#AND YET. if i see muscles and shit i still feel nothing. RIGHT up until its clearly hieis. its so funny to me

[rouge-the-bat]

me when i see a shirtless guy with a toned body:

me when the shirtless toned guy is hiei:

[unriding]

KINKTOBER DAY 7 — SUCCUBUS. sakura haruka x f!succubus! reader ﾉ there’s no better way to lose your virginity than to a succubus, right? do those even exist? he was skeptical of it before he finally met you.

contains — aphrodisiacs, creampie, loss of virginity (reader & sakura), technically starts off as dubcon but -> consensual

Sakura has never heard of succubi.

At least, not until he overheard Nirei and Suo talking about them. That’s what you are, right? It has to be. Those two must have done something that resulted in you being here. His door doesn’t have a lock, but he’s certain he would have picked up on the noise if someone had actually broken in.

You were too quiet coming in, so he concludes that it’s impossible for you to be a regular… human. He wasn’t able to sense a single sound until you started grinding against his cock.

The wings and the tail are a dead giveaway. You smile down at him, the heart tipped tail slowly trailing up his cheek before he suddenly grabs it- and he hears you yelp loudly.

Oh.

So succubi can feel pain?

At least he knows one thing now. The other thing he’s certain of is that his face has never felt this hot in his entire life.

You’re looking at him expectantly now. Arms crossed, brows deeply furrowed– and… his eyes follow your own until they finally land on your tail. The tail that’s still in his fist.

Oops.

“S-sorry.” He doesn’t even know why he bothers apologizing. You’re an intruder in his house, aren’t you?

“Dumb boy.” You huff, and his brow twitches. “I-I don’t even know what you are!” He’s surprised he can manage to say that much in his current state. He can’t even act flustered with how fast you were able to get on his nerves- but he thinks you’re… pretty at the very least.

A brat, but still a pretty one. His cheeks heat up a little more.

“What.. what are you doing in my house?”

You give him a look. “You don’t know what I am?” Sakura opens his mouth to respond, but it looks like he’s struck a nerve, because you’re leaning down to straddle his waist and press your chest against his own.

“I’m a succubus. Can’t you feel it? You’re supposed to. What’s wrong with you? Here.” You lick a long stripe up his neck, and he chokes out a groan. “So you do work. Saliva from a succubus acts as an aphrodisiac, you know.”

“I would’ve been so mad at you if you felt nothing.” Your cheek puffs out a bit, and every muscle of his body is frozen in place. “So? What do you think? Aren’t I cute?”

“Y-y-you’re making me feel weird!” Sakura thinks that if swirly eyes were a thing, he definitely has them right now. The lick you gave him is making him dizzy— his whole body is starting to feel hot now.

Is this the aphrodisiac, or is it just you? His cock is standing up all on its own, and it's aching so bad. He can feel it start to throb against his pants. What in the world were you doing to him?

“Weird? You’re so rude.”

Oh, you’re frowning now. He didn’t mean to make you frown. “Stop looking at me like that!” He wonders if he’s making it worse for himself, but he doesn’t want you to leave just yet. “Wait— ”

He decides on grabbing your waist before you choose to leave— accidentally pulling you right down on his bulge, and you gasp loudly. “S-shit,” he grits his teeth, “‘S sensitive–”

“Ah… so you do like me?” Your tail sways back and forth in the air. “I’ll make you feel really good if you do! I don’t have a lot of experience.. you see..”

“I…. I— guess so.” The red dusting the tips of his ears is visible even in the dark, and he averts his gaze to the wall beside him. “You don’t have to leave...”

“Oh,” you’re right in front of his face the next second, and he sucks in a sharp breath. “That makes me so happy, Haruka. I love you..!”

Your lips latch onto his own before he can even comment on the fact that you’ve used his first name. His first thought is that your lips feel good against his own. Feels hot— feels nice. He feels something foreign course through his whole body– and he wants more.

The hands around your waist move to the back of your head. You taste good– you’re an inexperienced succubus, right? He’s so glad you are. It makes him feel a little less overwhelmed with it all.

He’s moving you onto your back before you even realize it– not until you feel his cock prodding at your hole. “Are you feeling good?” Your chest rises up and down in small gasps, and he thinks ‘good’ is a bit of an understatement. “But.. you’re supposed to sit back! I’m supposed to do it– ah…”

It feels good when he rubs his tip up and down your folds too. Was your slick also a natural aphrodisiac? He wants to test it- wants to be inside already. It looks like you can tell too, because you’re grabbing his cock to line it up the next second. “Hurry– Haruka. I love you. I love you lots because you think I’m cute. So I need you inside already. Please?”

You’re making him feel so weird.

He’s clenching his jaw– was it normal to want someone close to him this badly? He feels an odd connection with you. It feels nothing short of perfect when he finally pushes inside- and fuck- your slick has to be an aphrodisiac too. It feels too good for his mind to even comprehend.

He doesn’t know much about succubi. Can he keep you? Will you be his forever? He doesn’t want this to end.

Your moans sound so sweet in his ears. He can’t help but move a little faster, slam into you a little harder. He wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel.

It’s over for him as soon as you latch onto him, arms squeezing around his frame and you flutter the little wings on your back. Do you do that when you’re close?

He wants to learn more about you. Sakura returns your embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he sets a rougher pace against you. It all feels too good- you're so close to him, and he’s reaching so deep inside you– it’s so warm.

He cums with a loud growl, and you tighten your embrace around him when you feel it— feel him shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside you— filling you up until you’re nothing but a panting mess.

“Haruka..” you murmur, walls still fluttering around his length- and he hisses at the sensitivity. “You’re so nice. I wanna stay here forever.”

“Can I stay?”

His brows furrow. You really are weird.

“I.. guess. I wouldn’t mind.. or anything.”

[cheollipop]

Ok hear me out - soft/pleasure dom!san 👀 like body worship, praise, the whole 9 yards. It just feels like he’d be so natural at it like if it’s his partners first time he’d be so sweet and checking in and all the things to make sure his love is comfortable and feeling good y’know?

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 0.72k

tags: smut, fluff, reader's first time

rating: mature

⁂ A/N: yes anon. god you're so right. 

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

“Bare with me,” San whispered at the uncomfortable shift of your hips beneath him, his voice taut as he finally settled within you, your walls enclosed around his throbbing length and squeezing until his eyes threatened to roll back. 

Suppressing a groan, he peered back at your grimacing features, his thumb delicately running over your cheekbone. “Is it too much?”

You looked up at him — a sheen of sweat coating his forehead and clutching a few strands of his hair, eyes seemingly struggling to remain open as he basked in your overwhelming warmth. You watched the worry clinging to San’s expression melting away upon seeing your head shake as a response.

“Just–” you cut yourself off to shift your hips once again, eyebrows furrowing while you attempted to get comfortable. “Don’t move just yet.”

San smiled, leaning down to peck your lips. “Tell me when.”

Warm, you thought, while running your palms over San’s shoulders and down his spine to rest around his waist. Warm, as his lips met yours in a tender kiss, like two dancers sashaying to an unuttered melody. His arms enveloped your body, fingers wrapping around your nape with the other hand at your waist, mouth parting to deepen the kiss and seek more of your taste. 

Squeezing around San’s cock, you felt the vibration of his groan on your lips, cursing as he pulled himself away from you. Feline eyes took you in from above, lust dripping off his gaze as rough palms ran over your body — lightly gripping your breasts and trapping your nipple between this pointer and middle fingers before dragging them down to your core, thumb pressing into your clit until your hips jumped into his touch. He moved the two fingers down to either side of his cock, locking them around the base to graze your pussy, stretched nice and wide around him.

“So good for me,” desperation flooded his tone, eyes locked at the dizzying sight of your cunt swallowing his cock whole. 

“San,” you almost purred, voice breaking when San’s hips bucked into you.

“Fuck— ‘m sorry, sorry, jagi. Shit, I– you feel so fucking good.” 

You watched as he stumbled over his words, clearly flustered from the mere utterance of his name. You almost felt bad for him, his cock throbbing uncontrollably within you, sitting thick and heavy between your walls when he so clearly wanted nothing more than to fuck you full of his cum. And yet he remained torturously still, gaze attentive to all minute changes in your expression, determined to provide yet another memorable ‘first’ for his most beloved. A woman who’d entrapped his yearning heart for so long, now finally within his arms, taking his cock so well; San almost pinched himself. He wanted you all to himself. So full of him you’d forget what it felt like to live without his touch. He wished nothing more than to claim all your ‘firsts’, to take you in any way you’d let him, until your body shivered beneath his touch yet continued to seek it out, until you were all out of orgasms, until you knew nothing but the recitation of his name.

He sensed your thighs tensing around him, dragging him out of his daydreams, and he slowly descended over you until your chests laid flush. He stared at you for a moment before speaking, “Did I hurt you?”

Guilt-riddled features studied yours, gentle fingers digging into the muscles at your hips. Except your face was lax, lips parted, chapped and coated in spit where you continuously nibbled on the skin, slightly shivering under his warm touch. You shook your head, wildfires igniting under your skin where his nipples rubbed against yours. San’s fingers halted their ministrations when your thighs tightened around his hips and pulled, a breathy moan drawn out of you at the heavenly drag of San’s cock, shoved deep inside your cunt.

“I’m ready, Sannie,” you panted, hands clasped tightly around his biceps and pleading eyes begging him to move.

“Baby, wait– are you sure? Let’s take it slow—”

“We’ll take it slow, just move. Please, San.” Cupping his jaw, you ran your thumb over San’s heated cheek, studying the fleet shift in his expression — eyes darkening, jaw locking tight beneath your palm, and the telltale throb between your legs — at the muttered words that followed, “make me yours.”

[anathemaspeaks]

Fluff prompts 4 and 28 please with Bakugo 💥❤️

"you're blushing" "am not!"

"because i'm in love with you, dumbass"

check out my prompt list and request stuff <3

bakugou katsuki always gets what he wants.

but what happens when it's you that he wants?

you had been his (self-proclaimed) best friend ever since the both of you were five years old. front teeth still not fully grown, but a wide gummy grin on your face, you told him you would be best friends forever.

you had grabbed his arm and dragged him to the playground right after that, his mouth comically hanging open at how you said that, two minutes after meeting him. i mean, you were basically asking for a death sentence.

but he didn't know whether he was more shocked about your actions, or the fact that he hadn't yelled your head off yet.

then again, you had always been special to him.

you were the only one who could get him to calm down, almost instantly - a talent for which mitsuki called you her personal blessing. one hand on his shoulder, one whisper, and he was at your mercy. he was whipped before either of you even knew it.

(except mitsuki, though. she saw it coming miles away.)

bakugou has known he's loved you since the day you showed up to his house, soaked from head to toe because of the rain. why? because he said he 'wasn't feeling too good' and doesn't think he can hang out today.

god, he thought his heart would beat right out of his chest at the sight of you - he felt like he was melting. you were too sweet for your own good. you made his stoic, harsh composure mellow down into the bakugou only you ever got to see.

of course, he did yell at you for ten minutes for being "so fuckin' stupid n' reckless," but the poorly concealed smile on his face and the worry etched onto his handsome face told you enough about how he truly felt about the situation.

that was when he knew he just couldn't ignore it anymore. he loved you. more than he thought his little explosive heart was capable of. and mentally, he didn't give a shit about how you felt.

you were his girl since day one. you just didn't know it yet.

being katsuki's best friend also meant you could see he had a clear soft spot for you - one which you couldn't help but fall in love with yourself. it came with looking at his actions rather than his words, because he said a lot of words.

it was in the way he would complain about you being an idiot for not bringing a sweater, and still give you his own jacket every time it was cold, the way he would act like it was a problem to help you with your homework, but he would stay up until two in the morning just to help you - even baking for you or cooking to help you sometimes, and tucking you in when you fell asleep on your books.

(never in a million years would he admit it, but he would stare at you until he lost track of time when you would doze off. he may or may not have kissed your forehead once, too.)

it's no surprise you end up going everywhere and doing everything together - like bakugou would ever let you out of his sight. you were basically attached at the hip. for safety reasons, obviously.

that's what he told you, at least.

but how do you end up here?

you were sparring with bakugou less than a moment ago, explosions firing off into the air which crackled with fire and the smell of burnt caramel. a routine of yours for a long time now.

sweat dripping down both of your bodies, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and determination as you both sent blow after blow, short pants escaping the both of you as your muscles strained with every movement, fighting to defeat the other.

and then you trip on nothing, comically waving your hands in the air as you fall down and bring katsuki down with you, landing oh so gracefully on top of him with a loud thud, and a surprised grunt from him.

you stay in that position for a moment to get your bearings, before propping yourself up on your hands to see if he was okay. totally not to check out his muscles in the compression shirt he chose to wear today, and the adorable little grumpy pout on his face.

but you might've ended up looking too long, because-

"oi, 's there somthin' on my face, shitty woman?" he grumbled, averting his gaze from yours, strong arms still wrapped around you.

but you couldn't help it. you'd seen him from up close before, but never in a position like this. it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild, being able to look at all his breathtaking features from so near. with you on top of him, nonetheless.

the implications had your heart racing.

