaces your ice-pack, making sure there were always two. One being frozen while the other you could use so you didn't have to wait on some compression being added to your injury

🔬 Cell also may or may not have almost destroyed your stairs after the incident...

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╚═════ Whis ═════════════════════════════════╝

😇 Whis values your health above all else. He knows that you're more susceptible to getting sick than him, so he always kept up-to-date with your symptoms, making sure you couldn't get to ill

😇 But this was an injury that he did not expect to happen

😇 Beerus and Whis had finally gotten to go to Earth after destroying a few planets about 7 galaxies away, and Whis was happy to get to finally see you again after nearly four weeks worth of destruction and traveling with Universe 7's God of Destruction

😇 He made his way to you door was confused why you didn't come right to the door when he gave the special knock you both made to let each other know it was you. So, after three tries, he opened the door was began looking around for you

"Y/N? Where are you?"

"I'm-uh, I'm over here, Whis."

"Oh my."

😇 You sat on the bottom stair of your home, your face had some light scuffing on it while your ankle's slight movements caused you to shiver and groan in pain under your breath

😇 Whis kneeled in front of you and laid his staff nearby your head, just within your grasp. He then picked up your leg lightly, draping the back of your knee over his thigh as he rolled up your pant leg to see your ankle

😇 He saw how your skin darkened at the marking around your ankle. It looked much like a bruise, but he had treated enough injuries dealt by Beerus and Goku to know that this was a sprain and not just a horribly-placed bruise

"Don't worry, love. I can get this fixed up in a mere second!"

😇 Motioning for his staff, you reached to your side and handed him it, to which he thanked you and laid your ankle back down on the ground, making sure your leg was laying straight and not bent from your knee

😇 He then allowed his staff to glow before he tapped it right above your injury, which caused it to slightly ache in pain before it went away. He had healed it in a mere couple seconds!

😇 Whis reached out for you, to which you grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled yourself back onto your feet. While your ankle did slightly pound from the pain, it wasn't as bad as before

"While it may look healed, you may want to put some ice on it and wrap it up if the pain gets worse, alright?"

"Yeah, thanks, Whis."

"No problem, after all, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let my S/O just writhe around in pain?"

[luvfy0dor]

RRRRAAAAAH i’m so insane abt dad fyodor i’m!!!!! imagine him helping the kid with schoolwork and attending parent meetings i’m so? feel free to decline! <3

“Multiplication Sucks ♡” - Dad!Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; None!

Description; Fyodor helping his daughter with her homework assignment, I'm so sorry it's so short : [ I tried writing a scenario for a parent teacher meeting but I kept scrapping my ideas, ill do a part two at some point i promise!

A/n; I LOVE THAT WE ALL LOVE DAD FYODOR SM DJSJEJS THANK YOU DAD!FYODOR ANON FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS WE LOVE YOU 💜 ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT ANON AHHH 💔

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

• Fyodor is the type of dad to let his kid waste no time when it comes to homework. He wants them to get it done the very night it's assigned so they can relax afterwards and not gain the habit of procrastinating.

• You will catch him walking your kid step by step through their homework. He's not the type of parent to yell out of frustration, especially not over his kids homework.

• He can help the child with most subjects, but he's especially good at math and therefore some sciences. He's good with history, too.

• At one-on-one parent teacher meetings, he already knows what to expect. He knows his kid is well behaved, he raised them well mannered and respectful. He also knows that his kid is smart and does well on their assignments, they get it from their papa.

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(As always, d/n is daughters name, p/t is parental title)

You sat on the couch with Fyodor, leaning on his shoulder while you watched a movie. He seemed relatively intrigued while he chewed on his fingernails. His hair was messily pulled back, his bangs falling through the grip of the ponytail holder and back into his face. His free arm was around your waist, holding you close. Your daughter was being relatively quiet, you couldn't really hear her footsteps going back and forth around her bedroom like you usually could. All of a sudden though, you could hear some frustrated groans. Fyodor definitely heard it too, turning his head to look at you. After a second he got up from the couch and walked towards d/n's room.

He knocked on your daughter's door lightly, opening it upon hearing a soft "come in". He walked into her bedroom, his eyes immediately falling onto the young girl slouched over at her desk with a pencil in hand. He tilts his head and notices the sheet of paper in front of her, half finished with lots of scribbled out things.

"What's wrong, Malyshka?" He asks, reaching out and rubbing her back in consolation. The young girl sits up with a pout, her lip quivering a bit. "Multiplying is stupid!" She says sadly, placing her pencil down gently and crossing her arms. Fyodor picks up and examines the paper, humming as he reads over the simple and basic multiplication problems. "Well, I can help you. There's no need to cry over it." He says, petting her head gently and putting the paper back down. "Is it this one that's troubling you?" He asks, pointing to one of the problems with the pencil. She nods, sniffling.

"16 x 2..." He hums for a moment, thinking of a way to explain this to her. "If you can do 6 x 2 and 10 x 2, all you have to do is add them together." He says, handing the pencil to her. "You're a smart girl, I know you can do it." He says, remaining at her side while she uses the strategy he provided her. Her tongue slightly pokes from the corner of her lips as she comes to her conclusion of 32 after a couple of seconds.

"Is that right, papa?" D/n asks, looking up at Fyodor for approval. "Yes, you did a good job." He praises her with a proud smile, patting her head. She nods and moves onto the next question, and before she knows it, she's done! Fyodor was happy that she didn't give up and powered through, finally starting to grasp the concept. All she needed was a little more help, the help that her father was right there to give her.

A/n; AHHHH I love dad Fyodor sm like imagine him going to father-daughter dances omg I die

[7ndipity]

Take Care

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Namjoon tries to remind you that looking after yourself is just as important as looking after you partner

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, mentions of illness and medications, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I got a little stuck, so it might be a bit eh, but I hope you’ll still like it!💜

Masterlist

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“Just please make sure to look after yourself.” That was one of the top five things that Namjoon said the most to you, second only to “I love you”. It might’ve made him sound a bit like an over concerned parent sometimes, but you didn’t mind, knowing he meant well.

He had always worried about you, even before you got together, and with the past few hectic weeks of work, his concern had only worsened, but you had tried to assure him that you were doing alright and managing fine, which wasn’t entirely true, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t need to know about the long hours and sleepless nights to keep up with the deadlines that were rapidly creeping up on you.

Your eye twitched with fatigue as you scanned through your notes for the nith time, casting a quick glance at the clock before saving and closing your laptop, trying to push down the faint uneasy, sinking feeling in your gut, and focusing on getting ready for your evening out with Joon.

He had asked a few weeks ago if you wanted to come with him to a special art exhibition featuring one of his favorite artists, which you had readily agreed to, although currently, the idea of spending multiple hours wandering around a gallery didn’t sound ideal, but you couldn’t imagine canceling on him, knowing how much he loved getting to share his interests with you.

You were putting the finishing touches on your look when you heard him knock, smiling massively when you opened the door.

“Hi.” He said, kissing your cheek. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you, you look pretty spiffy yourself.” You teased, turning to grab your bag, pausing slightly as you were hit with a small wave of dizziness.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just a little tired.” You assured quickly, flashing him a quick grin, but he still frowned slightly, unconvinced.

“If you’re not feeling well, we don’t have to go-”

“No, I want to.” You interjected, stopping him. “You’ve been looking forward to this, I want to go.”

He looked like he wanted to argue with you, but he let it slide for the moment.

The majority of the night passed smoothly, you talked and laughed with his friends, earning more a few proud smiles from him, though you also noticed him periodically watching you with a cautious eye, making sure you were okay.

You’d begun to feel increasingly unwell at various points through the evening, but you’d managed to keep a calm facade for the most part, not wanting to spoil you and Joon’s evening, until you were suddenly hit with another wave of dizziness, causing your steps to falter.

You instinctively reached out for Namjoon, catching hold of his arm for support as you tried to steady yourself.

Joon immediately glanced down at you in concern, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to hold you.

“Are you alright?!” He asked, eyeing you anxiously.

“yeah, I just feel dizzy.” You said weakly.

He instantly went into protective caregiver mode, carefully guiding you over to an empty bench in the corner of the room, bringing you some water, and feeling your forehead for any sign of fever while going through the usual list of questions.

“Did you eat today?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Did you take your meds?”

“I-” You tried to think back through your day, but everything was a frenzied blur of work and getting ready to go out. “I might’ve forgotten it.”

“You might have forgotten?!” He asked sharply.

“I don’t know, Joon, I was busy! What does it matter?!” You snapped, not in the mood to be scolded by him.

“It matters if you get sick!” He said sternly, carefully pulling you up from your seat. “C’mon, we’re going home.”

“I’ll be fine, I just need to rest for a few minutes.” You tried to pull away from him, but the sudden movement caused another bout of dizziness to hit you, coupled this time with a touch of nausea that had you sinking back into your seat.

As soon as he saw your face lose color, every ounce of anger and frustration in his body disappeared, replaced only with worry for you.

“You’re not fine!” He said seriously. “We’re going home.”

You didn’t bother trying to argue with him anymore, feeling increasingly lightheaded and woozy, wanting nothing more in that moment than to just lay down.

Joon barely spoke on the way home, a growing sense of guilt brewing on your stomach as you watched him, his hands tight on the steering wheel as he drove.

“Joon-” You started, but he was quick to stop you.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay? Right now, I just want you to rest.”

As soon as you got home, he carried you to bed, helping you change and making sure you took your medications before finally sinking into the bed, falling into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

Joon however barely slept, waking every couple of hours throughout the night to make sure you were alright. Eventually, he gave up on sleep entirely, watching over you while you slept instead.

You looked so fragile to him like this, his mind couldn’t help wandering back to your earlier comments. How much had you been neglecting yourself recently? Were you eating properly? He knew you hadn’t been sleeping well.

Maybe he was overreacting and it was just a one off event, but it was still more than enough to scare him. He was well aware how hectic things had been lately, but he had hoped they weren’t taking such a harsh toll on you like this.

When you woke the next morning, your eyes immediately landed on his half sleeping form propped up next to you in the bed.

“Joon?” You croaked, your voice small and ragged from sleep, snapping him to attention.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked softly, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

“ ‘m okay, tired.” You replied.

“That’s alright.” He smiled. “Are you hungry? I can order food. I thought about trying to cook, but I figured that might not be the best idea.”

