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How Crawl Space Encapsulation Protects Your Home: Expert Solutions from Hawk Crawlspace & Foundation Repair
Your home is more than just a place to live—it’s an investment that requires regular care and maintenance. One often overlooked area is the crawl space, which, when left untreated, can cause significant structural and environmental issues. This is where Crawl Space Encapsulation comes into play, a proven method to safeguard your home from moisture damage, mold growth, and even pest invasions.
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What Is Crawl Space Encapsulation?
Crawl Space Encapsulation involves sealing your crawl space with a durable vapor barrier that covers the floor, walls, and sometimes the ceiling of the area. The goal is to create a dry, controlled environment that prevents moisture from seeping into your home’s foundation. This process can include adding insulation, sealing vents, and installing a dehumidifier to maintain optimal humidity levels.
Key Benefits of Crawl Space Encapsulation
1. Moisture Control
One of the primary purposes of Crawl Space Encapsulation is to reduce moisture in your home’s foundation. Excess moisture can lead to wood rot, structural damage, and mold growth, all of which can weaken your home and pose health risks. By encapsulating your crawl space, you ensure that moisture stays out, preserving the integrity of your foundation.
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The air inside your home is often affected by the condition of your crawl space. If the crawl space is damp and moldy, it can circulate unhealthy air throughout your living spaces. Crawl Space Encapsulation helps to prevent the buildup of mold, dust mites, and other allergens, leading to better indoor air quality.
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3. Energy Efficiency
When your crawl space is unsealed, cold air can enter during the winter months, making it harder to keep your home warm. Conversely, in the summer, humidity can seep in, making your cooling system work overtime. By sealing the crawl space, you prevent air leakage, which reduces your heating and cooling costs. An encapsulated crawl space creates a more energy-efficient home.
4. Pest Prevention
Unsealed crawl spaces are a common entry point for pests like rodents, termites, and insects. These critters can cause extensive damage to your home’s structure and even lead to costly repairs. Crawl Space Encapsulation acts as a barrier, preventing pests from gaining access to your home.
5. Increased Home Value
Potential buyers are more likely to invest in a home that is well-maintained and free of structural issues. An encapsulated crawl space is a strong selling point because it indicates that the home is protected from moisture, pests, and energy loss. By investing in Crawl Space Encapsulation, you not only protect your home but also increase its resale value.
Why Choose Hawk Crawlspace & Foundation Repair?
At Hawk Crawlspace & Foundation Repair, we understand the importance of maintaining a healthy, secure foundation for your home. Our team of experts specializes in Crawl Space Encapsulation, using the latest technology and materials to ensure long-lasting results. Here’s what sets us apart:
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cosmic-dust-poltergeist · 3 months ago
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Thinking about a forever teen Danny interacting with the batfam.. again lmao
[Pt 2 here]
The first time Danny interacted with a Bat was when he was squatting in what he assumed was an abandoned apartment in crime alley. Spoiler alert; it wasn't abandoned! It was, in fact, Red Hood's safe house.
Danny had been napping on the "surprisingly nice" bed, (The bed being so nice should have tipped him off, but he was so tired, damnit.) when Red Hood enters the room, startling Danny awake. They stare at each other for a minute, since neither expected to see another person there. Danny breaks the moment by diving off the bed, snatching up his backpack, and launching himself out the window he had crawled in from. Danny ignores the cussing and calling for him to wait.
Danny ain't no fool. Just because the world seems to be mostly accepting of metas and aliens, doesn't mean they're accepting of him. They haven't repealed the Ecto-Acts in the last 30 years. He refuses to be a lab rat for some shady government because a "hero" wants to "save" him. He's older than most of these fuckers in spandex, and is technically a king, so they got no authority over him.
"Kid! Come back!" Red Hood is keeping up rather well, but not well enough.
"Eat shit!" Danny shouts back before using his small size to squeeze into a space between 2 run down buildings that can't even count as an alley. Red Hood can't fit by a long shot, so he grapples to the roof, probably hoping to cut Danny off. Unfortunately for Red Hood, Danny isn't going that way or back. No, there's a secret passage entrance Danny throws himself through.
He doesn't like being down there. Too many undead roam the halls and can sense him. He's not sure how to help them and currently can't access the realms to ask Frostbite, so he just gives them some of his ectoplasum and tries to get out before their "Masters" notice him. He feels guilty every time.
But all in all, his first accidental Bat meeting was less than 10 minutes.
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The second Bat he "meets" is the stabby new Robin. Danny figured crime alley was a bust, so he'd try one of the nicer areas to not cross paths with Red Hood. Unfortunately, the shady building he decided to sleep in the rafters of got invaded by the Bats a few days later. He's not sure who else was there, but Robin ended up in the same rafters.
They stare at each other for a minute, just taking in the other person who's not supposed to be in these rafters. Robin is clearly sneaking in to bust the owners, and Danny looks like some scruffy homeless kid that was just sleeping.
"What are you doing here?" Robin whispers with a scowl.
"I was sleeping." Danny scowls right back.
"Why are you sleeping here?"
"What does it look like? Not all of us have sugar daddies, bird boy."
Was that mean? Yes. Should he act like the 44 year old he technically is? Yeah, but he's frozen at 14. He can be a brat. No one can stop him. And also, this is the second time a Bat has woken him up from a nap, the first time was only a week ago. He's not feeling very mature.
Robin grits his teeth before his com goes off, distracting him, and Danny takes advantage of that, grabs his shit and phases through the wall into the next building.
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The third time he meets a Bat is truly his undoing. He got stabbed in front of Nightwing during an attempted mugging. He hates the universe and totally blames Clockwork.
Danny was minding his own business when he got dragged into an alley by 3 drunk men. They're holding knives and trying their best to intimate him.
"Give us all your money."
"Do I look like I have money?" Danny snarks, waving a hand in a "look at me" way. Which, yeah, he's pulling off the homeless kid look really well with how dirty and worn out his clothes. No one in their right mind would look at him and think he has money.
"Hm. Well, if you don't have money, I can think of something else you can give us."
"Yeah, please struggle. It makes it more fun." Well, shit, Danny was not expecting to be grabbed by pedos. Danny bare gets to think about how it'll be good stress relief to break all the bones in their limbs before a tall shadowy figure drops from the roof and lands on the attacker farthest from him. The landing breaks the pedo's leg, his screamings about it are cut off by a sharp punch to the face.
When the shadowy figure straightens and is revealed to be Nightwing, pedo #2 charges him. Between how poorly it goes for him and all the puns and quips Nightwing is making, Danny can't help the giggles that slips out.
"You think this is funny, brat??" Pedo #3 shouts at him.
"Yeah. It's hilarious." Danny maliciously grins at him.
"Why you, just die, whore." And before Danny can question how HE's a whore, he's been stabbed. And it's a pretty good stab if you want to kill someone. It's a jagged downward stab, it nicks his heart and completely fucks up one of his lungs, and the guy even goes the extra step of pulling the knife out. All in all. The perfect stab to kill someone.
Unfortunately for him, Danny isn't just someone. He's already mostly dead, which means while it hurts like a bitch and it's hard to breath, it won't kill him. It does suck he coughs up some blood before he turns off his need to breathe.
Danny ignores the cussing and sounds of Nightwing breaking bones, probably panicking over just seeing "a kid get murdered". And unfortunately, no breathing means no talking in this form. So the poor guy can't be verbally told Danny's fine, and to stop freaking out. Good thing saying something isn't always needed.
Danny lets his eyes turn a glowing bright green before silently stepping to his would-be murderer.
"What?? What the fuck??" Pedo #3 screeches. Danny gives him a blood filled smile before reaching up, grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the knife. He breaks the guy's arm in less than a second, before slamming him into the disgusting alley ground and proceeds to break both of his legs. The way Danny crashed the bones in these limbs means the guy is never going to have full mobility again, but Danny can't even pretend to care. The man targeted what looked like a scrawny 14 year old homeless kid to rape and murder. If anything, Danny is letting him off easy.
"K-kid? Are you okay? What am I saying? Of course not." Nightwing frets and tries to get closer, but Danny is tired of... well everything, so he just turns and books it out of the alley. Danny ignores Nightwing's frantic shouting as he twists and turns out of the man's sight long enough to pull up his invisibility without outing the power. He watches a panicked Nightwing run by before tapping into his flight and taking off to the nearest graveyard. Sitting in the ambient ectoplasum there while drinking what he has left in his thermos will speed up his healing.
He'd so leave this shithole of a city if he could. But Lady Gotham won't let him go and he's positive Clockwork is working with her to keep him there. He doesn't know what they're planning, but he hates it already.
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After the stabbing, Nightwing and the other two must have spilled about him, because he's suddenly dodging Bats everywhere he goes. He starts developing even worse paranoia because they just won't take a hint.
Talking was a no go at first with his healing lung, but running away, swiping claws, biting, and throwing shit at them aren't exactly subtly "Leave Me The Fuck Alone!!" vibes. Once his lung is healed, you can add in cussing, hissing, spitting, and verbally telling them to fuck off. None of it works. It fact, Danny thinks they like the challenge, which is annoying, but slowly becoming amusing.
Though, even just the idea of him starting to enjoy something means the universe has to throw a curve ball. And this one takes the form of a scarecrow attack.
So admittedly, Danny had no idea what fear toxin would do to him, but Joker's toxins didn't do anything to him, so he thought it'd be the same shit. That was a stupid mistake on his part.
He didn't bother holding his breath when helping the Panicked Bats get civilians out of the attack radius. Any mask that was given to him was given to a civilian before he passed them off to someone with an antidote.
But to be fair, the effects of his mistake doesn't hit him til after the fight is over and the civilians are taken care of. It starts with his paranoia raising. He's suddenly eyeing the people and buildings around him. He can FEEL his parents' gaze on him, even though he knows that's impossible, they died because the portal finally blew up and took them and half the town with it. No one who died as humans from it became ghosts, and the people who were already ghosts died a second time. The only reason Danny and Tucker weren't there was because they were gift shopping for Jazz on the other side of town while Sam distracted her. It was one of the worst days of his life. It's tied with the day his parents vivisecting his ghost half and the day the GIW vivisected Vlad and him, and Vlad just straight up died from it in front of him.
That's relevant because Danny starts hallucinating a half melted Sam and Jazz (there were no bodies left behind, but his brain likes to torment him), he can't understand what they're trying to say to him, but there's the unmistakable sound of an ectoblaster echoing in his ear behind him and he... just bolts. The agents that vivisected him launch themselves at him (he doesn't process the "agents" look exactly the same as when he last saw them 24 years ago), but Danny is determined to NEVER be caught again.
He freezes when melted versions of his parents, wearing maniac grins and holding sparking weapons, cut him off. The moment they so much as twitch towards him, he bolts straight through a building using his intangibility.
A tiny part of his brain is trying to reason with him. There's no way anything he's seeing is real. This is what fear toxin is known to do. Stop and evaluate the situation!
But it's drownt out by the fear. And, ancients, is there a lot of fear. It suffocates his logical thoughts and makes him forget how to properly use his powers to escape.
He finds out later, it took the Bats 2 hours to get close enough to give him the antidote and another hour for it to kick in. They honestly thought it didn't work at first, because just like the toxin, the antidote took it's sweet time to work on him.
He crashed out hard once it did, though. Like, he fell unconscious and stopped breathing. It terrified the Bats and took them a minute to realize he's not actually dead. Well, full dead.
He finds out eventually that they originally thought he was a meta, but after all the weirdness he accidentally showed during the cat and mouse chase, they started to wonder if he was an alien. But the whole fear toxin incident convince them he escaped from some shady organization that experimented on him (not untrue) and killed his family. There's still a bet on if he's an alien or not, and that being why he was targeted.
Which is a fair conclusion, between his powers that seemingly make no sense and all his scars from fighting and being experimented on by both his parents And a shady government agency. It's especially fair after he has a major freak out coming to in the Batcave's med bay. The smells and medical equipment setting him off into a massive panic attack that leaves him behaving like a feral cat. He manages to squeeze himself into the small space between the top of the cabinets and the ceiling and growls at anyone so much as peeking into the room.
"Hey, kid. You're alright. You're safe." Nightwing tries and gets hissed at. He'd been trying for about 10 minutes to get him to come down. "Um, guys, maybe someone else should try. This isn't working. I don't think he likes me at all."
Black Bat steps into the room at his plea and waves Nightwing away. Once he's out of the room, she drops to the floor. The move confuses Danny enough to stop growling at her. He stares wide-eyed at her as she just lays full starfish on the floor.
"What are you doing?" He finally asks after 3 full minutes of silently staring at her.
"Laying."
"I see that, but why?"
"You're scared. I'm showing I'm not a threat." Black Bat sounds amused, but not malicious. Danny stares at her for another 2 minutes without blinking once.
"Why am I here?"
"You're scared. We want to help." She makes it sound simple.
"You can't." Danny lets bitterness leak into his voice.
"Why?"
"I'm not human anymore. You can't "help" me."
"I think we can." Danny starts growling again, so she adds. "We have beds and food and can keep whoever is hunting you away."
He pauses his growling again. "You don't even know who I am."
"You're sad, and hurt, and help others before yourself. You're good." Danny frowns at that.
"You're weird." He states before climbing down and sitting near her. She doesn't move a muscle. "You can't help me without getting in trouble with the government."
"Hm?"
"Yeah, I'm not considered a person because of the Anti-Ecto Acts. Anything that uses or needs ectoplasum to survive is considered non-sentient and is to be turned over for experimentation and termination. And anyone caught helping us can be arrested for treason." Danny explains. "I barely escaped when I got caught. My godfather didn't. I hated him. He was mean, controlling, and creepy, but I didn't want him to die."
"I'm sorry."
"My problems are not your problems."
"I disagree." Danny blinks at her, his gaze sharpening when she starts moving her arm farthest from him. She moves slowly, reaching up and hooking her fingers under her mask.
"Wait!" Danny leans forward a hair as if he was about to physically grab her hand to stop her, but jerks himself back. He sounds small when he speaks again. "Are-are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Why??"
"Trust you."
"But WHY? You don't know me."
"I know enough." Is all she says before pulling her mask off. He slams his eyes shut and claps his hands over them for good measure.
"No, you don't!!" He hears her move, sitting up, before gentle hands pull his hands away.
"Yes, I do." She says sweetly. "Look."
Danny peeks at her. She has a bittersweet look on her face that brightens when she sees Danny looking. She's still gently holding his hands, loose enough he can pull away if he truly wants to.
"I'm not as young as I look." She tilts her head at the seemingly random comment. "I'm not actually 14. Not anymore. I'm stuck at when I died."
He hears her, and their eavesdroppers, gasp. It's the first time he's talked about it. But something tells him to tell her (them, if he's acknowledging the eavesdropping Bats).
"My parents were mad scientists that wouldn't be out of place in your rouges gallery." He stares at his and Black Bat's hands. "They were obsessed with ghosts and made a portal to the infinite realm, where "ghosts" live. They failed twice. Once in college, my godfather was hospitalized from the attempt, and the second time they failed, I accidentally turned it while being stupid with friends and died. They didn't notice, too happy their portal was suddenly working... That was 30 years ago."
There's a choking noise from the eavesdroppers.
"If I stay, you're going to be stuck with a freaky kid that doesn't age and can't be killed by the usual methods and has so much PTSD, like a ridiculous amount of PTSD. Are you sure you want to deal with that?"
"Yes." Black Bat doesn't even hesitate. Danny nearly gives himself whiplash from how quickly he looks up at her face. "Can't scare us away."
"It should. I don't even count as human."
"So?"
""So"???"
"Yes. Why should I care?"
"Why should-??? Why wouldn't you???"
"Kid." An unmasked Red Hood stands in the doorway. "This family is full of freaks and mental illness. You'll fit right in."
The statement strikes a nerve, overwhelming him, but Danny doesn't understand what's happening at first, why his lips are trembling, his face feels warm, and his eyes sting. He hasn't felt this sensation in years. But whatever look on his face makes the infamous Red Hood panic.
"Wait! Kid! Don't cry!"
It suddenly clicks with Danny. He's about to cry. But understanding what is happening, doesn't stop it from happening. Fat tears start sliding down his face.
"Dickie! What do I do?? I accidentally made him cry!! You're better wi-" Red Hood cuts himself off when Danny starts laughing. Laughing at how panicked a crimelord is at tears. Laughing at crying. Laughing at the whole absurd situation.
"It's okay." Black Bat says softly. Whether it's to Danny or the panicky Bat is lost to Danny. But no one says anything else til Danny's tears stop and laughter dies down.
"I was Phantom, ya know?" And he hears several people choke. After he was forcibly retired, this ghost half became known as "The First Hero" in a lot of circles. The GIW repressed the fact he was a ghost when people outside of Amity Park found out about the child hero, they didn't want the public angry with them for making him disappear. It didn't work, Tucker leaked everything he could find. Danny doesn't blame him for that. Tucker thinks he's completely dead since the GIW didn't want to admit they lost him and declared him to have Ended in those files. Danny hasn't told him he's "alive" either. Danny can't bring himself to drag Tucker back into the mess that is his life, can't bring himself to contact the man who has made something of his life, has a partner and kids, has mourned and moved on. He just can't do it. "But before I was Phantom, I was Danny Fenton. But now... I'm just Danny."
"Welcome to the family, Danny!" An unmasked Nightwing cheers.
"I thought Phantom had white hair?" Someone says just outside the room. Danny mischievously leans towards Black Bat.
"Close your eyes. This is going to be bright." He whispers. She smiles gamely and closes her eyes. He gets to hear the others yelp when he lets his transformation take over, essentially flashbanging everyone, but Black Bat.
"Wha..?"
"Hair white enough for you?" Danny says, grinning with too many teeth, that are a little too sharp. Black Bat pats the hand she's still holding.
"Pretty." She smiles delighted at him and he feels his face flush bright green.
"Oh! Um.. Thanks?" He takes a deep breath and realizes something. "Now you know my name, so who the hell are all of you?"
"You don't recognize us?"
"No. Am I supposed to?"
"Eh, most people do." Nightwing shrugs.
"Well, I haven't been able to keep up with much in the public zeitgeist. I just periodically check if it's still legal to kill me. Sadly, the answer is "yes" every time, so meh."
"We'll be taking care of that." Red Robin informs him while stepping into the room and frantically typing on a tablet. "I can't believe these stupid things still exist. The Green Lanterns and Justice League Dark are going to have the biggest fit when they see these. The rest of the JL will help dismantle these too. I'll personally get them to destroy these vile laws."
"Oh.. Thanks, I guess. It'll be nice to not be hunted anymore."
"I imagine."
"Okay! Introductions!" Nightwing gets them all back on topic. "I'm Dick Grayson! Batman is Bruce Wayne. Robin is Damian Wayne."
"Tim Drake."
"Cassandra Cain. But call me Cass."
"Jason Todd."
"Wait, wait, wait. I recognize your name! Didn't you- oh, wait, that's insensitive..."
"It's fine. I did, in fact, die, but I got better. We can start a club of undead. We can invite Spoiler. She technically died, too."
"Literally everyone here, besides me has died, Jason." Tim says, not looking away from the tablet.
"Yeah, but Steph is the only one I'd invite. She knows how to have fun."
"Little wing!" Dick whines.
"Timber can be an honorary member, since he's dead inside, a fun chaos gremlin, and ain't a narc."
"Thanks." Tim says dryly while Dick dramatically cries. Cass giggles.
And Danny? He's tired of running. He wants to be able to be the child he's stuck as while getting respect over his knowledge. He wants to be a vigilante and help people again. He wants to finally have a safe place to sleep.
So he decides to give these weirdos a chance.
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luvyeni · 11 days ago
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𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ─── you need to let him … but you just can’t …
( 対 ) anton lee + fem. reader wc. 0.9k genre smut · contains! toxic!anton , unprotected sex , breeding kink down bad anton mature content. / back to library
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you remember that night all too well; no matter how much you tried to forget it — it played over and over in your head. the screaming , the cursing , the throwing glass around the house… it played in your head like a reoccurring nightmare — you kicked him out that night , slamming the door in his face.
he called so many times; but you ignored him , eventually blocking him , you just needed space for a bit to think — anton wasn’t gonna give you that , he showed up to the apartment , knocking on the door , speaking through the door to let him in , you were tempted , the way he spoke , so softly , you had to force yourself to walk away. this space was good for you , the both of you needed this time away from each other.
the thing is, anton didn’t want space from you , he needed you. you were his life line , his only reason for living… he couldn’t just let you go…
you knew you shouldn’t have unblocked him , never gave him the opportunity to have access to you while you were still healing and trying to figure things out — but he said he needed his clothes and some other things , and although you were pissed at him , you cared for the boy deeply and this was still his home so you let him come back — that was your biggest mistake.
“baby please — anton no.” you pushed him away , but he followed behind you. “we can just talk this out , i don’t want it to end like this.” he grabbed your wrist , spinning you around so you were facing him. “anton— no i’m not giving up on us.” he kissed your cheek , down to your neck. “please don’t end it , i need you.” he breathed against the wet spot. “do i need to get on my knees and beg , baby i will beg , i’ll fucking beg if i need to.” he gave you no room to breathe , you felt so overwhelmed. “t-ton.”
you felt his hands sliding down your waist , down to your bum. “shh , stop talking..” he said softly, taking you into his arms , your arms wrapped around his neck , he knew what he was doing , anton knew how to make you crumble in his arms even if you didn’t want to. “yo-you need to go, ge-get your things and leave.”
the quiver in your voice as he laid you down , crawling on top of you. “i don’t want to.” he said. “i want to stay here with you.” he kissed down your neck , you gasped. “i want to lay next to you.” he kissed all the way down your chest to your stomach , your legs responding to his words , opening slightly , he pried them open. “i want to feel you.” he kissed the inside of your bare thighs. “you smell so good.” kissing your clothed cunt. “i want to taste you.” he lick your folds , making your body arch up. “anton.” he moaned into your cunt as he licked you , like he’d been starving for you. “anton fuck.”
it’s like his tongue was magical , because as you came into his mouth and he drank you up like you were his favorite drink — you completely forgot why you were mad at him , all you could think about was him , that’s exactly what he wanted.