"i asked you a question, dumbass" he repeated as his eyes looked at you again, his crimson gaze scrutinizing you as his nose adorably scrunched up a bit in annoyance at your unrelenting stare. oh, shit.

"sorry!" you squeaked. you didn't mean to get caught staring so blatantly. your whole body felt like it was on fire with the physical contact you had with him. and he caught you.

"you're blushing" he stated.

but it made his heart beat a little faster, knowing he had that effect on you just as you did on him. you looked cute, very cute this way. but would you ever let him know he was making you feel that way? hell no. he was cocky enough already.

"am not!" you huffed, squirming to get off him-

but oh. he had his strong arms around your waist, effectively trapping you between them. it was now or never, bakugou was a no nonsense guy, and he was determined to get you to admit your feelings now that he knew he could make you so flustered. so easily too. it was almost embarrassing if he didn't adore the look on your face right now.

he tightened his hold on you, just to see how you'd react. not because he liked the way your body felt so warm against his. not because he thought he could hold you like this forever if you would let him. and definitely not because he loved looking at you from this close.

you let out a surprised squeal at the feeling, and before you knew it, you were red all to the tips of your ears. damn him, you thought. but all you could think about was how comfortable you felt, the familiar scent of burnt caramel invading your senses as it has so many times before.

"then why'd ya jus' start blushin' even more?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you, knowing he's got you now.

"oh, 's it cause of the heat? cause i beat your ass during training? or maybe its c-"

"it's because i'm in love with you, dumbass!" you put a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. he let out a shit-eating grin, knowing he'd won. and god, he's never wanted to kiss you as much as he did right now, finally knowing you feel the same way.

"you want to- what? you feel the same way?"

shit. he said that out loud?

but before he could say anything, your lips touched his, a wide grin on your face, making his mind go blank. and they molded so perfectly against his own. they felt so soft and full, he was sure you'd get him addicted. like you both were made for each other.

and he was sure you were, because bakugou katsuki does always gets what he wants, after all.

[n0vazsq]

Breathless | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . Doing the 'a boy who's jacked and kind' trend with your boyfriend, Hector

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 580

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . im so sorry if this is shit because i literally just was not in the mood to write anymore

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @ann6ella ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The sunlight streamed through the window, creating that perfect golden glow, and Hector was getting increasingly annoyed by how much he couldn’t focus on a single thing. That’s when you saw the TikTok, the 'boy who's jacked and kind' trend. Your eyes basically lit up as you got the idea of doing it with Hector.

A smile crept onto your lips as you showed it to him. "We should do this. You’d be perfect."

Hector raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes playfully. "Oh, really? You think I’m strong enough for it?"

"Well, you could lift me with one arm," you teased, nudging his arm.

He grinned, already getting up from the couch. "I’ve been waiting for the right moment to show off my muscles anyway."

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was, you loved how effortlessly sweet Hector was. He never tried to show off, yet his kindness and strength were impossible to ignore. "Alright, I’ll let you flex or whatever, but if you drop me, I’m blaming you."

Hector snorted, walking over to grab his phone and set it up for the video. "Don’t worry, I’ve got you."

You positioned yourself in front of him, ready for the challenge. "Just don’t get all sappy on me."

His grin widened. "Sappy is my middle name, hermosa."

You set the phone up, making sure to get the right angle, before going back to stand in front of Hector

And with that, Hector scooped you up, lifting you so easily that it felt like you weighed nothing at all. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck as he grinned up at you. "See? Easy."

You smirked, eyes glinting. "Yeah, you’ve definitely got this."

As the video ended, he dropped you down and went to get the phone.

He turned his head, looking at you with that soft, loving gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. "Ready for the kiss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You gave him a confused look, and before you could open your mouth, Hector leaned in, kissing you slowly and tenderly. The softness of the kiss contrasted with his strong, solid hold on you. You couldn’t help but melt into him, the whole world fading away as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss until you were both gasping for a breath.

When he pulled away for a brief second, breathless from the kiss, and Hector’s grin was practically glowing. "Guess that’s one way to do the trend."

Before you could even respond, Hector pulled you in again, kissing you with that intensity that left you dizzy. His hands gently cradled your face, like he was trying to memorize every moment, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips, feeling completely safe in his embrace.

When the kiss ended, Hector carefully set you back down on the ground, still holding onto you by the waist. You looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. "I think this is definitely going viral," you said with a wink.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you for one last hug. "I don’t need the internet to know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me," Hector said softly.

"Aw, you’re such a dork." You playfully pushed him away, but your heart melted from how genuinely sweet he was.

With one final, lingering kiss, you stopped to look at the video again. You looked at it, laughing at how perfect the footage turned out.

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Sound the Alarm (Soshiro Hoshina)

Kinktober 2024 Day Two: Interrupted

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The second the alarm starts to blare, he freezes.

A loud, shrill sound that could be heard all over the compound. In all the rooms, corridors, offices and bedrooms. And it’s a sound that the two of you know all too well. A call to arms. A call to return to your stations and prepare your gear. A call to battle. A call that should never be ignored. But… that’s exactly what he’s doing right now. 

Ignoring it.

“Fuck…” You hear Soshiro mutter just above you. It’s hard to hear him over the alarm, but the frustration seeping into his voice only seems to add volume to his words as he clenches his jaw and frowns deeply. You’re eyeing him carefully, chest heaving up and down as you wait for him to make his next move. Whatever it was going to be. But that’s the thing. He doesn’t make his next move. He just doesn’t.

“Vice Cap-Captain Hoshina…”

Instead, he stays inside of you. Cock half-buried inside you pussy and ready to slam into you once more. Because he seems too busy thinking about fucking you to care about the Kaiju attack he’s about to be called to deal with.

“Shit…” He curses again. His arm muscles ripple and tense above you as he holds you still. His grip is tight, but not unbearably so. Still, you can see very clearly how frustrated he is. Usually, he doesn’t hold back. Usually, there’s no regard for anyone or anything. Not even things like your voice growing too loud or him taking up far too much of your time than he really should matter all that much to him. But this is the one time he really can’t make any excuses. This is the one time where he truly has to pick someone else over having his fill of you. At least, that’s how you thought he’d see things. “...I’ll be quick. I promise.”

You whimper at that. He said that to you the last time. He says that to you all the time. It just hasn’t truly mattered until this moment. Right now, you're the only nurse working the Nurse’s Station during most of the night shifts. Something Soshiro managed to make happen by pulling rank and plenty of strings. But you were okay with it. Because almost every time you found yourself working at night and alone, you could always count on him to be there for a visit. Sometimes, it was just to keep you company for an hour or two. Be someone you could talk to during the boring hours. Be a source of entertainment when there was no one around and nothing to watch. Just someone to help make time go by faster.

And sometimes, it was just to strip you down and fold you in half on one of the cots and fuck you so hard that you swear you couldn't breathe. Just like he was doing earlier. But now, he’s slowly starting back up again. Slowly pushing his cock back into your pussy and pulling back out with what starts out as a lazy pace. 

It’s more than enough to feel pleasurable. In fact, you can’t even recall a time when Soshiro’s dick has made you feel anything other good before. From this position, you can see the twitch of his thick, full cock when he drags out and then pushes back inside of your inner walls and continues to stretch you out so that he fits inside of you perfectly. You can hear his low grunts and moans as his dark-colored eyes stare down at you almost carnally- like you’re his and his alone for the taking, even though he hasn’t bothered to ask you properly yet. And you feel the ache in your lower body as he forces your knees to your ears and squeezes the meat of your thighs like you’ll disappear the second he stops fucking you.

But at the same time, he’s going slowly and steadily enough that you’re still able to form coherent sentences and think complex thoughts- including thoughts about the relatively obnoxious but incredibly important alarms that keep shouting into the room through the intercom system. He’s going slow and steadily enough that you’re still able to remind him that his duty is to his country, and not the pretty little nurse he took a liking to a couple months ago.

“The other nurses- ah! The other nurses, Soshiro!” You start to explain to him. But all too quickly, he catches on that you’re about to protest his being here. Because he’s extremely quick to speed up his strokes and angle them in a way that he knows will have you babbling and drooling and feeling a little too good in no time at all. But as much as you want him right now- as much as you want him to make you cream over his cock and give one of those orgasms he promised you after you spent the morning teasing him in front of his subordinates- you can’t get caught by the other nurses fucking the Vice Captain while you’re supposed to be on duty. And you certainly can’t get caught being the reason why he’s not rushing to put on his battle suit and running out to rally the troops and save lives. You just can’t. “They’ll be here, Soshiro! They’ll- they’ll get here soon!”

His jaw clenches once more as he weighs the outcomes, but his pace never slows down. Not even for a second. In fact, your reminder seems to have only invigorated him even further judging by the smirk now growing on his face.

“I’ll be quick.” He promises to you again as he slams his dick down inside of you with a pace that’s as sloppy as it is rough. “Fuck, you just feel so good.”

You squealed as you felt him hit a spot inside of you that really does feel too good for you to handle. And he gives a few pleased words of praise as he tells you just how badly he’s been wanting to do this ‘ever since you gave him that hard-on this morning’ and how he ‘couldn’t stand the thought of leaving your precious cunt without his cum painting your walls white.’ But luckily, you haven’t lost yourself completely in the whirlwind of pleasure that he’s giving you. Because you haven’t forgotten what that alarm means. You haven’t forgotten that there are lives at stake whenever that alarm starts to blare.

“And you have to go!” You cry out to him in between half-moans and whines. He lets out a low sound from the back of his throat. Something akin to an animalistic growl that might have scared you if you didn’t know that the man you were currently with was all bark and no bite when it came to you. But that didn’t stop the shivers going down your spine at the fiercely attractive and desperate behavior. Though even so, you had to press on. “What if they need you?” 

They always need you.

The words were left unsaid, but they still lingered in the room like a poltergeist one just couldn't ignore. And even if he tried to ignore it, other things were vying for his attention. Because in an almost fate-like moment, a voice interrupts the two of you from over the radio. You can barely hear it from your position and the alarm still going off, but Soshiro’s radio is tucked right up by his ear so he’s able to make out the words of whoever was shouting over the line almost perfectly. So much so that for a moment, his hips started to slow down and falter. Until finally, they stopped altogether. 

And you’ll never know what was said to him over the radio that day. Because the somber look that crept onto his face as he slowly pulled his dick out of you and eased you into a more comfortable position on the cot you were both on was the only indication that things were far more serious than he anticipated. 

Still, he was kind enough to help you dress yourself as he muttered orders into the receiving end of the radio. And he was sweet enough to leave you with a long, hard lingering kiss on the lips as a promise to pick things back up where they left off. Exactly where he left off. 

But still, life’s cruel. And in your opinion, he’s cruel too. 

Because in the end, he did make you wait many long, hard, brutal hours for any sign of him coming out of this battle alive. Because he did make you worry and check on just about every body that was recovered and brought into your station during and after the mission with the hopes that you wouldn’t see the same man who was just making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world end up as the coldest corpse in the room. But most of all? It’s because he made you fall in love with him.

Despite his dangerous line of work making sure that his future is never promised to him. Despite only ever being the nightshift girl he sneaks around with. Despite the fact that there are so many bad reasons to get involved with a man like him. Despite absolutely everything telling you no...

...you still decide to ignore the alarms.

[hazz-a-bear]

the whimsical return, wen junhui

♡⸝⸝ junhui has a very special way of making you lose your cool on a daily basis, making you get that sudden urge to slam your head against a wall and especially, making you want to kiss his styling team on the mouth.

.ᐟ idol/actor jun x make-up artist/staff reader. long hair jun in a high pony. fluff of course. reader is very feral about junhui so some suggestive comments. kissing and all that jazz.

a/n - i had a very normal reaction to seeing junhui with long ass hair and a high pony so,,, i have a lot of feelings (romantic) (none of them are sfw) about him and i wrote this instead of coping with them obviously. not proofread because I wanted to get this out of my system so fast omg.

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The door to the green room opens with a quiet sound, making you stop what you're doing by your assigned vanity. Almost all of your co-workers have already left the room to wander outside. Thinking it's one of them coming back to fetch you, you peek your head from behind the rack of costume bags in the corner.

"Hey, I'm just-" The words die in your throat immediately, tumbling back down your throat and out of your vocabulary altogether.

Your eyes land on the figure sheepishly stepping through the door, eyes trained on yours and hands fidgeting to close the door behind him.

What the fuck.

"Hey," Junhui- Junhui? calls out in a murmur, hand hesitating to come up and give you a shy wave from across the room.

A single look at the man in front of you and you feel your entire body going slack. Your muscles freeze up in a way that you should be worried about. And your blood turns dangerously cold, thrumming against every single nook and cranny of your brain. Your mouth dries up faster than a mirage in the Sahara, a sudden feeling of your entire gut lurching out of your throat at the sight of him standing before you.

You don't trust your legs to hold your weight up, yet you carefully stand up to properly meet his eyes. Junhui gives you one of those smiles, a small and private thing you like to believe is reserved just for you. "Hi, you're not busy, are you?"

You feel your mouth opening but there are no words that follow. You can clearly see the way Junhui's eyes furrow in concern as he takes your frame in - probably looking the stupidest he's ever seen you with a dazed look in your eyes and jaw dropped to the floor beneath you.