“Yeah, probably not.” You replied with a grin, glancing around sleepily. “What time is it?” The light streaming in through the curtains indicated that it was well past your normal wake up time.

“About ten.”

“What?” You gasped, scrambling to sit up, the sudden movement causing your head to spin again.

“Careful!” He said gently, pushing you back down into the bed. “Everything’s alright. You just need to take it easy and rest.”

“I can’t, I’ve got a deadline!” You tried to sit up again, but he pressed you back down firmly. My boss is probably wondering where the hell I-”

“I already texted your manager and told them you were sick and wouldn’t be in today.” He said matter of factly.

You gaped at him. “Why would you do that?!”

“Because you need to rest.” He said, pulling you into him. “They’ll be fine, everything won't fall apart just because you took a day. You need to take time to look after yourself too, you know?”

You looked down, avoiding his eyes, the guilt from the night before bubbling back to the surface.

“I know, I just…I didn’t wanna ruin your night.” You sniffed, trying to fight back the frustrated tears that threatened to spill. “I don’t know, I’m sorry I upset you.”

He pulled you closer. “The only thing I’m upset about is how hard you’ve been pushing yourself. I know things have been tough, but I don't want you to hide from me. And I don’t want you putting everyone else ahead of you. You are far too important to ever neglect, you hear me?”

You nodded, letting Namjoon wipe away the few stray tears that slipped down your cheeks, “I didn’t mean to get so caught up, it just kinda snowballed.”

“I know, I’ve done the same thing.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “But do you remember what you did last time it happened?”

You scoffed. “Basically kidnapped you for the weekend?”

“Yep,” He grinned. “So, consider this my payback.”

Joon helped you get settled back under the covers, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Thank you Joonie.” You mumbled.

“Always.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Get some rest, Sweetheart.”

You fell back to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and at peace for the first time in weeks.

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[dixons-sunshine]

no thoughts just carol comforting you with a hug and her soft voice

It’s Alright, I Got You | Carol Peletier x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Carol found you after days of tracking down the man that had kidnapped you, she found you shaken up and worse for wear. There was nothing she could do to help you at that moment except offer you her comfort—and plan the perpetrator’s demise.

Warnings: Injuries, blood, non-descriptive mentions of SA.

Word count: 1.2k.

A/N: Yes. Just yes. She’d give the best hugs ever. This was supposed to be fluffy but it took a more angsty route. I hope you like it nonetheless, my love 💜.

(GIF isn’t mine.)

“Carol...”

Your weak, trembling voice reached the Peletier woman’s ears. Carol’s heart shattered at the heartbreaking sound, and broke even more at the sight that beheld her when she finally managed to get to you; your eyes were bloodshot from crying, your clothes were hanging on by a mere thread, multiple deep cuts and bruises littered your body, and your wrists were raw from the ropes that were bounding you to the chair that psychopath had forced you into.

Carol sincerely hoped that Daryl hadn’t killed the bastard, because she wanted to do so herself. Nobody was allowed to hurt you in such a way and get away with it. Not on her watch.

Carol rushed towards you, dropping her bow in the process, but she didn’t even realize. Her only concern at that moment was you. She had to get you out of those ropes and out of that godforsaken warehouse you had been stuck in for days at that point in time. She had to get you to safety. That was her main priority.

The sound of your pained whimpers as she removed the ropes that were tightly bound around your wrists had tears welling up in her eyes. “I know it hurts. I’m so sorry,” she whispered apologetically, swallowing at the lump that had formed in her throat. After your wrists were untied, she crouched and made quick work of removing the binds around your legs. Once removed, she stood back up and moved to help you up.

You accepted her help with zero protest. You were just too tired to even attempt to keep up your strong facade. However, your legs buckled under your weight, and you tumbled to the ground.

Carol quickly caught you and slowly lowered you to the ground, cleverly noting that you would not be able to stand at all, and she wasn’t strong enough to carry you. You’d have to wait for Daryl. However, she would not leave your side. She’d stay by your side for days to ensure your safety.

You broke down into tears. Your sobs reverberated throughout the empty room. Carol gently and carefully wrapped her arms around you, bringing you into her chest. She placed a soft, tender kiss on top of your head, slowly rocking you from side to side. “It’s alright, I got you,” she told you softly, blinking away the tears that fell from her eyes at witnessing the state you’re in. “You’re okay. I got you. I got you.”

Your sobs didn’t let up. If anything, they only worsened. Hearing Carol’s voice after days of being trapped and submitted to torture seemed like the first ray of warm sunshine after a harsh, cold winter. However, your mind was plagued by the horrifying actions that had been done to you, and that overpowered the relief you felt.

“He—he assau—” you tried to tell explain to her through your heart wrenching sobs, but to no avail. Even just thinking of what that horrible man had done to you made you want to curl up into a ball and cry until you couldn’t anymore.

You didn’t need to finish your sentence for Carol to understand. She understood what you were trying to say clearly, and it was enough to make her mind go into a murderous rage. If she hadn’t wanted to kill that bastard before, she definitely did after your admission. That man would not live to see another day. She’d make sure of it.

She tightened her arms around you in the hopes of bringing you some comfort. What could she possibly say or do to make you feel better? What had happened to you was beyond awful. There was nothing she could say. All she could do was offer you her support. She just prayed that it was enough.

“Shh, don’t talk. It’s okay,” she told you reassuringly. “He won’t hurt you anymore. I promise. I won’t let him.”

You nodded and buried your face deeper into her shirt, your tears staining the fabric, but she didn’t mind. She gently rubbed your back and placed another kiss to the top of your head. Yeah, there was no changing her mind. That asshole was going to meet a cruel, agonizing end.

The door to the room the two of you were in opened, and you tensed up. However, Carol shushed you and rubbed your back reassuringly. “It’s okay. It’s just Daryl.”

You hesitantly looked up, and you locked eyes with the crossbow-wielding archer. His cerulean blue eyes trailed over your face and body with a frown on his face, concern etched deeply onto his features. Daryl was one of your best friends. He would kill for you.

Similar to Carol, Daryl came to a conclusion; that man was going to die.

“Where’s he?” Carol asked him, her brows furrowed together in a deep frown.

“Bastard’s tied up and in the trunk’a Aaron’s car. He ain’t gettin’ loose anytime soon.”

Carol nodded and shifted her attention back to you. Your sobs had quieted down considerably, probably due to the fact that you didn’t want to cry in front of Daryl. “Daryl’s gonna need to pick you up. Is that okay?” she asked you in a gentle voice. You tensed at the thought, but slowly and hesitantly nodded, making the Peletier woman smile sadly. Never before had you had any problems with being carried by Daryl. The man had even given you piggy back rides before. This hesitance only further confirmed what had happened to you, angering her further, but she kept that anger at bay for the time being.

Daryl moved forward and crouched down in front of you, carefully picking you up. He instantly noticed how tense you were. “S’alright. S’jus’ me. I ain’t gon’ hurt ya, I promise.” When you nodded, he shared a look with Carol—who had stood up from her position on the ground—before determinedly walking out of the building and towards the vehicles, Carol hot on his tail.

The two of them made quick work of placing you into the truck where Siddiq was so that he could check you over as best he could until everyone was back in Alexandria. Carol gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze, a silent acknowledgement of your bravery for complying without any protest, even if you were shaken up and untrusting of men at that point, before walking off and beckoning Daryl over for a private conversation.

“You got all the information you needed from him?” she asked him, cutting straight to the chase.

Daryl shook his head. “Nah. Asshole ain’t spillin’ the beans. Gon’ need to take more drastic measures.”

“Leave that up to me.”

The tone the Peletier woman was downright terrifying, and it sent shivers up the archer’s spine. “What are ya gon’ do to him?”

Carol glanced back towards you, towards the sight of the broken shell of the bright, bubbly person you used to be. She was usually a rational person, and she always tried to think of other solutions before resorting to the worst, but she couldn’t at that moment. She only had one thing on her mind. She turned back towards Daryl. Her eyes held a determined fire beyond the irises, and when she spoke again, her voice was cold, unforgiving.

“I’m gonna make him pay for what he did to her.”

[neuroticbookworm]

Rose's Day of Asks

What are some of the shows where your hyperfixation really thrived? (I have no idea if this sentence makes sense but I hope you get what I mean)

Have a great Day💜

I opened a blank doc and put this list together 3 minutes after I received this ask 10 (yes you read that right, ten) months ago, and then I let it sit in my drafts for no reason other than making myself miserable. Anyway, I woke up today and decided to release this into the wild, for.. reasons *wink wink*

Over the years of consuming media, I've observed that there are a few key factors of said media that heavily contribute to my hyperfixation brainrot:

Smart and snappy writing

Good romance arc that convinces me to believe in the couple

Treating the miscommunication trope as the plague that it is

And with that handy lil list, let’s get into it.

The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi

I binge-read Mo Dao Zu Shi or The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation during the 2023 Holiday Season, and my brain was immediately taken hostage and was not released from its grasp for several months. I then binge-watched The Untamed with @lurkingshan during the 2024 Holiday Season and promptly lost my mind yet again. For a story that handles so many nuanced characters and their complex relationships between multiple narrative threads, it coheres so well that it almost looks easy. From the politics of the xianxia world it is set in, to the decade-and-some-long romance arc between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, every part of this story is meticulously layered. Almost every character in this show evokes complicated feelings in me, and I am not gonna stop thinking about them anytime soon.

I Cannot Reach You

I’ve never felt so connected to a show as I did with I Cannot Reach You as I was watching it. It was as if the show had a direct line to my braincells, listened to exactly what I wanted from it, and then immediately obliged. Every boy in this show is so precious to me: Yamato, who tried so damn hard to confess his feelings to his best friend, no matter how many silly BL tropes tried to stop him; Kakeru, who tackled his best friend into a hug and held him in place so he can't walk away from him without talking about his feelings; Hosaka, the closest thing to a self-insert I’ve experienced in BLs, strutting around and calling these fucking boys out on their dumbassery.

This show has no patience for frustrating, overwrought trope silliness and prioritizes rooting its characters in their humanness. When Kakeru punched Yamato for trying to play a clumsy, pining romantic hero after conveniently forgetting his confession to Kakeru and then kissing him, I damn near ascended into a higher plane.