“hold still.” he pinned you down by your waist. “fuck.” his cock pressing against your hole. “so fucking tight.” you moaned as he pushed himself inside. “anton.” you yelled as he began to pound into you , he was gone for a week — but he was fucking you like he’d not seen you for ages. “fu-fuck , i missed you so much.” he groaned into your ear. “i missed the way you felt around me , the way your pretty pussy remembers my dick.” he was deep inside you , kissing your cervix. “you were made for me , made to be mine.”
your hands were pinned up above your head as he claimed you once again , you couldn’t do anything but moan his name as he carved himself back into your life. “you’re mines.” he whispered into your ear. “t-ton.” he moaned at the way you desperately called his name. “you can’t leave me , i won’t allow you to.” you clenched at that. “fu-fuck see? even your body knows , your body knows it belongs to me , just gotta get that stupid head to understand.” grunting out. “say you love me.”
“i-i love you.” you knew you’d end up regretting it again , but you didn’t care at the moment. “i love you so fucking much!” he growled , speeding up. “say you won’t ever leave me , say you’ll stay with me forever.” he grabbed your jaw. “fucking say it!” he yelled in between deep thrust. “anton i’m gonna cum!” he wasn’t ready for you to , he wanted to hear you’ll never leave him. “not until you say it.”
“fuck anton ! i’ll never leave you.” you moaned out , your body begging for a release. “please , please let me cum , i’ll never leave you, i promise.” your poor body was already trembling. “good job , now cum for me.” he whisper in your ear , biting down on the lobe. “cum all over my fucking cock.” you finally let go , your mouth dropped open as you came around him , he cursed , completely forgetting about his own orgasm until he felt his cock twitch , his seed spilling inside you. “ah sh-shit.” he bit on his lip , letting himself fill up your waiting womb , you let out an exhausted whimper. he kissed the side of your cheeks. “good girl , taking all my cum like that.”
“when you’re all round and swollen for me , you won’t be able to leave me.”
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©️LUVYENI
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notsodelirious · 29 days ago
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PLEASE give me t4t ftm jason todd x reader!! i need to rub my pussy against his post patrol 😭😭‼️‼️
pleasantly surprised by how many people wanted this, but in any case, here you go <3
synopsis: Jason comes back and you help him unwind
notes: NFSW MDNI, both male and female terms are used to describe genitalia
tags: oral sex, fingering, brief penetration, banter, established relationship, wc: 2.7k words
this one fought me in the editing process, but i hope you enjoy anyway
•─────⋅☾⊱♰⊰☽⋅─────•
The chatter from the TV became a soft blur in the sounds of the city below—it was well past 3AM but you could still hear the cars and life, crawling below your open window.
You’d stopped paying attention to the plot and the characters ages ago, content in just watching the pretty colours and actors flash across the screen, with no real sense of direction. They didn’t matter anymore, not as Jason trudged into the apartment with a massive sigh.
“Tough patrol?”
You craned your neck over the side of the sofa, giving him a soft smile as he loomed by your window, helmet in hand. He looked up at you, frustration and exhaustion coiled tight in his frame, shoulders tensed like he was still ready for a fight.
“Fucking dumbasses can’t follow simple fucking directions.”
“Tell me about it,” you said, with an understanding nod as you watched him dump his gear onto your kitchen table.
“One simple fucking direction,” he growled, slammed his gun down, undoubtedly denting the already beaten wood. “How fucking hard is it to understand ‘don’t go in alone’?”
You hummed as you moved to kneel on the sofa, watching him move around your apartment; it was always fascinating watching him exist in your space, like he was always meant to be there, a hole you hadn’t even known had been there filled by his presence.
It was comforting—maybe a little bit terrifying if you thought about it too much, but still comforting.
“Did everybody get out okay?” you asked as you watched him pull off his gloves.
“Everybody’s fine,” he said, shucked his jacket off, draped it across one of your chairs. You watched him shed layer after layer, an undeniable and everlasting warmth enveloping your heart as you sat and admired.
A couple of months ago, you’d never have imagined you’d watch him strip his armour meticulously—you’d have never imagined being trusted enough to be shown the cracks and soft spots in his armour, the latches and weak points.
But Jason undressed in front of you like it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
You couldn’t love him more for it.
“Timbit’s a little scuffed up but he’ll live,” he continued.
“And you?”
“Fine.”
His claim seemed to have some validity to it—in the low light and stripped down to his undershirt, you could see bruises that were blooming an ugly purple and old scrapes; but nothing from tonight.
He kicked off his boots, dropping his socks into them.
“So nothing went horribly wrong?”
He shook his head, white wisps of hair falling in front of his face, curling the slightest bit. His footsteps were heavy as he walked over to you, and slumped onto the sofa with all the grace and care of a walrus.
“So what’s the matter?” you asked softly as you left the sofa to stand between his spread legs, gently cupping his face. You brushed your thumb under his eye, watched as some of the tension slowly bled out of his frame and he leaned into your touch.
“Nothing,” he mumbled, tilting his head just enough to kiss your palm then your wrist. “Just… missed you.”
You huffed softly as you sank onto his lap, straddling his thigh, letting your hand fall from his face, smiling a little when he followed your touch.
“You missed me?”
“Are you gonna be a little shit about it?”
“No clue what you mean,” you smiled, trailing your fingers along his thighs before they caught on the buckle of his holster. You were quick to loosen the straps and pull them off—you were almost sad to see them go; they accentuated his thighs so nicely.
But you wanted access.
“Babe,” he whispered—his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“That’s me,” you smiled teasingly, leaning in just a little closer. His belt fell open with a click.
“Shit- wait-“
“I’m waiting.”
He bit his lip as he looked up at you, opening and closing his mouth as he struggled to find the words to say. You waited patiently, playing with the hem of his shirt, occasionally dipping under, brushing your fingers along his happy trail.
“Yes?”
“I-“ You pulled his fly down.
“Speak up.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, “I’ll get over myself.”
“And if I really want to?”
You pressed your lips to his, a poor distraction to finish undoing his trousers.
“Talk to me,” you said, scratching blunt nails just above the elastic waistband of his boxers.
“Keep going,” he answered as he sank into the sofa.
He bit his lip to stifle a moan and watched as your hand disappeared down the front of his trousers to cup his bare mound.
“Oh fuck.” His voice was soft, breathy—he was already falling apart at the seems in your hand and you’d barely even begun.
“No jockstrap today, huh?”
“Couldn’t be asked,” he grunted as he bucked slightly into your hand, rubbing his t-dick against the heel of your palm.
“Adventurous.”
“It would literally just get in the way.”
You snorted as you pulled your hand back and slipped off his lap and down onto the floor between his knees.
“You sure that was the only reason?”
“Yeah- mmph…”
You nuzzled his crotch, flicking your gaze up to his flustered face then back at your work.
“Yeah?” you smirked as you leaned your weight a little more against him. He cupped your face, petting the apple of your cheek.
“Taking your fucking time there.”
Your face fell immediately as you rolled your eyes, “Shut the fuck up-“
“Make me.” You glared up at him as soon as he said it, his smug ass grinning in return.
“Take off your shirt,” you said, waiting for him to take it off before you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his trousers, “Lift your hips.”
You pulled his trousers and boxers down as he complied, finally divesting him fully, and spread his legs further apart so you could see your prize.
His cunt sat there as a prized possession, and his clit, grown and swollen, throbbed softly in anticipation.
“Why are you so big?” you said softly as you stroked his dick, thumbing it softly as you watched it swell further under your touch. “I didn’t grow that big.”
“Choke on it,” he answered teasingly to which you only chuckled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Wait, I’m kidding- Oh fuck,” his hands held you down instinctively and pushing you closer when you wrapped your lips around his fat clit and sucked.
You licked it softly, teasingly before delving back in to suck his soul from his dick, burying your nose in his curls.
You hummed and watched in delight as a shiver racked up his spine, leaving him panting and whining.
He pushed his hips closer, chasing your mouth, as he tried his best not to suffocate you.
“Please,” he gasped, looking down with wide, pleading eyes. “That’s- dude!”
You gave him a shit eating grin as you pulled away, stopping dead in your tracks before he could reach the slightest bit of satisfaction.
You used the collar of your t-shirt to wipe your face clean of Jason’s excitement before shrugging it over your head.
“You’re such a fucking dick.”
“You love me for it,” you said gleefully as you drop the shirt in favour of pressing your fingers to his cunt, pushing his folds apart as you trailed fingertips around his opening, teasing, watching his hole flutter.
It was mesmerising, watching him struggle and quiver, hole dampening by the second as you parted lips and explored him but never stretched him open.
You pressed soft kisses to the inside of his thighs, biting and suckling occasionally, letting your gaze flicker up to him every time he moaned or whimpered.
Eventually, you took pity.
“Ah, f- uck, baby,” Jason groaned lowly as you sunk your finger past his folds and into his pussy. You grinned when you heard the soft squelch as you pulled out and pushed back in.
You sat up on your knees, passing your clean hand behind his neck to tug him down, closer to you.
“Good?” you asked, tilting your head just enough so your lips could brush against his—you caught his top lip between yours, kissing him softly before you finally pulled away, just enough to hear his response.
“More,” he pleaded softly, rolling his hips in time with your movements—a second finger slipped in easily, his body stretching and accommodating to your intrusion.
“Better?”
“No, I want to feel you, damn it,” he grunted, exasperated, already urging you back up onto the sofa. “Need your fucking cunt on mine, yesterday.”
You chuckled, standing so you could take your sweatpants off and soon you were being pulled back down into his lap. He shifted so you were both sideways on the couch, warm hands splayed across your back, holding you close to him.
“Eager?” you teased—Jason crashed his lips against yours before you could even think to continue. You felt his hand on your chin, felt him cup your jaw softly before he was opening your mouth and pushing his tongue past pliant lips, licking the remnants of his essence from you.
Your cunt dampened under his attention, and you were left subconsciously grinding against his thigh. He pulled away a little and reached forward, fingers that were once holding your face slipping between damp folds.
“I love that pussy so fucking much,” he whispered as you moaned, rolling your hips against his hand. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Look who’s fucking talking,” you gasped. He leaned in again, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, and tugged softly—leaving you moaning and embarrassingly desperate, as you wrapped your arms around his neck to drag yourself closer.
He released you to kiss you properly, smiling softly against your lips—his hand left your pussy to slot one of his leg above yours.
When you finally parted, he leaned back enough to rest against the armrest and let your bodies fit together.
You slipped down before you could steady yourself, accidentally brushing your cunt against his.
You muffled a sound behind your hand but leaned back all the same, rocking your hips against his.
“Shit,” you gasped as you dragged your dick against his, gaze flicking up to his face, just in time to see his eyes roll back a little—Jason groaned, fingers digging into your ass, bring you back down, bucking his hips up so his cunt could meet yours.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and he looked down between your two bodies, watched your swollen clits bump against each other, teasing each other. “Fuck, so good.”
You held onto his thigh as he brought you back down repeated, grinding into your hips—you brushed your fingers against the scars on his skin, admiring his form in front of you, how his chest rose and fell from his laboured breathing, the faint surgery scars silver in the dim light.
“You’re so fucking handsome,” you panted as you began to grind down harder. You whined a little louder, something almost sounding like his name or a prayer.
Wet lips rubbed against each other, glistening in the dim lighting, soft, lewd sounds punctuating your breathing.
“You’re so warm,” he said softly, hands slipping and shifting just enough to start bringing you down at a steadier, more eager pace. “Just like that, just like fuck-“
You slipped up, shifting his leg off you, just enough to slip his dick past your soft folds, leaving you both moaning and panting hard.
It was an amazing fucking day when you figured out Jason had grown long enough to push his cock into you and you’d be damned if you didn’t take advantage of that.
You moved again, pressing your hands against his chest.
“You’re so big,” you groaned as you felt him just barely restraining himself front rutting against you. “You feel that? Feel so good stretching me open.”
“Babe,” he groaned, voice strained as his grip on you tightened, “So good. So fucking good, I-“
You felt his whole body twitch and tremble before he was coming, dick throbbing and cunt drenched.
You pulled away enough for him to slip out of you but still rubbing your pussies together.
“Good?” you smiled cheekily, panted and worked up. You were so entranced by the sight of his orgasm you’d almost forgotten your own.
But as Jason’s eyes found you, you knew he hadn’t.
“It’s okay,” you said softly as he sat up to place a hand behind your neck, the other already finding your clit between your bodies.
“I want to,” he promised in a low voice, lips brushing ever so slightly against yours. “Let me. Please? Let me make you cum all over my face.”
You moaned, just the thought of his face between your legs enough to reignite the spark.
“Yeah,” you swallowed, looking up to meet gorgeous glass green eyes. “Yeah, okay.”
Jason immediately guided you down onto your back—you let him move you however he wished, more focused on the way his biceps shifted as he gripped your thighs and pushed them out.
He moved down to your throbbing cunt, soft, open kisses down your ribs and tummy on the way.
“So fucking hot,” you heard him mumble under your breath. You couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a little flustered but unable to stop smiling as his gaze flicked up to you. “Something funny, handsome?”
“No,” you smiled as you shook your head.
He just hummed, laying a last kiss at the end of your happy trail before nosing your dick softly.
“Jay-“
He slipped your cock into his mouth, moaning around it softly, holding your hips firm against his face.
He looked up ready to come again from the taste of you alone, eagerly devouring everything you had to offer.
Your hands flew to his hair, gasping softly as you rocked against his face, looking down at him so comfortably buried between your legs, eating your pussy like it was his only purpose in life.
As if he’d found true passion in your body.
You groaned loudly, tugging on inky strands, unsure if you were pushing into or pulling away from his touch.
“Shit,” you gasped, “Good boy. Just like that. Keep doing that.”
He whimpered at the sound of your voice, the gentleness and honesty of your praise. He pushed closed to your cunt, licking up your slit, suckling on your dick.
It coiled in your belly, and you cried out behind muffled lips, eyes rolling as you practically smothered him, thighs clamping around his head.
He whined loudly, happily, growing just a tad bit more eager as he drew you closer and closer to the edge.
Until you finally came, moaning his name.
He lapped at your cunt as you came all over his face, drenching his mouth and jaw in your ecstasy.
Your legs were shivering as you finally came down—Jason slowed a little when he felt your legs release him but didn’t stop until you began to nudge him away.
He pulled away a little, enough that his mouth was no longer on but still lying between your legs.
“Feel better?” you smiled as you wiped your thumb across his cheek, collecting some of yourself from his skin. You felt his full attention on you as you brought your thumb up to your lips, tasting yourself.
“Yeah,” he swallowed as he panted, smiling up at you softly. “So much better.”
He reached down, pulling your shirt off the floor to wipe his face.
“Seriously?”
“First thing I found,” he said with a shit eating grin before tossing it back onto the floor. “Besides, you also wiped your face on it.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist, rested his head against your stomach. You huffed softly, running your fingers through his soft hair, almost as an apology for nearly pulling his hair out.
“It’s my t-shirt,” you said, scratching his scalp, in a way that made him curl into your touch.
“No it’s not,” he snorted “It’s mine.”
You glanced down and lo and behold, he was right.
“So it is.”
“Thief.”
“Shut up. You love it when I wear your shit.”
“You’re still a thief,” he smiled up at you, before leaning down to kiss your hip. “Love you.”
“Yeah, I guess I love you too.”
“That’s gross.”
“Shut the actual fuck up.”
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carn4g3 · 5 months ago
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Creepypasta Relationship HCs (2)
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Characters - BEN Drowned, Tim Wright (Masky), Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Kagekao
Summary - A few more glimpses into how these creeps are as partners (w/ 50% more possessiveness !)
TWs - Descriptions of yandere behavior, cheating, stalking, possessiveness/jealousy and overall unhealthy relationships, mentions of kidnapping and violence, & very brief mentions of sex and smoking
Word Count - 3.5k (~700 to 900 each)
A/N: Thank you for all the love on the first part <33 I know a few people requested these characters alongside some other new ones in the time it took me to write this. Just know that I'll have ones for any additional characters out sometime soon if you happened to leave a request along those lines :)
Part 1 | 3
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BEN Drowned
Before I get to anything else, BEN is perpetually in his early 20s in my characterization of him.
He arguably has the most contact with people outside of Slender's influence simply by being an ipad kid. Because of that, he's most likely to form a relationship with someone if they are from the normal world. BEN doesn't necessary hate his colleagues or Slender, but they're all just so fucked up. Someone with even half the emotional baggage of a killer would be much better.
Now, it's pretty obvious that BEN isn't exactly the most palatable to the average human being. He has a million alternate accounts, all of which assume false identities, but he does have a select few that are more personal. On those accounts, he spends his time in various forums or chats where he can discuss his favorite games and other media. You two would probably connect on one of those shared interests, maybe even several, and he would be hooked from there.
BEN isn't the most patient person, but it would take more than a few months of talking before he truly built a connection with you. He'd prefer you reciprocate his feelings after that point, but it wouldn't deter him if you didn't. He's self aware enough to know that he needs to give you time to adjust to the fact that he's not the human man you thought you were talking to and that he crawled out of your very own computer screen. Though, back to his impatience, it's probably not nearly enough time.
The topic of monogamy with BEN would be a variable subject. He's well aware of the litany of ways partners define themselves given the somewhat questionable time he spends online. Ideally, BEN would see himself as unconstrained by a relationship, and, therefore, you should have an open end as well. Though, the less mature part of him sees you as something of a prize that should be reserved for him alone, and that's the side that takes over.
BEN wouldn't allow you to have romantic or sexual relationships with anyone other than himself. Meanwhile, the unspoken rule is that he could... if he wanted to. Does that mean he actually has other partners? No, not at all. It was a miracle you wanted to enter a relationship with him willingly, if you even did. There's no way in hell he's going to replicate that easily.
Despite all of that, he's not very outwardly possessive. He carries himself with a certain arrogance, it shouldn't be a shock that extends to his relationships. If you seem close to someone else, he still thinks you'll choose him in the end. At the same time, he's your most avid stalker. There are cameras damn near everywhere nowadays, and he doesn't even need to break a sweat to access their footage. In the situation that you're cooperative enough that he doesn't need to force you into his living space, he watches where you go. Even if you can't leave his side, he still tracks you one way or another. Nothing happens between you and another person that doesn't go unseen by him, and, if someone is too close, he'll pay them a "friendly" visit.
He shows affection the best through quality time and gift giving. Admittedly, his definition of quality time is almost exclusively reserved for playing games or showing you something on his plethora of devices. On occasion, he can suck it up and do something that you like: going outside is in his skillset... albeit reluctantly. As for gift giving, BEN is surprisingly good at getting things you like even though it seems like he's never listening. You might want to avoid asking how he got the money for such things, though. He won't give you a straight answer anyway.
Physical affection with BEN would be a bit strange. He's not entirely an apparition, but his form isn't totally corporeal either. Objects he's holding can phase through his grip at times without warning, though it's not quite to the point where he can pass through walls. When he lingers close enough to you, it feels almost like there's a faint, electrical buzzing on your skin. He can still touch you despite that, though your hair may start standing after a while. It's only when he lingers near you for too long that there's an issue. The static electricity building between you becomes pretty potent, resulting in an actual electric shock once he does make contact. BEN can be a little sadistic, but he's not particularly interested in hurting you. So, he tends to avoid touching you much or, if he does, it'll be pretty quick.
While BEN has a bit of a reason for falling short on physical affection, he has no good excuse for his lackluster words of affection. He thrives in making lewd comments on your body and that's it. The only way to get him to say he loves you is by saying it yourself. Even then, his response is pretty lacking, but it's not out of a genuine dislike for you. The way his ears turn a light pink, burning most red at their pointy ends, indicates he's at least a little fond of you.
Masky
Quick note because I can see this becoming confusing, I tend to refer to Slender as the Operator when writing for Marble Hornets characters because I think that's what they would call him. It's still the same old Slendy tho :)
Being in this fandom for so long, I can see the development of my frontal lobe in the form of my hcs of this man.
Tim is well into his 40s. He thinks a dating life is far beyond him, and, even if it weren't, he hardly knows what it's like to be a "normal" person anymore after 20 years as a proxy. While I say all that, if he were to find love, it would likely not be among the Operator's ranks. Tim despises the creature and everything it stands for, but he knows he's not strong enough to evade it. He finds respite in the areas outside of its power and is mostly likely to let go of his inhibitions for someone in that mental space.
He is not 100% ready to embrace a relationship, romantic or otherwise. The Operator isn't clueless to Tim's resent; it's why newer proxies like Kate and Toby are much more infatuated with the creature. To keep the less conditioned ones around, it has to extend its control a bit more uniquely. Tim knows that you're at risk of the Operator doing something to you, and he can't handle that. Because of that, his presence in your life isn't consistent. He's trying to prove to himself that he doesn't need you and, to the Operator, that you don't get in the way of his work. Though, Tim has never been the most strong willed. He comes crawling back to you every time.