"Yn?" He chuckles, awkward as his eyes dart to the wall behind you, back to your face, and to the floor by your- oh fuck, you've dropped the bunch of hangers you've been arranging.

If it was any other time, you would have immediately gotten to pick them up and continue the task given to you. But no, this isn't any other time. Your breathtakingly beautiful boyfriend has just walked into the room with dark hair up in a traditional updo, looking like he's just stepped out of the pages of a Chinese history book.

The hair that sits on top of his head is carefully tightened into a high ponytail, secured with a shining hairpiece. There's a halo of loose strands of dark hair falling over his face in the most perfect way, grazing the skin of his forehead and cheeks like nothing has ever before. Even the small braids are falling over his shoulder in such an artistic way, making it harder and harder for you to take your eyes off him.

"Holy shit"

You don't process the words rolling out of your own tongue until you see Junhui's eyes snap to yours, lightening up in a way that makes you want to smash your head against a wall nearby. God, he's the most endearing thing you've ever seen.

Even though you're pretty sure your brain is functioning right now, you still catch sight of Junhui squirming in his place, seemingly uncomfortable under your gaze heavily pinned on him for what feels like an eternity. He tries to pretend like his face isn't heated up under all the makeup, hands unconsciously coming to wring against each other as he avoids your eyes.

"Junnie," You breathe, not wanting him to feel uneasy by your reaction. He must have been so excited to show you his costume, his character. "Come here, baby"

If your boyfriend sported some cat ears, you swear you would see them perking up straight at the sound of you beckoning him over. He takes a few long steps to cross the room and land straight into your arms.

"Hi"

Even when he's trapped between your arms, you still lean back to look at him. If you thought he was breathtaking from afar, the close-up view is a thousand times better in your opinion. You unconsciously brush your fingers along the wisps of artificial hair that's framing his face, making him scrunch his nose adorably. My god.

You very carefully bring your palms to his face, not quite touching but hovering over his skin in an attempt to spare the meticulously done make-up.

Junhui is more than accustomed to your reactions after being together for such a long time. He knows no matter how hard you promise to be normal about anything he ever does, it's usually the opposite that ends up happening. Then again, he wouldn't really have it any other way. He lives for the way you truly stare at him like he's the most graceful person to ever walk on earth anytime he gets styles differently. But he still can't help the way his eyes widen out of instinct when you finally whisper and the words that come out of your mouth is,

"I think I'm gonna throw up"

"Shit," He mumbles. "Is it that bad?"

"No!" You're gasping immediately, hands coming down to grasp his neck, fingers idly laying against his pulse point. "no, no no. That's not what I meant. That is not what I meant" You ramble, carefully tugging his face till he meets your eyes "I...I just...wow"

He stays silent as you take another second to run your eyes across the entirety of his face. Your thumbs stroke along the flutter of his pulse unconsciously as you truly, really let yourself look at him.

If Junhui were to be asked, he'd say that at some point, your mouth even drops open a little, truly shocked by the state of him standing in front of you.

Junhui is so blessed. He is so so blessed.

He's a shy person by nature. Junhui's not used to being the sole point of focus when it comes to a lot of things. Coming from a group as big as Seventeen, it's not common for him to be under the severe light of attention either. It's always spared, shared and half-hearted. He prefers it that way too, you know that perfectly well. Keeping to himself in the back rows and speaking up only when he's spoken to, he's fragile about being in the scrutinised limelight. Except, when he's in front of you.

You have never been shy about showing him how beautiful he is - how it affects you, especially. Sometimes he thinks the gasps and the starry eyes are overexaggerated from your end. But in times like this, where you spend so long just simply peering into his face with eyes genuinely sparkling with something he recognises as true awe - he's truly overwhelmed by how much you seem to love him. So he can't help but squirm in your grasp and try to get your attention off of him as soon as possible.

"St-op" He mutters quietly, shaking his head as he tries to remove your hands from his neck.

"You're unreal" You whisper, mostly to yourself rather than him. The slight tightening of your grip on his keeps him in place despite him trying to break out. "I'm going to cry"

Junhui winces. "That's a...good thing, I think?"

"Definitely" You answer on autopilot. "It's a good thing, Jun. It's a great thing"

Junhui doesn't bother answering you, it's not like you're going to process anything that comes out of his mouth anyway. From the dazed look in your eyes, he can tell that your entire brain has been clouded by Junhui, Junhui, Junhui - specifically, his hair, hair, hair.

"So," He starts once he's given you enough time to pull yourself back together, lips curling into a shy smile and hands slithering around your waist. "What do you think?"

"Jun," Now fully snapped out of your trance, you barely stop yourself from whining like a feral animal "I just spent an entire fifteen minutes staring at you like a dumb fuck. What do you think I think about this asshole?"

Jun can't help but laugh at the way you're clearly embarrassed now that you're back to your senses. "Yeah, you were almost drooling, baby. Here, I think you got some on your chin"

You swat at Junhui when he tugs you close, one hand teasingly coming up to swipe the corner of your lips. "Shut up, go away. I'm so mad at you"

"What?" He's quick to drop the act into a pout. "Why?"

"You look so-" You cut yourself off, looking to the side to compose yourself and possibly calm the hammering heart inside your chest. "Fuck, I told myself I'm going to be so normal about this"

Junhui laughs, fully throws his head back and laughs, at your frustration. He's clearly enjoying the way you're losing his cool. "Normal? This is actually pretty normal compared to how you reacted to my blonde hair"

"Nuh-uh, that can't even come close to this- this...fucking hell" You reach close to brush the bangs off of his forehead as you drop your voice an octave lower, almost whispering, " Besides, when have I ever been normal about you?"

You pretend not to notice how he's trying so hard not to make it seem like he's flushed under all of that makeup. If Junhui was blushing from all the staring you did earlier, he's for sure being burned alive right now.

"You're too much, I swear" He murmurs, leaning into your palm resting against his cheek.

"You look so beautiful" You mumble instead, nothing but sincerity dripping with your words. "You look so pretty, I can just cry looking at you"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," You whisper, breathing in the same air as Junhui as you lean in close. "You're the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen in my entire life, have I ever told you that?"

"Eh, once or twice" He shrugs. "Here and there"

"Well then," You take another breath before leaning in to lightly press your lips to the side of his mouth. "You look so beautiful. The prettiest, the prettiest boy I've ever seen. Absolutely angelic, Jun. You look so...unreal. You look like a dream, my love. I don't even have words, holy shit"

Junhui closes his eyes when you press your lips to his, a soft peck as you seal your words with finality. A promise. A swear. You pull back almost as quickly as you leaned in, clearly not wanting to mess up the makeup on his skin. But Junhui never did learn how to be satisfied, so he can't help but tug you in for a second kiss. It's a little deep, his lips fitting between yours like a puzzle piece made for each other. He hums into your mouth, almost whining when you push him away with a hand on his neck.

"I'm going to get fired if you keep this up" You mumble as he looks down at you with those stupid hooded eyes of his. "You have to get outside, angel"

"I wanna stay" Junhui sighs, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "Here, with you"

"I wish I could keep you all to myself too," You say as you run a careful hand through the hair falling on his back. "Especially when you look like such a doll. But you have to get to the ceremony, yeah?"

Junhui sighs even heavier as he stands back up, bringing a hand to fuss with the strands falling on the side of his face. "It's raining too, it's going to be so messy"

"I'll take you home as soon as you're finished okay," You say, grabbing onto his hand to stop him from potentially ruining the hairdo. "Then we can stay in all night"

Junhui gawks when you send a sly wink at him, looking appalled by your suggestion of 'staying in all night'

"Go on then" You finally say after he's recovered, fixing the collar of his team hoodie and running your hands along the length of his arms as you step away. "If I keep you in here a little longer, you're going to walk out of this room with that hair in your hands"

"Oh," Junhui coughs, taken aback by the teasing lilt in you voice. When you wink at him again for added measure, he shoves you away with a scowl.

"Stop that, oh my god" He grumbles, pretending that he's probably not flushed pink from head to toe. "Don't do that, I hate you"

"Aw, that's too bad" You pout, mocking him right back. "I was going to have my way with you once we get home but I guess I can't do that now"

"Shut up, oh my god" You laugh as Junhui brings his hands up to his face, desperately trying to hide the fact that his entire face is starting to burn. "I'm leaving, you're being evil to me"

"Yeah, yeah" You chuckle. "You're going to give a heart attack to the entire world with that hair, my love"

Once you're both at the door, Junhui turns to you with a smile.

You're not surprised when he pulls you closer to press his lips to yours again. Even though you're still hyper-aware of the makeup, it doesn't stop you from pressing your lips harder against his, kissing him back with everything you have. He hums that familiar sound against your mouth and brings a hand up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. When he tilts his head to try and pry open your mouth, you barely catch yourself before your hand automatically moves to grip his hair. Quickly tightening your grip on his hoodie instead, you tug yourself away from him with a gasp.

"Get out before I mess up your makeup, Wen Junhui" You push him away, ignoring the way his lips tug into the shape of a smirk.

"Can you ruin my makeup after the ceremony? once we go home?"

You shake your head. "Get out, you have a job to do"

"Fine, fine" He laughs, finally moving to unlock the door to step out of the room. "Wish me luck!"

You roll your eyes, pushing him into the hallway with a light smack to his butt. "Go be pretty and do your thing, Wen Junhui. Good luck"

"Bye, love you" The sound of his laugh echoes through the corridor, making your lips curve up into a fond smile.

"Bye, angel. I'll see you later"

"I said I love you!"

"I love you too" You're almost screaming into the hallway but god, the sound of his giggles makes it worth it anyway. "Now, run. You're already too late"

thank you.

[loves0phelia]

Please write about Rafe who believes in love and a reader who doesn't! I love your first fic btw

Love

Summery: the request

Words: 1k

Warnings: small injury, grammar mistakes (feel free to correct me)

A/N: thank you so much for this request! xxx

Ever since you and Rafe met, he has been head over heels for you. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, he would get you anything you could possibly want, and always make sure you were okay.

In a way you loved how much he cared, but sometimes the feelings he left you with, made you confused.

In your head love was nothing but a useless feeling. The lovey dovey movies were fake and unrealistic, the people holding hands or kissing in the streets were disgusting and anyone who tried to prove you wrong was definitely not sane.

So why was Rafe Cameron making you feel this way? 

“Good morning pretty, got you your favorite like always” He says the second you open the door to his black pick up truck, and hand you the chocolate chips cookie from that bakery you adore.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to get me something every time?” Even though you wish you kept your lips in a straight line, a small smile took place on your lips.

“But if i stop bringing you snacks how else will i see this pretty smile of yours?” immediately your cheeks became red, so you turned your head to look out the passenger window as he finally started driving away.

After what felt like hours, you got the courage to speak up and asked him where he was taking you.

“Well I figured you wouldn't like the movies because you claim its “too romantic” so I decided on going up to the hill with some food and a book, we could spend the afternoon together until sunset. Also I brought my laptop in case you changed your mind about rom coms…” he uttered the last words anticipating your reaction to them.

“Are you serious? that's like the most rom com thing ever!” you threw your hands above your head and looked at him in disbelief.

“Come on Y/n just give it a shot please” you looked at him with a glare not breaking against his attempt at begging.

“for me?” your fake anger vanished the second the words left his mouth. His soft blue eyes and pouty lips had you in a choke hold. You could never refuse him even if you tried.

“fine” Rafe shouts in victory before grabbing your hand and shaking it while still holding the steering wheel.

“You're not going to regret it baby, i swear” his happiness calmed and now you could only hear the soft music playing on the radio and the harsh sound of his engine. 

What you hadn't noticed though was how his hand was still holding yours on top of your thigh for the rest of the ride. 

When the car finally came to a stop, Rafe jumped out and rushed to your side to open your door. While holding the small bag with the cookie you haven't eaten yet in your left hand your right one grabbed his so he could help you climb out. This gesture was almost too familiar now.

You stood a few feet away as he grabbed the cooler filled to the brim with various beverages and snacks. Your breath hitch when you noticed his arms flex beneath his gray shirt. 

“You ready?” you snapped your eyes away from his muscles as fast as light and quickly nodded, unable to speak any word.

In silence you both climbed the small trail up to the hill. While you could've been watching the blooming flowers, your mind was on rafe, you were daydreaming not paying attention to anything.

“shit” were your last words before tripping over a small branch on your path. your exclamation immediately made Rafe turn on his heels, he dropped the cooler to the ground and ran to you, examining the damage.

“im fine Rafe i just wasn't paying attention” you tried to comfort him but his gaze was fixated on the small cuts over one of your knees.

“Do you want to go back? we can do this another day” he asked concerned and almost already getting ready to turn back the way you came from.

“No rafe. Really I'm ok it's just a small scrap and I don't want our day to be ruined because of me” you almost pleaded.

“Are you sure you can walk? cause i can carry you” he suggested.

“don't be ridiculous, you're already carrying all that” you laughed and optimistically went back on the way.

the entire pathRafe and a small furrow in his brown and he stayed close to you in case of another accident, he was ready to catch you,

When you two were finally settled on a blanket led on top of the grass he began unpacking.

“So a movie or a book? also I'm warning you, if you choose a book you need to read to me.” he smiled innocently.