His (2020)

Oh this movie made me cry ugly tears after a long time, y’all. This movie, at its core, is about a bunch of people who tried so hard to not hurt the people they love, but ended up hurting them in the process anyway. Shun’s quiet sadness broke me. We see Nagisa in tears multiple times in this movie, always begging for forgiveness from the loved ones in his life: Shun, Rena, and Sora. Rena trying so damn hard to not let her anger, that stemmed from the trauma of being married to a closeted gay man, impact her daughter’s relationship with her dad and his partner, got me in my fucking chest. I think about the movie’s final scene where Rena tells Shun that she doesn't know how to ride a bike, at least twice a week.

Utsukushii Kare

The chokehold this show had on me for the two days I watched it, tearing my hair out in the process of trying to figure out what Hira’s and Kiyoi’s deals were, is second to none. I was completely fascinated by Hira’s idol worship of Kiyoi, and was trying so hard to understand the flavor of frustration that I could see in Kiyoi. I tried to solve Kiyoi’s face when Hira tried to commit murder like a goddamn puzzle. I went full bulletin-board-with-red-strings insane trying to figure out the inner workings of their brain. And when I finally got to The Revelation.. the scream I SCRUMPT. What a show, what a time, what an experience.

La Pluie

Ah, La Pluie, how I love you so dearly. It was one of the first BLs I watched as it aired weekly, and I had so many thoughts about it after every episode that I joined the La Pluie Meta Tsunami on Tumblr. This show consistently gave me brainrot week after week, all the way till the finale. It took the classic romance trope of soulmates, decided to deconstruct and interrogate it with its four main characters, and executed the themes flawlessly. I am still so glad that this show stuck to the courage of its convictions. And as always, here’s the link to The Great La Pluie Meta Roundup.

Theory of Love

*unleashes an evil witch laugh*

I sing praises for this show every chance I get, and most recently I did it on the latest The Conversation podcast episode. It is in that very episode that @bengiyo had a brilliant brainwave, which led to @lurkingshan conceptualizing and launching the Theory of Love: The Romcom Rewatch project at a speed that makes me fear her powers. This show is special to me for so many reasons, including being the one that made me break out of my lurker tendencies on Tumblr. I hyperfixated on this show so hard that I started *sharing my thoughts* on the Internet.

I am hoping to write many, many words for this show in the coming weeks, so lemme wrap up by highlighting how this show stands out from the rest on this list. Theory of Love has the most flaws compared to the other shows on this list. One of my main qualms with the show is that the side couples did not add to the main theme in any way, rendering them inoffensive, but ineffective additions. And yet. And yet. This show lives and will live rent-free in my head till the inevitable heat death of the world as we know it. The growth arc of Khai is one of my all-time favorites in media, and I think about it every time I see a fictional or real-life man behave as if they are deathly allergic to change. I am so excited for the rewatch project, and I can’t wait to share the thoughts that’ll be knocked loose in my head for the next 12 weeks.

Thank you so much for the ask, @my-rose-tinted-glasses, and I hope you like my extremely overdue response <3

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Helllooooo!!! I hope you're having a good day!! 💕💜✨

Can I submit a prompt where Lloyd calls in his normally mousey assistant on one of her off days and is blown back by her casual attire? Maybe she's on her way out of hang with the girls and she's got her hottie/freekum dress/attire on.

Bonus if she is as completely I bothered as she normally is and even teases him a bit for his audacity 😈😈

I appreciate you're brain and the time you spend sharing it with us!! ☺️💕💜

Hi nonny!! So sorry this took so long, but here it is! And just as a warning, this one is a doozy and I will not be earning bonus points based on your ask.

Is getting negative points a thing?? (Because this thing went off the rails...)

Title: Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

Warnings: horrible boss Lloyd, pet name (Mouse), power imbalance, multiple threats of violence, non-con, forced oral sex (f receiving), slight dacryphilia, forced hand job (m receiving), dub-con p-in-v intercourse, vaginal creampie, forced oral sex (m receiving), oral creampie, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: I apologize to nonny who asked for something (I think) completely different. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

You’re at home getting ready to go out with the girls. It has been ages since you had a free night to let your hair down. But tonight was the night. 

You made sure to ditch the wool sweaters, drab colors, and sensible shoes that you usually wear to work. Instead, you opt for a form-fitting pinstripe dress that ends just above your knee. Large hoop earrings push through your hair and demand attention. Your feet are covered in strappy heels that are cuter than they are comfortable.

But beauty is pain, no?

Just as you are exiting your apartment and entering your car, your phone buzzes. You pull your phone from your purse and growl at the text message from your boss.

Your boss, your reason for migraine medication, the bane of your existence. Lloyd Hansen. Getting an internship with Hansen Government Service was supposed to be a summer gig to help you pay for odds and ends during your last year at college. But no, you had to go ahead and impress the CEO with your problem-solving and the way you covered your former boss’ ass one too many times. 

And now here you are, the personal assistant to this deplorable caricature of a human being. Amazing vision and dental benefits aside, you were the glorified babysitter to a sociopath with an inferiority complex. But you keep your mouth shut and your head down because you know where your bread is buttered.

The text from Lloyd is still sitting in your inbox unread one minute later when your phone starts to ring. You were hoping he would think you were asleep or something, but you remember Lloyd doesn’t observe normal business hours. And he doesn’t give a shit if you have a day off either.

“Yes, Sir,” you answer with Lloyd’s preferred moniker.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” he asks, his annoyed tone unmistakable.

“I apologize for not being available to you, Sir. What can I help you with?” you acknowledge, wanting him to get to his point of bothering you.

“Hmmm. I’m gonna ignore you being rudely polite. For now. Need you to get my dry cleaning, Mouse,” he advises, using that nickname that boils your blood.

“Sir. It’s almost 9 p.m. Are the dry cleaners still open?” you wonder aloud.

“I called them, and they agreed to re-open so that I could get my shirts. Wasn’t that nice of them? You don’t wanna keep that sweet old lady waiting this late at night, do you?” he persuades, a sinister chuckle sending a chill down your spine.

“I will pick up your shirts for you, Sir,” you question.

“Had to pull a late night at the office, but I’m leaving now. Meet me at my place, Mouse,” he replies.

“Yes, Sir,” you say, holding back the urge to scream in his ear and ending the call. 

By being at the office, he is within walking distance of the shop where his clothing is being held. 

Deep breaths. Don’t let him take your joy.

You pass your office building and veer into the small shopping center. Stepping into the shop, you realize you don’t have a ticket, but you also know that the place is staying open for only one reason.

“You here to pick up Hansen?” The old woman behind the counter smiles at you and you nod stepping over to her, “Very particular, that one. Don’t let him work you too hard, honey.” 

“Oh, thank you,” you greet, smiling when she handed over the hangers of shirts covered in plastic material, “May I just apologize for him keeping you open past your hours?”

Before you can apologize, the sweet woman comes around the counter and pats your hand.

“How long are you going to apologize for him? Just go home, honey. And good luck with that one,” she reasons, and she scoots you out of the store before you can tell her that you’re only his assistant, not his long-suffering wife.

You give up trying to explain yourself and turn around to get back in your car. With the shirts hung in the back seat, you speed until you get to Lloyd’s gated community. Pushing in the code to the outer gate, you squirm in your seat as the gate slowly opens.

Driving through streets with pretentious names, you end up at the cul-de-sac where his McMansion sits center-stage among the other Stepford homes. You park next to his vehicle in the spacious driveway, a BMW M8 Competition Convertible in Alpine White. Not a scratch on her sparkling surface.

You stuff down the urge to put a scratch on his car because he will notice it. He notices everything. And with the level of neat freak that he is, he probably would notice a single fingerprint on the car’s hood.

Walking up to the door, you see the Ring camera and press the doorbell. The porch light comes on and the door opens to reveal your boss talking on the phone with one earbud in his ear. He pauses and looks you up and down before letting you walk in around him.

“I’m gonna have to go, something just came up,” he purrs, adjusting himself in the two seconds you were looking away from him. He pulls out his earbud, ending the call and turning his attention to you, “Mouse, glad you could make it, but you didn’t have to dress up for me.”

“I didn’t. Here are your shirts. Can I help you with anything else, Sir?” you explain, holding his dry cleaning out so he can take them. 

Once he reaches out, he bypasses the shirts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him. “Maybe there is one thing you can do for me, Mouse. It is quite a big job though,” he dares, ghosting his thumb over your pulse point.

“Hmmm. Sir, I didn’t come all this way to do whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you warn, putting your hand on his chest to push him away as you feel his increased heart rate. 

His eyes are dark, with barely any blue left in the iris. You can almost feel how hungry he is for you.

“Well, I was gonna say I wouldn’t mind a blowjob from those perfect glossy lips. But I think I wanna hear your mouth moan for me while I eat that pretty pussy instead,” he admits, taking the shirts out of your hand before hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Sir! No! Put me down, you fucking psycho. What are you doing?” you demand, pounding your hands on his back and landing a harsh blow directly to his ass.

“Fuck, Mouse! Hands to yourself, or I won’t keep my hands to myself, ok?” he cautions, surprising you with a hard slap to your ass, “And you got that wrong anyway, I’m technically a sociopath, not a psychopath.”

You’re in a state of stunned silence as he walks up the grand staircase in the room and brings you into a bedroom down the hall. You don’t have time to wonder what all of the other rooms are used for as you are dumped on his bed. The silk sheets underneath you are comfortable, but they seem creepy once you think about being thrown down on top of them. Before you can scramble off of the bed, Lloyd grabs you by the hips and traps you under his weight. 

“Mouse, mouse, mouse. Why don’t you ever dress like this for me?” he breathes, his clothed erection nestled against your hip, “You wearing this for some asshole? Should call him up and tell him I got to you first.”

“Sir, please. I was just going to hang out with my girls. I promise I won’t say anything about this if you just let me go,” you whimper, your hands going to his chest again trying to push him away.

He grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed. His nose takes in your RiRi perfume as it glides along your neck. Kicking your legs open, he nestles himself in between so he can rock his hips into you. Feeling his hardening dick against your panties as your dress rides up, he groans as he feels the heat coming off of you.