While most of the others are willing to kidnap the person of their affections, I don't think Tim would quite get to that point. He prefers that you have your own separate life away from him. It makes him feel like you two are a normal couple, but he's certainly not a saint. Mentally stable people do not become proxies of the Operator, so Tim is riddled with some less than ideal possessive and controlling tendencies. He wants you to be dedicated to him and only him. Any other romantic or sexual relationships are completely out of the question for you, in his mind.
Does he quite monitor if you keep up your end of the bargain on that? No. When he disappears for months at a time, he does anything he can to erase you from his mind. Gaining an almost iron will, he won't even stalk you until he gets especially desperate, and that's usually the point when he shows up again.
When he is around, though, he expresses issues with your other relationships quite readily: platonic or even familial. Tim is very deeply insecure in himself. Who wouldn't be after finding out their existence alone has led to the deaths of many? He's buried all of that so deep at this point that even he hardly knows it though, so he calls himself a "traditional" man instead. He prefers your deepest affections to be saved for him, is that so wrong?
Even though his lifestyle is far from anything traditional, he sees himself as the provider. Regardless of your gender, you're the caretaker or the homebody. Like I said earlier, he's fine with you having a separate life-- it's the modern age after all, the least of his worries should be whether or not you work. But, he expects you to see him as a dominant figure that should be listened to, and he will follow through on that.
Anger management? Who the hell is that? Tim's job grates on him, physically and mentally. That's part of the reason he smokes a pack a day, and why he's with you as well. He tends to be at his most vulnerable and volatile when he turns to you, and those emotions are usually hardly a result of your actions. When Tim is angry, though, any little thing can set him off and make that anger entirely your fault. He'll tend to distance himself before things get physical, but verbal arguments are far from uncommon. One of these arguments is usually what prompts him to disappear back to the depths of the woods. But, if he's feeling a little less sorry for himself, he'll come back to you and give a begrudging apology. He does truly feel bad when he snaps at you and wishes it wouldn't happen. At the same time, he has a completely self-pitying and helpless approach to fixing that issue.
Surprisingly, he's big on physical affection. If he's with you, you're likely a little secret of his, so he can only get his time in after completing his daily tasks. He's tired as hell by that point, so he'll just sprawl out wherever you are. In bed? He's right behind you. Watching a movie? Your couch is comfy enough to sleep on. You're busy doing things? He can fall asleep standing if need be. He prefers if you go about initiating certain things like hugs and cuddles, but he can handle initiating a kiss or more.
When it comes to words of affection, on the other hand, just be happy with the few affectionate gestures you can get. It takes a war in his brain to so much as utter the words "sorry," you'd be shit out of luck to hear "I love you" or anything deeper than that. If he's feeling especially sappy, he might leave you a handwritten note. His handwriting is absolutely atrocious, worse than a doctor's script, and takes some analysis to decipher. Once you get it, that will be the closest glimpse at Tim's true feelings towards you.
Hoodie
I would like to think Brian is similarly still in touch with parts of his humanity as Tim is. But, that would be wishful thinking, wouldn't it?
Brian is a stalker first and a lover second. While normal people might unwind by watching TV or even reading a book, Brian takes similar joy in simply watching you from a far. He would find people outside of the Operator's control most interesting to watch, but it wouldn't matter at the end of the day. If you capture his interests, he'll watch-- maybe even take videos.
I imagine his main tasks under the Operator involve intel collection. He's highly skilled in slinking around in the shadows and not being caught, unless of course he wants to instill some unease in the mind of his victim. As a result, it's very unlikely you would notice him lurking. He's not there to unsettle you necessarily, but he might if he finds himself feeling a certain way. You're his most convenient entertainment at the end of the day, so it's not really in his desire to encourage you to get others involved or even move somewhere less convenient.
If you do happen to notice his presence, he's almost a little impressed at your perceptiveness. Not to mention, it makes the second phase of his plan a little easier. Brian may be content to watch endlessly, but he doesn't stop himself from exploring his curiosity to be included in your life. For him, he feels like he's known you forever. For you, he's crafted your interactions across the span of several weeks or even months to get you interested. With the added weight of a secret stalker on your psyche, it only draws you closer to his "welcoming" arms.
Brian isn't quite to the point where he sees himself as a sole provider. Once again, it's more interesting for him if you have at least a few interests beyond him. Like a beach episode in an anime, Brian sees your endeavors outside of your home as a welcomed (but temporary) change in setting. Not nearly enough people acknowledge that the Marble Hornets guys are from Alabama, in my opinion. It's not exactly the most progressive state, and Brian likely holds some toxic masculine values. He thinks of himself as a sort of "man of the house." You should listen to him, and he expects you to dedicate a lot of time to your relationship. In his mind, he dedicates a lot of time to you, even if most of that dedication is unknown to you.
Before he even went forward with inserting himself into your narrative, he was already interfering with the others in your life. He tries to act all stoic, but he is still very possessive at the end of the day. I've explained that some of the other characters find their possessiveness and jealousy rooted in their insecurities. Brian is certainly not immune to those feelings, but I think his issues stem from what I can best describe as an objectification of others. He views you almost like a hobby, something that he puts his free time into. He feels an almost bitter jealousy when others try to catch your attention with less than half of the pristine planning and attention to detail he executed. Just as he can stalk you, he can stalk others. He will make his watchful presence much more malicious and well known to the people he wants out of your life.
His go to forms of affection are acts of service and quality time. Ignoring that he sees stalking you as a form of quality time, he likes taking you on dates. His appearance isn't something too noteworthy to most people, so he can easily ditch the mask (if you even know he has one) and hit the town. He's a big fan of dinner and a movie or a little nature hike if you're interested in more outdoorsy activities like him. If you're more into stay-home dates, he'll happily watch a movie from the comfort of your couch and help you cook a dinner for two.
As for acts of service, he takes pride in the fact that he's a bit of a handyman. It's not like you can exactly get the usual help when you live secretly in the woods as a proxy of an immortal eldritch being. If you so much as breathe a word of issue about something in your home, he's on it. Carrying something heavy? He'll get it for you. It doesn't matter if you can do it yourself, he's going to do it now. Weaponized incompetence fears him. Asking Brian to do a task for you almost always ensures it will get done within the day.
He doesn't honestly care too much for physical affection. As I've already established, he's happy to do damn near anything you ask of him. If you want attention that way, simply ask. In general, he asks for very little in return. Although, when he does get around to asking for more, there's no guarantee he won't push your boundaries a little uncomfortably.
On the topic of communication, he's not very talkative and prefers to listen to you instead. Words of affection are few and far between, but he does have some quirks. It won't take an army for him to tell you he loves you, and he has a sleeve full of endearing nicknames to call you ("love" is his favorite).
Kagekao
Where do I even start with Kage.
He doesn't have any specific preference if you're a worker of Slender just like him or not. If asked why he does anything for the creature, he'll say it's simply because it's the "best" arrangement in this modern age. On the surface, that's a pretty reasonable explanation given that demons aren't exactly common or readily accepted members of society. However, the real reason is that Slender gets what it wants and is a hell lot more powerful than Kage. The demon begrudgingly does what he has to and tries to spend the rest of his time getting the fun he would prefer.
While some of the others might begin their interests by watching from afar, Kage pops into your life right off the bat. He finds entertainment in watching, but it's so much more interesting to have those interactions up close. Especially if you're not as familiar with inhuman entities, Kage takes pleasure in eliciting those responses of perplexion from you.
Living in a world largely populated by what he perceives as "weak humans," he's gained quite the ego. If you're not a demonic entity, he most certainly considers himself superior to you in all ways. Even if you are a demonic entity, he has a very specific criteria for what he considers to be a "real" demon and would still likely see himself as better. On the other hand, his underestimation of you tends to lead to interesting reactions in the case that you can pack a bit of a punch against the demon. (*cough* he's into it *cough*)
Like Tim, a relationship with Kagekao wouldn't ever really get a chance to be defined because he likes to bounce in and out of your life on a dime. Although, he certainly doesn't feel any guilt or even apprehension to pursue his interests in you. He recognizes you could get targeted by some less favorable attention (Slender being the worst), but he's interested in seeing how you'd react.
He is absolutely with other people in addition to you. I can't imagine he has many relationships that are too far past friends with benefits (everyone wants to fuck a demon, this app proves it), but I wouldn't put it past him. For that reason, he tends to turn a blind eye to your escapades. That being said, if your relationship with him borders on something more romantic, he expects you to have no other romantic partners.
Because he's not too consistently involved in your life, Kage isn't the most possessive on the list. On occasion, he'll express his opinions on the other people you spend your time with, but they're usually empty threats. If they really upset him, he'll eliminate them from your life. Does that mean death? Or simply scaring them off? You don't really want to know.
Like many of these guys, Kage isn't big on clear demonstrations of love like physical affection or words. His best show of affection is gift giving. He's not quite a kleptomaniac, but he does have what can only be described as a dragon's hoard of shiny trinkets. If asked, he won't say any of them are particularly special. Though, he does have a lengthy story for how he acquired each one, and he won't just readily give them out... except for you. Especially if he has matching sets of something, he'll tend to gift you one of the halves. You might not necessarily want or even like all the trinkets Kage gifts you, but you'll have to keep and display them. If not, Kage will do a bit of redecorating for you
Gotta let the brain worms speak on this one, he likes to offer you help, but he is not actually helpful. Kage thinks he can do practically anything. He's a demon in a human's world, after all. But can he actually follow through? No. Not at all. He gives up on tasks pretty easily when they stop being interesting. Even in the case that he goes through with completing the whole thing, you might have preferred to just do it yourself.
Don't get me wrong, his affections aren't all bad. He tends to think he's too good for physical affection, but he can be surprisingly sweet and comforting. Additionally, while he won't say it out loud, you might find that one of his gifts has an oddly romantic inscription etched on it. Trust, Kage makes up for his shortcomings.
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angelsluva · 3 months ago
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first time : Hamzahthefantastic
⚠️: nsfw 18+, fem reader, virgin reader!
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| A soft fur rubbed against your arm as the kitty beside you purred. You smiled acknowledging the cat that was named after a color by your boyfriend Hamzah.
You and Hamzah had met through Claire - her being your bestfriend as well as Hamzah’s she decided to introduce you guys to each other and 7 months later there you were, legs hanging from the comfy Ikea couch of your boyfriends living room as you waited for him to get off a meeting.
Hamzah hasn't ever talked about his private life online. He sets certain barriers, but when it would come to you it was definitely a thought lingering in the back of his head whenever he's filming with martin to just shout out "Oh yeah guys I have a Girlfriend now by the way!".
"Babyyy" he sung from his bedroom as you pecked the cat on the forehead before getting up and making your way to his bedroom. "Cominggg!".
You stood on the door frame as he peeked through the corner of his little office space in the small corner of his bedroom. He noticed you wearing one of his shirts that fit you over-sized, small shorts hidden under the shirt. He licked his lips as you walked towards him. He looked at your figure as he felt himself get excited seeing you.
"Everything alright?" You questioned as you placed your hands on his shoulders messaging them as you sat on his lap, his head nodded slowly as you could tell he enjoyed the message. "Yeah just a few more projects to come and organizing them and what not, Y'know typical businessmen work." he scoffed sarcastically. You looked at his relaxed face as you placed your hand over his face as you rolled your eyes giggling.
His hands began slowly peering down your lower back as they traveled to your thighs. You kissed his lips as he picked up the kiss pretty quickly and cupped your face.
Hamzah has had girlfriends here and there or 'situation-ships' and what not but being with you made him realize you were so different from these other girls and how he actually wanted to be with you forever. Sure it wasn’t that long since you guys have been together but he knew he wanted to be with you forever. He loved the fact you understand him so well, your hilarious personality, and so many other things he can go on and on about. But his favorite thing about you specifically was the way you'd wear his clothes, gosh how that shifted his gears in a good way. He loves seeing you in anything that is his. He definitely has a size kink for the liking of seeing his shirts on you oversized as hell.
His mind was bombarded with things he loved about you not noticing how rough he was being right now. His lips seemed more aggressive against yours, this stunned you. So far Hamzah has been so gentle with you, that being small kisses or even asking you if he could even lay his hands on you but this time was different. He always respected you but his harshness and wet lips eating your mouth turned you on. Sure you've defiantly have pleasured yourself more than once but because you were a virgin it seemed difficult. You asked yourself -
"Should I lose my virginity right now?"
His tongue seeped into your mouth as you tilted your head, you couldn't help but pull him a little closer to you feeling yourself become needy. He was in jeans as you were in skimpy thin shorts, this made you feel some strong friction on his growing tent as you began slowly perking your hips up. His crave for you grew as he thought of the things he would do to you, his lips slipped out of your lips as they trailed down to your jawline as he gently nipped at it, his hands roamed all over your waist roughly. You tilted your head outwards giving him more access to your neck, his lips traced behind your ear as a ever so lightly hickey was marked. His hands crawled up your back sending chills down your spine, "Your so good baby" his lips crashed into yours again as you decided he was the one. He was the guy you saw yourself with raising a whole family.
"Hamzah-" You said in between kisses "I want you" you lowly mumbled breathless, his lips parted from yours for good looking at your now burning innocent face. He knew this would be your first time.
"Y/n, are you sure?" he panted as you nodded innocently, "Listen honey we don't have to if your not ready, we can watch a movie instead and cuddle?" He reassured you as you leaned into his ear; "Hamzah I want you to fuck me" you whispered. "Okay." was all he said as his lips crashed into yours again as his hands roamed all over your body. The room's vibe suddenly shifted.
"You can always change your mind baby, you just let me know." he said again as you nodded, suddenly you were picked up from his lap as he walked to his bed. He slowly placed you onto the edge of the bed as you pulled him on top of you as his hands were gripped onto your waist. His lips left yours as they travelled down to your neck, you threw your head back from the neediness as his lips traveled all over your neck, you felt friction from in between your legs as you noticed it was his knee sinking you closer to him. "I got you love, I'll make sure you make this a night to remember" he groaned as his hands were now on your waist under your shirt. His cold hands made you whine a little as his lips crashed into yours again. He slowly pulled the shirt up as the cold air of the room hit your stomach giving you goosebumps. His lips parted from yours as his eyes pierced through yours, he pulled you up more into the center of his bed as he was now face to face with the skimpy shorts. His soft warm lips kissed right above your shorts as his fingers hooked on the waistline of them. You felt your self become more and more needy,
“Hamzah please” you whined as he smirked, he finally lowered your shorts throwing them somewhere in the room as you were in the thinnest layer of panties. He was in awe. He spread your legs open wide as he kissed the inner part of your thigh. He slowly made his way to your heated clothed core layering small kisses as you moaned lowly. You just wanted him to go crazy on you already. His tongue licked alongside your heat as you whined loudly, his fingers wasted no time hooking your panties off as he threw them behind him. His hands dug onto your outer thighs parting your legs as he felt him self get harder by the second. His lips placed wet kissed on your inner thigh again slowly making his way to your heat.
“You tell me when to stop baby” he said softly as he began placing gentle kisses on your throbbing heat, his eyes met with yours as he began licking your dripping slit. You threw your head back in response as his tongue perfectly carved around your clit. You saw stars. "That feel good baby?" He questioned in between licks and small sucks, "S'good Hamzah..." you shrieked as his tongue laid against your dripping core - his nose ever so lightly brushing against your clit. Your hands gripped the bedsheets as he was doing wonders on you. His hands gripped onto your thighs as you couldn't help but buck your hips due to him eating you the fuck out. He giggled in response as he held you down. His thumb slowly traced circles on your clit as your back was arched from the pleasure. His thumb tracing from your clit closer to your core - "No! Wait." You yelped as he immediately stopped, "What's the matter princess?" He questioned "I want you instead" You said embarrassed as he smirked, "Yeahhh?" he hummed teasingly as he was quick to remove his shirt as he un-buttoned his pants. You drooled at his large tent from his briefs.
He trailed kisses down your neck as he was on top of you, slowly making himself to your exposed collar-bone. He sat you up with one hand as he helped you take your shirt off. His lips met your again as his hand was now placed on the side of your stomach. His lips eventually kissed down to your chest as he un-clipped your bra behind you before he swiped them off. "So gorgeous" he groaned as he kissed around your hard tits lightly sucking your nipples, pushing you down lowly. His free hand fidgeted with the waist band of his briefs finally letting his cock spring free hitting his happy trail. You noticed his size as you almost fainted, You braced yourself as he pumped his member.
"You tell me when to stop okay baby? Promise I'll go slow" he said as spat onto your throbbing heat pumping his cock a few more times before tracing this circles around your clit again. You nodded as you couldn't help but moan. He slowly stretched your pussy as you whined, "Are you okay baby?" He questioned you as you nodded anticipatedly, "Yes Hamzah just keep going!" You twitched as he inserted him self more into you as you yelped in response. He finally slammed into you once more as he was all in you. You panted as he slowly pulled out of you, "you okay sugar?" he said lowly as you nodded "Yes, please more!" You whined as he slowly inserted himself. He slowly thrusted into you, as he leaned into your tits sucking them even harder. You couldn't help but moan every second which was music to his ears.
"Oh fuck yes!" You ran your fingers through his hair as his lips met yours again. Your moans echoed to his mouth as he began thrusting into you faster, his lips parted as he held your legs open. He loved seeing you twitch all over his cock. You felt yourself become jelly, as if your stomach began cramping.
"Oh yes fuck Hamzah, so good!" You yelled as he was now wasting no time pounding into you. "I-i think I'm gonna..." you panted as he slammed harder. The room was filled with loud moans and skin slapping. "Want me to come inside you baby hm? Yeah?" he groaned as you felt that knot that you felt 10 seconds ago become undone, It was like seeing the light. "Yes please Hamzah!" You whined into his ear as he groaned filling you up with his warm cum. You clanged onto his neck as he panted. His lips crashed into yours as his clock slipped out of you feeling all his juices seep out of you, "Your so good baby" he groaned. He laid beside you kissing your forehead, "Let me get you cleaned up, how does a bath sound hm?" He questioned putting your hair behind your ear, "Yes but I literally feel like jelly right now..." You admitted as he laughed "It's not funny! I might not be able to even walk tomorrow!" You huffed "Your welcome!".
He ended up running a bath for you two washing your body and hair as he left small kisses all over you and dressing you up in his clothes. You were both now laid down on his bed as you were both cuddled against each other watching a movie on his laptop.
"I love you" You said as you as you played with his hands that were wrapped around you, "I love you more gorgeous" he kissed your soft lips as you both were quick to fall asleep.
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sunflower1experiment · 5 months ago
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Trust in me
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What have you done?
Lower, lower, and stop in front of the playtime care, walking beside Harley in silence when you both walk by the toys, they cower or hiss. Kneeling down to their level to get a better look at the children, you hold one of the smaller critters. That was when Catnap came to view, he leaned in with a head tilt, you rubbed a hand over his head with careful poise, leaning into your hand the giant toy breathed out, Red...smoke...
"Enough." Harley orders and you both split apart, so the follow continues, "Who is that?"
"Theodore." It was quiet but he was prideful and held no remorse while you stared at each toy with a sad gaze, it was beside you. Any other time you held a gaze of firm animosity for every scientist who mistreated the toys. Scolding, yelling, even demonstrating the pain the toys experienced. But this is beyond you, Mommy and Huggy were easy access to your kind words and gentle touch. But these toys, these children, are out of reach.
Out of your hands, "Earth to my dear partner."
"Oh, sorry I was just spacing out."
"You seem to be doing that often." You both go silent knowing that this would wedge a rift if no one spoke, so you get ready to plead, but he cuts you off. "Listen, just because you cater to that bleeding heart of yours doesn't mean it'll save you from this moral veil you hide behind. You aren't the only one who had their moral compass challenged, and you will not be the last. I'm doing this because these orphans deserve better, I'm giving them better. Elliot didn't understand but you will soon enough."
He walks further ahead while your unshed tears begin to slide down your face, "......"
The walk was quieter than ever, the fight, flight, freeze or fawn triggers were rising in the head. All you can think of was, "Stop wallowing" or "Huggy is being patient for you." He was, wasn't he?
What have you done?
You first met Huggy, it was frightening, what happened to this toy? "What did you do?"
"We were training him; he's shown signs of complete obedience and respect.."
"Are you daft!? Damn it, he's practically seething!" You open the cell, bringing in a basket filled with fruits. "What are you doing!?"
Eddie tried to open the cell, but you continued your job, placing the basket down, holding Huggy's paw and then feeding the bigger toy. "You, okay?" He was quiet...
Unblinking, unmoving, he ate the apple, then the fruits after, and afterwards the giant toy was showing you his scars, so you wrap a bandage around them. "....."
It was irritating, to see these toys, above, below...
How much lower does this go?
That memory was so far behind, Eddie was furious, and you simply didn't care. Now that you know the truth, how dare he show signs of fury!? You're no better, the sinking feeling and the idea to manipulate Harley to be gentler. How stupid.
"Ya know, Elliot has a daughter. Poppy....she's further up, you and Poppy didn't meet yet, but I don't plan to let you both meet." Sawyer's words cut deep, he knew you well enough to know that if Poppy had any chance to whisper any form of the truth, you'd lose your mind.
What have you done?
That suspicion reaching your eyes, it made Harley shudder with excitement, he adores the reactions. The nights spent together, the breakfasts, or times you'd visit his place just to cook him some food or sometimes give him a loving break.
Spoiled is what he is, and he didn't even realize how badly this was hurting you and him both.