“book please” you answered shyly before taking the book from his hand. instantly rafe led his head on top of your lap and snuggled while grinning, knowing what he was doing,

but surprisingly you did not comment, nor move away, you stayed like that even when you began to read the words out loud.

he was so peaceful he almost looked asleep but the soft and smooth movement of his thumb over your small injury proved you he was definitely awake.

“Whats up” your brows furrowed wondering why he was asking. 

“you stopped reading.” You hadn't even realized you had stopped and you definitely didn't realize he was looking up at you, admiring you for almost 2 minutes before saying something.

“i was just thinking how much i appreciate this,i never realized before now how much i enjoyed it” 

“yea?” He sat up with the brightest smile.

“mhm” you hummed and you felt like a magnet was pulling you to him so without a thought you crashed your lips on his.

he made a noise of surprise before rapidly returning the gesture while sliding his fingers in your hair and holding you to him.

passionately you and Rafe kissed until you couldn't breath and that's how you realized love was actually the best thing to ever feel.

[yestrday]

hihi! may i suggest the 2nd years’ reaction to a teasing but easily flustered darling? they’re like a mix of a hiyakasudere (teasedere) and a dandere. long story short, it’s kinda like “oooo you want to kiss me so bad aha” to “WAIT WHY ARE YOU GETTING SO CLOSE” kinda thingy + don’t forget to take care of yourself! don’t forget to drink water and get some rest! :)

hoooly shit this has been in my drafts for so long and i finally had a sudden spark of inspiration to finally finish it. i'm so sorry anon you've waited a terribly long time

now, for the moments where your yandere harem is not-so-yandere and relatively normal-looking

you might like: yan! academy genshin second years

you thought that you'd get to share a nice lunch with your dear friend albedo after he invited you to a nice secluded spot for the both of you to spend lunch together. the food was definitely nice— this is albedo we're talking about after all— but you couldn't help but find yourself pouting. all he had been doing all lunch was sketch away at his papers.

hmph. you think. shouldn't he give me a bit of his attention?

hoping to sneak some sort of reaction out of him, you inch closer to his drawings. he’s never had a problem with you looking at his unfinished work and yet his strong but gentle hand reach out and firmly root you to your position. “don’t move,” he mutters. and then a long period of silence follows, but this time his eyes study every inch of your face and body.

"don't you think you're starin' at me a bit too much?" you croon, flashing one of your mischievous grins at the ever stoic student with the hope of alleviating some of the awkardness you feel. "someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“maybe i do,” he hums. “what about it?” it’s so nonchalant that it’d pass through anyone’s ears as a joke, but you’re so hyper-aware of everything right now that the blush starts rising to your cheeks, gaping at him with an open mouth.

“wh– what?!” you hate how squeaky your voice is.

“oh nothing,” he resumes back to his sketching before he gives you a glance over and smirks at you. “don’t you think you’re blushing too much? someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“a– albedo!”

no one knows how xiao lets you get away with how overly touchy you are. you’re not exactly what they’d imagine to be hanging around xiao. you smile too much, flirt and tease with people, and you drag the boy around to places almost embarassing to be seen at. but xiao follows anyway. one moment he’ll go: “hmph. and why should i?” but when you pout and just whine about going with another boy, he’s immediately latching onto your arm.

you’re aware of how differently xiao treats you and to be honest, you’re a little bit smug. you like to exert your power over him time to time. pushing a little too close or trailing your fingers up his surprisingly toned muscles just to tease him.

“you’re shameful,” he’d huff and look away, but you’re delighted at how his porcelain face turns into a bright cherry shade and continue teasing him anyway.

xiao is aware of this power you have over him, but he doesn’t stop you. he likes this warm and fluttery feeling you overwhelm him with. still, it’d be nice if he could change the tables for a moment and make you stutter and blush instead.

this musing of his is shelved away in his mind until an impromptu study date comes up. poring over your textbooks for the upcoming quiz, you snack away on some nuts to help you concentrate. when xiao looks up, he sees some crumbs on you’re too focused to notice. absentmindedly, he reaches over the table and slides a finger to wipe away the crumbs. you take this the wrong.

“wh- what are you doing?!” you squeak, face blaring red. “we’re studying, you know!”

he hushes you. “hold still.”

he brings the finger to his mouth and licks up the food, confused at your shock and embarassment but no questioning it. he sits back down and resumes his studies while you spend the rest of the session covering your face with a book and fanning your face. xiao remains ever oblivious as he focuses on passing the test, unaware that his wish has already been granted.

kazuha takes your flirtatious advances seriously, because well, romance and love must be taken seriously. somewhere in the back of his mind he can sense that you’re just joking... still, let kazuha delude himself for a tiny bit.

all flirty remarks of yours are responded with sincere and genuine exclamations of love which has you blushing and running away with every encounter with him. you don’t even know why you bother anymore, but perhaps it’s the urge to see the ever so calm and serene kazuha lose his composure because of you.

it’s for the sake of blushy kazuha! you pump yourself up before pushing open the classroom doors. the boy idles by the window sill, away from the chatter of your classmates. your presence immediately has him perking up and smiling at you from across the room. you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

be still, be confident. you’re gonna get him today! 

“hi kazu~” you grin, sauntering over to him with brimming confidence. “your most favorite person is here!” you open your mouth, planning to pour out another set of cheesy pick-up lines and compliments, but kazuha reacts quicker.

“indeed, you are here right now,” he says in nigh reverence. he takes a stray lock from your hair and twirls it around his finger. “i’ve missed you over the weekend, you know?” he kisses it and smiles at you. the morning sun lights his face aglow, and the wind brushing past the window makes his hair flutter along with your heart. “oh, [your name]? you’re redder than a maple leaf.”

steam puffs out of your ears at being called out, and you stumble back, glaring at him. “i-i’ll get you one day, kazu! i swear i will!” and when you make a tactical retreat, kazuha only laughs to himself before fondly kissing the finger that held your lock of hair so tenderly.

you honestly thought that thoma would be the easily flustered type, but he's really not. it's always the same reaction out of him: you flirt, he stops, stares, and his lips crack into a brilliant yet amused smile. your charms, that have flawlessly worked on both me and women, are received like an elder brother witnessing their sibling's antics.

it makes your blood boil! really! the audacity of this guy to just shrug off your remarks when you're already growing desperate to get a reaction out of him! you up your charisma, bat your lashes more, but no, nada! it makes you a bit insecure— juuuust a little. is your allure starting to wane?

you're sulkily poking at your lunchbox, too caught up with your little dilemma to actually eat. thoma notices from across you, and his brows pinch together in concern as he regards your expression.

"is everything okay, [your name]?" he asks softly, placing a gentle hand on yours to let you know he's there. "you don't seem to have an appetite today. is the lunchbox i made not up to your liking?"

you might be sulking, but archon forbid you make thoma think his cooking wasn't up to standard! you frantically shake your head, before settling down and letting out a sigh.

"thoma~" you let out a whine, grasping his hand on yours with both of yours. you pout as prettily as you can, letting the lips you meticulously glossed this morning do their job, bat your lashes, and doing everything and anything you can in your power to turn it up a hundred times more. "be honest with me. do you find me pretty at all?"

his eyes widen at the question. "o– of course, i do, [your name]! there's no one in this school who doesn't find you attractive." something dark flickers in his eyes for a moment as he mutters lowly. "believe me."

that shadow disappears as soon as it comes, and squeezes your hands reassuringly. "more than just being attractive, i like you for who you are." his soft green eyes crease downward in a fond look, and you think your heart is racing a hundred miles per second. "i'm here with you, aren't i?"

you do your utmost best to respond, but your tongue fails you. your brain has short-circuited, and you can barely hear anything than the pounding of your heart and the muffled worried calls of your name. you slump in your seat, steam coming out of your brain and dizzy from the heartburn. you are defeated at your game.

there are advantages and disadvantages to flirting with the scaramouche. when you shoot him one of your teasing remarks or sidle a bit too close to his side, the people around you look at you like you're crazy.

and you are. you're crazy obsessed with his reactions, how sardonic and dry-humor they are but so cute and feisty. so what if his glares keep getting scarier and scarier, if his lips curl up in a sneer whenever he sees you. you don't waste a single moment in trying to get a reaction out of him!

"hey, scara~♪" your head pops out from the corner while he's busy with his locker, and glances at you before resuming with his work. "you're as cute as ever as always!"

"and i can see that you still insist on being annoying," he says plainly, before slamming his locker shut and fixing you with his signature dirty glare. "when will you stop bothering me, or do i have to put up with your nonsense until graduation?"

"only if you'll have me~"

"idiot," he scoffs. "to be disturbing me like this day in and day out. you have some nerve, [last name]. are you really that keen on breaking my peace? or—" he studies your face carefully, before a smug smile breaks out on his lips. "are you really that obsessed with me?"

your mind blanks out at the sudden accusation and you can feel the heat rising in your face. "o–obsessed with you? don't be absurd! i– you– you're not the only one, you know! don't get too full of yourself." your face reddens further as his smirk only grows, and you stomp your foot childishly. "believe me!"

"tut, tut, [last name]. you won't get further in this society if you wear your hearts on a sleeve like that. but don't worry." he lifts your chin up with a slender finger, and as much as that knowing grin of his is humiliating, you can't help but appreciate how alluring the expression is on him. "since you're so obsessed with me, i don't mind letting a commoner like you live under my care when the time calls for it."

[theorphicangel]

hi again x2 last time lol can i get toji for displays of intimacy "massages after a long day" + caressing their cheek with your thumb" please? thank you!

a word from Angel: thank you for sending an ask!! I love love love this!!! I got a little carried away and made it a little angsty but I hope you enjoy either way :)

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

A click in the lock doesn’t startle you.

Legs swinging over the armrest of the chair you were sitting on, a tall raven haired figure comes into view. Immediately, your heart soars at the sight of your lover finally returning home.

The dark gray curtains were already drawn over the living room curtains, the summer sun long gone before making the promise to return early tomorrow. Your body rises, drawn to him like a magnet. With a shuffle, he removes his shoes, placing them next to yours.

A groan leaves Toji’s mouth as he stretches back up. You edge nearer towards him, waiting for the right moment, waiting for the right beat to lean in and place a kiss onto his lips.

It comes quickly, his body pausing and his arms outstretched to welcome you in. A husky scent fills your nostrils, an aroma much missed. Less than a second in your arms, it seems that the many hours of tension built up in Toji’s body is suddenly released — his shoulders sag with relief.

“How was your day?” you murmur into the crook of his neck. You’re on your tippy toes by now yet remain balanced as Toji’s hand is wrapped securely around your waist.

“Shit like always.” He responds, his voice gruff. “Missed you.”

It comes out as a mumble yet you hear him clearly, leaning in again for another kiss. Parting, you’re met with green eyes staring at you. He takes in your features as if he’s seeing them for the first time. In the comfortable silence the two of you stand in the hallway, holding each other tightly.

“I love you.”

Again, it leaves his throat in nothing louder than a whisper but you hear it loud and clear. Your hands cup his cheeks, right here you hold him as if he wasn’t the strongest assassin in the city.

No – you hold him as if he was the most fragile being to ever grace the earth. Without a thought, your thumb brushes over his cheek, caressing gently. Under your thumb, you notice his cheek beginning to grow with stumble.

After a pause, Toji’s hand envelopes your own and he places a soft kiss on your palm. In a blink of an eye, one soft kiss quickly turns into two, then three, four — your count is soon lost as your lungs deprive you of oxygen.

Regaining your ability to speak, you reply back with those three words. And Toji’s eyes crease as his lips turn upwards to smile.

/

“Are you good?”

You feel the vibration from Toji’s body as he hums in response. You have him lying on his front on your shared bed whilst you’re seated on the back of his large thighs, nothing but pure muscle underneath you.

Twisting the cap off the massage bottle, you pour a generous amount onto Toji’s back. The bottle was an unopened birthday gift, sitting in the back of your bathroom cabinet waiting for its use. You had completely forgotten about it until tonight.

You wanted to treat Toji and what better than a massage to help him relax.

Starting off slowly you spread the oil across his pace, palms gently rubbing his skin.

His back is littered with scars and scratches, all from his line of work. You take the chance to memorize each little one, taking care to not apply pressure in case they are still sore. You hated his job. More than hate. There was not a single word to describe your wrath against his job.

The two of you had had many conversations but it always came to the same conclusion.

He wouldn’t quit until he had made enough to give you the life you deserved and allow the two of you to live comfortably.

Of course, you were grateful. In fact you had told Toji that he didn’t need to go so far. Just having him was enough. But being the stubborn ass he is, he didn’t listen.

One of your deepest fears – one you could barely admit to yourself – was the idea of him not returning one night. Every time he returns late, similar to today, your mind immediately jumps to the worst.

You know you shouldn’t worry, he’s the best in his profession but you can’t help but fear that Toji will make a rash decision. An impulsive decision before thinking it through or misreading the opponent's attack. Just one wrong move and you’d be sleeping in an empty bed—

“You treat me too well, doll.” Toji interrupts, speaking in the midst of the comfortable silence.

Even without facing you, Toji could tell when you were stuck within the realms of your thoughts. Your silence spoke louder to him than anyone. Either something had pissed you off or made you upset. Judging by his late return tonight he figures it was the latter. (Or both.)