“Kinda funny you want me to let you go. But I bet if I dipped a finger into that cute snatch I know you have, I would find a little honey pot full of delicious sweetness waiting for me. Shall I test that out?” he counters. Holding both wrists in one giant hand as he trails a hand down your body until it disappears between you.

You feel his bruising fingers pushing your panties out of the way to find his prize. His touch turns almost delicate as the tips of his fingers find your wet pussy; your body’s betrayal is evident in the puddle forming on your netherlips. The look in his eyes when he finds what he’s looking for is bordering on sheer joy.

“There it is, Mouse. Just like I knew it would be,” he beams, pulling two fingers coated in your essence to his mouth and sucking them clean, “Fuck. I knew it would be delicious. You’re gonna sit on my face and give me all your sweet cream.”

He rolls your body over so that you are straddling him. You debate trying to scramble off of him, but he pinches your thigh and brings you back to the task at hand. You crawl up his body and hover over his face until he locks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down over his eager mouth.

Looking down at him, he looks serene with his eyes closed as he goes to work on your sensitive folds. For a while, you feel nothing when he licks up your slit. Circling your nub with his tongue, he moans when your clit twitches. When kitten licks against your clit turn to sucking it into his mouth, you can’t restrain the urge to grab a handful of his hair.

If he wants to hear you moan pretty for him, he’s gonna need to do better than this. You grind your pussy into his tongue and sigh when he sticks his tongue directly into your hole. Fucking into you with his tongue is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

You tighten your fingers in his auburn hair, unable to hold back your orgasm for much longer. Visions of all the times he looked at you like you were a piece of meat flash before your eyes. The way all of his other assistants quit the job after short stints. And you just about gift-wrapped yourself for him tonight.

You should have never answered the phone. But it’s kind of hard to think about that now with the way your resolve is slowly slipping away. You feel the metaphorical rubber band being stretched to within an inch of its life. Until pop!

The wave of your climax washes over you like a warm blanket. Your keening whine is music to Lloyd’s ears as he holds you tighter when you try and extricate yourself from his grasp. He laps up everything you have to give him and makes obscene sucking and licking noises. Once he lets up on your pussy, he lets your weak body roll to the side on its own. You don’t notice you are crying until he licks away one tear.

He looks down at you as he wipes his mustache clean of your juices. “Every part of you tastes amazing, Mouse. Even your tears. Fuck, that’s so hot I got you crying for me,” he hums, wiping away your tears with a thumb as he lays next to your limp body.

You’re quiet as you lay in your boss’ bed, him having just defiled your body with his tongue. Not knowing what to think, your brain just replays everything trying to find where you went so wrong. Because not only was that an Earth-shattering orgasm but it was given to you by your boss. That kind of thing is frowned upon in most companies. But Lloyd is the CEO, are the rules different? You don’t have the time to keep thinking when Lloyd chimes in.

“Now, Mouse, I’m sure your brain is going a mile a minute. But let me make one thing clear: I am going to need you to come into work dressed just like this from now on. You wear something tight, something that shows off this body, something that I can pull up or down and fuck you in while we’re in the office,” he chuckles as you look over to him with tears in your eyes at your new fate, “We’ll put that into your contract. What do you think? From Personal Assistant to Fuck Toy. That’s a step up, huh?”

You say nothing, content to shed tears and wish that the Earth would open up and swallow you.

“Don’t be so gloomy. At least you got to come, unlike some of us. You can help me with that, can’t you Mouse?” he pleads, as if he didn’t just change your job title to fit your new duties. He unzips his pants, pulling out his thick length and reaching for your hand to wrap around it, “I won’t need much help. I could’ve blown in my pants like a fucking teenager when you came in my mouth.”

You wish his mouth would just fucking stop. You don’t need the commentary. You unenthusiastically jerk him off until he spills rope after rope of jizz painting your hand and his pants. At least he was right, he didn’t need much help. 

“Good fucking job, Mouse,” he gushes, throwing an arm over his brow as he catches his breath, “Can’t wait to take that cunt for a test drive but I can wait until my balls are not so fucking empty. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom.”

You rise and walk into the attached bathroom all without a single thought in your head. You use the toilet, wash your hands, and splash water on your face. You avoid the mirror like the plague.

Coming back to the bedroom, you are greeted by Lloyd lying on his side and crooking a finger at you. You swallow your spit and take a deep breath, moving to join him on the bed. 

Once there, you let him manhandle you in every position he wants. You close your eyes, wishing you were somewhere else. Until he has you on your back. He makes you stare into his eyes as he fucks you like the little puppet you are. When he takes you over the edge again, he doesn’t stop his onslaught until you beg him to stop.

But begging only drives him to go harder. Flesh slapping against flesh painfully until he pushes himself deep within you and stills. Every twitch and spurt felt inside of you like a slap to the face. You’re not on birth control and you fear asking if he is snipped but he speaks up before you can ask.

“I pay you enough to afford the morning-after pill, right?” he asks, his dick softening and sliding out of you.

Fucking asshole. The thought of murder crosses your mind more than once, but you know people might come looking for him. And the thought of having to trade in your freedom for a life behind bars makes you rethink killing this nutcase.

So, instead, you just say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Right. Good. Alright, well it’s not too late for you to go out with your friends. Don’t stay out too late, you have work in the morning. Bright and early, Mouse. I expect you to be there tomorrow,” he remarks, acting like he didn’t just use your body for his sick pleasure, “That means you’re good to go home now, Mouse. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gets off you, climbing off the bed and adjusting himself, pulling you up and escorting you to the front door. He all but pushes you out of the door into the night, as if you were trash. When you get back inside your car, your phone has tons of messages from your friends wondering where you are.

You send a mass text that you weren’t feeling well, and you needed rest. It wasn’t entirely untrue anyway. You make it back home, shedding your clothes as you walk to your bedroom. You pull back the covers and wrap yourself in warmth, willing the events of the night to just go away. But they don’t go away.

The next morning, you shower and dress like Lloyd wants. The looks of your coworkers cause heat to rise to your face. You don’t usually get this type of attention. Or any attention when you think about it. 

When you get to Lloyd’s office, he is sitting behind his desk on a call, and he waves you over. You walk around his desk and see his pants are already unbuttoned and his half-chub is sticking out. You spare yourself the embarrassment of being asked and go right to work on him with your hands. Unsurprised when he puts a hand on the back of your head, you just lower yourself and take him in your mouth.

Little does he know; your head game is strong. And within about three minutes, you have him spasming down your throat. His softening cock is sensitive as you tease him by swirling your tongue around the head. He ends his phone call and holds your face in his hands.

“What’s my soul taste like, Mouse? I’m sure you sucked it right out,” he praises, his dazed eyes focusing on you while he catches his breath.

“If you had a soul, I’m sure it would taste as bitter as your cum,” you snap, uncaring of whether or not he was offended.

“Good point. Watch that pretty mouth, though. My precious feelings might get hurt. And then you might get hurt. So, play nice, Mouse,” he cautions, lightly clapping his hand against your cheek, just hard enough to jerk you out of misbehaving.

“Yes, Sir,” you sass, putting on a fake smile and Lloyd rolls his eyes, shooing you away.

You can do what he says, doesn’t mean you have to make it easy for him in the slightest. And isn’t that the best way to get back at him? Give him everything he wants but with no enthusiasm. Of course, you know this little plan of yours won’t last long. But when you’re faced with a demon like Lloyd Hansen, you’ll take any little victory you can. As few and far between as they may be.

A/N: This got way out of hand. I don’t know what happened. Um, I’m not sorry though. Because I love this and if it ends up being just for me, then so be it.

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I love how you write rowaelin x reader and I had an idea of where rowaelin and reader have a dog(or multiple dogs cuz the more dogs the better) and they’re all just really cute. 💜

(I love all your writing btw)

a fluffy found family

Rowaelin x Reader

Warnings: none 

A/N: thank you for the request!! I love the idea of them having a pack of dogs 

Fleetfoot was still the leader of the pack, even with gray hairs spotting his muzzle. The other four ran around the garden - chasing each other, as fleetfoot let out the occasional woof. 

You sat next to him, sprawled out on a blanket, one hand lazily petting his head. You watched as one of the younger dogs cut across the yard, realizing it couldn’t run quite fast enough to catch the other, and barrelled into him, sending the other dog rolling in circles. You jumped to your feet, concern lighting your features - but he just stood back up, gave a big shake, and took off again. A huge sigh of relief left your stomach, as a warm hand laid on your shoulder. 

They were all different in size and shape, but each was as adorable as the other. According to you, and anytime someone tried to disagree - you would bite their head off for it. Nobody got to talk shit about your pups. All of them mutts, like Fleetfoot, and all ones you’d picked up off the streets. Rowan tried to put his foot down at three, but Aelin had cooed over the last puppy you snuck in - about six months ago, and he could never say no to both of you if you teamed up on him. 

“They’re still going at it,” Aelin murmured fondly from behind you, you leaned back into her, her arms wrapping around your stomach - chin propping on your shoulder. 

“It’s been a while.” 

Fleetfoot rose from his position, winding between both of your legs - knocking you off balance as he wedged himself between the two of you. This time, you stumbled backwards, ass hitting the ground. 

“Fleetfoot,” Aelin scolded him, and he turned to you - wide eyed, and trotted over to give a small lick to your cheek. 

“He didn’t mean it,” you scolded Aelin this time. 

“Picking him over me?” 

You frowned, looking down to see him, eyes gazing at you expectantly - as if he was waiting for you to say yes, obviously.

Aelin’s presence attracted the others, because they all came running back in a flood.

Your arms braced over your chin - preparing for the oncoming storm, but they all paused a foot or two away. It took you a moment to realize why. A wall of wind had gone up, separating the remaining three dogs from you. 

“Rowan,” you groaned. 

“Was I supposed to let you get mauled?” 

“They’d never maul me,” 

“Swarmed?” He corrected. 

You flopped on your back, turning enough to glare at him. Arms crossed, and green eyes lit with amusement, he stared down at you. 

“I’m mad at you now,” you weren’t - not really. The look in his eyes called your bullshit. 

The shield fell, and the dogs approached calmly this time. 

[yoonyeon0]

((Can you write about Meguro? What happens if he falls in love with someone (S/O)? What will he do to get their attention? (1) ))

Hi, that's why I read your posts... I wanted to ask when this part will be? 👆🏻🤨

By the way, thanks for writing 💋

another day, another late ask replied to ☹️ im trying my best yall, please be patient with me 😭😭 (a/n : this is lowkey kinda short…sorry..😕)

Meguro Masaki Falling In love with someone else’s S/O Hcs

let’s go!!