When you both went back up, the critters crawled up and you knelt down, hugging one of them. It was then Harley realized something, he noticed your gentle demeanor, somber smile, the way you cradled this critter...
"You're pregnant."
You try to avoid giving an obvious reaction, but the way his hands held your face, his fingers move to the back of your ears. He was searching for a pulse; you blink then chuckle out weakly. "Of course not, silly! I just really wanted to adopt Quinn, He's very sweet. Precious too."
He hums in thought, "Stella told me."
That made it skip two beats, and he was back to his calm apathetic demeanor. "So, when did you plan to tell me?"
"I...I don't know." You turn ahead as if that would even matter.
"You should have told me."
"Why?" Harley sighs as if he was tired of hearing you question his nuance, he suddenly snaps.
"Because it makes you more sentimental, your bleeding heart is already interrupting my handwork, because that simply means you're having our child, and it most of all means you are being a threat to yourself and this unborn life." You wince at each word, ignoring the rising tears that you blink away.
"I wouldn't have to put myself at risk if you weren't actively lying and manipulating me. But who am I kidding, I'm no better, those toys, those children. They were looking up to us, to Elliot. I'm not perfect but my worst mistake was letting you into my heart." The train stops, and you both go your separate ways.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
TW//bleeding, miscarriage, adoption plans, signs of depression (If you or a loved one is experiencing anything like this, seek help or call a trusted adult/loved one/ take the chance to therapy)
You were so stupid, it's all your fault, yes, your fault.
The metal floors clank with fury while you march past Stella, Leith, more scientists, Stella notices your angry tears and she follows.
"Hey- Hey!" She holds your face, while you sniffle weakly. "....Did..."
The woman looks at your stomach, then you while those unshed tears fall once more. "Oh..." She hugs you close, "It's okay."
"No, it's not..."
When you reach the door, her door....
"Poppy."
You open the door.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Walking inside this playhouse, you see the doll. "Poppy."
She turns with her giant doll-like eyes, staring in fear of being hurt again, but you merely kneel down and hug her close. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Poppy didn't know what to say, are you a friend? Did Ollie....no.
You continue hugging her.
She told you everything, Elliot, Harley, Quinn, all these children...Ollie.
The stress was enough to create such a dark mindset, in the back of your mind you weren't any better.
Rich noticed the signs carefully placing a hand on your shoulder, "Hey, um...try not to let this place get to you."
"It's fine Rich, you don't have to comfort me. Especially with the privileges I have compared to you, yea." It was true but so what!? Rich knew that, yet he still cared, the idea was simply that you were grieving.
"Ya know, I loved that boy. Quinn, I cherished him as if he were my own. Then I stupidly...." You look at the cameras, letting more tears cascade down.
No amount of comfort could save you, even with how stressful things were getting.
Prototype acknowledged that the third time you visit him, "liFE gROwS wItHin....YOu, aRe not Happy?"
"No, I'm not..." His hand holds yours; a twisted form of comfort arises, he wasn't one of them and yet...his voice, Harley's voice.
You found comfort in them, ".....Catnap, in one of the files I read, he mentioned a further...down..."
"tHe pRIsOn..."
The prison, your eyes widen...No, no no..
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Prototype knew what he was doing, surely you didn't.
Harley slams his fist down, "What have you done!?" He shouts, "What did you tell them!?"
Prototype chuckles darkly at Harley's anger, thriving off his agony even if it meant you were the one suffering. To Prototype you were indeed, no different than the rest, which is why you needed to find out the hard way.
You stare at this creature, files on the side, holding your stomach while Yarnaby breathes heavily through his cell. Unable to recognize you, Quinn, could not see the person who was so excited to take him in. Share the sweet life of home with Harley, what a stupid naive dream!
As you move further, you see Doey, and your mind races back to things you brushed off. "Experiment 1322 A and B.." Then to the accident, you were here long enough to acknowledge the dough incident. "Jack.." What of his parents?
Doey looks at you in confusion while you feel sweat beads going down your face, sensing your stress he begins to knock on the window, as if to warn the scientist. But no avail, suddenly you were on the ground, cradling your now shaking form.
Scientists only stopped when you were on the ground, the immediate thought was to call Stella.
You feel something...pain...contraption, Stella was beside you, once more hugging your feeble form. She breathes heavily, "How far- Hey. How far along was it!?"
"......T-Two months." Stelle sweats, while she anxiously orders for you to be taken to a lab.
Hours would pass, and she was on the floor weeping, sniffling with self-loathing. She had this chance to send you to the hospital, hell frame Harley or give up the evidence...but Lieth remains on her mind, his words. Their miracle working goal...
Now all she could remember was the blood curdling screams of anguish you let out; they filled the room. Her ears keep ringing as they start to turn into cries and then voices of another scientist trying to comfort you. Whispers upon rumors fill the prison and laboratory.
"Why would he do that?"
"What was even going on in their head?"
They blamed him, then you, then they'd call you ignorant or naive..
Privileged, Stella remembered when you tried so hard to protect that sweet bliss of hers. Keeping a smile, even sugarcoating Harley's words while she was a bit offended by his remarks. She remembered when you placed a yellow daisy in her vase, she enjoyed those a lot.
Her mind then went to Harley's when he placed that Tuberose, that Poppy flower, you tried so hard to protect her, and she failed you.
Harley had to cover this up, he sat beside the medical examination bed, while you say nothing. "I- didn't expect you to.."
"Be so naive?"
He sighs with regret of spilling out those words, "You didn't expect me to want to adopt Quinn?"
Harley merely covers his face while you list out more things that contradicted his work, for you to acknowledge your own flaws merely simply made it worse.
"I love you." Harley weakly responds, now holding your hand. "I should've just transferred or-"
"Fired me? Or baby trap me?" No not that that was cruel and just, uncalled for. It would be disgusting; he's seen cases like those. So, have you and for you to say that it made him want to cringe at the idea.
"I don't hate you Harley, I'm just disappointed in myself for falling for the facade I made up about you."
Harley stays silent when he realizes his perspective didn't match yours, his...you...
he failed; you were his failed experiment. He'd have to live with that forever.
When he left, Stella came in and hugged your hand to her head with sadness. You both were silent; it was a sad comfortable silence.
One week later and a Peony was resting in your vase, Stella's had a Yellow Carnation and Harley's had a butterfly weed.
Things were tense as they should be, Leith expected this but to find out the reason. He was disappointed rather than snarky about the incident, so he placed a white rose in the vase. You look at him while he walks away.
To him you were the one scientist he despised, not because of envy, or hatred, or disdain, but because he knew someone of your caliber and heart would get torn apart by Harley. Whether Harley wanted to or not, that was what made Leith, and you clash, he was usually bemused with your interaction with the toys.
He just wishes he could have stopped you in time.
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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 8 months ago
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Mafia! BTS - They're Your One-Night Stand and They Fall for You (hyung line)
Warnings: mature NSFW content (18+) (p in v, f oral receiving), mention of virginity
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You had a huge argument with your best friend over her toxic boyfriend and she decided that the two of you should take some time apart but you knew that was just her boyfriend talking. You've known each other for years and were so close that her words came as an absolute shock and broke your heart. That night you just wanted to forget everything and have a good time. You went to the club with some of your other friends and danced and had a few drinks. You were tipsy enough to make you feel braver than usual but not remotely enough that you didn't know what you were doing. You had never had a one-night stand before but everything is a first sometime.
Jin
You were dancing at the club although the music wasn't really that good. You didn't care, though; you just needed to stop thinking about losing your best friend and let out the anger that you felt towards her toxic boyfriend.
When you followed your friends to go to the ladies' room together, you bumped into a tall figure.
"I'm so sorry," you said over the loud music. It was dark and the club was crowded. Another person was trying to make their way past you and pushed you into the stranger with force. You yelped in surprise as you fell but the stranger steadied you against him.
"Are you alright?" asked the stranger's deep voice. You finally managed to look up, your faces only inches apart. He was so handsome that it nearly took your breath away. Your heart was beating wildly as you nodded but your eyes drifted to his lips instead. You had never done that before but that night you were feeling completely reckless. The stranger's eyes found your lips as well and you took your chance. You stepped on the tips of your toes and closed the space between the two of you. The stranger's hands moved from your arms down to your waist as he pulled you closer. The scent of his perfume gave you goosebumps. It was strong but elegant not like the cheap colognes of other guys.
Before you knew it, you found yourself in the young man's apartment. You only had time enough to find out that his first name was Jin and you didn't care about the rest. All you wanted was to forget about everything and Jin was so good at making you forget. His touch made your knees weak and his kisses were so strong and passionate that all you could think about was wanting him.
Jin unzipped your tight black dress and pulled it down to your waist. He kissed your exposed shoulders as you untucked his white shirt. A loud moan escaped your mouth when he found the sweet spot on your neck and your fingers balled around his shirt. Jin tore his lips away from your neck and left soft, wet kisses down your chest and your tummy until he came to your waist. He pulled your dress off completely, his mouth watering at the sight of your lacy underwear. He kissed the front of it, making you gasp as he yearned to get a better access. Jin's large hands squeezed your bum as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could have never found the confidence to do all of this so easily if you were completely sober and you were glad for the few drinks you had.
You swallowed hard when Jin laid you down on his bed and pulled off his shirt. As if his kisses and confident touch weren't enough to make you soaking wet, the sight of his god-like body made your skin crawl with fever.
You found yourself tracing your toes gently from the waist of his trousers and past his length that hardened even more beneath your touch and down to the middle of his thigh. Jin watched you with a look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. He took off his pants and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. You pulled him down to you, your lips finding his before you helped him slip it on. The brush of your fingertips against his member made him so hard that he could come there and then. Jin wouldn't allow himself, though, not before he could feel himself inside of you.
Jin climbed on top of you and found your soft lips again. Your kisses were driving him crazy.
"Can you go slowly at first?" you whispered into the kiss, your fingers tangled in the stranger's hair. Jin opened his eyes and found yours. If you could blush any more, you would.
"Of course," he agreed and left a hickey beneath your jaw. You smelled fantastic and it made him almost feral but he remembered what you said.
Jin took off your soaked-through underwear and pulled your hips closer to his before he guided himself inside of you. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning but it helped little to contain your little sounds of pleasure. You couldn't help but curse under your breath as Jin began to move his hips and you could feel every inch of him inside of you. Your heart was racing like crazy and you couldn't get enough. Your nails dug into Jin's back, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips. It felt so good that you never wanted the moment to stop.
"Fuck," groaned Jin as he came closer and closer. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown and his grip on your hands grew firmer. Jin's face buried into your neck when he came, his breathing loud and heavy as he tried to calm down. You caressed his back, no less excited although you didn't finish. You didn't even expect to, given that this was just a one-night stand.
Afterwards, Jin went to the bathroom and took off the used condom. He ran his fingers through his hair when he came back, his eyes finding your sprawled across his bed. You were still breathing heavily, one of your hands on your bare tummy, the other somewhere behind your head. Your gaze tied with his when he waited by the bed.
Jin's fingers traced your calf first then his hand slid up your leg as he climbed onto the bed and he reached your thigh. Jin kissed your tummy first, his teeth softly grazing against your skin. Your heart began to race again and your stomach flipped with fireworks. Before you realized what Jin was doing, his mouth had reached your wet pussy. You gasped when his lips closed around you sucking and kissing and his tongue drawing shapes in ways that brought you to the edge of screaming. Your back arched when Jin's hands wrapped around your thighs and he brought you closer, your toes curling and your heart beating so loud against your chest that you forgot how to breathe. You whimpered as your legs shivered and pleasure took over your entire body.
"Oh my god ..." you cried when Jin pulled away from the throbbing, wet mess between your thighs. He turned to the inside of your leg and pressed hard kisses there as well, leaving a red marks on your tender skin.
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You woke up in the morning with the sun in your eyes. You blinked, thinking you had died for a moment because it felt as if you had been sleeping on a cloud. It was just a large bed, however, with soft, plush covers scattered all around you. You sat up quickly when you remembered everything that happened. A blush so strong rose to your cheeks that your face was pulsating with heat. A sharp breath caught in your throat when you realized that you were naked and your underwear lay scattered on the bedroom floor. You jumped up quickly and put it on but your dress was nowhere to be found. There were three doors in the bedroom; one led to the walk-in closet, another to the hallway and the last one to the bathroom. Your dress wasn't there either but when you saw the smudged makeup on your face, you couldn't help but wash it away quickly and run your fingers through your tangled hair.
There was the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the apartment. You saw a white shirt at the foot of the bed and slipped it on. The smell of it reminded you of every detail of the night and made your face flush. When you slowly made your way down the hall, you took in the luxurious apartment, not even noticing how extravagant it was last night. As you looked around, a pair of dark eyes was watching you with great interest. Jin's gaze followed your bare legs, the silhouette of your lacy underwear beneath his white shirt and your soft hair bathing in the morning sunlight.
You could feel someone looking at you. A loud gasp escaped your mouth when you turned around and saw your one-night stand behind the kitchen isle. He looked even better than you remembered; he wore a fresh shirt and suit trousers, a golden watch shimmering on his wrist as he held a cup of coffee in his other hand. Not only did you feel under-dressed and awkward about last night, you suddenly realized how out of your league he was.
"Good morning," he said and took a small sip of coffee.
"I ... I couldn't find my dress," you almost stuttered as you hugged your arms. Your cheeks were on fire. The man gestured at the sofa behind you. You slipped back into the bathroom where you changed quickly, not having the smallest idea of how to navigate the situation.
When you returned to the kitchen, the man was still there.
"Coffee?" He offered you a cup.
"Thank you ..." you tried to remember his name but you couldn't even if there was a gun to your head.
"Jin," he filled in a small but amused smile on his handsome face.
"Jin," you repeated and took a long sip that you desperately needed. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," said Jin, unable to take his eyes off your beautiful face. He couldn't stop thinking about last night either. He couldn't say what it was and it irritated him to death, but something about you drew him in; he wanted to know more, he wanted to know everything.
"Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast," he offered, taking you completely by surprise. Based on what your friends told you, one-night stands don't go this way. Some guys even made the girls leave in the middle of the night and yet he was offering to make you breakfast.
"I ... I'm not sure," your statement sounded more like a question.
"You're not sure if you're hungry?" asked Jin, unable to keep the smile off his face at how adorable you were. The warm look in his eyes gave you butterflies.
"No, I am but ... Shouldn't I go now?" you asked, only realizing how dumb you sounded after saying the words. "I'm sorry, I've never really done this before," you confessed and only made your cheeks go even redder.
"I can see that," smiled Jin and went for the fridge where he grabbed some ingredients for an omelette. You were staying for breakfast.
"What ... What do you do?" you asked carefully as you sat by the counter, taking in the lavish apartment. Jin couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than you and yet he either seemed to be making a fortune or inherited a colossal amount of wealth from his parents.
"I have a significant share of a company," said Jin diplomatically as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt before he started whisking the eggs.
"Oh ..." You heard about really young people who invested at the right thing at the right time and became rich overnight. You figured Jin was one of them.
"Do you do this often?" you asked after Jin set a beautiful omelette in front of you.
"Cook?"
"No," you laughed a little, your cheeks turning red again. "I mean this ... Whatever it is ... was ..."
Jin watched you for a moment, trying to figure you out. He could tell that you had no idea who he was; he knew that last night already and it drew him in. People began to act differently once they found out who he was.
"Sometimes," said Jin honestly and you nodded as you took a delicious bite.
"This is really good," you complimented, completely focused on the food and not noticing the look of interest in Jin's eyes. He had never met anyone like you before.
"Thank you," he said. "You?"
"No," you almost laughed again and shook your head. "This isn't my thing, I've never even—" You stopped talking and froze when you realized what you just said. An eerie silence fell between the two of you as your face burned bright red and you could feel the blood pulsating from your neck to your cheeks.
You took another bite of the food and hoped Jin wouldn't ask further about what you practically revealed just now, but you could feel his eyes burn through you. For a long time, you really wanted your first time to be with someone special but as you grew older and went on more dates, the realization of that idea seemed nearly impossible. You didn't mind your first time being with Jin. You followed your instincts last night and went for it; it's not like you haven't done anything by yourself before that.
Jin watched you, trying to process what he just thought you said. His heart began racing faster as his eyes measured you from head to heel. You bit your lip as a pang of guilt shot through your chest.
"I hope you don't mind that I didn't say anything," you said apologetically and forced yourself to look up into Jin's eyes. "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it because it's isn't a big deal to me." Your voice slowly grew more quiet with each word. Jin stared at you, his lips slightly parted.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, leaning in slightly closer to you. Your eyes widened slightly and you blushed again. This was the last thing you expected him to say, a complete stranger.
You found yourself nodding truthfully. "Yeah, I ... It was great ..." you looked down at your plate and pulled another piece of omelette from the large roll with your fork. "It was pretty incredible really ..." you whispered under your breath when the memories came back to you.
Jin's hand went to your chin and propped it up before he kissed you. Your eyes widened at first but your instincts took over and you kissed him back. Your hand went to his smoothly-shaven cheek and you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan at how good Jin's plush lips felt against yours. He pulled away for a split second before leaning in again and pressing a shorter but no less passionate kiss to your lips.
Jin knew he was done for when he found it almost impossible to detach from your kiss. Your eyes staring up at him made his knees go weak - it was a completely new sensation for him.
"What are you doing tonight?" he found himself asking.
"I ... I don't know," you tried to think. The kiss made your brain all foggy.
"Let me take you out to dinner," said Jin. You stared at him puzzled.
"Me?" you asked timidly. You had never planned on this, not in a million years, but you would be lying if you said the thought of going out with Jin properly didn't excite you and give you butterflies.
"I'll pick you up at seven," he decided.
Namjoon
You were just coming back from the ladies' room with your girl friends when you saw a stunningly-handsome man. He was walking beside you back to the club area, his perfume sending shivers down your spine. The hallway narrowed to a single-door and he let you enter first.
"Thank you," you said with a small smile and slipped inside. When you glanced over your shoulder, the young man was nowhere to be seen. You frowned although you knew he was completely out of your league. What you found strange too, though, was that he was wearing a suit to the club. You wondered if he was the owner but he seemed much too young to own a business like this.
You had another drink and went back to the dance floor with your friends. You were dancing to the music, trying not to think about the absolute worst day you had. You couldn't believe how your best friend's boyfriend could manage to manipulate her so much that she would completely cut you off and her family too.
"I need to get some air," you voiced to your friend over the loud music. She nodded and continued on dancing.
You made your way through the pushy crowd, ignoring the weird guys who were gawking at you. They all looked the same; they dressed the same, they smelled like the same old cheap cologne; even their hair and faces looked the same.
You finally managed to make it through the back door, the cool air of the night filling your lungs and clearing your mind some.
"Everything alright?" asked a deep voice behind you. A small gasp escaped your lips as you jumped around. It's him, you realized when the young man in the suit stepped out from the shadows. He flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand.
You nodded as you hugged your bare arms. It was hot in the club but out here, the little black dress you wore wasn't remotely enough to keep you warm. Besides, you were sweaty from all the dancing.
"Actually, not really," you confessed and looked at the fluorescent light at the end of the back alley. The young man approached you.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked and made you smile. You shook your head although you could help but allow your eyes to drift to the man's gorgeous lips. Your skin turned hot and prickly.
A pair of drunk girls in high heels emerged from the club suddenly and stumbled at you, pushing you against the stranger. He caught your arms and steadied you.
"Are you alright?" he asked after he threw a glare in the girls' direction. They were gone, though, giggling and stumbling down the alley.
"I'm fine," you nodded quickly. "Thank you."
"No problem," he said quietly as you looked up at him. There was hardly any space left between the two of you. A sharp breath caught in the back of your throat as your gaze fell on his lips again and he saw it. The stranger leaned down and kissed you. You responded immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stepped on the tips of your toes. A small moan escaped your mouth when his hands took your hips and pulled you to him.
The moment that you made it into his apartment, the stranger grabbed your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.
"What's your name?" you whispered against his lips, hesitant to break the kiss for even a moment. He pulled away though, his eyebrows in a small frown as he looked you in the eye and stopped on his tracks. There was surprise in his dark irises and you wondered if he really was the owner of the club. You wouldn't have known him even if he was because you hardly ever went there.
"Namjoon," he said breathing heavily.
"I'm Y/N," you said quickly before you found Namjoon's lips again. His name sounded unique and familiar but in that moment you couldn't have thought about it less. All you wanted to do was to forget about everything and feel everything.
Namjoon sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, your legs straddling his massive thighs. You kissed him hungrily as his large hands slid up your thighs and beneath your dress up to your hips. They stayed there for a while before Namjoon unzipped your dress and pulled it over your head. His lips went to your neck as you blindly unbuttoned his shirt, losing track for a moment when he found your sweet spot and a moan escaped your mouth. Namjoon's hand moved down your back and behind your lacy underwear. He squeezed your bum and made you move your hips closer to him so that you could feel how hard you made him. Once your wet pussy grazed his length, you couldn't help but continue moving your hips along it, making Namjoon's trousers wet.
"Fuck," he muttered against your chest. His fingers dug into your soft skin as he helped you guide your hips along his member. Your hair smelled so good that it made Namjoon's skin prickle with fever. He couldn't take it any longer.
Namjoon picked you up and laid you down on his soft bed. He pulled off his half-unbuttoned shirt and unbuckled his belt. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and put it on although he wanted nothing more than tear it off and feel you raw.