“You deserve it.” Your voice is light, a smile appearing on your lips. It’s a little forced but you truly mean your words. Lately, you’ve noticed his eyebags growing prominent, his body and muscles tense and sore from overworking his body.

Now you have the chance to work away at the knots and areas of tension in his body, Toji letting out a groan here and there at your palms massaging his muscles.

“You don’t have to worry about me, you know that don’t you, doll?”

This was his attempt to try and ease your mind, however it seemed that no matter what he’d said you would always be worrying about him.

You hum, hands now working at his shoulders. “I know.” Toji hears you take a deep inhale. “It’s just—” you pause, wondering how to phrase it. You’re often not that blunt but for weeks you’ve had this thought nagging at your lower gut, spreading nothing but pure anxiety across your body, making it hard to breathe each day.

“I just worry sometimes…” your voice lowers into nothing more but a whisper, as if you’re afraid to admit it outloud. “I just worry that there’ll be a day where you won’t come home.”

There’s a long pause in the room, so long in fact that you think Toji didn’t hear you. Or ignored you.

It’s a long minute before Toji reaches to tap at your thigh, signaling you to move. With a grunt, the mattress shifts under his weight, Toji moves to face you.

Dark green eyes latch onto your own, his body shifting towards you. Again, your nostrils fill with his husky scent. Toji grabs at your wrists to pull you closer, onto his lap. His palms grasp onto yours, not minding the stickiness of your palms from the massage oil.

“Look at me, doll.” His voice is quiet yet holds a stern tone. You take in his features in the dim lighting of the bedroom. “I would never take these jobs in the first place if I knew I couldn’t handle it. If I knew that there was even the slimmest chance of me not making it home, I’d never take it. Ever.”

You listen intently, picking up on Toji’s clarification.

“Just a little longer and I’ll stop taking these jobs for you. I’ll find something else to ease your mind. Is that okay? I just want to give you the life that you deserve.”

You nod at Toji’s words. “I understand. I want you to be safe, that’s all.”

“And I am safe. I’m more than capable for these jobs. Do you trust me, love?”

You glance up at Toji. His eyes are soft, creasing a little. Only now do you realize that he’s trying to reassure you.

A small smile tugs at your lips. “Always.”

“Good.” Reflecting you, the corners of his lips curl. A small kiss is placed on your lips, dispelling your fears even further.

“I’ll always be coming home to you — no matter what — remember that, doll.”

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Corruption Ch5

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Four months, eight days until D-Day

Your body was sore and exhausted. The amount of second guessing you had towards this Super Hero gig was high. This was not something you were used too. What were you thinking when you decided to fight straight up crooks on the street?

You barely survived a roach crawling in front of you. All of this crime fighting was taking a toll on your physical and mental health. You were so tired that you were worried someone would catch on. This secret life of yours needed to be worked on better.

What's worse? Actually villains are starting to pop up! Who the hell would have thought that there was a Vulture in this day and age. Nothing like the one from the great hero age, but goddamn, enough to make you want to cry.

"You look like shit," Miguel grunted as he entered your office. You replied with a whimper as you rubbed your eyes, "This is exactly why my experiments will-"

"Better humanity," You whispered, finishing his sentence. Miguel just gave you a quiet glare before taking a seat on your couch,

"You know what to do. I got knots from dealing with the idiots down in lab two."

"When am I ever going to get repaid this wonderful favor?" You asked with a tease, approaching him from behind.

"When you do as much work as me," Miguel scoffed in response.

You just chuckled weakly towards him as you massaged his shoulders. Thanks to your night life, you were too tired to argue or complain with Miguel during the day. You weren't sure if Miguel liked that or not yet.

Dozing off as you pinched Miguel's shoulders, you tried to focus on your main task. You needed to find a good time to approach Miguel as Spider Woman. You needed him to listen to you. To answer your questions.

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Miguel had closed his eyes for a moment as you relaxed his tense muscles. It wasn't long for him to feel your touch soften that he regained his senses. Right as he went to complain, Miguel felt your head rest against his neck.

Confused, he glanced towards you, finding you asleep. Your breathing was soft as your hands still rested against his back. This would drive any man crazy, but not Miguel. Getting up, Miguel was careful to lay you against the couch.

"What's got her this tired?" He muttered under his breathe, "Lyla-"

"Let's see. (Y/N) recently signed up gym membership, telling her friends that she feels like she's too fat. Oh, she's also being flirted with by the new IT guy. Let's seeeee-"

"I didn't ask for all that," Miguel rolled his eyes before glancing back down at you, "If she had Spider Woman's strength, she wouldn't be this tired...but I wouldn't know that until I get a blood sample from that hero."

"Don't say that too loud or poor (Y/N) might cry in her sleep," Lyla teased as Miguel started to leave the office.

With a quick lock behind him, Miguel ignored his AI-whom was having fun with the situation. In order to stop hearing his AI, Miguel requested Lyla to set an alarm for you. Today was the day that the last prisoner was going to be tested.

Miguel needed you there.

"Oh, and Lyla, have that new IT guy join us for our experiment today. We could always use more...witnesses."

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You gasped and shot up from your slumber to the sound of a roaring alarm. Attempting to calm your racing heart, you spotted Lyla in the corner of your eyes. She gave you a simple wave and informed you of Miguel's experiment that was starting soon. Your fave turned a million shades of red once you recalled what happened before you slept.

"Lyla! Is Miguel angry with me?!" You panicked, trying to fix yourself up. Lyla smiled as she appeared before you,

"Miguel can never be angry at you!"

"But-"

"Trust me!"

As much as you wanted to doubt Lyla's words, you knew that Miguel has done worse for smaller things. Perks of being his only friend here...if that was even safe to call yourselves. It were moments like these that really made you wonder what Miguel was thinking.

If he didn't like you, then what were you to him? The thoughts sometimes made you go insane. Most of the time it just led you to crying when you were alone, wishing that Miguel would just show you some affection.

Hurrying to the lab, you grabbed your tablet and readied for the notes. You could still feel your heart aching as you wondered the look Miguel was going to give you. As you arrived, you noticed a few different and new faces.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" The new IT guy waved to you.

"Oh...Hey, Aaron. Um, what are you doing here?" You asked.

"Mr. O'Hara said something about wanting to have someone ready to fix the machine if it broke down."

Ohhhhh, Miguel had something up his leave. You just gave Aaron and innocent smile since you didn't have the heart to tell him that he is being played. Though, you never took Miguel as one to hate any of the IT people. He let them work since they were the only ones aside from him who could fix his stuff.

"So, (Y/N), if it isn't too much trouble, I was wondering if I could take you out-"

"(Y/N), did you get enough rest?" Miguel hummed lowly as he approached you from behind.

You could feel your body warm up as Miguel pressed his weight against your back. This was the closest Miguel had ever been to you! Hesitating, you turned to face him, almost feeling hazy from the direct contact.

"S-Sorry, Miguel. I...I didn't mean to fall asleep," You apologized. Your breathing hitched as Miguel placed his hand against your cheek,

"It's fine. I've been working you too hard," His voice was low and sweet, turning you into putty.

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Miguel hid his smirk as he watched poor little Aaron shake in anger. Oh, the joy in taking away one's love interest. It was Aaron's fault. How dare he have eyes on you. Didn't he know better? You belonged to Miguel.

Miguel was a selfish man. While he may never make a move on you, it was still fun to show off that you belonged to him. Even now, just a few sweet words of concern and a small touch of affection nearly brought you to your knees. Now, Miguel couldn't lie, that look you were giving him was tempting.

"Let's start the experiment. (Y/N), watch closely."

"Yes, Miguel," You cooed, running off to your usual spot.

Miguel chuckled darkly before he turned to face Aaron. The poor man was holding back so much.

"Aaron, thanks for coming. Do make yourself useful."

"Yes, sir."

The anger in his voice was hilarious to Miguel. Before Miguel started, he reviewed everything once more. This was the last prisoner. This one had to succeed. It just had too! Miguel was going to resort to desperate measures if nothing came out of this.

Growling in anger at the thought, Miguel told everyone to start the experiment.

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If it were possible, hearts would be floating above your head. You couldn't hide your smile as you started to take notes. Perhaps Miguel did have a heart inside him! His touch was so gentle and warm. You had wanted to melt right into his palm.

"ARGH!"

Gasping lowly, you came back to your senses as the poor prisoner screamed in agony. This was cruel. Glancing at Miguel, you saw his face twist with pleasure. How could someone be so heartless? No, you had to see the light in him.

Miguel can still be saved!

"I'LL KILL YOU!" The prisoner screamed.

You shivered as you felt your spider senses go haywire. Something was wrong, but you couldn't act. Not here. After another moment, the prisoner broke free from the chains-his body now morphed into a half spider.

Eyes widening in horror, you watched as the scientists tried to restrain the prisoner. Miguel, on the other hand, was laughing. Finally, he had a success. Although, this was still far from what he was looking for. This was still far from him cloning you.

"Youuu!"

Once again, your spider senses went crazy. You returned your attention to the prisoner and gasped as he charged towards you. You needed to move, but like how you used too. You couldn't move like you do now.

"(Y/N)!"

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This was great. Perfect even. Finally, Miguel had something successful! Although, this wasn't exactly what he was hoping for, but anything at this point is a win. Miguel could just keep testing on the prisoner to see what helped make this time different.

Hearing the pathetic attempts of his coworkers to subdue the prisoner, Miguel hissed as he had Lyla get security. Why was it so hard to find good help?

"Youuuuu!"

Miguel let out, yet another, sigh as he turned his attention to the feral prisoner. His brows furrowed since the idiot was charging straight towards you.

You, frozen like a deer in headlights. Miguel wasn't sure what this feeling was inside his chest, but he dashed towards you. Lord, you were dumb, but move!

"(Y/N)!" Miguel roared out.

Why wasn't he fast enough? Miguel cussed as you screamed, rolling onto the floor as the prisoner dashed into the bench you were sitting. Finally reaching you, Miguel picked you up and hurried out of the lab. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you started to sob.

"Get back here!!!" The prisoner screamed.

"Tch, worked better than I expected." Miguel hissed before coming to a halt.

His wonderful test subject had crawled on the ceiling and landed right in front of the exit. Your grip tighten around Miguel as the two of you stared at the fearsome beast before you. Unable to hide his displeasure, Miguel scoffed,

"Killing me is too dull, why don't you have some more fun with it?" He spoke to the beast.

"Oh? I'd have you strapped on that table, screaming and dying like all the others." The prisoner hissed as acid dropped from him mouth. You tugged against Miguel's lab coat,

"M-Miguel, what are-"

"Fine, but let this little lamb leave. You can kill the lot of us after," Miguel offered, placing you on your feet.

"Miguel, no-"

"Deal, but only to give her a running start. I'll devour her after I'm done with you all."

Miguel chuckled lowly before turning towards you. You trembled slightly, not wanting to let go, but Miguel gave you a push towards the door.

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You nearly held you breathe as you stepped out of the lab. Once the door shut, you dashed towards the closest closet with no camera. Miguel was trusting you to get Spider Woman, that or he actually had a death wish.

Either way, he saved you....so now you were going to do the same.

"I'm coming, Miguel."

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[broidobe]

𝔤𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩

requested by THE QUEEN @xo-myloves!!!!!

☾axl starts the night cocky and full of bravado, but by the time you’re through with him—ice, wax, hair pulling, and finally, being completely undone beneath you—he’s nothing but a trembling, wrecked mess, begging for more.☽

☾warnings: bdsm elements (power dynamics, domination, submission), humiliation play, bondage (via hair pulling and positioning), impact play (wax, ice), pain/pleasure fusion, intense smut, orgasm control, overstimulation, language and behavior of degradation, PEGGING WOOHOO☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

axl rose is all talk until he’s not. he starts the night with that signature smugness, lounging back, making his usual snide comments about how he can handle anything you throw at him. you tell him to strip, and he does it with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, muttering something cocky under his breath.

then comes the ice.

he flinches at the first touch, and you can’t help but smirk as you trail it down his chest, watching the muscles twitch under your hand. “what’s the matter, baby? thought you could handle it.”

his breath shudders. “i can.”

but his body says otherwise. he jerks when you trace the cube over his nipple, chest rising and falling a little too fast, the first signs of his bravado cracking. you drag the ice lower, letting it melt against his stomach, dipping just below his navel, and he exhales a sharp, shaky breath.

“fuck,” he mutters, his hands clenching into the sheets, but you’re not done with him yet.

because the wax comes next.

his eyes widen when you tilt the candle over him, and for a second, he looks like he’s about to protest—but then the first drop lands on his ribs, and the reaction is immediate. a sharp gasp, his back arching off the bed, the contrast of heat and cold making him tremble beneath you.

“holy shit,” he breathes, voice rough, fingers twitching like he doesn’t know whether to push you away or pull you closer.

you do it again. another drop, this time right over his hipbone, and he moans—needy, breathless, completely wrecked already. gone is the cocky attitude, replaced by something desperate, something raw. you watch him, eyes dark with amusement. “so much for being tough, huh?”

axl just groans, hips shifting restlessly. “shut up.”

but you’re not even close to done.

because now comes the part he never expected—the thing that makes his breath hitch, his pupils blow wide, his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles go white. you're gonna peg him.

he tries to play it cool, but when you press against him just right, when you tug his hair, forcing his head back, his composure shatters completely. he gasps, a broken little sound that makes your stomach tighten, makes you ache for him, makes you want to push him further, see how much he can really take.