Meguro hasn’t and most likely won’t (if it wasn’t for you) feel love before. His heart is already mangled as well as his brain but when he’s with you, he feels a little more at ease. He feels like he’ll be okay and trust me - that’s weird coming from MEGURO MASAKI.

・・・・☆

Now, Meguro would definitely stay reserved (or at least try) and for the most part, he’ll think that you’re not dating which puts him at an advantage but he’s in for a surprise. Let’s just say for short, Meguro hates sharing. Absolutely despises it.

・・・・☆

Gets so jealous it makes others around him jealous too. He first envies your partner. Why would you choose them instead of him? He was much better in his opinion (that may or may not be right..)

・・・・☆

He then envies the fact that your in relationship even though that is the same thing that he is craving and hunting for within you. It hurts him to think that you could ‘betray’ him like that.

・・・・☆

Meguro literally does everything and anything to get your attention. He’ll first start off subtle, just asking you questions about your self until he’s litterally giving you flowers (that he found on the side of the road). He really tries to display his love to you in multiple ways, both in the ways you find normal and the ways he finds normal. He is definitely a handful.

・・・・☆

Whenever he’s around you, you literally feel his eyes burning into your eyes. His stare is intense, as if he’s claiming you right in front of everyone. So trust me, it definitely takes you for a rollercoaster when you get the tingling sensation all throughout your body; warning you of the potential danger in front of you. Bad thing that you ignored it.

・・・・☆

Now, ideally, you are supposed to fall in love with him. Leave your partner and go run away with him but obviously you don’t. You tell him that you’re already in a relationship. And he doesn’t take that for an answer at all..

・・・・☆

He definitely keeps trying. If your partner tries to interfere, he will definitely get salty. He’ll feel like you’re leaving him and he won’t want that to happen so if you use your inference skills, you can guess what he did.

・・・・☆

Now you’re devastated and absolutely dumbfounded. You���re scared and terrified. This guy you basically just turned down just killed the person you called spouse. So now what do you do? Well, try and stay away from him.

・・・・☆

But that doesn’t work out. Now that Meguro thinks that his competition is gone, his advances will be much more targeted and straightforward. He will definitely tell you he loves you and has for a long time. Probably doesn’t come out with the fact that he watches you sleep follows you around.

・・・・☆

Now eventually he’ll ask you to be his partner and he’ll EXPECT a yes. If you even mutter a no, he’ll zone out. So it’s better for you to choose the safer way than the dangerous way. You’re not trying to live fast, die young.

・・・・☆

Knowing him, he would definitely hide you away from people so that they can’t take you away from him. And the rest should be clear enough. 😘

・・・・☆

Honestly, the short version is if Meguro has his eyes on you, you’re his - no discussion needed.

how I feel after having a full req box but not answering one of em for 6 days..we won’t talk abt THAT 💜

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

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ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ| (Yes that is my name)

I'm getting a lil' emotional cz like, my page is growing?? Again, I love y'all for it and like thank you so so much and I promise to get started on atmv3 as soon as I can

I've been seeing these all around so I'm giving them a try

Might turn these into stories

There's are what the title says, plus character pairings

Online Dating AU |

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 On facetime with Miles you told him "I love you" for the first time thinking he wouldn't hear because he was playing CoD until you saw him try to physically wipe the smile of his face with it returning wider each time. He was stuttering trying to say it back after he realized you were looking directly at the screen smiling. (He was basically talking gibberish until he gave in and said it in Spanish). —Bonus, you didn't understand the Spanish so he tried saying it in English and was still stuttering so he used Spanglish—

(💜) "yo love you también- I mean tienes todo mi corazón- Yo estaba tratando de decir I love you"

(💜) Had a 3 hour long call with you two doing hair but kept going offtrack arguing which hair products were better for 4c, eventually he admitted that he just wanted to hear you talk

(💜) Drew a big ass portrait of you in Brooklyn but decided against showing you over the phone promising himself that he has to show you in person one day. It took him days to perfect with him being The Prowler and all

(💜) Visiting unknowingly, Rio caught him singing Spanish love songs to you and teased him about it.

Break up AU |

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 His friends practically begged you to speak to him because he's been out of it in studies, on the court etc. Turned into having that deep talk and you both sobbing, holding each other. Or making out who knows

(💜) "Why are you here ?" x "I didn't know where else to go"

(💜) There were multiple times where you caught each other staring, the tension wasn't anything rough or edgy though, more like unfinished business.

(💜) Both found each other getting wasted trying to forget about one another, when confronted about it y'all had that gaze set upon the other waiting to see who'd make the first move you want to. (Kinda like a Lil Tjay and Rubi Rose moment)

(💜) Made up an excuse that he came for his stuff just so he could see you. (He left them there btw)

(💜) Over the phone he had that honeyed laughter saying " Tesoro, you're not my ex if we're gonna come back to each other? Aún te amo y sé que tú también"

ִ ࣪𖤐 (Y/N) x e42 Miles Tropes

(☁️) Laughs at kids falling x Covers mouth if they do it in broad daylight (vice versa could work too)

(☁️) "I'd never let my girl out like that" — "My wife can do whatever she wants I have a glock"

(☁️) Brat x "Yell at me again and I'll give you a real reason to scream"

(☁️) "I hate my hair today" x "I really don't care. You still look beautiful and I'm trying to not kiss you senseless right now"

(☁️) "Are you making a hickey on me??" x "How else are people supposed to know what's mine?"

(☁️)"I'm nothing special" x "You're special to me"

(☁️) "I don't think I'll be able to give you what you want right now", "It's a good thing we have forever"

(☁️) "I'm so fucked up all I want is you" "I love you too"

I'm so sorry it's short, I needed something to keep my page alive, I have like 3 stories I want to write and have not started one. lol

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

[angrelysimpping]

Solitary pt 2

Yes, hello, I continue to be totally normal for 💜@rotting-ink ‘s💜 game, mhm mhm

Continuation of this

AMAB Aguilar (he/him); GN Witch/Reader (you/your); Other Prisoner/Other Origin Character (they/them)

Contents: noncon; past noncon; dubcon; DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT; fake consent; oral, reader giving; oral, reader receiving; penetrative sex, reader receiving; fingering, reader receiving; cum eating; demon contracts; power imbalances; group sex; multiple partners; co-dependence; prison sex; talked about: somno, mindbreak, choking; virginity loss

Words: 5124

How long had you been kept in solitary now? At least a few days but surly not a full week yet. 

It helped that you weren't truly alone. Aguilar had thrown you in here with another prisoner. 

Still, it was hell on earth. When you weren't being abused by the prison guard, you were forced to watch him have his way with the other prisoner. Or, worse still, he'd have you to ‘play’ together. Then he’d sit back, eyes burning into your skin as he watched and idly stroked himself until he got bored, grabbing one of you to ‘relieve’ himself.

You'd consider them a friend at this point, even if they refused to tell you their name, or to hear yours. They'd tried to explain it to you, once, how it'd make things too real for them, but they'd stumbled over their words, voice horse from having their throat fucked raw. 

It wasn't getting better. Nothing was. Every time Aguilar visited, he'd find some new way to break you both, and you could see it wearing your friend down. They'd never been a fighter, always meekly submitting to Aguilar's commands in the hopes that doing so would mean they'd earn less of the guard's ‘attentions.’ It never worked. Nothing worked. Not fighting and not submitting. It was truly useless. 

And now, they were somehow…less. Not just their body, thinning day by day on the watery gruel the prison allowed you. But less…themself. Their eyes would go blank as Aguilar manhandled them, yet tears would still streak down their cheeks. 

It…it’s more than disturbing to witness and more than once you've wondered what would have happened if they weren't here. Not only because Aguilar's full attention would have fallen on you, but also because, in a way, they were keeping you together. If it wasn't for trying to keep a strong front for them, you're sure you would've shattered by now. Would have become nothing more than an obedient pet, a broken toy, a shell of the person you were. 

You were being eroded, will ground down into nothingness. You both were. Having each other slowed the process, if ever so slightly. 

It's that thought that gives you the idea. 

He'd said it, once. Unnerving pale eyes piercing you as he'd laughed, talked about breaking you. Said how he wanted you to grind against each other while begging for his cock. The idea still makes your skin crawl, but…

They agree to it. That's all you needed. Besides, you quite like them. They're familiar to you, after this shared nightmare. It even feels…right, almost, when your mouth meets theirs. 

It breaks your heart a little how they kiss now, licking into your mouth with an eagerness. You'd been their first kiss, shared in a stolen moment of comfort. They'd been awkward, hesitant and shy as they tried to mimic how your mouth moved. Now, they kiss you the way he likes it, desperate and messy. 

Yet, they slow down, seeming to relax as you press them back against the thin cot you shared. It made a slow warmth spread through you, their arms lazily draped over your shoulders as you kissed down their jaw. They knew you, knew what they had to do, and they trusted you. They trusted you to help them, to touch them. 

It's all for show. That's it. Aguilar never lets you go too long without his torments. He'll show up soon and if you want to make this work, you have to look like you were both finally giving in. Just a trick, a way to make him let his guard down. 

But, their leg hooks around your waist, pulling you down so your body is pressed to theirs. Hips rolling up, they grind against you, making your breath hitch. 

You want to jerk back, to stop them. Remind them what this is, only an illusion. You don't. You can’t. Pressing a kiss to their throat, you sigh against their skin, “We don't have to actually-”

They cut you off, “But we could.” They grind against you again, sparks of pleasure alighting down your spine. “We could feel good for a little bit, together.”

It's a point they don't need to argue. You're more than willing to have your mind taken off the horrible situation you're in. Instead of answering them, you slot a knee between their thighs and press up against their groin. They groan, a small sound you've never heard from them before. Pleasure. Plain and simple. Not painted around the edges of pain and humiliation. Not buried in self hatred and guilt. No, not a speck of hurt. Just pleasure.  

You want to hear more. 

Hands gliding over their sides, they shiver at the gentle touch, a breathy laugh sliding past their lips. The prison tunic they wear is more a rag than clothing at this point, having had it torn from their body so many times. Still, you hesitate as you finger the hem.