"Come here," Namjoon almost growled as he pulled you back onto his lap. He let you stay on top although he was the one guiding you. A gasp-like moan caught in your throat as he entered you, making you feel so good. He moved his hips slowly at first, steadily as he watched your little pleasure-drunk frown. Your nails were digging into his strong chest, only making him more impatient. He guided your hips against him, your clit rubbing against his waist as you leaned forward. You began stroking yourself, the sight of it making Namjoon growl curses. He sat up properly and supported you in his strong arms as he made you take all of him. Your eyebrows were furrowed into a frown and your lips parted as you whined but it felt so good.
"Fuck ... Don't stop, don't stop," you begged as you edged closer. "I'm close," you whimpered just before your thighs quivered and Namjoon's thrusts made you wince after you climaxed. He was close too, so fucking close when he saw the expression on your face when you came.
Namjoon groaned against your chest when he came deep inside of you. The feeling of him throbbing inside your sensitive pussy made you whimper. You were breathing heavily in each other's arms, trying to find a way back from the high.
***
Your hands reached across the empty bed as you opened your eyes. It took you a moment to remember where you were and what happened. The memories brought a sharp blush to your cheeks as you sat up. You were wearing Namjoon's shirt and nothing else. The fabric still smelled like his perfume, giving you goosebumps.
You ran a hand through your messy hair as you stood up, your bare feet threading the cold wooden floors. For a moment your thighs quivered and your eyes widened. You remembered how good it was but even your body surprised you.
The first door that you opened was a bathroom and you couldn't be more grateful for it. After you gathered your clothes, you took a quick shower and washed away the makeup from last night.
When you made it back to the bedroom, a part of you hoped that Namjoon would be there and yet another was embarrassed to even look at him. You had never done anything like this before. You were always so calm and rational but last night something snapped in you. Everything had built up over the past few weeks and you just wanted to feel good for a change.
You made your way down the hallway and followed the sound of the TV news reporter. Namjoon was sitting on the sofa in front of a large TV and watching the morning news with the stocks information running at the bottom of the screen. He had a laptop open and a coffee in his hand. The apartment looked thrice its size in daylight and so lavish it made your stomach twist into knots. Maybe he really was the club owner.
You wondered whether you should say something at all or simply try and leave unnoticed. As you slipped behind Namjoon and almost reached the hallway, you bumped against an end table.
Namjoon turned around, his dark eyes finding yours.
"I'm just going to ..." you jumped around and gestured towards the door, letting him know you were going to be out of his way in a second. "I, um ... I left the shirt by the sink in the bathroom."
"Where are you going?" asked Namjoon and got up, forgetting completely about the stocks or the news or any of it.
"Home?" you suggested unsure. You had no idea how this worked. Based on what your more experienced friends told you, no one was lingering around for coffee and many of them were even asked to leave in the middle of the night or sleep on the sofa.
"Yeah, I know, of course," said Namjoon, a small smile creeping to his lips. He seemed much less intimidating now that he was talking to you rather than when he was frowning at the news. You almost forgot how handsome this man was but he reminded you simply standing in front of you.
"Do you want me to drive you?" he asked. Namjoon's voice was deep and dark but his brown eyes warm and inviting. "There's coffee too if you want."
You watched him unsure. His hands were in the pockets of his dark suit trousers and he wore a fresh new shirt as well.
"I, um ... Sure, coffee would be great," you smiled a little. "If it's not an inconvenience," you added quickly.
"Not at all," said Namjoon as he looked down at you. You looked different without your makeup and your hair done. You still looked perfect though.
You followed Namjoon into the kitchen where he grabbed some coffee. "I can try and make you some breakfast - try being the operative word," said Namjoon as he poured you some coffee.
"I'm sorry I really don't know what I'm doing right now," you said nervously as you hugged your arms. Namjoon turned to you, his brows in a small frown. "I've never done this before - should I've just left? I really don't want to impose if you're busy," you gestured to the living room behind you.
Namjoon rose his eyebrows as his eyes flickered to the TV before they tied back to your gaze. He placed a cup of hot, aromatic coffee on the counter before you and grabbed the remote. He turned off the TV and grabbed his own cup before he joined you in the kitchen.
"I'm not busy," said Namjoon. His hand brushed against your upper back as he made his way past you. Goosebumps rose on your arms.
"I'm curious," he confessed.
"Curious?" you rose your eyebrows, puzzled.
"Why did you do it this time?" asked Namjoon as you looked up at him. Your cheeks flushed pink.
"I just ... It's a really long story," you shook your head.
"I've got time," he said and sat down beside you. You gave him another look, unable to tell if he was just being polite but he seemed genuinely interested - so you told him. You told him about your best friend and how she had been acting strange since she started seeing this guy over a year ago; how she slowly cut everyone from her life and how it was your turn now.
"This is going to sound strange but ..." you shook your head as you stared down at your coffee. "I think my heart's broken." Your voice was quiet and weak. You licked your dry lips and looked up at the man who was nothing short of a stranger to you but he was listening to you nevertheless.
"I know it's not like love - romantic love - but ..." you tried to explain and ran a hand through your hair. "I just can't believe this is fucking happening ...
"I'm perfectly aware that I have no right to judge - I've never even dated anyone—" you went on but that's the last thing Namjoon heard. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he looked at you properly. He couldn't make himself believe the words coming out of your mouth. You were one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. Every last curve of your body reminded him of last night and made Namjoon realize how he wanted you for himself and not just for that one night and the fact that you were free ...
"I should probably go," you said when you saw the frown on Namjoon's face. You should never have stayed in the first place. But when you jumped off the stool, Namjoon stood up as well and caught your hand.
"Have dinner with me tonight."
"W-What?" you stuttered.
"Dinner tonight," decided Namjoon. "I'll pick you up at seven."
Yoongi
The dancing alone had little effect on you forgetting about your horrible day. The music was bad and the drinks you and your friends ordered were so watered down it was practically money thrown out the window. There was only one thing that was keeping your attention - him. He must have been around your age or maybe a few years older but it was dark and you didn't particularly care. He was talking to the club owner or perhaps a manager when his dark eyes found yours. A sharp breath hitched in the back of your throat when he caught you staring. You looked away at your friends who were dancing beside you but when you turned around, he was still watching you. His eyes tore themselves away from you when the manager motioned towards the back of the club.
It must have been an hour since when you told your friends you wanted to leave but they continued dancing. You tried make your way through the pushy crowd. There were guys gawking at you in your beautiful dress and your hair done perfectly. A couple of them wanted to stop you from leaving and make you dance with them but you managed to slip from their grabby, sweaty hands.
"God," you breathed as you pushed open some side door and the cool air of the night filled your lungs. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as if you were looking up at the night sky. You hugged your bare arms when the night air made you shiver.
"No, man, I'm telling you she wants it, I saw her go out here—" a man was talking to his friend and laughing drunkenly as they pushed through the same door where you came out. You jumped around when the door burst open and the two guys appeared that tried to make you dance with them. Your stomach twisted into knots and your skin prickled hot with fear. Your friends were still inside and there was no way of calling them.
"Look, there she is, I told you," grinned one of the guys and pointed his rude finger at you. The looks in the guys' eyes were terrifying because you had seen them a thousand times before and you knew exactly what they meant.
The smell of cigarette smoke came from the shadows on the other side of the door, only a small orange light visible to you. Someone stepped into the light in front of you, walking casually as if he were on an afternoon walk. Him. He breathed out the smoke as he took a look at his cigarette butt wondering if there was another drag hiding in there. His back was to you when he flicked away the cigarette absently and stared up at the two guys. The ribald expressions drained from their faces before they began pushing one another as to who will get back inside first. The heavy door closed behind them with a loud thud.
The man turned around and took a good look at your eyes.
"I saw you in there," he said after a while. His voice was quiet but dark enough to give you goosebumps.
"I saw you too," you said weakly. The stranger took off his jacket and offered it to you. "You don't need to—"
"Take it," he insisted, not unkindly. You thanked him and slipped on the warm jacket that smelled of heavenly perfume and a little bit of cigarette smoke.
"Do you need a ride?" asked the stranger and glanced over his shoulder at the door.
You nodded a little. "Yeah, okay." The reason in you told you not to go with him but you decided to trust your instincts. Everything about him drew you to him like a magnet, and little did you know that he felt the same way about you since the moment he saw you dancing in the club.
"What's your name?" asked the stranger as he opened his car door for you. He was leaning his arm against the frame when you froze, the two of you only inches apart.
"It's Y/N," you breathed, unable to keep your eyes from glancing at his lips. He nodded weakly and gave you his name.
Yoongi asked where you wanted to go once you were out on the road.
"Home," you said quietly as you watched the flickering lights of the city pass by.
"Where's that?" asked Yoongi, one of his hands on the steering wheel when he turned to you.
"I don't know where you live," you found yourself saying as you looked at him. Yoongi's lips parted slightly, his pitch black eyes studying you. He looked back at the road and made a turn at the next crossroads.
You followed Yoongi up an alarmingly tall apartment building where his place was at the very top. Yoongi let you in first after he unlocked the door. He turned on some lights as you took off your heels. He was right behind you. One of his hands slowly made its way around your waist whilst he moved your soft hair to one side of your neck with the other. Yoongi kissed your hot skin as you closed your eyes and let him. Your hand went over his that was resting on your waist, your fingers locking with his. You never imagined a stranger's touch could feel so good.
You turned around and caressed Yoongi's cheek, leading him down to your height. You kissed him slowly at first, but his grip securing on your hips encouraged you to deepen the kiss. His hands moved down to your bum and thighs where his fingers dug into your soft skin. He picked you up and sat you on the large end table Yoongi stepped between your legs that wrapped around his waist. Your back arched as you didn't want to break the kiss. A hint of cigarette smoke lingered on his tongue but you didn't mind, not that night. All you wanted was for him to touch you.
Yoongi's hands caressed your thighs before one of them rose beneath your skirt. You gasped when two of his fingers caressed the wet crease in your lacy underwear. Yoongi's eyes opened and found yours. He couldn't believe how wet you were and how hard that made him. Yoongi kissed you deeply, his lips returning to you over and over again for short, hungry kisses. Another one of your gasps filled Yoongi's mouth when his fingers began stroking your sweet spot. The fingers of one of your hands balled around the hem of his shirt whilst the other was tangled in Yoongi's dark hair.
You could feel how hard he was when Yoongi took his hand away and pulled your hips closer. He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, knowing his way around the dark apartment. Yoongi laid you down on his soft bed before he got up and took off his shirt.
"Help me," you whispered breathlessly as you got to your knees and turned around and pulled your hair aside. Yoongi unzipped your black dress, revealing the lacy back of your matching bra. He pulled the dress off your shoulders and kissed your there, leaving small bites along your soft, perfumed skin. You laid back down and let him pull off your dress completely.
Yoongi was watching you lie on his bed in nothing but your underwear, letting his imagination run wild. Your cheeks flushed pink under his gaze but it was too dark for him to notice. He knew, though, the moonlight was enough.
He took off his pants and grabbed a condom from one of the drawers of his nightstand. His hands were almost shaking with impatience.
Yoongi tasted the moan in your mouth when he entered you. Your nails dug into his back in pleasure as he began moving his hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, closing in what little space there was left between your bodies. Every thought but one disappeared from your mind - nothing else mattered but the two of you in that moment.
You began to stroke yourself. You didn't think you would feel like it but everything felt so good so you wanted to try.
"Let me do it," said Yoongi, his voice almost a growl. He grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath your hips and replaced your hand with his. He continued thrusting with the same rhythm that made you feel so good but now his fingers were caressing you as well. A loud moan rose from deep within your throat as your hands balled around the bed covers. Your eyes watered from the pleasure you were receiving. Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he watched you take him and come closer and closer.
"Fuck, please don't stop," you begged. Your back arched and your toes curled in pleasure as you felt the release all over your body. Yoongi came just after you, his member pulsating deep inside of you. He didn't pull out right away but leaned down to you and kissed you again. You wrapped around arms lazily around his neck and pulled him closer, your kisses showing him how good he made you feel.
***
You woke up late in the morning, not being able to remember the last time you had such a good night's sleep. You sat up in the unfamiliar bed wearing a hoodie far too large for your frame, the memories of last night coming back to you. Your neck and cheeks flushed red and your skin began to tingle as you fell back into the soft bed and savored the flashbacks. Something was moving in the hallway, a pair of quiet footsteps. Your eyes flashed open as you sat back up. The footsteps left again.
You found your underwear scatted on the bedroom floor and slipped it on quickly along with your dress. You were still holding the cozy hoodie in your arms when you made your way down the hallway and found Yoongi sitting at the kitchen counter. There was a laptop opened in front of him and a coffee in his hand. He rubbed his eyes when he felt your gaze on him and turned to you.
"Hi," you said with a small smile but didn't feel any less awkward.
Yoongi closed the laptop behind him and stood up. "Hi," he exhaled as thoughts stormed behind his eyes. There was a look on his face that you could not read.
"Do you want some coffee?" he offered.
"Sure," you nodded and came closer as he grabbed a cup for you. You placed Yoongi's hoodie on the counter by his laptop. His eyes flickered to it before they returned to you face as he handed you the coffee.
"Thanks," you accepted the drink gratefully, just the scent of it giving you goosebumps.
"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked out of nowhere, catching you off guard.
"Me?" you blurted as you looked up at his dark eyes. He nodded a little. You wondered what he was thinking; you wanted to know so bad but there was no way of telling.
"I'm okay," you nodded before the two of you sat down at the counter together. "Why?" you almost whispered. Yoongi was watching your every move, every breath that you took that made your chest rise and lips part, your fingers tapping nervously against the white cup, the lashes surrounding your beautiful eyes that were looking at him in turn.
You didn't know it then but Yoongi read people for a living and that's why you couldn't read him.
"You've never done this before," said Yoongi. His voice was quiet and smooth but it made you feel almost as if it stripped you naked and not in a good way.
You licked your dry lips as your stomach twisted into painful, anxious knots. He hurt your pride, though, and that hurt even worse. "If you didn't enjoy it, why didn't you just ask me to leave?" you said, almost snapping because no matter how hard you tried not to care, you did.
Yoongi's expression went blank for a moment before he realized what you thought he was insinuating and a smile broke on his lips. "I enjoyed it, that's not what I was saying," he looked down and remembered every second of it. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed it too much - enough to make him want to keep you there forever.
For some reason, Yoongi's genuine reaction made your cheeks even redder but it also made you feel more comfortable, especially now that your pride has been restored and even swelled. His smile was warm and honest unlike the formidable frown you saw him wearing last night at the club. Although in all honesty, you doubted that those guys would have just turned around and left you alone if he hadn't.
"I was just wondering why did you do it?" explained Yoongi. You licked your lips again and looked down at your coffee. You shook your head a little as everything came back to you.
"My best friend decided to cut me out of her life and I wanted to forget about everything," you told the truth when you looked up at Yoongi. As he watched you, he wondered if you had been as close to your friend as he was to his brothers. Even if you weren't, he understood.
"Listen, I ... I was wondering if you could still take me home," you asked slowly and remembered what you said last night. "To my place, I mean ... If it's not too big an inconvenience."
"I'll take you," said Yoongi. "I'll need to know where to pick you up for dinner tonight."
Hoseok
You were dancing with your friends when your eyes locked with a gorgeous man sitting in the VIP section. He was having a drink alone until the security guard let a young man pass into his section. He seemed more like a school boy rather than an adult. The handsome stranger kept his eyes on you a moment longer before he turned to the kid and you found yourself blushing. You turned to your friends and tried not to think about him although it was easier said than done. When you turned around, however, the stranger was no longer there. You frowned a little but figured he was way out of your league anyways and continued dancing.
The club became more crowded by the hour. You pushed your way through the dancing crowd to the bar.
"Can I get a bottle of water, please?" you shouted at the barman over the loud music. He nodded absently, swaying to the rhythm of the music. As you looked across the packed club, you knew it was your time to leave.
"What are we drinking?" asked a smooth voice beside you. You turned and came face to face with the handsome guy from the VIP section.
"It's you," you blurted unintentionally although the loud music hid your surprise a little. The man had a smile on his lips that made your tummy swirl with butterflies.
"Here you go," said the bartender as he sat your bottle of water on the bar. His eyes went to the stranger beside you whilst you thanked him.
"Mr Jung, the usual?" asked the bartender. He stayed still this time and paid attention, no longer dancing to the music and taking orders absently.
You looked at the man beside you. He was smiling still as his eyes shifted between your water and back to your eyes.
"Do you want to have a drink with me?" he asked politely. You stared at him conflicted.
"I ... I was just about to leave," you confessed although the offer was more than tempting. Jung leaned down closer to you, his perfume giving you goosebumps, and you repeated what you said.
"You're not having a good time?" he asked, his eyes taking in every feature of your face.
"No, I did," you said quickly. "But there's too many people now."
"Somewhere quiet then?" asked Jung, his face only inches away from yours. You couldn't help but glance at his beautiful lips and bit yours. Your heart was beating against your throat with excitement.
You nodded.
Before you knew it, you were in a beautiful penthouse apartment sitting on a soft sofa whilst the man, who you learned was Jung Hoseok, opened a bottle of wine. For a moment, you thought that you were in a dream. You were a little tipsy from the club but only so much that you didn't worry about the little things and not enough that it would keep you from feeling slightly nervous.
You had a sip of wine.
"You okay?" asked Hoseok, now sitting beside you as you faced one another. "Want me to take you home?"
"No, I'm okay," you said truthfully. You had never done this before and in your imagination - based on what your friends told you - it was anything but this. The wine, the beautiful apartment, the gorgeous man who made even the most confident parts of yourself feel self-conscious. You imagined it would be in the back of a car somewhere with both you and the random guy you danced with drunk out of your minds.
"I saw the way you danced," said Hoseok, one of his arms outstretched towards you over the back of the sofa, nearly touching your hair.
You blushed and laughed a little. "I can't dance," you shook your head and placed down your glass. Hoseok did the same.
"I beg to differ," said Hoseok, his voice deep and quiet enough to make your heart skip a beat. Your lips parted as you sat only inches apart. Hoseok glanced at your lips before his gaze returned to your eyes. Your butterflies turned into fireworks.
You scooted even closer and caressed his cheek before your lips melted into a soft but passionate kiss. Hoseok's hand slip up your thigh and to your waist where his fingers dug into your soft skin. You couldn't suppress a small moan as he pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss. Hoseok's hand moved from your knee, beneath your skirt and up your thigh.
You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. "I've never done this before," you confessed, hoping that he won't change his mind.
"It's okay," murmured Hoseok against your lips, his eyes closed.
"No, not just the one-night stand," you said quietly but responded to his kiss. "I've never ..." You shook your head a little. Hoseok's eyes opened. You couldn't tell what it was that you saw; there was desire and disbelief and something else that you couldn't point out.
"I want to do it," you asserted before Hoseok could even ask. Your fingers were tangled in his hair. "If you're okay with it," you licked your lips, feeling his hot breath on your skin. Hoseok didn't have to say anything - his eyes spoke for him. He found your lips again. His hands slid beneath your thighs as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.
Hoseok pulled off his shirt immediately before he helped you out of your dress. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with you between his legs as he took off your clothes and his dark gaze worshiped your body. His mouth was parted, a small shadow of a smirk hiding in the corner of his lips as he looked up at you. Your skin was prickling with fever when you pushed your hair on the side of your neck and kissed him. Hoseok pulled you down to his lap so that you were sitting on one of his thighs with your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips guided your kiss expertly. For a moment, you felt self-conscious about your lack of experience compared to him, but his touch made you forget about everything. One of his arms was locked around your waist whilst the other roamed up your thigh. Hoseok's fingers found their way beneath the hem of your underwear as he squeezed your bum tightly, making you moan against his lips. Hoseok took his hand back and traced the hemline of your waist until he reached the front but he never broke the deep kiss. His long fingers caressed over the fabric of your underwear and slid down to your pussy. His middle and ring finger grazed through your crease, finding the fabric completely soaked through. You gasped at his gentle but confident touch, your pussy throbbing beneath his fingers.
Hoseok pulled away from the kiss and opened his eyes, a soft grin in the corner of his lips when he saw how needy you were. Your glossy eyes begged him not to tease you and he obliged. Hoseok kissed you again, more hungrily now as the fingers of his one hand dug into the soft flesh of your waist and of the other pushed your underwear aside and caressing you skin to skin. You whimpered when his thumb found your clit and drew circles against it whilst he stroked the rest of you with his two long fingers. Hoseok didn't even have to slide his fingers inside of you to make you come because you were already gasping and moaning against his neck. He decided to push you a little further and dipped his fingers inside of you. Another whimper filled your mouth, followed by a series of cries as you reached another climax and your thighs began to quiver.
"That's it," groaned Hoseok quietly against your ear as he let you rest against his neck. "Look how well you did." He wrapped both of his arms around you and held you close. If he hadn't already been rock hard from seeing your body and touching you, the look of drunken pleasure on your face would have done it for him.
Hoseok left small, tender kisses down your neck. "You smell so nice," he murmured when he felt your fingers run through the hair on the back of his head. You moved your lips to his shoulder and kissed him, slowly reaching up his neck and jaw until you found his lips. He tasted and felt so good that you never wanted to break the kiss and for a while longer your wish would be granted.
Hoseok took off his trousers and found a condom whilst you pulled off your underwear. His eyes watched you as you did so, another rush of desire shooting through him.
"Come here," muttered Hoseok as he climbed on top of you and pulled you closer. He found your lips again, kissing you and kissing you until you were breathless and reaching for him. A whimper-like moan escaped your mouth when he entered you slowly, his hand holding down one of your wrists. You frowned in pleasure as your fingers dug into the small of his back. Hoseok was watching you, checking on you although there was no need. You only wanted more.