“oh, baby,” you murmur, lips ghosting over his ear as you tug again, harder this time, making him whimper. whimper. “you’re gonna take it so good for me.”

axl doesn’t even try to fight it anymore. he just nods, breathless, ruined. “yeah,” he chokes out. “fuck, yeah.”

but you’re still not satisfied.

so you take your time. drag your fingers down his spine, trace every shiver, every little tremble. keep him on edge, teetering between relief and unbearable anticipation. his body betrays him, arching into every touch, every whisper of sensation.

“you love this, don’t you?” you murmur, letting your nails rake lightly down his ribs. “all that attitude, and here you are, desperate for more.”

his breath catches, a choked sound escaping his throat, but he doesn’t deny it. he can’t deny it.

“please.” barely a whisper, but you hear it. oh, you hear it. and it’s delicious.

so you reward him. just a little. just enough to make him ache for more. enough to drive him mad, to have him begging with his body before his lips can even form the words.

and when you finally give him what he wants—

when you press into him, slow and deliberate, stretching him open, making him feel every inch—

he breaks.

his head snaps back, a wrecked, guttural moan spilling from his lips as he takes it, takes all of it, body shuddering beneath you. you don’t let up, don’t give him a moment to adjust—you keep going, setting a pace that has him gasping, writhing, clinging to you like he’ll fall apart without you.

and maybe he will.

his fingers clutch at your arms, nails digging in, his breath coming in desperate, ragged little pants. he’s so close, body taut, trembling, completely undone beneath you.

and then you pull his hair again—hard—dragging him up to meet your gaze, forcing him to look at you as he falls apart.

his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave, his whole body locking up before he shatters. his mouth falls open in a silent scream before a wrecked, broken sob of your name spills out. he clings to you, thighs shaking, muscles tensed so hard it’s like he’s coming apart at the seams. his breath stutters, caught between choked moans and desperate little gasps, every nerve in his body burning with overstimulation.

his release is intense, drawn-out, his body writhing beneath you, shuddering with aftershocks. even when it’s over, he stays trembling, breathless, wrecked beyond words.

when he finally slumps back, boneless, spent, you press a kiss to his temple, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“told you you’d take it so good for me.”

axl just groans, utterly ruined.

[knullanon]

Can I request a maybe part 2 to the Nolan Grayson; gremlin villain reader? Where readers powers were working on a subconscious level to heal them but after enough punishments reader down to their core believes that death is the best alternative and their powers ‘turn off’. I wanna see the reaction of the family after a harsh punishment and reader just. not healing.

Listen I love angst and you’re more than welcome to ignore this but I think it would be so interesting

(Nonbinary reader pls as well)

I don't think I'm very good at angst but here u go pls enjoy and I'm sorry if it's shit🙏👍

tw: death, heavy gore mentioned, like a lot, reader is dying so they're not really there, angst, you die (!) so there's that, Nolan is kind of a dick, sad ending

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It hadn't been very long since you were left there. You could tell because almost nothing in your body healed yet. Most of, if not all of your bones had been broken, fractured or missing and you could barely feel any of your limbs.

The only thing you could feel was your hands. Often times, on your missions you needed to fight or use your hands, and so you made it a habit to heal your hands before the rest of your body. Of course, this was before you were kidnapped.

They weren't totally healed: you still had a few fingernails missing, your left pinky was crooked, and your palms didn't have any skin. But compared to the rest of your body, they were the most intact.

You tried to move your legs but they were shredded. In fact, only your right leg was there, as the other had been ripped off. What was left of the right leg was just a hunk of meat: Nolan had ripped out your femur since you decided to run away. They were slowly growing back, you could feel them there, but it was a slow proccess.

As soon as you could feel some sensation in your neck, you turned your head, looking around to see if there was anything you had missed in the basement. There was the chair, a few empty boxes, and a mirror.

There wasn't a mirror there before. You struggled to get onto your forearms, ignoring the crunching noises of your bones as you dragged yourself to the wall. When you tried to push yourself up, you fell back down, as you remembered your spine didn't completly heal.

You waited a few moments, and focused all of your energy on your back. You counted the beat to your favorite songs, one of the best ways for you to heal quicker as you found. You kept counting, kept switching songs, but... nothing was working. Sure, you were able to flail your arms around a bit, along with moving... what's left of your leg, but it wasn't going back to the way it used to be. It was completly severed, you felt, but where you would feel ligaments and muscles and bones morph and fuse back together, there was nothing.

After a few minutes, you stop trying. Pain meant nothing to you at this point: you've been torn apart and put back together again more times than you could count, but it felt... weird. Like you were a piece of paper slowly drifting down, swaying side to side until you finally met the ground.

As everything went dark, you stopped thinking about Nolan, about Mark, and even Debbie. It didn't matter now. You were going to be free.

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Before bed, Nolan had Mark go with him to see his "ill behaved sibling," as he put it. The basement was more dingy and dark than he remembered it to be. Besides the smell of iron and blood, there wasn't the usual groan or crunch or curse from you. In fact, when Nolan got completely downstairs, he basically flew over to you.

"Get up."

Mark stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring down at your dismembered body. Unlike other times that Nolan had punished you, you weren't fully healed or even partially. Almost every single wound that you had hours earlier in the day were still there, and it looked like you had dragged yourself around the room from all the blood on the floor.

When you didnt move, Nolan kicked you, hard. Mark was expecting you to say something, do something, maybe at least try to fight back, but you didn't. You just sat there, bleeding all over the place. It made him think something was wrong

At this point, Nolan was obviously pissed. He picked you up by your neck, and held you above him, dangling your body in front of him.

"Dad, I think-"

"Let me handle this, Mark."

"You think you can just pretend to be dead so you can get out of being punished? You were the one who ran away, not me."

He tossed you across the room, letting you hit the wall and slide down unceremoniously. He then floated all the way back up the stairs, before looking back to Mark.

"Good luck trying to get them up."

And with that, he left. Mark stood there for a moment, before he rushed over to you.

"_____, I'm so sorry, I didn't think he would be that mad, I-"

When you didnt look at him, he stopped. He shook you, trying to get your attention, but your eyes were glassy. Empty.

"_____?"

You didnt awnser. Mark kept asking you, shaking you, moving you, but you weren't responding. Not even with a kick or a shout or anything.

It was when he couldn't feel your heartbeat when he started to panic.

"I know you're- you're upset, but cmon, it's just me!" He pleaded, shaking your body again and again. "Dads not here, he's upstairs, somewhere, it's just me!"

You didn't react. You just sat there, pressed up against the wall, looking like a ghost. Mark sat next to you, holding the remains of your hand.

"I'll sit with you, OK? Until you feel better. Don't worry, I don't mind. It's not like I'm doing anything."

He laughed to himself, before he squeezed your hand.

"Please heal soon. I miss you."

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sorry if that sucked ass but oh well

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Clean Lovin' (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer and Reader have sex in the shower.  

Request: Spencer and Reader end up doing it in the shower because Spencer is a horny little shit and can’t keep his hands to himself Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Shower sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, mild blasphemy, religious themes (confession)  Word Count: 1k

MASTERLIST

Showers are meant to be cleansing. Within glossy tiles and ornate fabric, there lies the confession, the begging to be cleansed. 

Sometimes, though, forgiveness is not the only thing that’s sought. Sometimes, it is the intimacy of letting someone else see you still dripping with evidence of your humanity; the vulnerability of asking someone else to wash the sins from your skin. 

But if that afternoon rinse was about cleanliness, Spencer didn’t get the message. 

He has no qualms with cleaning you. In fact, he covers his hands with soap and starts touching you before your hair is even fully wet. 

You almost chastise him for his eagerness, but it’s hard to find any fault in him when his hands are warm when they glide over sensitive skin. 

He is gentle—at first. Even when he massages the knotted muscles of your back, he is careful to keep you happy and pliant.

Once he’s finished with your back, he makes it clear he’s moving on. With his palms against your breasts, he pulls you closer until you rest against his chest. 

At the same time, though, he slips his already aching cock between the wet, pillowy skin of your thighs. His fingers press tighter against your chest, massaging the tissue betwixt devilish fingers. 

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath but directly into your ear, “You’re so soft.” 

His hips buck between your legs, but his fingers continue to rub lazy, undulating circles around your breasts. 

You can hardly breathe, and you know it wasn’t from the steam. The same way that you know the lukewarm water can’t burn the way his hands do. Still, you try to keep your wits about you. 

There were still parts of you that Spencer hadn’t paid enough attention to… yet. 

“I think they’re clean, Spencer,” you chuckle. 

His hands stop but they don’t move away. Instead, he crushes your bodies together without moving. The leftover soap stuck between you makes your skin slick enough that you have to brace yourself with a hand on the wall. 

It was a good thing you do, too, because Spencer’s response nearly brings you to your knees. 

Through clenched teeth, he growls, “There’s nothing clean about what I want to do to you right now.” 

You can’t speak, so you answer with a pitiful whimper. He rewards the sound with a wandering hand. While he continues to worship one breast, his other hand glides down your stomach until it settles at the space between your legs. 

He cups your heat and pants heavily in your ear. His hips continue to grind against you, continuing to enjoy the softer parts of you. 

After a moment of fervent appreciation, his fingers move between heated folds. There, within the warmth of you, he finds a wetness unlike the water flowing down your bodies. 

“Fuck,” he groans again. His fingers sink deeper inside you, exploring and enjoying the ease with which you accept him. His breath is heavier, his tone is darker as he continues, “You’re this wet, and you’re teasing me?” 

“I’m sorry,” you choke. 

You give in immediately because there is nothing you want more than for him to continue. This is your confession, your begging to be cleansed. 

“If you’re really sorry…” he whispers with a trembling voice that betrays his stoicism. 

He wants you just as badly as you want him. You can feel the shared desire pulsing between your legs. You can feel his lust in the form of a firm hand pressing hard between your shoulder blades. 

“Bend over,” he orders. 

You are eager to obey. You are sad for the distance it requires, but you are happy to feel his hands on your hips. He does it to hold you steady, but he also uses it as an excuse to dig his fingers into your skin until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Spencer’s hand abandons you in favor of his cock. He strokes himself with the same hand that had been inside you, and he savors the feeling of your obedience. 

Slowly, he presses himself against your entrance. He gives a few small thrusts, fighting the resistance caused by the water as it tries to wash away sinful feelings. It fails. With one brutal thrust, Spencer forces himself to the hilt inside you. Over the water, you hear the way his moans echo in the stall. 

“That���s my girl,” he strains between breaths,  “Let me take care of you.” 

He throws his head back at the same time his hips thrust forward. Each motion is intensified by the way he moves you just as much as he moves himself. Every time his hips snap forward, he forces yours back.

He fucks you with a bruising force. He’s rewarded once more with the sounds of your pleasure. With pathetic mewls and guttural sobs, you sing his praise. 

He tries to stay gentle, but he can’t control himself when he sees—he feels—all of your limbs shaking. He is watching you come undone, so vulnerable and still seeking depravity.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he growls, “You want me to make you dirty?” 

“Yes,” you answer without thinking, “Yes, I want you to make me whatever you want.” 

The mindless confession, the desperation in your voice sends him into a frenzy. His thrusts somehow become even more ruthless. Your feet are barely able to stay on the ground from the sheer force of his hips against yours. 

You cry out his name in different variations. “Spencer,” you say at times, “Oh, God,” you say at another. 

All you know is that you can’t take it much longer. You’re about to collapse, to fall into the oceans of endless bliss. 

Just before you fall limp in his arms, however, he joins you where you are. His arms wrap around you; his hands cradle your chest with love instead of lust. He relieves your weary muscles of the strain and holds you against his chest, instead. 

With a staggered thrust, he fills you. You feel the gentle throbbing, the pooling warmth that feels like salvation. He continues with lazy movements. He bucks tired hips into you because he can’t bear to let you go just yet. 

Eventually, though, he does. He settles you on shaky legs. 

He once again fills his hands with soap. 

Spencer is the one to fall to his knees. He kneels beside you and works his trembling hands over your thighs. He cares for you, cleans you with the utmost tenderness, exactly as he’d promised he would. 

When he is finished, he presses a hard kiss against clean, pillowy skin. 

“Still so soft,” he hums against your thigh. 

“And clean,” you laugh. 

That is, until he answers, “For now.” 

It isn’t the worst fate. 

There will always be other showers.

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Come Lean Your Back on Me (Part 2)

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: 95 Line (pneumonia)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 4,436 | Part 1

CW: hospital (nothing too graphic, but much of this takes place there)

Notes: First and foremost I don't know how oxygen masks work, and there are probably many medical inaccuracies. Second, this was my first real two part-er fic, and I'm so excited to share the conclusion with you. To the anon that sent this ask initially, thank you. This one's been a delight to write.