“Is this okay?”

They respond by gripping the collar of their shirt, starting to pull off the tunic themself and you can't help but laugh. It's a light sound, unheard of in these walls. A noise you never thought you’d make again. 

You help them pull the tunic off, pressing a quick kiss to their cheek that travels down. Lips brush over their collar bone, press against their sternum, humming against their skin. They shiver, and you can’t help but remember that, before all of this, they were a virgin. Had they been totally inexperienced? Was this their first time with how these intimate moments could actually be? Gentle and soft? You want to shove the thought out of your head, but you can’t. You don’t want to cause them more pain in any way, not right now. You don’t want to be like him.

Carefully, you find a tender nipple, giving the often bit bud a delicate kiss. “Tell me if anything hurts?”  

They make a small sound in agreement, nodding slightly, their eyes soft as they gaze down at you. 

You take your time, keeping your knee pressed against their groin as you slowly map out their body. Hands travel over their chest, their stomach, their sides. You’ve seen each other stripped of clothing countless times now, but this is different. This is safe. Of course, they’re littered with bruises and bites. You’re sure your body bears the same marks. Aguilar seemed to delight in biting, marking, but he had his favorites. Chests, stomachs. 

Nipples. Even as you try to force him from your mind, you have to stay aware of the ways he’s hurt you both. 

Their nipples look raw, almost. Bruised. You can’t find out if they’d like them touched, if they’d gasp if you sucked one into your mouth. Maybe later, if there ever is a later, you’ll get to find that out. As it is, you give each bud a kiss before making your way down. 

In a way, you want to erase the past. Who wouldn’t, with what you’ve experienced? Each bruise and healing bite you find as you move down their stomach, you kiss. A weak effort to replace the wickedness done to them, yet it’s the only thing you can do. A baptism of sorts, along their ribs, over the curve of hip, the dip of belly button.  

You pause again when you reach the fabric of their trousers. They seem to intuit your hesitancy, quickly shucking off the ripped garment before you can even ask their permission. 

Even as warmth spreads through you, your heart aches. Their thighs are a mess. More bruises and bites, now punctuated with the crescent moons of nails that had dug into their skin, pierced the delicate flesh and drew blood. You don’t hesitate, pressing a kiss to each injury you find while your hand cups their sex. They arch into your touch, small gasps sliding past their lips. 

You’re not trying to heal yourself with these acts, each second of warm skin under your lips feels like a soothing balm to your own nerves. You can only hope it’s the same for them. 

As you kiss, you toy with their sex, movements almost lazy. They squirm against you, breathing getting louder in the small room before their warm, soft hand finds the back of your head. Looking up at them, your heart thuds painfully in your chest. Their face is hot, eyes hazy and lips parted as they pant. 

“Can…can you?” Stumbling over their own words, their nails dig into the back of your scalp as they frown, more of a pout than anything, brows knitting together. They try to find how to articulate their desires before giving up with a low whine, licking their lips before shooting you a pleading look and whispering a soft “Please?” 

You think you know what they're asking for, and you're more than happy to oblige. 

Your mouth replaces the hand on their groin. 

With all the harshness you've both endured in this cell, you opt to take your time. Each lick slow and pointed, wanting to give them the attention they truly deserved, to taste every part of them at a leisurely pace. Tongue swirling around them, they mewl, a soft, sweet sound that sends a bolt of warmth shooting through you to pool between your thighs. 

Their essence spreads over your tongue like honey, the grip on the back of your head growing tighter as they try to keep from bucking into your mouth. Head growing fuzzy from the intoxicating mixture that was their taste, their voice, their touch, you dip down to lap at their hole. 

You can’t help but smile as they jerk against you. They mutter something under their breath, something that sounds suspiciously like another plea. You lick back up from their hole slowly, tongue trailing along their slit, collecting their precum. Lips seal around their tip, you suck idly and they moan low in the back of their throat, arching off the bed. Then, you delve back down, feasting upon them, licking into their hole as if possessed. 

They squeal. Control snapping, they rut against your face, legs trembling as your tongue twists into them. The only thing that keeps their thighs from clamping around your head, crushing you in a way you’re sure would be beyond bliss, is your gentle, yet firm grip. Even though you can visibly see them losing weight due to this place; plush, warm skin spills between your fingers as you hold them back. You want to smile, to laugh, but you fight the urge. It'd break the spell they're under, you think, if you had to pause now, if you didn't keep lapping at their soft hole. 

Of course, Aguilar doesn't care about any of that as he rips you away from them, off the bed, collar of your shirt digging sharply into your throat and nearly strangling you with his force. 

“Don't think I remember saying you could play without me?” His voice is low, dangerous, pale eyes flashing as he stares you down. 

For a moment, you don't remember your plan. You don't remember that this all started as a way to make this wretched prison guard think he'd succeeded in breaking you, turning you both into nothing but mindless toys, in hopes of getting him to let his guard down. All you can think of is launching yourself at him, ripping at his face, biting at his throat, screaming and tearing and acting like the savage animal that you'd been accused of being when they'd thrown you into this hell on earth, even if it meant getting beat within an inch of your life. 

And you would. You know you're not stronger than him. You'd end up with blood filling your mouth and his cock forced into your dry hole, but it'd be worth it. 

He sees it. He sees the rage in your eyes. Gripping your chin, rough fingers burning where they meet your skin, he squeezes until your bones groan, forcing you to keep eye contact as he growls, “What do you think you're doing?”  Venom drips from his words, sliding over your skin and curling around your spine.

A small sound from the bed drags his attention from you. There they are, your friend. They're propped up on their elbows, legs still splayed open yet the soft look in their eyes is gone, replaced with a hard nervousness. “W-we missed you.” Their voice is small, thin. You almost can't hear it over the adrenaline pumping through you, but you do. And the plan comes back to you. Your own plan that you'd just about thrown away. 

Could the fury in your eyes have been mistaken for lust? The tension in your body interpreted as restrained desire? You can only hope. 

With the way you've already put the plan in jeopardy, you take a risk. You reach out, touching Aguilar. Some part of you thinks that touching him like this, fingers gently splayed along his jaw, should hurt. That his skin against yours should burn and spark and smolder. Yet, it doesn’t. For the monster he acts, he is, somehow, human. For the unaware, it might even look like a lover’s touch as you softly guide the guard to look away from the bed, to face you instead.

“We missed you” you echo, “...Sir.” 

A slow smile spreads across his face. His unnerving eyes bore into yours as you try to keep from giving away your true feelings, steeling yourself for what you have to do next. 

You kiss him. 

His tongue invades your mouth immediately, and you have to fight back the urge to choke, to try to push him or squirm away. You try to picture someone else, anyone else, even as your free hand goes to his deceptively soft, cropped, brown hair, pulling him closer still. 

He’s still kissing you as he sits on the bed. For a moment, panic blares through your body, every nerve alight as he pulls you into his lap. That panic is soothed as your friend joins you, body pressed to yours, their chest to your back, and murmuring encouragement against your skin. 

They’re a breath of fresh air amongst the suffocation that is being held by Aguilar. It’s too much. His tongue down your throat. His hands roaming your body, pulling at your clothes, your shirt up, over your head, your trousers down until you had to squirm out of them lest they were torn to shreds. His cock tenting his trousers and pressing against you. Without them, their mouth on your neck, voice in your ears, you wouldn’t be able to do this. You wouldn’t be able to fake desire, or to undo his trousers. Wouldn’t be able to palm his cock, jerk him off, working him until he was fully erect, grinding yourself against him as if you actually wanted this. 

You would break down, if it wasn’t for their hands over yours and helping you work his thick cock, their free hand sliding over your skin, fingers gently prodding at your hole before sliding inside. Aguilar swallows the gasp that leaves you as you’re fingered open. This isn’t the first time you’ve been fucked in this cell, yet this is different. Even as you wrap your arms around Agular’s broad shoulders, cling to him as he all but tongue fucks your throat, this is different. This is them, your friend. Their fingers curling inside you almost experimentally, touch soft and warm. Affectionate. They dip down, pressing kisses to your shoulder blades, your spine, before you feel the wet muscle of their tongue swipe over your hole. 

Shuddering, you break the kiss. Aguilar lets out a low chuckle, his mouth free to roam, teeth dragging over your skin and nipping at fading bruises. Yet, you don’t regret it. You groan low, deep in the back of your throat. Head lolling forward, you let your brow rest on Aguilar’s shoulder as you shift your weight to your knees, giving them better access to your hole. 

Each lick is slow, cautious. This is the first time they’ve ever really got to take their time when doing something like this. With Aguilar, it was never slow. He’d fuck your throat, your knees on the cold, hard ground and hand on the back of your head, nails digging into your scalp, keeping you from even thinking from moving back. Or, he’d command one of you to lick at the other's hole to get them ready for his cock. He never gave you enough time, and you’d both rush to try to get the other as prepared as possible. This wasn't one of those frenzied, fear fueled moments. 

Despite it all, you’re aroused. You’re actually aroused right now: full of desire and want; tension building inside you, craving a release; precum starting to bead along your slit; and it’s because of them.

Heat flutters in the pit of your stomach, and it can’t be quelled by Aguilar’s presence. Even with his teeth in your skin, with his scent filling your lungs, his cock hot and heavy in your hand: he can’t ruin this. 

Their fingers slide over your sex, collecting precum before slipping back inside your hole. Scissoring their fingers, they stretch you out. Their tongue slips into you, and a tiny whine slips from your lips. You can feel the rumble of Aguilar’s laugh at the pathetic sound, something you’re sure you’ve never made before in this room. It makes you falter, hand pausing in stoking Aguilar’s cock.     

“Getting distracted by your friend, pretty thing?” He coos, voice thick, syrupy and full of rot as you struggle to remain focused. “Finally learned how to use their sweet tongue, huh?” His voice is nearly a purr, one that grates against your bones. “You help them with that? Practicing for me?”

You want to kiss him again, purely so you have the chance to bite his tongue right out of his mouth. As it is, you just nod weakly, feeding into the lie.  Rolling the pad of your thumb over his tip, you collect the thick precum leaking from his slit. You resume moving your hand, now slicked up even more with his own fluids. Even though you want this over with as quickly as possible, it’ll go easier this way. 