Hoseok moved his hips, entering you deeper and deeper. You winced from sensitivity and pleasure whenever he touched your clit. You went to touch yourself but Hoseok took your wrists and pinned them beside your head as he stopped thrusting his hips. You opened your pleasure-drunk eyes and saw him watching you with an amused look in his dark irises.
"Not yet," he said to you and let go of your wrists as he almost sat up. He took in the sight of your body - little silvers of your come on your stomach where he traced his fingers, your breasts and nipples perfect to touch and kiss and stroke, but most of all the dreamy look in your eyes.
"Look at you ..." Hoseok said to himself. "How pretty you are for me, little kitten," he murmured as he came back down and gave you a kiss different from the others.
Hoseok began moving his hips again, this time his pace faster and his length entering you fully. Your mouth was full of soft moans as you inched closer again. Hoseok reached down and caressed your little sweet spot, making your thighs quiver in matter of seconds. Even as you came again, Hoseok didn't slow down but picked up his pace instead. His fingers were soaked with your come when he locked them with yours, his other hand propped against the bed when he came as well. He squeezed your hand tightly before he released it. Hoseok leaned his forehead against yours, his chest heaving as you felt him throb deep inside of you. Your legs were wrapped around his hips even after he was done and he was in no hurry of pulling out.
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Come morning, a small moan caught in your throat as you turned in the soft bed and buried your face into the soft pillow. You stretched your sore legs before you blinked slowly and adjusted to the morning light. It took you a moment to remember last night, and when you did, your face was flushed and your eyes grew wide open. Your heart was pumping hard in your chest when you sat up and looked around the spacious bedroom. The mattress beside you was empty but you could hear little noises coming from the rest of the apartment.
You got out of bed and tiptoed around the carpet as you collected your underwear and your dress. The bathroom door was cracked open and you slipped inside. You got dressed and washed your face, holding a hand of cool water against the back of your neck as you struggled to clear your head of the memories of last night. Your insides were tingling with butterflies just at the thought of Hoseok touching your body - you didn't even know how you would look him in the eye later. Perhaps you wouldn't even have to, you thought, remembering all the stories your friends told you about horrible one-night stands. Your heart sunk a little at the idea, but on the other hand, you couldn't expect much else from this.
You brushed your hair with your fingers as you made your way down the hallway, following the sounds that were coming from the kitchen.
Jung Hoseok was standing behind the kitchen isle, a neat wooden tray sitting on top of it. There was a croissant, a bowl of mixed berries, a glass of orange juice and he had just placed a cup of coffee on there as well. His sharp eyebrows were arched in a frown and his lips were parted slightly. He wore a classic white shirt and a pair of elegant black trousers with a metallic watch glimmering on his wrist. Hoseok's dark eyes looked up at you suddenly when he felt someone watching him.
"Good morning," he spoke, his formidable frown replaced immediately with a warm smile like sunshine breaking through a storm. You blushed.
"Hi," you greeted as you fixed the thin strap of your dress and came a little bit closer. "Should I ..." you asked carefully, gesturing in the direction of the exit if you remembered correctly from last night.
Hoseok frowned a little. "You don't have to leave yet," he said, his eyes glancing down at your exposed shoulders. "I made you breakfast."
"It's for me?" you asked, the corners of your eyebrows curved downwards when you looked at the beautiful tray.
"Of course," smiled Hoseok. "Sit down." As he made his way past you, his hand touched your waist and his lips kissed your cheek.
"I'll be right back."
His touch left tingles on your skin as you watched him disappear down the hallway before you sat down at the kitchen isle. The fresh smell of berries and the crisp scent of the pastry invited you. You took the coffee first, however, and took a sip before you wrapped your cold hands around the warm porcelain.
"Here," said Hoseok when he appeared beside you. He handed you a soft black hoodie and you looked up at him surprised. There were goosebumps on your arms and the morning was much colder than the hot night when you were dancing in the club.
"How did you sleep?" asked Hoseok with a smile as he grabbed his own cup of coffee and sat down beside you after you pulled on his hoodie and melted into its softness.
"Great, thank you," you nodded and stole a few berries from the neat white bowl. You were about to ask him the same but he spoke first.
"How are you feeling?" Hoseok smile faded a little as a soft frown gathered on his handsome face. You stopped chewing for a moment, taken back by the question, and your cheeks grew pink.
"I'm okay," you said more quietly now and focused on your coffee cup.
"Are you sure?" asked Hoseok. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as he took in every little detail of your beautiful face. He kept thinking how he should have been gentler and how he should have asked you more if you were okay. Hoseok was well aware that you were practically strangers but there was something that drew him to you, that made him want to protect you and take care of you at any cost.
Hoseok tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle gesture made you look up into his warm, dark eyes.
"Yeah," you nodded. "I'm great, it was great."
Hoseok studied your features a moment longer but you were telling the truth. In fact, your words were an understatement about how you felt about last night.
You bit your lip as you couldn't help but glance at Hoseok's lips, wondering what it would be like to have him kiss you again. But you knew it was just a one time thing and that you were done now.
You looked away but Hoseok saw everything and it made his heart skip a beat.
"Have dinner with me tonight?" he asked out of nowhere, the question sounding more as a statement. Your gaze shot up at him.
"What?" you almost stuttered.
"Have dinner with me tonight," Hoseok spoke again; this time there was no room for question.
"But ... you barely know me," you shook your head a little although the thought of it awoke every last butterfly in your body.
"I'll get to know you," said Hoseok quietly as a small smile grew on his features and he leaned in closer. Your eyes fell to his beautiful lips and a sharp breath caught in the back of your throat.
"Okay," you nodded weakly when you saw Hoseok's gaze shift from your eyes to your lips.
"Good." Hoseok closed the space between you as his lips found yours, making your tummy explode with fireworks.
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lunatf-ao3 · 2 months ago
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HEAT CYCLE ❦︎
Optimus Prime/cybertronian!Reader
[⚠︎]: nsfw, size difference, oral sex, blowjob, heat cycle
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"Optimus~..." You call his name pleadingly, leaning against his neck, behind the chair. "please, please, I need you so much." Muttering between the various wires, you insist.
How long have you been like this, constantly interrupting his work?
It's not your fault, it's the fault of your heat that, after many cycles of tranquility, is attacking you again. Despair invades from your tank to your valve, but Optimus refuses to give you what you desire: him.
"I am sorry, little one. I know it must be hard, but I am afraid to hurt you. You are a petite femme, I am not sure you can handle something my size."
"I wll ride you until it fits." You growl, and Optimus almost looks giving in.
"Just... take some pills, okay? I am busy right now, we can talk later."
"No~! I want you, now!" Another whine, and you brace yourself against him, rubbing your faceplate on his shoulder. "Come on, you do not even have to strain yourself, I will get you on this chair and you can get on with your work, okay? I will not get in the way of your view, please, please, please-"
"Stop." Optimus exhaled, finally turning around in his seat to look at you. Without a word, he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly. His interface panel brushed against yours, and you could almost overload there. "I am sorry, my sweet spark."
He gave you a kiss on your helmet and led you out of the room.
Great.
But you are not giving up on that.
You walk in one more time (because you know the long access code perfectly well) and you can hear the old leader sigh. This time, trying a different approach, you crawl under his desk.
"What are you doing?"
"I will suck you, of course."
"...No. Get out of there, now."
"Please!" You caress his panel. "I will do it right, okay? I will leave you alone later, okay?"
With one more exhalation of his vents, he simply stood upright and went on with his work. You take that as a yes.
With caresses as soft as a feather, you open the panel with enough enthusiasm to uncover your valve simultaneously. Delicious, thick and juicy, Optimus's spike greets you, hard and arched as ever, taking it in your servo, you bring it close to your derms.
You don't hesitate to give it a good lick from start to tip, the metallic taste enveloping your glossa. You hum, filling it again and again with well-deserved licks and wet kisses. The length is too long to take it in your mouth completely, but you don't hesitate to give it light licks all over.
"Ngh... Sweet spark..." Optimus grunts, spreading his thighs further apart, giving you much better space to work on his now weeping spike. Semen slides from the cleft of the tip to the saddle, thick and bitter, but are you really going to refuse the taste of your lover? Of course not! You suck the tip deliciously clean, rubbing it on your face.
"Give me some more of your transfluid, will you? You taste so good! So good!! Come on, feed me."
"Just... Shut up- Shut up and keep sucking." Optimus pushes your head and you don't hesitate to obey, taking it in your hands to suck every part of the shaft forgotten, leaving it glistening with your oral lubricant. Thick tears of cum stain the fat length and your servos, which you don't hesitate to clean with your glossa.
Optimus continued to work, stuttering digits as you toiled arduously on his hard spike. Sucking and kissing deliciously, stimulating the sensitive receptors in that area. He still felt a little annoyed that he gave in so quickly to you, just as he felt a little bad about rejecting you in your heat. But he was still determined not to give in to anything else, afraid of hurting your valve. But for now...
Optimus guided your helmet to the tip of his spike, gripping one of your antennae tightly to push his hips into your mouth. You don't complain at all as you take the weeping tip into your warm intake. It feels good, the metal is smooth at the tip, while the rest is accompanied by slight indentations, the sour taste of the transfluid doesn't bother you. You can feel a few drops of lubricant dripping from your valve, preparing you to receive something else.
You suck delicately, enjoying the slight twisting of the leader, going up and down for what you are limited to receive: its tip.
In the meantime, the Prime becomes more and more distracted from his work, confusing letters and writing irregularly. But how could he ignore the little fembot between his legs, sucking him so professionally? It is impossible not to let a few drops of transfluid escape into the warm orifice where only energon should enter.
You look up at the optics, a part of the metal protruding from your cheek, giving him a nice, exciting view.
He himself knows that you have it wrapped around your little finger, he also knows that you know it perfectly well, especially when you convince him so easily and he enjoys it. Actually, why does he resist you? Sighing, he finally steps away from the computer, making room to bring his servos down and stroke your helmet contemplatively. You were good at tending to his tip, but maybe you could go a little lower... Gently but firmly, he pushed your head down to swallow more of his spike.
You moan a little, feeling the components of your intake being pushed aside and accommodating the hard metal going in, barely making it a little less than halfway in. You must admit it's slightly painful, making you spill a few drops of lubricant from your optics, but you're not going to stop for that. You suck as much as you can, twisting your glossa in the tight space.
Optimus moans, a deep, guttural sound that makes your valve drip. It's the first time you've heard him moan, and it's absolutely delicious. Without thinking about missing it, you run your helmet up and down, running what you can up and down his spike while your servo runs the rest.
"That is..." Optimus babbled, stroking and playing with your antennae awkwardly. A few drops of transfluid lubricate your lips.
You increase the speed, squeezing it down your throat harder for what seemed like hours.
Until finally the overload attacks you. His servo pushes your head all the way down as he releases the sweet juice of his ecstasy straight into your intake, your auditory sensors barely able to process the moans.
Your moans are heard only when the transfluid spills from between your dermas, Optimus pulls out his spike and lets the rest of the thick semen adorn your faceplate.
"Uhm... You look beautiful like this." He caresses you before carrying you, sitting on his lap. "I think I am ready to get you ready for me now."
Another victory for you.
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fatehbaz · 2 months ago
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thank you.
endemic species. among "largest (terrestrial) salamanders on planet" (only four species in genus Dicamptodon, only in PNW/Norcal; the other three live on the coast).
isolated, small, limited distribution range. a "rainforest creature" away from the Pacific coast, iconic emblem of a relatively not-well-known and rare terrestrial biome/ecoregion ("inland temperate rainforest").
shares habitat/range with other dramatic creatures (grizzly bear, black bear, gray wolf, wolverine, fisher, lynx, puma, mountain caribou, moose, elk, inland tailed frog, Chinook salmon, lots of snails and slugs and ferns and cedar and hemlock).
superlative larvae (aquatic larvae swim around in cold, clear, steep, small, fast-flowing mountain streams with lots of little waterfalls, rather than typical still-water ponds/pools like many other salamanders; many larvae are neotenic, reaching reproductive maturity while retaining gills/paddle-tail, achieving massive sizes, swimming around in the little stream in pools beneath waterfalls like a dragon).
that thread shows a (large, maybe neotenic, maybe close-to-transforming) larva, but you should see the terrestrial adults. (larvae can be dense in some streams, but adults can be hard to see. i've met ecologists who'd never seen a terrestrial adult. much of their distribution range is designated roadless "wilderness" area and in rugged topography of forested mountains, so the streams can be hard to access. streams can be partially subterranean, and the adults could be underground, hiding under layers of moss mats and cedar debris and tangled sticks and logs and stones and mud, so i go out at night when it's raining.)
they're so pretty. glistening gold, amber, brown, sometimes purple-ish.
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this is one i found crawling in this big cavern space beneath this massive log-jam of dozens of huge cedar logs, but then (incredibly) found again weeks later in the same spot (not the only time i've seen this happen, but stuck firmly in my sentimental memory because of the cave-crawling and there was a thunderstorm):
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this is the longest one i'd ever seen (the heaviest/largest i'd seen was gravid and living only one hundred meters away in the same little stream, and she was one of those who i encountered more than once):
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coriphallus · 8 months ago
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DA: The Veilguard Spoiler review pt2 - The Grime
this is a hard one to tackle without strawmaning anyone because itll be a direct response to alot of defense ive seen for the games morality system so ill just start by saying, iykyk
never a genre has been better equipped to discuss ethics than the interactive medium of games and yes, bioware games have been doing it since baldurs gate and no, theyve not always been 'centrist' and 'conservative'. im not even gonna entertain that idea. do you remember the cultural landscape DA:O released to? the landscape it was developed in? dont give me that just because zevran doesnt write in his little notes -that you can conveniently read- 'gay good. not me but me bisexual'
Thedas is a flawed world and its a world thats just as desperate to hang on to its status quo as our own. every time you play an elf thats thriving, or a human thats queer, or a mage thats not institutionalised you exist in a world that doesnt want you, it is an act of defiance that you do.
im sure we can all see why these games were so popular with the audience they can only weakly try to pander to today.
derailing time again; so one of my favourite paintings of all time is saturn devouring his son. it makes me feel so uncomfortable that it gave me nightmares as a child, and i still cant look at it without feeling this knot in my throat. i hate it. i hate how it makes me feel, how that man looks at me in terror like its begging me for help while cannibalising another. weird story but i was bewitched by that painting as a little kid.
it is not a well drawn painting, the proportions are all over the place, brush strokes crude and inelegant. it doesnt even have a deeper story nor was it intended for an audience. i will never know what goya thought of when drawing it.
i thought alot about that painting later in my life when i was struggling with mental health problems, i thought about goya alot too as an adult and after learning about his life. i stared at his paintings and remembered when i told my dad that i hated [saturns] big eyes and hed jokingly said "it would be scarier if he didnt have eyes"
i know what the drawing looks like now, nearly everyone with a little access to the internet does. if somebody removed saturn from it, we'd still be left with a brutalised headless carcass of a man in a canvas too big for itself. if we removed that too all we'd be left with would be void.
i dont want to live in a world where all i know of goya is his rococo work, i dont want to stare at the painting of a void knowing what filled it before. i hated every second of germinale but i never wanted it to be anything other than itself, the story it tells could never hold credence otherwise.
DAV has done its best to paint over it, but its still on the old canvas and i cant look away from the negative space its left, i know whats under it and it unsettles me, infuriates me. it hands me a palette with baby blues and pinks and tells me to paint over it to make a prettier painting. didnt i hate the eyes? wasnt it gross before?
i am not going to write why we need some grime in art, but its absence is disheartening. and to those who say hanged people in the streets or blighted villagers is dark and mature ill say no. its a kids idea of maturity, its the aesthetic of it with no substance. it means nothing to me if rook can just drench themselves in gallons of blight as they crawl through it. the horror of blight has never been the black goo and slimy tentacles, or the monster woman with way too many tits. it is watching people you love slowly fade away, it is a woman who was forced to cannibalise the contaminated flesh of her friends because the woman she loved betrayed her, it was the sheer scale and inevitability of it.
one area we go to is overrun by it and the game begs me to feel hopeful that flowers are growing again when it never let me lose hope. people have already prevailed, they have roofs over their heads and a steady supply of food on their tables. their spirit is unwavering.
its bad, everybody says. the sky is grey and soil is blackened, as my rook turns some statues to access a haunted house whos inhabitants are long gone and the only story they could ever tell is gone with them.
if the question is do i want to see famine? plague? misery? abuse? assault? the answer is yes. yes. i want to see it all of the filth. i rather face the fucking monster head on with its big bulging eyes and misshapen limbs than stare at the abyss its absence leaves on the canvas.
and if nothing else, this bastardization is disrespectful to the people who gave the IP its fame.
Why choose to be good?
back in the bsn days ive wondered why, even in a fictional universe where your choices have no real-life repercussions what-so-ever, players had more 'good' playthroughts than 'bad'?
what happens when you start killing NPCs, when youre needlessly mean to them? the game actively closes off its own content. you get less out of the game. just as, completely incidentally, you'd get less out of your life if you just started killing everyone around you. The world would be emptier, youd be alone.
in that quote i stole from good place chidi doesnt ask "why be good?" the wording is painfully deliberate. doing good is always a choice, and often not the easy one. what makes the act matter is that you chose to do it, even when given 6 other options not to. did i stop in the middle of an important quest to help a man retrieve an heirloom from a darkspawn infested hut? did i hear what that heirloom meant to him?
i cant stop thinking about that speech ever since playing this game after knowing its predecessors.
So, why do it then? Why choose to be good, every day, if there is no guaranteed reward we can count on, now or in the afterlife? I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.
i cant stop looking at this game that spits on its own legacy and think how could they have missed what fundamentally makes us human so bad, what makes us relate and empathise with eachother. what makes us pick the option to interact with an npc who openly hates what hawke is, and allow us to see the traumatised man underneath.
these characters of fiction are written by real people. i have absolutely nothing in common with a guy from canada yet for a brief moment in time i feel a sense of camaraderie as ive felt with goya that i couldnt articulate as a kid.
Nothing too terrible
DAV says it over and over again -as its wont to do with every piece of its flimsy morality- that people can change, people can be redeemed yet it shines as the game with most static characters in its franchise. it simply says things, and since it has nothing to show for it it makes sure to say it repeatedly, in case you missed it.
so when i first played DAO i was in high school, i started with a human noble because fresh out of dark side edgy kotor fame i wanted to be a posh brat. also because, ya kno, we were poor my entire life up until that point and i wanted to have power.
i committed to it, even as the game stripped cousland of everything he had, because i thought a man like him would. i picked the racist options, the sexist options, the options a man in couslands place would. halfway point of the game as i exhausted the initial dialogues something happened; this man who got paid to kill people, who showed no remorse nor care for his victims, begged my cousland to stil his blade.
and i did. i thought maybe he would be as confused as i was, maybe he had a moment of clarity but from thereon bit by bit he was less of an asshole. the characters grew around me, and my character grew around them. i chose to be good because -textually- we were in this together, at the end of all things.
rook is not a character, theyre a mascot. and quite frankly i think they may be a very evangelical mascot because they remind me of evangelical preachings of jesus more than the man from the bible (and i say this as someone whos only exposure to christianity has been through foreign media and the bible ive read that one time). they are the epitome of do no evil and their existence hinges on the frail concept of moral purity. theyre not a person trying to do good, who wants to be good, they are 'good'
-and lemme tell you its a wild choice to have someone like that locked in a prison of 'regret'-
rook can be mean to only one person in the game, and thats someone they dont even have a personal beef with for the most part. but even then they would be shouting at a wall because the game doesnt only undermine them with its narrative, but also every npc in the game suddenly gets possessed by the ghost of wattpad rejects past for a moment to tell them everyone can be redeemed. and i believe it because i played the other games, i believe it because i know zevran and sten and morrigan, isabela and thom and iron bull and dorian. i know it because i can see the vague shapes behind the new coat of paint but i am not rook.
so no, the game fails to get people-can-change points by its own merit, and it cannot gain points from its prequels because it destroyed them. none of those characters i watched grow exist in this universe. zevran cant exist with DAV crows, fenris` story cant exist in an imperium with invisible slaves only glimpsed through empty cages and broken chains left scattered on the ground. i dont know which morrigan this NPC is, is it the woman who grew to learn kindness, who begged to sleep with her friend just to save them despite knowing it would play into the plans of a destiny she so desperately tried to break free from? or is she the clever puppet her mother groomed her to be who wanted to harness the power of a god? i dont know her, i dont know this dorian or this isabela beyond their names ipso facto this is not a sequel.
bellara asks an assassin why he is trying to save the world and his answer is "ive done some things in the past im not too proud of. nothing too terrible, but some of it was bad." and i can hear the games desperation for me to not engage with its material in that 'nothing too terrible'
lucanis never killed anyone innocent, taash never harmed an animal they could shoo of or reason with, emmrich venerates the dead and is friends with every wisp he pulls to use in menial labour, davrin joined the wardens willingly because he wanted to do good...
rook tells harding that her anger is justified when shes not even allowed anger of her own.
nothing too terrible.
aside from creating boring and nonsensical and static characters it creates a dreadful echochamber that we're forced to sustain. No taash is not valid, their gender is but their behaviour is not and for the character to grow and mature it needs to be addressed. lucanis doesnt need to be pampered in shock blankets he needs to see how repressing his problems and jeopardising his health puts people around him in danger etc etc. they are adults and they need to learn more complex ways of healing. and if rooks flaw is that theyre an enabler, then that needs to be acknowledged by the narrative in some way too, and not mindlessly endorsed because they say some buzzwords.
none of these interpersonal relationships feels real because none of these people feel real beyond some draft of themes and tropes. some interactions literally remind me of two bots in facebook comments
i look at this dialogue wheel with familiar symbols and all im reminded of is hawke telling carver he carries every death with him, of him telling his uncle that he wasnt fast enough, of him begging the person he loves to tell him that his mothers death wasnt his fault.
and they dont. they just sit there with him.