Seungcheol was barely asleep when he heard his door burst open. He was in the middle of contemplating if the cold medicine he’d taken before bed wasn’t actually the nighttime variety he’d intended to take because he didn’t feel sleepy at all when that stuff usually knocked him out. It also occurred to him that while he didn’t feel sleepy, he was so, so tired. Everything limb felt heavy, every muscle sore. His thoughts were hazy. And yet he just couldn’t fall asleep. 

So he was somewhere in the middle of asleep and awake when the door opened, and his leader instincts kicked in on autopilot. He had already switched on the lamp when Mingyu appeared at his bedside. 

Squinting against the light, Mingyu looked scared. “Hyung. You need to come. It’s Shua.”

Seungcheol sat up, ignoring the protesting ache in his muscles; autopilot was really working to his advantage right now. “What’s wrong?” He silently thanked the universe that the meds he’d taken were at least dulling his symptoms so that his sickness wasn’t obvious when his dongsaeng needed him. 

“He’s really sick.” Well shit. “Seokmin thinks hospital.”

“Hospital?!” Seungcheol threw back his covers and swung himself out of bed, shaking his head to clear a wave of dizziness. 

Mingyu nodded. “His temp was 39.6.” Seungcheol froze, staring at Mingyu in shock. The younger man nodded again in earnest. “And he said he couldn’t breathe. He’s coughing real bad.” 

It was Seungcheol’s turn to nod as he started moving towards the hall again. His hand skimmed against the wall, keeping him steady. But he made sure it was only his fingertips and not a full lean so Mingyu wouldn’t worry more than he already was. He didn’t stop until he reached Joshua’s room, feeling Mingyu on his heels as he rounded the doorframe. 

Seokmin was still cradling Joshua in his arms, half standing, half kneeling on the bed. He looked more terrified than Seuncheol had ever seen him as he clutched tightly to Joshua’s body, the elder mumbling incoherently despite looking like he was fast asleep. 

“Hyung.” Seokmin’s voice was little more than a sob. “Please. Help me.”

*

Seungcheol did not like being the one who had to go to the hospital with his members when they were hurt or sick. He hated watching other people poke and prod at his brothers, hated how they ignored their cries of pain or needs for comfort, even though he knew they were just doing their job. He hated seeing his brother so fragile. 

But he also refused to be left behind, to be anywhere but by his brothers’ side in their time of need. 

Still. It sucked to watch the paramedics carry Joshua’s body from the ambulance as if he were nothing more than a sack of potatoes. It hurt watching the nurses flock around him, hands fluttering between an IV, blood draws, all of it. The worst was the mask, the fucking oxygen mask cause Joshua couldn’t fucking breathe. Cause how had he, Seungcheol, let it get this bad? How had he missed this? Sure, he’d known Joshua was sick; they’d both joked about Jeonghan’s overcommitment to the phrase ‘sharing is caring.’ But it was just a cold. Not… this. The thought ‘why didn’t Joshua say something?’ also crossed his mind, but the answer came just as quick: ‘you haven’t said anything either, so look who’s talking.’ 

But the absolute worst came after the mask; was having to sit back and watch Joshua come to and have a panic attack because of the confusion of waking up in an unknown space with a plastic dome strapped to his face. Listening to the heart rate monitor shrieking in time with his member’s anxiety. His view of his dear friend suddenly distorted from the nurses flurrying around.

Seungcheol couldn’t sit anymore. He jumped to his friend’s side, grabbed the hand closest to him. “It’s alright, I’m here, I’m here, just breathe,” the leader soothed in English, his fingers wrapping around Joshua’s hands and pulling them away from the plastic mask. “You need it, sweetheart. You’re sick, and this is making you better, I promise.” When Joshua’s fingers stilled, Seungcheol released his hands, instead pressing back on Joshua’s shoulders, finding very little resistance. “Lay back, that’s it. You need to let your body heal. Don’t fight it.” Joshua whimpered, unable to talk. “I know. It sucks, baby. But I’m right here.”

Joshua nodded, tears running down his cheeks, getting lost in the plastic lining of the oxygen mask. The heart rate monitor slowed to a near steady beat. The nurses gave them a fraction more space. 

Seungcheol took Joshua’s hand again. Squeezed it tight. The leader nodded approvingly when he felt a faint squeeze back. 

And then, without warning, all the color drained from Seuncheol’s face, and he collapsed to the floor, fingers going slack as they slipped away from Joshua’s hand. 

*

Jeonghan was already splayed across the couch when Chan walked in the next morning. The younger man expected his hyung to be cooped up in his room most of the day, nursing the cold he’d been suffering through the night before. The humidifier seemed to have helped; Chan had heard significantly less ‘sick person’ noise after their exchange. But, looking at Jeonghan now, Chan wasn’t so sure. The older vocalist looked incredibly pale with the exception of a pink flush dusting his cheeks and nose. Even the positioning of his body looked pained; Chan couldn’t fully explain how that was true, but just, something about the pajama pants and old hoodie and the one leg bent with the other straight and the arm thrown across his eyes… Jeonghan looked the epitome of suffering. 

As if to qualify Chan’s inner thoughts, Jeonghan groaned, pathetic as anything. 

The younger man snorted. “You good there, hyung?”

Jeonghan begrudgingly removed the arm he had thrown across his eyes. “I have forgotten what it is like to smell and taste things.” His voice was thick with disuse and the build up of all the gross the medicine hadn’t cleared yet. 

Chan outright chuckled this time, shaking his head. “I would ask how you slept, but it’s clear from the level of drama that it wasn’t well.” Jeonghan attempted to throw a pillow at him, missing terribly. Chan chuckled again. “Did the humidifier help at all?”

“It helped a lot, actually. Thank you,” Jeonghan answered, a genuine smile replacing his petulant scowl. “It helped me breathe through the pain.” He sniffled dramatically for emphasis.

“Then what kept you awake?”

“Everything huuurtsssss,” Jeonghan whined, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. Chan pouted sympathetically as he moved to sit on the couch opposite Jeonghan. “Seriously, every part of my body aches.”

“I can only imagine. My whole body hurts too, and I’m not even sick on top of that,” Chan replied, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, you try three days of concerts with the cold from hell…”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed. “Three days? Hyung, you’ve been sick for three days?”

Jeonghan nodded, sniffling. “Yeah?”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?”

A shrug. “Did it matter?”

Chan shrugged this time. “I mean, yeah. The weather’s been so shitty. That had to be terrible for you.”

Jeonghan scoffed, the noise upsetting his sore throat and prompting a cough. “It is what it is. I’m just glad it was me and not someone else.”

“That’s not the point.” 

“Well I don’t have anything else to say on the topic. So pick another one, or leave me to my wallowing.”

Chan rolled his eyes, pulling his phone from his hoodie pocket. Silence spread between them for only a moment before Chan opened the group chat…

“Oh shit.” Jeonghan glanced over in curiosity, getting worried when he saw the way Chan sat forward, staring at his phone. “Have you seen the group chat?”

“No?”

“Shua’s in the hospital.” 

Jeonghan sat up faster than either of them thought possible with an unrestrained, “WHAT?!” He instantly regretted shouting so loud, and moving so fast, as he was hit with a coughing fit that wasn’t helped at all by a violent wave of dizziness. Chan stood up, ready to help, but Jeonghan waved him off, swallowing harshly. He motioned for Chan to explain more. 

The maknae looked back at his phone, worrying at his lower lip. “I don’t know much. Kyeomie messaged around 2 in the morning that one of the managers was on their way to take Joshua to the hospital. That he’d found him burning up and struggling to breathe. And Seungcheollie was going to go with them.” Chan looked up at Jeonghan, looking young and scared. “Cheollie then messaged later that everything’s fine, they’ve got Shua stable and on an IV for meds and fluids, but tests still haven’t come back to tell us what’s wrong.” Jeonghan didn’t know what to say to comfort him. Especially when he watched the younger man scrutinizing him closer. “Come to think of it, hyung, haven’t you been experiencing the same symptoms?”

Jeonghan shrugged, attempting to act casual. “I can breathe moderately well, thank you…”

“But like…” Chan shook his head, trying to scramble together words. “What if you have the same bug? What if you eventually need to go the…”

“Channie-bug, I promise you, I’m fine.” The cough that followed his statement was an absolute contradiction, but Jeonghan waved it off. “It’s nothing more than a bad cold. I’ve had worse. We all have. And, honestly…” He shook his head, the quirk of his lips revealing inner thoughts he didn’t want to say out loud. “I got Shuji sick in the first place…”

“Hyung…”

Jeonghan held up a hand, unwilling to allow Chan to either badger him about going to the doctor too or assure him Joshua being hospitalized wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t sure which one he actually needed more right now, and wasn’t willing to think about either. “BUT! Just because it is the same bug doesn’t mean shit. Germs hit people differently, ya know? My immune system may be in the trenches right now, but it’s still kicking. Besides, Cheol said Shuji’s stable, yeah? Sometimes all you need are those good hospital meds and you’re good as new.” 

“I guess…”

“Channie.” The younger man looked up, surprised by the serious tone in his hyung’s voice. As unwell as he looked, Jeonghan’s stare was one of the most comforting things Chan could remember seeing in a long time. “I swear to you that I feel okay at this moment. I will let you, or someone else if you aren’t here, know that second that changes, if it changes. Okay?”

Chan nodded, his hyung’s resolve reassuring him. “Okay.”

But the voice of worry inside him didn’t completely disappear. 

*

When Seungcheol came to, he was confused. He heard unfamiliar voices. There was a beeping sounding from somewhere close by. The lights were harsher than the ones at the dorm or the studio. Harsher than stage lights, really. Maybe that had to do with the white walls and floors and ceilings…

There were hands pulling at him. He felt distant from his own body, as if he were simply a child’s toy. He allowed his body to be manipulated by the hands, trusting them fully.

The hands pushed and pulled into a seated position. Since when was he lying down?

The hands attempted to pull him to his feet. His legs crumpled. The hands caught him. Kept him up. 

It felt nice to be supported by the hands. 

Then everything went dark again.

*

Joshua watched the nurses scrape Seungcheol up from the floor. His hand, the one Seungcheol had only just been holding, was still reaching towards his leader, his friend, his brother. Joshua felt helpless, unable to speak or move or do anything but watch as his Cheollie was dragged out of the room. Away from him. 

Joshua was crying, trying to be quiet about it. Cheollie needed the doctor’s attention now. 

Still, one of the nurses had stayed with him, and she frowned. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. He’s in the best place possible to faint, yeah?” Joshua looked up at her, eyes so round and misty and scared and confused and… the nurse had never fully gotten used to seeing that look on her patients. It still broke her heart. But it also reminded her why she’d pursued this job in the first place. “I promise you, your friend is in good hands. I need you to focus on you right now. The best thing you can do for him is allow your own body to heal, okay? And I’m here to help you do that. Sound good?” 

Joshua nodded. 

The nurse smiled. “Great. Now, I can either tell you what’s happening or not. Sometimes people don’t want to know. Do you want me to explain what’s going on?” Joshua nodded. “We’re still waiting on some tests, but you have an advanced upper repository infection. Likely pneumonia. Your breathing was really unstable when you arrived, and that’s why we need you to wear that mask for at least fifteen more minutes. Then we’ll be able to judge how best to treat you. Does that make sense?” Joshua nodded again, but the nurse saw that his eyes had once again welled up with tears. She clicked her tongue, grabbing his hand gently, rubbing her thumb over his skin. She felt Joshua give her a tiny squeeze back. “How can I help?” She mimed removing the mask so he could talk. 

Joshua’s other hand was shaking as he lifted the oxygen mask and whispered, “I want my mom.”

The nurses felt her heart constrict with sympathy “I can call her? Ask her to come visit?”

Joshua shook his head, his face screwing up as he let the mask fall back into place. “I can’t…”

“His mom lives in the United States.” The nurse jumped as Joshua’s manager appeared next to her. Of course he was still here; she’d forgotten about him while focused on her patient. But she nodded in understanding. 

The manager moved to Joshua’s other side, running a soothing hand through his hair. “I know it’s so hard to not have your mom close right now, bud. How about we Facetime her in a few hours?” Joshua nodded, but the tears didn’t stop. The manager smiled warmly, still working his fingers through Joshua’s hair. The nurse couldn’t help but smile too. 

*

“So let me get this straight.” Soonyoung clasped his hands together, pointing them somewhat accusingly at Jeonghan. “You, Seuncheol, and Joshua all got sick before the concert and didn’t tell anyone. You performed all three days. Now, both Cheollie and Shua were admitted to the hospital due to complications from that illness, and you think you don’t need to go too?”

Jeonghan shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Soonyoung threw his hands up in defeat, looking to Wonwoo for back up. The rapper shrugged. “Why not, hyung?” To be fair, Wonwoo was hardly awake and had just walked in for a cup of coffee when he’d been dragged into the living room by Soonyoung and Chan. 

Jeonghan shrugged again. “I’m just built different.” The hacking cough that followed his statement did nothing to inspire confidence. 

“He’s been doing that all morning. All night too,” Chan added helpfully (or unhelpfully from Jeonghan’s perspective.) 