Yet, it’s still all too soon before he’s shoving your friend away, guiding his cock to your entrance. You don't let him bully the thing into you, instead sinking down his length yourself even as it forces the air from your lungs in a harsh gasp. The grin he gives you makes your stomach twist, hands on your hips giving you an almost teasing squeeze before you start to move.

In this cell, there are no first. You’ve ridden him before. It’s one of his favorite things to do, force you to fuck yourself on his cock. He seemed to enjoy it more when you struggled. When your friend, inexperienced as they were in sexual matters, ended up collapsing against him, thighs shaking and unable to support their own weight? He’d laughed, grabbed their hips hard enough to bruise before fucking up into them. When your body ached from the abuse he’d just put you through and left you too exhausted to ride him properly? He’d teased that he was just too big, that you’d forgotten how to be a good toy, before lifting you up and dropping you on his cock until you’d made yourself move again to avoid the organ bruising treatment.

With how many times you’ve had to ride him, bounce yourself on his cock until he filled you up and tossed you aside, you still struggle to find a rhythm. Infuriatingly, it was partially because he was right. He was big, pressing against your insides in ways you hated. That is, ways that were pleasurable. You didn’t want him to bring you pleasure, didn’t want to cum on his cock, yet trying to angle yourself so his dick wouldn’t hit those spots inside you seemed impossible. But, also, you were weak. Kept in this cell, fed poor food. It was all designed to keep you from trying to escape but had the added detriment of leaving you sapped of strength. And it was strength you needed to move yourself in any way that would make this horrid situation end.

Aguilar doesn’t mind, though. Smug grin stretched across his face as those eyes you loathed took in your struggles. No, he seems content to watch you. Or, almost content.

His eyes leave you, and he reaches out to the other prisoner, beckoning them closer. “Come here.” It’s a command they could only obey. 

The moment they’re within reach, he grabs them, yanking them into a bruising kiss. You swear you can hear their teeth click against his with the force of his kiss. His hand snakes between their legs, toying with their sex before searching out their hole. They yelp into his mouth as two fingers are thrust into them without warning, and he breaks the kiss with a laugh. “Fuck yourself on my fingers and pretend it’s my cock, sweetheart.” The way he says ‘sweetheart’ makes your skin prickle, bile rising in your throat. 

Without thinking, you cup his face in your hands.

You see the anger flash in his eyes as you turn him towards you, but you try your best to distract him, to keep him from tormenting them.

“P-Please,” you gasp, chagrined by how you stutter when the fat head of his cock hits a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. But, it helps with what you want, so you let out a breathy sigh, hoping he can’t tell how much of what you’re doing is a performance, a lie. Leaning in closer to his face, you press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Please, Sir. Don’t look a-away.” You feel his lips twitch into a smile under yours. His cock drags against your insides, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. With another half faked, low whine, you prepare yourself to have to endure his gaze. You lean back, stomach twisting as you look into pale eyes. “Please?”

“Aw,” he coos, leaning in to recapture the space you'd created, lips brushing against your as he speaks. “Desperate for attention now, pretty?” 

You hate yourself, but you nod. “Y-Yes.”

“Yes,’ what?” There’s a teasing lit in his voice that’s made vile by the mocking light in his eyes.

“Yes, S-Sir.”

He laughs, the same cold, malicious laugh he always gave. 

It's hard, with him watching you. Before ever entering this cell, you would try to keep his eyes from landing on you. A predatory gaze that made every nerve in your body light up, screaming at you to run and hide or bare your teeth and fight. Now, you can do neither. You keep holding his face, humping his cock, hoping to get him off before he loses interest and returns to torturing your friend.

Your friend…who’s riding his fingers right next to you. You can’t help it as your eyes drift towards them. The way their muscles flex as they move, the sounds that escape them as the squirm on thick, cruel fingers. Their hole, stretched open, sloppy and lewd noises created with each cant of their hips. And their mouth. Lips parted, panting, chest heaving. Their eyes meet yours and for a moment, it feels like just the two of you again. 

It’s not a conscious thought. You reach out to them, and they arch into your touch. You don’t even have to guide them to your mouth as they lean in, capturing your lips with theirs. They moan, low and sweet, into your mouth, shuddering on Aguilar’s fingers as they cum. You can just hear the guard swear under his breath as his cock twitches harshly inside you. 

You’re jerked out of your daze as Aguilar fingers your sex, the same fingers that your friend had been humping only moments ago. Hips stuttering, your orgasm crashes over you abruptly. There's no dignity left to throw away, so you press your forehead to his shoulder as your body clenches around him. His fingers keep crudely toying with you, the hand on your hip squeezing hard enough to bruise, as he starts to fuck into your twitching body. 

When he finally cums, you have to fight from breathing a sigh of relief. Yet, the ordeal isn’t over. 

Aguilar rolls from his sitting position on the cot, pinning you underneath him and dragging your friend to lay next to you. Idly, you wonder if the cot could take the weight of three people, how it managed to remain standing though this new round of abuse, as he slides out of you. The thought is chased from your head as a hand swipes down your front, over your sex, and fingers press into your sore hole. You gasp, arching off the bed on instinct as those calloused fingers curl inside you. 

There’s no time to fully process what's happening before the fingers retreat. Aguilar holds his hand out to the other prisoner expectantly, digits glistening with a mixture of your cum and his. Obediently, they lean in, taking his fingers into their mouth. 

Something in your brain fizzles at the sight. Their lips wrapped around his fingers, down to the third knuckle. Their eyes lock on yours before sliding closed and humming as if having a delicious treat. They pull back slow, pink tongue flicking out to lick the tips of his fingers. 

He grips the back of their head, pulling them into a messy, open mouthed kiss. Even if you could look away, you don’t, watching as their tongues intertwined. 

So entranced, you don’t realize the hand swiping back over your body until those achingly probing fingers are delving you again. You’re more prepared for it this time, though, biting your bottom lip and only squirming a little as your abused hole is invaded yet again. 

This time, his hand is offered to you. 

You mirror what your friend did before you, taking his fingers into your mouth. Tongue swirling over the digits, you clean them of the mixed fluids. Once he pulls his fingers from your mouth, you’re treated to the same kiss. It’s nauseating, kissing this man, but you let him, trying to act as if you want him. 

Finally, when he’s done, he stands. You both stay on the cot as he fixes himself. The smile he gives you is almost drunk off your combined submission before he swaggers from his cell.

And now, the moment of truth. If this fails, you might find another way to make the plan work. To maybe move to a better cell, though your loath to leave your friend now. Maybe make him think it’d be okay to keep the key on him, or maybe even lure him into spending the night stretched out between you on the cramped cot.

A shudder wracks your body at the thought, sleeping next to Aguilar. You’re sure you’d wake up with his cock rutting between your thighs, hands gripping your hips, bruises blooming across your skin as he kept your legs pressed together to create pressure on his dick. If he didn’t just wake you up by fucking into your hole, fingers in your mouth to keep you from crying out too loud and an arm around your throat to subdue any half awake urge to fight. 

And what would happen to your fellow prisoner, your friend? You don’t want to think about it, but your brain doesn’t listen. The thought of waking to them getting violated makes your soul ache. Aguilar manhandling them until they were sitting on his face, forcing them to suck him off as they ate them out until they cried. Or worse, making them lay against you, fucking into them as they shuddered and sobbed into your chest. Holding them while having to touch him, having to continue the charade that you both wanted him.

No. No, you can’t wait. Not any more, not any longer. This had to work. If this didn’t work, if there wasn’t some give, you’d crumble. You can feel it, the fringes of your soul fraying, threads ready to unravel at the slightest tug. 

As Aguilar leaves, you hear it.

The cell door latches. 

Heart sinking, you slide from the bed, crawl across the cold floor. Sitting back on your heels, you look up at the handle. The dark of the room feels heavy, oppressive and thick. If you didn't know any better, you'd think there was another person in the small cell with you. Closing your eyes, you lean forward against the worn wood. 

“Please,” you mutter, “let this work. I'll do anything. Give anything. Please.”

“Both of us,” their voice says from the cot. You start, unaware they could hear you. When you look over your shoulder, they're staring at the darkness in front of you. “Both of us will.”

Waiting until you can no longer hear his footsteps, you reach up, trying the handle.

It’s ice cold, burning against your skin. And solid, refusing to unlatch, for Aguilar to have not locked it properly in his overconfident, cocky state. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you will it to move. “Anything,” you repeat to the door, to the darkness, to whatever would listen to your despair. “Everything.” You try to open the door again.

The knob turns in your hand.

You don’t dare question it, urging your friend up from the bed. Dressing in a hurry, hands shaking, you almost can’t believe what’s happening. But, you don’t care, either.

It’s happening. Despite the slim probability, the plan worked. Or, something worked. The door was unlocked and you’re able to slip out. Together, you make your way through the prison. It’s almost too easy, as if something is helping you along the way. But, you won’t look too hard at gift like this. 

Out, free from the prison, in the cool night air, you laugh, hugging your friend as they finally, finally, mutter their name in your ear. Spinning them around, you tell them your name in turn, before giving them a quick kiss. 

Everything feels right in the world as they pull you against them, making the kiss last longer, deeper. Right, even if you do think, for a moment, a pair of silver eyes watch you while something that feels like power swelling inside you.

You'll have time to figure everything out. You both will. Together. 

[rainbowxspooky]

💜🕸juri x chun li✨️💙 [headcannons]

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you guys thought i was done?! (yeah, well so did i) this was actually requested by sm1 in a server i'm in!

upon seeing this request, i thought "oh how could i refuseeeee"😏

"But tempura, i thought you shipped juri x falke-" shhhhhhh- shush reader. i can have multiple ships :3

but i'm dragging the intro, i tried to make this take place BEFORE sf6, soooo chun li isn't retired yet and juri...well she's still a jackass who hates shadaloo's guts :3

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°ah yes...who doesn't love a good romantic story of a good girl and a bad girl?...chun li, that's who.😒

°when it comes to chun li's feelings towards juri...she's mainly conflicted due to the fact that juri is a FUCKING CRIMINAL-

°Plus, she's still has to keep an eye on juri in case she does anything suspicious.

°...although, chun li does find juri's antics amusing...cute even.