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angelicchris · 5 months ago
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hide-and-seek | chris sturniolo
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in which ₊˚ chris and reader get carried away during an innocent game of hide-and-seek.
warnings ₊˚ smut, fingering (male to female), caught in the act (kinda), dom!chris x sub!reader
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“move out of my fucking way,” chris said through a laugh, as he pushed past you and matt. you were spending the night at the triplets house, and all four of your childlike amusements came crashing over your rational at 2 a.m., as you all found yourselves now playing an intense game of hide-and-seek.
stumbling slightly from the push, you and matt follow chris’ lead in racing in your own separate directions to hide from nick, who’s back was turned away from the three of you as he counted to thirty. as quietly as you could, you raced upstairs, making your way to a closet. you yanked the door open, crouching down to sit with your legs pressed up to your chest in the small dark space. just as you were trying to quietly catch your breath, the door was pried open—revealing none other than chris.
“chris, get out,” you whispered frantically, shooing him out of the closet with your hands. “fuck, no. matt stole my spot,” he told you as he shut the door behind him, crouching down to sit next to you. “yeah, well now you’re stealing my spot,” you complained. “shh,” he said, covering your mouth with his hand. the sudden silence from the two of you finally let you hear the sound of nick shuffling downstairs, searching every corner of the house. chris, however, kept his hand over your mouth, his firm grip causing a blush to crawl up your cheeks. you were suddenly grateful for the dark space, hoping that chris wouldn’t see the effect his action had on you. when he looked over at you, however, he noticed. he slowly removed his hand from your mouth, his eyes never once leaving yours. suddenly, he brought his hand that had been previously covering your mouth down to rest on your upper thigh.
as the seconds ticked by, his hand began to creep higher. you held your breath, fearing that you would reveal not only where you two were hidden, but also the desperation you felt for his hands to rise higher. your desperation, however, didn’t go unmatched, as there was an evident growing tent through chris’ pyjama pants. as you sat criss-crossed in your shorts, you attempted to stifle a moan as chris’ fingers pulled them aside. his fingers reached your underwear, pushing the fabric aside—allowing him full access to your wet core.
“you’re so wet, we haven’t even done anything yet,” chris teased, his index finger and thumb toying with your slick folds. “please,” you whispered, desperation clouding your thoughts. you released a gasp as chris’ long, slender fingers plunged into your core slowly. his fingers stretched out your inner walls, which clenched around his digits. “shit,” he whispered, looking down at your wetness soaking through to your shorts, and his growing erection on his own lap.
his fingers curled up into you at the perfect spot, causing you to let out a quiet moan. “shh,” chris said quietly, sticking his thumb from his other hand into your mouth to quiet you. you sucked on his thumb as you came undone around his fingers, your eyes locking with his. “fuck, you look so pretty, keep looking at me,” chris urged, as he helped you calm down from your orgasm. when you were spent and breathless, you leaned your head against the back wall of the closet, shutting your eyes. chris gently removed his fingers from you, causing you to gasp slightly. he popped his fingers into his mouth to savour your release, all signs of your treacherous encounter being gone.
that was, however, until the closet door swung open. nick and matt stood in the threshold, staring down at the two of you. “we couldn’t find you guys anywhere,” nick explained. it was when the two brothers noticed your laboured breathing, accompanied by the wet patch on your shorts, and the bulge protruding from chris’s pyjama pants, that they realized what you two had done. the two brothers stood there horrified—nick looking disgusted, while matt’s mouth hung wide open. “oh my God, i’m going to be sick,” nick proclaimed dramatically, shutting the closet door. chris laughed loudly at his brothers reactions. “we’ll continue this later,” he said, as he got up to check on his brothers.
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consider this me studying for biology ౨ৎ
i also dk how y’all be writing smut sm, like this shit makes me feel like i have to go confess my sins to a priest
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hsunrry · 10 months ago
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car ride // one shot
harry styles x fem!reader
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summary: you went with your boyfriend on the car trip.
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words: ~1,2k
warnings: smut18+, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, praise
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“you turned into wrong direction.” you mumbled, looking at the gps in his phone. he took a deep breath.
“y/n, baby, i know what i’m doing.” he said, looking at gps. he frowned. “yeah, okay i turned into wrong direction.”
“let’s just take a break.” you said, raising your hand to caress his cheek slightly. “you’re driving for 9 hours straight.” he sigh and nodded.
“okay, i see there is a nice viewpoint we can stay for the night.” he glanced at his phone. it was already plain dark outside and you were driving along side roads, without much street lights.
“it’s creepy here.” you looked outside the window, at the dark forest. he chuckled.
“don’t worry about it, you’re with me and we’ll be locked in the car.” he smiled softly, placing his hand on your thigh and caressing it with his thumb. soon after he parked the car on the small view point. you walked out of the car to stretch out a little. you walked to the wooden railing, looking at the view. he went behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. his chin rested on top of your head. “that’s a nice view.”
“it really is.” you smiled, placing your hands on his. you were both looking at the big lake and moonlight shining in the reflection. after few minutes like that he pecked your temple few times.
“i’ll prepare place for sleep.” he mumbled against your temple, letting you go after that. you nodded, staying to look and stretch a bit more. he went to the car to fold out the backseats. he grabbed pillows and duvet from the trunk, setting them on nicely. after that he walked to you again, wrapping his hands around you. “jesus, buying a jeep was one of the best decisions, there is so much space to sleep there.” he chuckled and you went to the car with him. you both went to prepared backseat and he closed the car from inside. “see? nice and cozy. not creepy at all.”
“i guess.” you smiled softly, taking off your hoodie and sweatpants, leaving yourself only in his t-shirt you borrow for this trip and panties. he licked his lips when looking at you. “what?” you chuckled.
“nothing, just enjoying the view.” he grinned, undressing himself from sweatpants and t-shirt. only in boxers, he laid down and patted the spot next to him. you crawled to him, cuddling to his side. he wrapped his arms around you, looking down at you. his hand went under your shirt on your back. you looked up at him.
“what are you trying to do here?” you chuckled, feeling his hand going under the hem of your panties.
“i don’t know what are you talking about.” he said innocently, squeezing your ass.
“babe, we’re in the car.” you chuckled. he nodded and he went on top of you, kissing your neck. you tilted your head to the side to give him better access. he was leaving open-mouthed kisses and your breath went heavier from them. “we don’t even have anything to clean me later.”
“i won’t cum inside then.” he mumbled into your skin. your hand went into the back of his hair, making him shiver slightly. “or i’ll and i’ll clean you with my mouth.”
“i have better idea.” he hummed into your neck, wanting you to continue your thought. “you’ll see, just don’t do it inside.” he nodded and he went from your neck to kiss your lips. his hands went to take off your shirt. he pulled out from the kiss, taking it off completely and immediately kissing your naked breast. you moaned quietly, feeling his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking on it. he quickly took off your panties as well. his hand going on your clit, tracing small circles. your back arched slightly from his touch. he grinned against your skin, dipping his two fingers inside you. you gasped. “fuck.”
“you’re so beautiful baby, taking my fingers so well.” he said, kissing your breast and sucking on the skin from time to time. his fingers slowly going back and forth, teasing spongy, sensitive spot with perfect curl of his digits. you moaned louder, clenching at his fingers already. “you’re so wet, just for me.” he smiled against your skin. he pulled out, bringing them to his mouth. he sucked them clean, humming like it was the best thing he had in mouth in weeks. your hands went to take off his boxers. when you were both naked, he kissed your lips softly, positioning his cock on your wet slit. he pushed inside, making you moan. his hands went to your hips and he started moving slowly. “fuck, so tight, you feel perfect sweetheart.”
“god, Harry.” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips, so he could go even deeper. he groaned, moving faster. his grip on your hips tightened. “fuck, just like that.”
“yeah? you like that, baby?” he panted, moving even faster. your back arched from intensity. “you look so good, you have no idea.”
“let’s switch, i’m close.” he pulled out, going on his back and pulling you with him. you lowered yourself on his dick with a moan. he instinctively gripped your hips when you started moving on him. he moaned, meeting your movements with his own hips.
“fuck, so good baby, love to see you on top of me.” he gasped, moving faster with you. “i’m getting closer, what was your idea?” he asked, gripping your hips tighter.
“i’ll suck you off, just hold on a little more.” you gasped, lowering yourself all the way down on his cock, starting grinding back and forth. your head tilted back and your hand went to hold yourself on the roof of the car. he knew you were close, so he started grinding you even faster with his hands. your legs started shaking and after few seconds your inner walls started clenching around his dick. “fuck, yes!” you moaned, slowing down your movements. you lifted your hips up, getting off of him and immediately going down, wrapping your lips around his tip. your hand started stroking his shaft and you sucked slightly. he moaned, going with his hand into your hair. you started moving up and down with your lips as well.
“fuck, yes, this feels so good honey, i’m gonna come.” he panted. your mouth quickly made him finish. his release going down your throat and his dick throbbing inside your mouth. he moaned loudly, gripping your hair tighter. you sucked him clean, going to lay next to him right after. he pecked your lips few times, wrapping his arms around you. “god, i love you so much.”
“i love you too, so much.” you smiled against his lips. he left few more soft kisses all over your face, ending on your lips.
“now we can actually go to sleep.” he mumbled against your lips.
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whoopsyeahokay · 5 months ago
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October Moon
summary: reeling from what you'd witnessed, everyone had been determined to get down to business.
pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader
warnings: smutty smut smut. mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.
bon reading, frens
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OCTOBER MOON pt.6
According to Maddie, Operation Claire had been a disaster. Xavier had gone rogue after Simon and Maddie had pushed him too far. Then, Claire had confessed, and it wasn't the confession Maddie (and everyone) had hoped for. It didn't get her any closer to figuring out what'd happened to her or to getting her body back.
Grades, she'd told Wally somberly. Claire had been blackmailing Mr. Anderson, had paid Maddie off because of a damning video Maddie had supposedly taken of them; had proceeded to freak when Maddie had walked off the face of the planet because Claire had had motive to make Maddie disappear... And that was where it ended.
Claire was innocent.
Well, innocent of hurting Maddie.
Wally matched Maddie's leisurely pace down the hall, giving her the space she needed to sort through everything. He wanted so badly to tell Maddie about what he and you had experienced in the greenhouse. Not the sex. That was private.
Rather, the fact that you and he were bound by the cosmos. Meant to be. Soulmates in the truest sense. While he couldn't recall the lives he'd already lived with you, the impression of them prevailed in his chemistry.
He still had questions. Why now? Why had the connection become too much to bear two weeks ago and not before then? You'd been at Split River High for going on four years, and during one of those years, Wally had haunted you incessantly, yet neither of you had felt the need to crawl into each other's skin back then.
Drawn together to where Wally had a degree of clarity within the weird fog he was learning had permeated him and the others since their deaths? Yes. But lusting after each other to the point of inconsolable? No.
But that was a Future Wally problem to tackle. Right now, he just wanted to gush to Maddie like a schoolgirl, offload some of the emotion fizzing within him because, if he didn't, he'd explode from happiness.
He was on the brink of blurting it out when Simon hurried out of the gym to seek Maddie out. Wally didn't notice that Maddie listed forward as if she'd heard something. Simon seemed not to notice either because he responded to her request to listen by commenting on the song playing through the speakers.
"Simon. Listen."
Her insistence got Wally's attention, too. He strained his ears and heard agitated voices from the level below. Maddie and Simon moved to the banister to look down.
Wally shuffled forward, hovered behind Maddie, and listened to Principal Hartman's and Mr. Figueroa's heated discussion. He was stunned, speechless, brow furrowing as the subject of their dialogue penetrated his brain.
"But what did they find?" Mr. Figueroa asked.
Principal Hartman answered, "A weapon. A weapon that may have been used to murder Madison Nears."
That was impossible, Wally thought. Maddie wasn't dead. He didn't need to contemplate it. Now that he recognized the difference, Maddie still had that thinness about her that the very dead ghosts haunting the school didn't. She was liquid, they were solid.
"And then how do they know that it's—"
"South!" Principal Hartman said in a raised voice, "He's the only one who had access to that tool cabinet." Stressed, "Do you have your keys?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll take care of it, just... I can't believe it."
No one had the chance to puzzle out the information, a high-pitched scream rending the air from outside.
Wally gasped your name, whipped his attention to Simon and told him it came from the direction Wally had suggested you park the truck. The three of them were off like a shot, running to the side entrance in a panic. That scream had sounded pulled from the depths of someone's DNA.
Simon almost ran into Eli who was frozen in the doorway, pale as a sheet, stuttering noises of pure terror. Simon shoved by him and then halted, one, two seconds before spurring into action.
Wally slipped between Eli and the door, saw Hana shake and sob. Another loud yell and Eli came to, rushing by Wally to gather Hana in his arms and veer her away from the truck just as Simon did to you.
Only. You weren't looking into the bed of the truck.
Wally followed your line of sight to the roof and saw a flicker of a silhouette vanish.
"Who was that?" Maddie asked from beside him, her voice tinged with fear. "Did you see that?"
Sober as the grave, "Yeah," Wally confirmed.
He didn't want to leave you, wanted to bundle you in his arms and hold you until you stopped shaking, but a crowd was starting to form. Wally say someone sprint around the corner from the front of the school. A man in his forties who shared an acute resemblance to you.
Simon called out, "Andrew!" when the man quick-stepped closer, his eyes wide and face pale as he took you in.
You broke away from Simon and rushed into Andrew's arms—your Uncle, Wally remembered—your face in his chest as you shook.
Principal Hartman and the remaining chaperones formed a blockade between the truck and the growing number of onlookers. Mrs. Larsen shouted at students to stay back while on the phone with emergency services. Mr. Belanger climbed into the truck bed and checked for a pulse.
It was madness and Wally couldn't get near you. So, he did the next best thing.
"Stay here," He told Maddie, gave her a no-nonsense expression when she seemed about to protest. "Please," He urged, "If it's weird-magic-related, we can't let anything happen to you or you'll never get your body back."
Maddie conceded, albeit grudgingly.
Wally hightailed it back into the school, up the flights of stairs to the roof entrance. Ajay was already there. He explained that he'd been outside, stargazing on the grass when he'd heard what had sounded like cannonfire. A twinge of guilt pulled Wally's stomach, realizing that without Mina, the dance had probably been a reminder to Ajay of her absence.
"If he fell, it would've been from here." Ajay determined as he climbed the ladder and opened the hatch to the roof, crawled over the edge before holding out a hand for Wally.
"They didn't." Wally informed him, "They were pushed."
Ajay's eyebrows shot up, "You're sure?"
"My girl saw someone. Maddie and I did, too. Looked like a guy."
Ajay cursed in his mother tongue, spun around, and signaled for Wally to search one side of the roof while he took the other. They combed the roof twice, but there was no one to find.
There was some indication that whoever had been pushed had put up a fight. Close to the edge of the roof, though, which gave Wally a bad feeling. Granted, Wally wasn't an expert, but he'd accumulated enough knowledge over the years to know that this had to have been planned. People didn't mosey up to the edge of lethal heights for a peek unless encouraged.
"They trusted them..." Wally murmured.
That grabbed Ajay's attention. From where he was crouched by the scuff marks, his head shot up to look at Wally, "You think so?"
Wally peeked over the edge and saw that ambulances and several police cars had locked down the scene. The victim was on a stretcher, neck braced, an EMT pumping oxygen into their mouth via mask ventilator as they and their colleague prepared for transport.
Holy shit. Wally's eyes widened. "That's Mr. Anderson."
By the grace of God, he'd survived.
Yet, Wally was deeply disturbed. Ice in his veins as he stared down at the scene. Someone had wanted the man dead, and Wally couldn't shake the feeling it had to do with Maddie and her body. Whatever the connection was, he couldn't link it together, but he knew in his bones he was right.
"Why do I feel like things just got a hell of a lot worse for us...?" Ajay murmured darkly as he watched the ambulance drive off, sirens blaring.
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Andrew had left you in Simon's care, checked several times with you that it'd been okay for him to follow the ambulance to the hospital. You'd nodded, weak, scared, but sure.
Simon stuck to you like Velcro as you gave Sheriff Baxter your statement. A protective guardian who, despite his misgivings about the MCSO, understood they had a procedure to follow. Which included asking traumatized teenagers questions about what they'd seen, if they knew the victim, "Why did you park there if you were told to load up at the front?"
You'd stumbled through a plausible explanation. It was a faster and easier route to lug the drum set. The door had been unlocked, and you hadn't seen why you couldn't use it. "Am I in trouble?" to which Sheriff Baxter put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, looked you in the eye, and told you that, no, you weren't in trouble; and if Principal Hartman gave you any flak, Sheriff Baxter would remind him that your breaking the rules had saved a life.
Simon noted that Sheriff Baxter pointedly did not ask about the air mattress or the blankets in the back of his son's truck. He likely assumed you or Xavier (or you and Xavier) had had a backseat fantasy you or he had wanted to fulfill more comfortably.
Simon shuddered, the image of you and Xavier entangled in anything like that making him nauseous. It was bad enough he'd been roped into helping Wally organize a honeymoon suite in the greenhouse. Simon shuddered again. Those were things he didn't need to picture, thanks very much.
"Austin," You said weakly as he was about to turn and check in with his deputies. Simon wound an arm around you, rubbing your upper arm. Whatever you had to say had made you nervous. Sheriff Baxter returned, hands on his hips, ready for you to speak. "I saw Dave."
Simon didn't know who Dave was, but Sheriff Baxter obviously did because he had to swiftly cover a look of shock.
"Where, sweetheart?" And, damn, that wasn't the Sheriff Simon had met at the station. Sheriff Baxter had been the most decent of the officers Simon had encountered, but the guy wasn't exactly warm and cuddly.
The privilege of being Xavier's best friend, Simon supposed.
You jerked your chin toward the school roof, "He was standing over the edge. Right where Mr. Anderson fell from." And then, swallowing thickly, "I think there was someone else up there."
Simon flicked his gaze from you to the roof, a shiver running down his spine. Mr. Anderson had been pushed.
Before things with Maddie had turned supernatural, Simon might've asked, what the fuck is with this school? Whereas now he knew it was cursed—probably. definitely—which explained 2 for 1 murderers on a Friday night.
"You're sure?" Sheriff Baxter asked, casting toward the roof, already signaling to one of his deputies. He looked back at you and you nodded.
"It was him." You affirmed and held your arms tighter around yourself, shifting deeper into Simon's side.
Sheriff Baxter neared you, stroked your hair back and gave your head a fatherly kiss. "Call your sister. See if he went home. If not, tell her to grab whoever's there and pick you up, okay? You'll stay at our house until we're able to track him down."
You did as you were told, pulling your phone from the pocket of your dress and calling your sister. Your sister the Empath. Who was with your great-aunt the Traveler and, by that time, your grandmother the Divination expert. Simon studied Sheriff Baxter, wondering if the man knew about your family. Like, the actual truth, not just that your mom had built a healing practice around the occult.
When you ended the call, you reported to Sheriff Baxter that Dave wasn't at your house. He immediately rallied his deputies to search the area for any sign of—
"Who's Dave?" Simon asked when you and he were alone.
You swallowed and exhaled sharply, "My brother-in-law."
"Jesus Christ." Simon pinched his brow, "You live with him?"
You nodded at the ground and curled further into yourself, clearly distraught. Simon rubbed your upper arm again.
He glanced up and saw Wally approach with Ajay, the two weirdly disheveled and sweaty for ghosts. Simon gave you a comforting squeeze and then released you so you could follow Wally. Ajay stayed with Simon and filled him in on what they hadn't found after running around the school like lunatics.
"Her brother-in-law?" Ajay repeated after Simon told him who the perpetrator was. He added in solemn surprise, "And the plot thickens," blowing air from his cheeks.
"Did you hear about the murder weapon?" Simon inquired.
"Maddie mentioned it. She was in Mr. South's office when we checked the basement."
Simon hummed, guilty that he wasn't there to help her search for clues. Now that you had Wally to look after you, he wanted to go back inside and help her, but couldn't with the cops searching every nook and cranny for Dave. Maddie, he was sure, would agree that a failed homicide took precedence, though, which made him feel less like he was letting her down.
"Do you think it's related?" Simon wondered aloud as he tried to comprehend how Mr. South and your brother-in-law might've been in cahoots. Was the Something-Something picking off teenagers to...to what? Simon didn't know. The pieces weren't coming together. Like simultaneously reading two books backwards. Was Mr. South part of the Something-Something? Or was Dave? Or both? Or Neither?
His mind swirled with possibilities. If the cops said the crowbar was a murder weapon, did that mean they'd found evidence that Maddie's body had died? Simon felt that you would know if there'd been a shift in Maddie's ghost, but he wasn't certain, and, unfortunately, you'd been too shaken by Mr. Anderson plummeting into the truck bed for Simon to have had the nerve to ask.
"The truth?" Ajay said, giving Simon a look that told him that Ajay was just as unsure, "I think they might be. But not the way we think they are."
Simon's face scrunched up in confusion, "Okay Obi Wan, that's not cryptic at all."