Wonwoo blinked as both Soonyoung and Chan looked at him expectantly, (obviously, Soonyoung had tried his bit and it hadn’t worked.) The taller man shrugged. “If hyung doesn’t want to go to the hospital, we can’t force him to.” Soonyoung scoffed in frustration, spinning on his heels and out of the room. Chan simply pouted at Wonwoo, obviously attempting to change his mind. 

“See, this is why you’re my favorite,” Jeonghan said. 

“Why’s he your favorite?” Seungkwan asked as he joined the group. 

Chan crossed his arms over his chest in a huff. “Because hyung’s being a stubborn jerk.” Seungkwan’s eyes slid to Jeonghan. From the way his brow furrowed, Jeonghan realized Chan and Soonyoung had just found their next ally. 

“What, do I look that good?” the elder vocalist joked. Seungkwan straight up frowned at  the sound of his voice. Jeonghan sighed. Today was going to be a long day… unless he just… gave into their suggestions…

But Jeonghan knew he couldn’t do that. Sure, Soonyoung and Chan and Seungkwan were currently frustrated with him. That was just a disguise for their worry, though, their fear. it was unsettling to have not one, but two of their hyungs already down for the count. And in such a scary way too; hospital was never a word anyone wanted to hear. So Jeonghan had to stay strong. He couldn’t deny being sick, that ship had sailed, but he knew he wasn’t hospital-level sick. And his members, his younger brothers, needed to know he was okay. 

So Jeonghan would be okay. 

*

The second time Seungcheol came to, he was incredibly confused. He still had no idea where he was. The lights were still too harsh to be the ones in the dorms. The bed beneath him and the blankets tucked over him certainly weren’t his own. Wait. When had he laid down in a bed? When had he fallen asleep? When…? Where…? Why…?

“Don’t think too hard.”

Seungcheol turned his head to the side to see Jeonghan curled up in a chair next to his bed. The vice leader was wearing hospital-issued pajamas, the shirt sleeves sticking out of a sweatshirt Seungcheol recognized as Wonwoo’s. He was also wearing fuzzy socks that were obviously Hoshi’s, given their black and orange striped pattern. 

“What… the fuck?” Seungcheol managed to whisper. His voice was raspy, caught on a lump in his throat that made him cough. 

Jeonghan snorted. “Hey, watch your language. This is a hospital.”

“Hospital?”

Jeonghan nodded. “You and a manager brought Shuji here in the wee hours of the morning. You insisted on staying with him after he was admitted. You passed out pretty soon after that. Turns out the stress of seeing Shua sent your temperature through the roof.”

Seungcheol blinked slowly, his brain struggling to retain all of that information. He swallowed, wincing. “How do you know all that?” “I don’t.” Jeonghan shrugged, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “But it seems likely enough, right?” 

“He’s right.” Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s attention snapped to the door where Joshua was leaning against the frame. He was pulling an IV pole with him as he entered, but it didn’t slow him at all as he moved immediately to the bed, climbing in next to Seungcheol, curling up against his friend’s side. “You did pass out. Just for a second, but it really freaked us all out.”

Seungcheol paused, settling his arms around Joshua, appreciating the feeling of having his friend so close. A memory tugged at his mind: Joshua with the oxygen mask. Joshua looked better than that memory; he didn’t look quite so weak and helpless, a little more like himself. Definitely still pale, still unwell, but more Joshua. 

“Why are we all in the hospital?” Seungcheol asked, blinking blearily between his friends. 

“Pneumonia,” Joshua answered, resting his head against Seungcheol’s shoulder. Seungcheol’s eyes widened comically. His heart monitor picked up speed. He looked to Jeonghan for confirmation. The vocalist nodded sadly. 

The leader turned back to Joshua. “You’re kidding.” Joshua shook his head. Seungcheol’s head fell back against his pillow, incredulous. “I thought that… isn’t that only when you get, like, water in your lungs?”

“That’s one way, yeah, but it’s also just the worse form of a cold,” Jeonghan said. “Which, I will admit, I gave you both. So, sorry about that.” 

“No, you can’t take the blame like that,” Joshua replied, shaking his head against Seungcheol’s chest, either unable or unwilling to life his head. “We all chose to perform despite feeling icky.”

“Icky?” Jeonghan smirked. 

Joshua waved a hand, hitting him virtually. “You got a better word for it?”

Jeonghan laughed, the sound bubbling into a particularly phlegmy cough. He shook his head, rubbing at his chest. “Nah, you’re exactly right.”

“Wait, how come you aren’t IV’d or anything?” Seungcheol asked suddenly, lifting his head up to fully confirm the statement’s truth. 

Jeonghan shrugged. “My body’s just better. I’m just here for fun.”

“Liar,” Joshua snapped. 

“Fine! I pulled a muscle coughing earlier and Channie cried so I agreed to come here.” 

“Channie saw your muscle pull?” Seungcheol asked in amazement.

“No.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “You can’t actually the muscle pull, dummy. Channie saw me double over in pain after a coughing fit, and wouldn’t stop crying until I let them bring me here.” 

Seungcheol’s eyes widened dramatically. “You traumatized Channie?!” 

“Why are you acting like I’m a criminal?”

“Because you committed CRIMES! You made Channie CRY!” The yelling made him cough, but Seungcheol deemed it worth it. 

“Not on purpose!”

“I’m mad you don’t have an IV,” Seungcheol said matter-of-factly. 

“And the truth comes out…” 

“He’s not as cool as us,” Joshua said, snuggling closer to Seungcheol.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Actually, I AM cooler than both of you. They didn’t give me an IV cause I’m not cooking as high as you two…”

“Cooking?!” Seungcheol interrupted.

“Wait, we have to cook? Isn’t that…” Joshua squinted between the two. “Didn’t you two got banned from…”

Jeonghan waved his hand, cutting them both off. “Bad metaphor, bad metaphor.  My fever’s lower and I’m not in danger of dehydrating. Thus, no IV. While you two jokers are more touch and go. I got a medication drip when they brought me in, but the nurse took it out when it was done, and she said they’ll probably do another one later. But I guess I’m just not as high maintenance as you guys.” Seungcheol scoffed, muttering something about how that just wasn’t true. Jeonghan smirked. “They didn’t need to put me on oxygen either.”

“Shut uuuuuuppp. It was only for a little bit…” Joshua whined, closing his eyes as if remembering a terrible ordeal. 

Seungcheol turned to him. “That’s what the mask was for?” Joshua whined again, a weak hand hitting Seungcheol’s arm. “I’m not mad at you! I really had no idea.”

“There’s no way you didn’t know that,” Jeonghan replied. “Younghwan-nim said you kept muttering about the ‘damn oxygen mask.’”

Seungcheol blinked. “Doesn’t sound like me. I don’t swear in hospitals.”

Joshua laughed, gently smacking the leader’s chest. Jeonghan laughed too. Seungcheol giggled with them. 

Their joy was interrupted by the sound of a terse ‘ahem’ from the doorway. All three members looked up like criminals caught in the act. One of their managers, Younghwan, the first to arrive and now only one left at the hospital with them, was standing with a look of expectation, not quite disappointed but also not quite pleasant either. 

“You guys can’t do anything alone, can you?” he asked. Despite using the joke commonly associated with the 95’s, his tone wasn’t light at all. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua all remained silent, staring, like little kids waiting for punishment after stealing snacks before dinner. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, meeting each boy’s eyes with a look so sincerely hurt, they couldn’t even fathom lying.

“I’m the leader. What would it look like if…” Seungcheol cut himself off, shaking his head. “I thought I could push through for the sake of my team.”

The attention shifted to Jeonghan. “I genuinely thought it was just a cold. Something smaller that didn’t need to even be addressed cause there were bigger issues at hand.”

Joshua’s turn. “Same as Jeonghan. What’s a sore throat compared to a twisted ankle?”

Younghwan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, aware how judgmental that looked but unable to help it. “I hear you guys, I do. But… just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you’re invincible, yeah? You can be sick just like everyone else. You wouldn’t let Chan or Seokmin or Jihoon perform while sick, would you?”

“Not if I could help it,” Seungcheol answered while Jeonghan and Joshua shook their heads. 

“Then you have to hold yourselves to the same standards. At least tell me, yeah?” All three members nodded. Younghwan nodded too. “Okay, good talk. You know, it really sucks to have to scold you when you’re literally in the hospital, right? Why do you have to make my job harder?” 

Jeonghan smiled at the teasing tone creeping into their manager’s voice. “Go big or go home, right?” 

*

All three were, thankfully, released from the hospital within the next 48 hours, mostly out of an abundance of caution. Sure, the damn oxygen mask had made a reappearance, but this time Joshua was at least coherent enough to put it on himself, and stayed awake and semi-active in Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s conversation while it was on. Sure, Seungcheol had woken up screaming from fever-induced night terrors twice, but this time he had Jeonghan and Joshua to sooth him out of it. Sure, the real pain of a pulled abdominal muscle reared its ugly head after the fact, but Jeonghan didn’t feel the need to hide his true suffering, allowing himself to be fussed over by his friends and the medical professionals. It wasn’t fun by any means, but being together in the hospital made everything feel less… icky. 

Upon returning home, they had strict orders to rest until they’d been completely fever free for at least another 48 hours, and a medication schedule that had quite literally broken Hansol’s brain when they’d tried explaining it to him (to be fair, Hansol had made the mistake of asking after rehearsal when his brain was already fried.) Sure, their members were panicky and overbearing, smothering them in cuddles and their own personal healing remedies, hardly letting them lift a finger because ‘the doctor said you have to rest.’ Sure, it was almost laughable seeing them freeze over a smallest cough or having to ask permission to get up simply go to the bathroom. 

But it was all love. Mingyu called each their families to confirm their favorite comfort foods, double checking he had the recipes right. Soonyoung had insisted on them wearing his fuzzy socks (despite Minghao’s protests that this was really just a campaign for the horanghae agenda.) Seokmin peeked into each of his hyung’s rooms every night, just to make sure they were breathing. 

They would see to it that their hyungs could never hide their suffering from them like that again. And Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua were determined to prove them right. 

[cookiethebirdthing]

Worlds Apart

A story about Maribel Hearn being unwell below the break. Check the trigger warnings before deciding if you want to read.

She was being questioned again. It happened so many times before. Renko would question her. Would question her experiences. Why? Why did she seek to hurt her?

Maribel closed the video stream. She couldn’t do this right now. She wanted to say something. She wanted to let her friend know how much she hurt. She wanted to shout at her, belittle her, ruin her. It was always the same. No one ever believed her. Could she not speak for her own thoughts? Apparently not.

How could she know what she thought and felt? She didn’t know any more who she was than a passerby on the street who caught mere glimpses of her. Perhaps even then, they could trust their own subjective experiences. What a luxury they took for granted. To be able to trust their own world. That everything around them was solid— real. That no matter what, there were objective truths in this world that remained constant.

How fucking lucky they were. When one can trust neither their external world nor their internal one, what do they have to turn to? What is reality to such a being?

She wanted to cry. To punch a wall. To punch Renko. To truly, irrevocably, and unforgivably hurt her. For now, she blocked her. She didn’t block her. She couldn’t. She needed Renko to see. To talk to her, to apologize to her. For trying to take away what little she had. For trying to destroy her reality.

She muted the notifications in the messaging app. She didn’t want to hear a single thing from that piece of shit’s mouth. It’s not like she cared anyway. Fighting her tensing muscles, she placed it down gently on the floor. Maybe had she the money…

When all the things that make one human are stripped away, what is left? She felt human. Did she? Was she? Were she to ask someone what made one a human, the only response she would get is a stab to the heart. How could she even mistake herself for one? If all but her could claim the title of human, then clearly it was no title to hold dear at all.

And yet, it was those differences that brought her to this same place again and again. Across the shimmering, moonlit ocean she stared. What was out there? What was left? Should she plunge into the abyss? Would she ever resurface? It wasn’t for her. Not yet. Not until the last of the world was blanketed in the uncaring sea.

She turned back—back to the glimmering city she called home. All the marvels of the current day packed into a pretty little box of unending exploitation. There she sat on the floor in the center of it all, the closet door locked tight and the dim lights above her struggling to illuminate her own hands.

The darkness around her twisted and snarled, enveloping her. That was fine. It didn’t matter, not when there was nothing left to feel. It was all so distant. At some point, the light had turned off. She had been the one to do it. Like a turbulent sea, the world buffeted against her. The thin pane of reality she was left on buckled under her weight. Her vision wavered, maybe. There was no stillness to be had in such a place.

It was doubled, she realized. Everything. Another dimension maybe. She wiped her glasses, but it didn’t help at all. She could see it. The lines and shadows fell apart before her eyes. She could— 

A high-pitched noise cut through her world, shattering it into place. She blinked. It was all still there, but… normal again. Maribel frowned, looking down at the tablet whence the noise originated. She picked it up and unlocked the screen. Renko had messaged her. She had messaged her a lot. She guessed from the timestamps that about an hour had passed.

hey are you okay ,, merry ? Merry i m.sorry if I said the wrong thing please respond when you see this i understand if your mad i just wanted t o say im sorry only message back if u feel up 2 it <3

Maribel tapped the text area, causing a keyboard to pop up.

Hey, I’m fine. Don’t

She held the backspace button until the draft message was cleared. Then she held it a few moments longer. She stared at the blinking cursor for a while.

💜

She pressed enter before turning off the tablet.