°still, she finds juri's "bad girl" persona annoying.💢

°chun li hasn't lost hope in juri tho! She would still try and push juri to do the right thing. [Even though 9/10 juri doesn't want to-]

°Maybe juri could turn a new leaf and focus on healing and moving forward! [Instead of the whole...revenge thing😒]

°as for how juri feelings about chun li...I mean, she totally doesn't find chun li super hot and out of her league.

°seriously guys? THE juri han? Like some pushy, goody two-shoes cop?! Hah! That would be ridiculous...

°...ridiculously true. 😏

°don't get the wrong idea tho! Juri has a reputation and a guard to keep! she can't let anyone get her!...even if it's someone as gorgeous as chun li.

°juri and chun li would have a "enemies to lovers" thing going on, soo expect these two to bicker...like- a LOT!

°whether it'd be over their morals or who would pay for the check at that one ramen place, they would butt heads most of the time

°juri and chun li would also spar against each other from time to time

°and by "spar" i mean throwing out flirty comments instead of punches and kicks

°petnames...hmm🧐

°chun li would call juri "dear" or "hun" from time to time. Juri on the other hand would use a mix of nicknames, like "prim and prissy a-hole" or "babe"

°don't ask why juri uses those "nicknames" she's still figuring that out for herself.

°if chun li had any trouble taking someone down during her job, juri would swoop in and help chun li kick their ass!

°how did juri know that chun li needed help? don't get it twisted😒 it's not like juri is ACTIVELY looking after chun li.

°juri was just bored and just so happen to see her darling crush in a little bit of trouble. It'd be a shame if something happened to her.😏

°and the only one allowed to cause chun li trouble is juri-freaking-han herself!

°juri would also crash at chun li's place whenever she isn't on her revenge quest for taking down shadaloo.

°surprisingly, chun li doesn't mind having juri over! she just wish that juri would clean up after herself and not binge netfilx 20/7

°when they AREN'T in a game of cat and mouse, juri and chun li would occasionally hangout in the small china town in metro city.

°chun li definitely drags juri to her favorite sweet stand with all her favorite crepes and cakes!

°normally juri would find sweet things gross and obnoxious, but seeing how chun li's eyes light up at the pastries would definitely make her...affectionate?

°juri still isn't good with feelings but that would probably be the word she'd use to describe how she would feel.

°speaking of feelings, chun li would try and get juri to open up more.

°sometimes it works...sometimes it doesn't

°even though juri comes off as cold and sadistic, that's not what chun li sees... Instead, chun li sees a small girl who lost everything thanks to shadaloo.

°this would definitely make chun li see herself in juri [due to similarities in their past]

°...BUT THAT'S ENOUGH OF THE SAPPY STUFF-

°chun li would somewhat trust juri with her hair.

°juri would try and tie chun li's oxhorns into the little horns she has in her hair.

°remember in my last fic where I mentioned that juri would DESPISE pda? Yeahhhh that applies to this as well.

°juri still hates pda...hell, she probably hate it more than bison himself.

°but when it comes to chun li, she'll cling to her ANY chance she gets! [not in public tho, she doesn't want to look like a softy]

°juri mightttt be a little possessive over chun li at times.

°anytime she sees someone get too close to chun li, she'll glare at them until they back off.

°chun li would catch on to this, while juri would deny having anything to do with making that person sweat bullets and scurry off like an idiot

°juri may not show it but chun li is hers and hers alone! She'll be damned if she has to share the love of her life!!💢

°even though they have their differences, juri and chun li would enjoy each other's company .

°maybe...just maybe chun li doesn't find juri han that bad after all...she just needs to not be a complete menace to society. ('-_-)

[What's this? Another fic written at 3:00 AM IN THE MORNING?!...eh, it is what it is. I'm still new to this whole fic thing but if there's any mistakes or anything out of character...i apologize 🥲 But I hope u guys enjoyed my hcs of another girlboss and the same girlfailure]

[mimastuff]

Just read your rottmnt reacting to their S/O’s death. Amazing writing btw, but I was wondering if you could do a continuation of it actually being a nightmare, and how would the turtles react to see them alive and well.

Thank you for the request!! I really enjoyed writing this one :) I was literally thinking of making a part 2 but yeah this was better than I imagined <3

Nightmare fuel ( pt2 to last post!)

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Don 💜

- as he woke up with a stir he found his body covered in a cold sweat

- He sat up with a sleepy yawn

- The events of his dream replayed in his head.

- He never gets , dreams that bad .

- Hell even nightmares.

- Wait

- Where were you ?

- He could recall falling asleep with you in his arms in your room

- Where are you ? Was his dream real ? Did he really lose-

- his thoughts stopped as you walked into your apartment bedroom

- His heart ached as you looked at him confused

- The confusion turned into mother bear mode as he ran out of bed to hug you

- He never really liked physical affection

- That was until you stepped into his life

- You hugged him back as you heard light sobs from him

The feeling of his grip tightening made your heart sink. You cradled his head in your arms and rubbed his arms. “I-I thought I lost you.. I thought you died…” your heart physically hurt for him as he cried once more into your neck. “Hey shhhh , your okay , I’m ok Donnie. I’m not dead. It was just a dream , I could never leave you~” your coos seemed to calm him down a little. He was still hugging you as he explained the dream. He explained how he killed you. How it was his fault. “Dee , baby, look at me” you saw him raise his tired head to look at you. Hands still gripped on your hips. “It was not your fault. It was not real. You tried to save me , and to be honest you already have. Multiple times. Ok? You have saved me without even knowing it. Just you being here for me is enough. Your so sweet to me and I can promise you I’m not mad. If anything I’m proud of you. I’m proud you have told me about the nightmare. And I’m proud of who you are as a person. Your everything I need Donnie , don’t you forget that.” Donnie’s sobbing started again. But for a different reason. He has never been called those words before. And he has suddenly been reminded of why he loves you. He steps back and gets into bed with his arms open for you to snuggle into. You both fall asleep happy and tired. Both grateful for each others warmth and existence.

Leo💙

- As he woke up choking for air tears seemed to be streaming down his face.

- his head was spinning

- he felst as though he was going to pass out.

- His groggy yawns broke the ever increasing silence in his room.

- He felt so sick and so numb at the same time

- He mentally prepared himself for another day of mourning his love

- You had died a couple weeks back and things have not been the same

- He hardly sees his brothers , crying at almost every reminder of your presence

- He felt tears build up in his eyes again as his chest tightened at the sound of light foot steps outside his bedroom door.

- He wiped his eyes as his head turned to the door opening

- “Raph, is that you?”

- The figure made its way to his sleepy body

- “Horrified that you would think that your love of you life looks like raph”

- His heart stopped.

“Y/N , is that you babe?” His voice broke and tears threatened to fall from his eyes. You instantly recognised the pain in his tone and say on the bed beside him. “Yes it’s me? Are you ok love , do I need to call Donnie in ? Omg ! Your crying. Heyy shh come here” As you pulled him into a hug you could hear his slight sobs. He pulled you onto his lap so he could hug you better. You turned to the blue lamp that lay on the table next to your bed.

“What happened?” His sniffles made your heart sink into your feet. “I had a horrible dream that you died. That dream, man it felt so real. But your here! And I’m ok now I promise :)” you laid your head on top of his as you stroked his shell. “Baby, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere, ok ? I could never leave you.” His crying eventually stopped. They soon turned into snores as you got off his lap so he could spoon you. Your heart filled with worry , you fell asleep in his arms. Safe and sound.

Raph ❤️

- he slowly opened his eyes to see a small sleeping figure laying next to him

- His heart hurt and ached for you

- He really felt the dream was real

- He soon began to feel a sence of overwhelming gratefulness for you

- The way you always cared for his needs

- The way you patched him up when he insisted he could do it himself

- He loves you because you don’t care what he looks like

- You love him for who he is

- And he almost lost that.

- He almost lost the light that makes up his live

- He almost the the soul reason he has kept going

- You put him on the right track

- No one , not even him, could do that.

- He who is ever so strong could never lift someone like him in his arms and lift him to a world where he is loved and care for

- But you did.

- He felt tear build up as all the memories of you two together replayed like a record in his head

- One by one , each memory making him feel all kinds of emotions.

- He was prideful and he felt so proud of you

- The tears pouring from his eyes and slight sniffles stirred you awake

- Your eyes opened to a emotional raph

“Raphie , baby , are you okay?” You touched the side of his cheek and wiped away his stray tears. You felt an overwhelming hand come to grab you by the waist and pull you onto his lap. “Justa bad dream , look I just wanted to say how much I love you. Y/N you really mean the world to me. And in my dream I lost the one thing that makes me want to live. You. You’re my light Y/N. I have never felt this way about anyone before *sniffle sniffle* I love you and your so cool and amazing to me and …” he broke down in tears again at the thought of losing you and not being able to live himself anymore. “Shhh it’s okay raph. I love you too so so much. And if it ever feels like I don’t , I’m so sorry. You’re the reason I’m actually alive right now. You have helped me so much, in many ways . Some of which you don’t even know about. *you wipe his tears again and rub his cheek slightly*” Raphael swore his heart grew that night. You both hugged each other as you fell asleep with a smile on your faces. You couldn’t live without each other. And that was how it was meant to be.

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I hope you like this one !! The turtles are always a fav to write for <33 thanks for the request , keep em coming !! 😚

[awritersstuff]

Hey it’s me again 👋🏾

How are you? I hope you’re doing ok.

Can you do Brat-taming with Ryu from mighty warriors?

No.18- Brat - taming !

Ryu x yn-18+

Ryu is a calm guy . A man of few words . He will let you do anything, as long as you are happy it doesn't matter if anybody gets hurt (except you or the mighty warriors) but like every human, Ryu also has his limits of patience and sometimes you just cross his limits and at those times Ryu is not afraid to punish you and remind you your place . Just like right now.

Ryu has you on his lap as he is sitting on the edge of the bed , you have tried multiple to shuffle away from his lap , but he is too strong. Whenever you try to wiggle away he drags you back and harshly spanks your ass . "You like being punished, don't you." Ryu says he caressing the soft skin of your ass , "N-no , Ryu i-i - " you try to speak between sobs but Ryu cuts you off with another sharp spank as he says " Yes , you do baby, you like when I fuck you stupid and call you a slut don't you, my slut ."

Thanks for reading 😊

Byeee 💜