Ajay snorted, "What I'm trying to say is I don't think the janitor killed Maddie. But I do think someone set it up to look like he did. Maddie still feels...other. Not like us. So, wherever her body is, it's still breathing." And that made Simon almost collapse in relief.
"So, Maddie's situation still might not be related to why you guys are trapped in the school." Simon surmised, feeling aged a hundred years by the minute.
"If Maddie could remember who knocked her out of her body, we might be able to say for sure."
Simon agreed, "Maybe it's time we tried to make that happen."
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Rhonda hadn't heard the commotion. She didn't know about Mr. Anderson and his unfortunate close call.
Instead, she was using Mr. Martin's strange absence to her advantage. Busy in the basement—below the basement—frantically searching the fallout shelter for clues.
Something wasn't right.
As dumb as it sounded to her, she felt different and not in a might cross over soon kind of way. Ever since she'd asked Mr. Martin to help her leave this earthly plane, it was as if a fog had set over her brain. Not always, but often enough for her to notice the difference. A difference she may never have noticed had Maddie not pulled the wool from Rhonda's eyes just by not-dying.
It'd been gradual, at first. A slow rise from some bottom level of consciousness. She'd seen it in Wally and Charley and the others, too. Even in Dawn, who seemed more present, if still cooky and guileless. Once Rhonda had felt the difference, drifting back into that otherworldly state of mental moratorium was strikingly noticeable. Especially when she came out of it again. Like waking up from a middle-of-the-day nap.
Disorienting; the world foreign for a while until the mind adjusted.
She was sure it had something to do with Mr. Martin. It was only ever around him that she'd slip into that uncomfortably supplicating headspace, parroting his wisdom and trusting him more than she had in her sixty years with him.
Something wasn't right.
And Rhonda intended to find out what that was.
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Charley had joined you and Wally, nervous, openly freaking the fuck out, because duh, the former villain of Maddie's story had just been shoved. off. the. roof. by your brother-in-law.
"We're sure it wasn't Claire?" He asked, froggy and weak. "You know, revenge of the woman scorned? Mr. Anderson might spill everything to the cops, so what better way to shut him before he does..."
"How would Claire get him to agree to come to the school?" You said, seriously thinking it through since that was a far less dangerous route to travel, all things considered.
"I don't know," Charley groaned as he rubbed his temples, "Does it have to make sense?"
You gave him a sympathetic look, "At least a little, yeah."
You leaned deeper into Wally's embrace, your back to his front as he leaned against the side of someone's SUV. The school behind you on the other side of the SUV, everyone too busy hypothesizing about Mr. Anderson's circumstances to notice you hanging out by yourself in the shadows at the end of the parking lot.
"Plus, Hana said she and Zav left an hour before I got back to the gym. Her car isn't here." You wave a hand to indicate the parking lot. "It wasn't her."
"It was definitely a guy," Wally said quietly, his arms tightening around you.
"It was definitely Dave."
"Okay, just. for the record." Charley began, looking up at you with a stern expression, "Maybe your family should be banned from school property. You guys just explode weird juju everywhere."
You didn't have to look to see Wally's unhappy glare. Could feel it in the way he shifted you in his arms, securing you to him as if to say to Charley that he was not, under any circumstances, letting you get banned from school property while he was still trapped on it.
"Sorry, big guy," Charley apologized, "I'm just freaking out."
"Just like the rest of us," Ajay said, walking up to join the circle. "What have we figured out?"
Morose, "Nothing. Just that my brother-in-law is a murderer who lives at my house and could be anywhere."
"Do we think he's the one who knocked Maddie out of her body?" Wally asked, and it was a good question.
You'd seen Dave skulking around the basement after the Homecoming game. He'd looked like a man on a mission, who clearly knew where he was going. The direction of the boiler room where you'd stumbled upon the fallout shelter.
"If he is...why?" You wondered aloud.
Everyone else chorused, "The Something-Something of Dagda."
"Fair enough." A sigh riddled with exhaustion. "He definitely drinks the cult tea."
God, your whole family did. What if everyone was in the cult except you?
No. Not Ginny. She was too stubborn to follow someone else's rules. Would think the whole thing was stupid. And not Nanna, who waddled now that her ankles were too swollen with age, she wouldn't be a viable member. It was also unlikely that Andrew was in a cult (at least, that particular one), being that he spent the majority of his time in Milwaukee.
Aurora could be, you supposed. Married to a psycho who pushed teachers off rooves.
But she was your sister, and no matter who she'd married, you couldn't picture her getting involved in something so sinister. She had morals and values and...worked at a flower shop she'd openly admitted carried most of the ingredients that were in the cult tea.
"Babe..." Wally got your attention, the tone in his voice making your belly clench. He sounded nervous.
"Yeah?"
You peeked up at him, noticed he was looking at Ajay, the two of them having some kind of telepathic conversation with their eyes.
Ajay spoke, "Wally and I might've noticed something earlier. It could be nothing," He tacked on, you know, in that way people did when they didn't want to work you up more than you'd already been.
You stiffened, nodded for Ajay to continue, face set.
It wasn't Ajay who spoke. It was Wally.
"Are ghosts supposed to be...reactionary? No curiosity, no desire to go beyond what they know. You know...stale, I guess."
"Inert," Ajay added, gazing at you intensely.
Charley whipped his head between Ajay and Wally, as confused as you were, "What're you guys talking about?"
"When was the last time any of us had a deep, meaningful conversation about our lives before this?" Wally asked him in a serious tone. So serious, you almost didn't recognize who was speaking.
"Uh...I mean, I can't exactly remember off the top of my head, but we must have." Charley said, eyes narrowed at Wally as he tried to summon a memory. "We've known each other for twenty-seven years, we've talked about stuff."
"I never knew you hated the movies I picked for Movie Night."
Charley snorted, "So? That doesn't mean anything." And then, "Besides, I don't really care. I just thought it was time for a change. You know, Maddie's new. Give her a good experience."
"Exactly," Ajay said.
You frowned. "I don't get it. What's going on?"
Wally inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, nodded to Ajay, and then explained, "Something's been keeping us from asking questions. Until Maddie showed up, I've done the same shit over and over again for decades and never cared. Only ever tried something new when it was suggested."
Ajay nodded, "Same. I think it's the same for all of us."
"I've done things." Charley muttered, blushing.
"Yeah, we've all hooked up with someone, but did you ever ask Yuri what his deepest darkest secrets are?" Wally insisted, trying to get Charley to see the point he and Ajay were making. "Or how about, none of us have ever had a conversation about how we feel about our deaths. How about none of us ever question anything around here and just go with it."
Charley shrugged, but you could see he was troubled, "I guess I never thought it mattered because we're, I don't know, dead. Nothing ever changes so..." He trailed off and seemed to really think about what Wally was getting at.
"I never would've thought to find the symbols myself if I never met Ora." Ajay explained, gentle, putting a hand on Charley's shoulder as if to console him. "You know what I used to do all the time before I died? I invented the weirdest shit. My hero was Inspector Gadget."
Things were getting bigger and more overwhelming the more you learned about what was going on in their metaphysical world.
"I loved looking into urban legends," Wally admitted, smiled fondly down at you before pressing a kiss to your temple. "Like the Something-Something."
"That isn't an urban legend and possibly put something in those symbols to make sure you guys never looked for a way out of here..." You murmured.
"Oh, well, there's something!" Charley said brightly, holding onto hope that some things weren't as dramatic as a looming death cult. "Ajay knew you liked that creepy stuff, right? He said so last week."
Ajay grimaced, "I asked. It was when Ora went here." He cast a somber look at you, "Wally and I think that you, your family, Maddie, might be responsible for disrupting the flow within the barrier. It makes us—"
"Wake up..." Charley finished, his voice low, the expression on his face conveying that he was coming to a realization.
"I never cared about the sports movies Wally picked because I literally never cared. And I hate sports movies," He said, panicked, "My dad always tried to get me into sports as a kid. Wanted to pretend I wasn't..." He hiccupped, persevered, "Took me to games, forced me onto teams where I got picked on because I didn't want to be there." He settled on Wally a sad, dreading gaze, "Those movies just make me think about all the ways I disappointed my dad."
Wally shifted, tapped your hip, and released you so he could move around you and pull Charley into a hug. "I'm sorry, Chucky, I didn't know."
"That's what you're trying to say, isn't it?" Charley asked when he and Wally parted, "We don't talk about that stuff. But I trust you." He implored, "I'd tell you things like that in a heartbeat, you know that, right?"
Wally nodded, stepped back and glanced at you as he held out his hand to draw you back into his side.
"Does it mean something, baby?"
You inhaled deeply, "Probably, yeah. My grandfather...he still haunts the house. Most of the time, anyway, and he does all kinds of things. Including vacations. He came with me and Aurora to visit our dad last summer. In England. On a plane. He isn't idle the way you guys are making it seem you have been in here."
"We're supposed to go on vacations?" Charley wondered in a little voice.
Genuinely apologetic, "You're supposed to be able to do a lot of things," you said, lips twisting as you contemplated what you'd just learned. "I have a feeling it's part of what keeps you grounded here."
"You think if we ask more questions, we might break the barrier?" Ajay asked, both eyebrows raised.
"I don't think it's that easy, but it's worth looking into, no?"
As Ajay nodded, you heard someone shriek your name. You untucked yourself from Wally's side and stepped out from behind the SUV to see Aurora spinning in a circle, looking frazzled and distressed. Her face was puffy, eyes red, obviously not taking the news of her husband's life choices well.
"I gotta go," You told Wally, Charley, and Ajay. You quietly stepped back behind the SUV to kiss Wally goodbye, waved to the other two.
"I love you, baby," Wally whispered in your ear, pinching your ass cheek with a grin before he let you go.
"Love you, too," You smiled, and retreated to seek out your sister.
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PART FIVE - PART SEVEN
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featherwingbrushes · 3 months ago
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Feeling Better <3
Sooooo I decided to write more of a self-indulgent tickle fic again bc it’s been a long day. A long few weeks, months, eh. Especially with school kicking my ass and some tougher stuff I’m dealing with in lacrosse (reader is a lacrosse player too). So I wanna feel better don’t judge me lol
Anyway, tickle fic, don’t like then don’t read!
Ler!V x Lee!GN!WD!Reader
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Finally, the sun went down. Thought that stupid ball of fire would float there forever.
V thought to herself with a digital eye roll, finally able to pop out of the crashed ship. She had spent the night within the old spire, catching up with J for the day to patch some old wounds up and clarify what had really happened in the past, all that good stuff and whatnot.
But now V could leave without fear of the sun burning her up, off to visit her partner in the Colony, who she knew was always home at around this time.
Funny, V considered, that she would end up with a Worker Drone as a lover when hunting them down for so long. Odd little masochistic drone, she often joked. But it had been at least a year since that and the whole AbsoluteSolver fiasco that followed. Times changed.
So V deployed her bladed wings, spreading them and launching off the top of the ship with a powerful beat, zipping off to the nearby bunker. She shot past the WDF drones keeping watch by three doors, not even bothering to use her easy-access pass to open whatever areas she needed to get through, opting for her much-faster vent travels. It also led her directly to your room instead of the winding pathways she’d have to weave through.
A couple minutes later and she arrived at her destination, seeing you sprawled out on your bed as she expected, so she rapped a few times on the grate of the vent.
You jumped from the sudden clanging noise, startled by the harsher sound, glancing over to see what had caused it. Of course, it was just V, which you weren’t too surprised about.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to creepily crawl around in the vents?” You heaved a sigh, lazily sliding off the bed to your feet before dragging yourself over to the wall. You crouched down and tugged the loosened grate off anyway, pulling V out from the cramped space onto the floor.
“Oh, you love this creepy-crawler, don’t even.” She scoffed, dusting herself off once she was back on her feet.
Well, legs. Peg legs? Best not to think about it.
You rolled your eyes in return, but gave her a small begrudging smile nonetheless, wandering back over to your bed before flopping down on it again.
V just gave a slight smirk at that, slow to follow though plopped down beside you a minute later. She narrowed her eyes a little, noticing your smile was rather short-lived, now a small frown.
“Hey. What’s wrong with you?” She prompted bluntly, raising a digital brow.
Your gaze flicked over to hers. “Whaddoya mean, ‘what’s wrong with me’? What’s wrong with you?” You countered childishly out of habit.
“No, don’t just play that off, there’s something off about you. You’re all frowny. Usually I get, like, at least a stupidly obnoxious nervous smile.”
“Wow, so nice. I’m fine, V.”
“Oh nuh uh, don’t you go saying that again. When you say you’re fine like that, that means you’re never fine.” She huffed in response, sitting up to lightly glare down at you.
You just rolled your eyes at her persistence again, but she was right. There was obviously something off. You hadn’t even forced her into a hug yet, and your usual cheerfulness had all but dissipated. “I’m fine. It’s… It’s just been a long game day, okay? I’m tired.”
V arched a brow again, though it clicked in her mind that it was, in face, a game day for you, and she had meant to ask about it. “Oh, right, your semi-finals game. How’d that go? Beat them again like last time? Any oil leftover from the losers for me to drink~?”
“No. We lost.” You muttered, gaze darting away from hers as you laid there, sprawled out flat on your back. Completely ignoring her playful idea of a joke at the end.
“Huh. Really? What happened?”
And there were the magic trigger words. You heaved a sigh, pushing yourself to sit up and physically prepare to launch into a rant that had been simmering inside for hours.
“We lost our shit, is what happened. We could’ve totally crushed that team. We’ve beaten ‘em before, we should’ve been able to do them again. Hell, they even avoided scheduling a game with us up until the point where they absolutely had to, just because of how we beat them on their own turf after the finals, in regionals last year. But we weren’t playing as a team and as always, it was just the two star players with the ball constantly, our plays were falling apart before even being attempted, we kept failing on defense, and blah blah blah rest is history and we lost.”
“Well shit. Sucks for—”
“—AND my coach has been acting really shitty lately! I mean, we have three, and yet they’ve all been let downs at some point. Kirkman, our paid coach, she doesn’t even really coach and kinda just deals with the roster and stats. Lindsey, our oh-so-amazing returning player alumni is a huge downer and was constantly like, “you guys are all taking this as a joke, hope you’re happy, whatever” and we’re like, no, we’re taking this seriously, but you don’t have to harp on all the bad shit constantly. And Jared is the worst of them all lately! I used to like how nice and great of a guy he was, but he’s been tossing these comments here and there that are bugging the hell out of me. Not only is he failing to include a lot of the players, but he’s been doing it consistently now! I was a benchwarmer last year and beginning this season I kicked off with tons of play time, nearly all four quarters, and I was a starter! Now I’ve been tossed to the side, slowly waned out over the last few weeks to the point where last game I was in for two minutes. Two fucking minutes. Like I had just picked up a stick that season. And when I asked him about it last game, he was like “No, sorry, I’m waiting until we’re at least six goals up before I start subbing in players”, and this game when I asked, being very direct —but still nice— about how I “wanted to go in and I used to be a starter and I miss being on the field!”, he said “Yeah, I was standing on the far sidelines so I could avoid subbing people in. I know you miss it.” EXCUSE ME? Then DO something ABOUT IT you fucking prick! It’s not like I’m a terrible attacker. I’m fairly decent. I’m just not passed the ball often and teammates still have issues with trusting people not in their stupid tight-knight circle. And the players he’s been replacing me with I’m either equal to or sometimes better than— depending on the day. It’s like I don’t even deserve to be there! Why bother!??”
V just sat there quietly, rather stunned by the barrage of angry ranting she had been unexpectedly hit by. But despite her usual careless attitude, her expression softened a little and she realized what the root of the problem was. All of Jared’s behaviors and statements and the treatment you were receiving on the team had completely crushed what progress you had made on believing you deserved to be there.
She sighed, hesitantly reaching out to rest a hand on top of your fidgeting ones as you laid on your back. “Hey, hey. I get it, you’re mad. And you have every right to be upset. But you do deserve to be there, you know that, right? You do. You’re just going to train harder to be seen, but even though Jared is being an ass even in charge, that doesn’t mean he’s right. You are good enough.”
You grew quiet for a moment, head turned away in the silence. But you reached to gently squeeze her hand back, speaking up again.* “…yeah, I guess. I… I don’t know, I think I’m just tired of this bullshit. If it’s not the team not trusting me, it’s the coaches not believing I’m good enough, or one of them being a huge downer, or whatever else. It’s always something. And to top it all off, we didn’t even make it to the finals this time. Champions of five years dethroned.”
“Hey, that’s okay. Work for it next year.” V replied, trying to offer a reassuring smile. Although that wasn’t her forte, so a moment later she donned a smirk and retracted her other hand for her silvery-blades claw. “And if these coaches and players are really bothering you that much, I’ll just pop their little heads off.”
You couldn’t help but snicker a little at that, mood lightening a tad after all that weight was off your chest. “Aw, just for me, hun?”
“Just for you, darling~”
“Oh shut up, no more mass massacres for you.”
“Why not? I’ve been pretty great about not popping heads off recently. No treat of organic oil straight from the source~?”
“V, you’re not hunting down my coaches and teammates, no matter how much they piss me off sometimes.”
“Aw. And I bet they would’ve tasted so good.” V sighed wistfully, grinning with one of her blades tapped against one of her sharp metal fangs.
“Eugh, gross.” You huffed, barely suppressing a smile at that. At least your girlfriend was protective and loving, in her own twisted way sometimes. You heaved another small sigh, the smile fading for a moment as you laid back with your eyes closed, arms above your head, just trying to shake off the lingering pain of it all.
V soon noticed the lingering frown, a small pout of her own crossing her expression. She was trying her best to make you feel better here! Where was your smile and energy, damn it!?
“Hey. Hey, stop being all downy over there.” She grumbled, retracing her blade claw, reaching out to jab your exposed side with a smoother-metal finger instead. “Smile stupidly or whatever.”
But rather than just a swat and returned grumble like she expected, you jolted away with a small squeak, like you had just been shocked by a live wire. Eyes wide, you slowly looked up to meet V’s gaze, watching as the gears shifted in her mind… and it clicked. She found an instantaneous way to drag that smile and happier attitude out of you whether you wanted her to or not!
At the same time, you were already sitting up and trying to scoot away, but V was quick to pounce as the predator she was, looming over your smaller form with a devious grin and widened eyes not even a split-second later. “Oh, Y/n~”
“I said smile~”
You felt a shiver prickle up your spine from that, staring up into the crazed, mischievous yellow eyes of your far-stronger girlfriend. “Uh… n-no thanks…”
“Oh, but I wasn’t asking.” She flashed you another smirk before suddenly snatching up your sides, fingers digging into them through your thin jersey without warning.
“N-No, wahait— VEE—!” The reaction was immediate, and you erupted into giggles before dropping back into the bed below, curling up as best as you could. Trapped on your back with V hovering over you, now easily straddling your hips to keep you pinned while she skittered her fingers all along your sides. And just as she wanted, you had a huge grin plastered back on your face, even if it was against your will.
“Tch, there’s that stupid smile I love. Didn’t even take me five seconds.” She muttered under her breath, smiling in satisfaction as you writhed around underneath her, snickering up a storm.
“VEEHEHEHE!!! Yohohohou bihihitch!”
“Well that’s not very nice. And after all I’m doing, being a great girlfriend, bringing a smile back to her stupidly insecure yet amazing partner’s face.”
“NOHOHOT as sweheheheet as yohohou mahahake ihit SEHEHEEM, yohou fuhuhucker!”
V rolled her eyes at that, deciding that was quite enough giggly swearing spilling from your lips for now. “Okay, that’s enough from you.” And she swiftly shifted spots, fingers zipping from your lower sides up to your ribs, drilling into the spaces between the “bones” and spidering over the actual surfaces.
That earned a sharper squeak, bordering on a squeal, and you instantly curled up as best as you could, arms clamped to your sides as she burrowed into those worse spots. Her fingers were relentless, merciless instruments, digging out every squeak, squirm, and snicker she could find.
“T’aw, and now all you can do is just giggle your little head off. No more profanity protests for you. You’re too pint-sized for that anyway~”
“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHAHAP!”
“Oh I’m sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you over your cackling.”
“IHIHIHIHI’LL GAHAHAHAHEHEY YOHOHHOU BAHAHAHACK FOHOHOAHAR THIHIHIHIS!!”
“I doubt it.”
And with that she continued on, occasionally darting up to dig into your underarms for an extra giggly squirming mess, before diving back down to jab at your hips, then back up to your ribs.
“God, you’re like a wiggly worm over here! Ridiculously sensitive. Like, you’re the most ticklish drone I’ve met, yet one of the hardest to actually tickle because of all your wriggling.”
You just hissed back at best as you could, but by then most of your snap backs and insults and name-callings were completely dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. Absolutely helpless and grinning like a fool underneath the bigger Disassembly Drone, just squirming and kicking and screeching without her so much as budging one inch. That thin jersey offered zero protection.
Eventually V slowed down to just light skitters along your sides, giving you a much-needed reprieve to catch your artificial breath, though still with lingering wheezes and chitters.
“Wow. Well I brought a smile and more. Aren’t I just the best?”
“Ehehehe… h-he… sh-shuhuddup…” You mumbled breathlessly, going slack atop the bed, the occasional twitch from her roaming fingers. “…thahat wahas… w-was mehean…”
”Mm, maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. But I’m not done yet.” V donned a sly grin again, leaning in closer, half lying on top of your limp form.
Your eyes were instantly wide as saucers, quickly coming to the realization that this ticklish torment wasn’t over yet, and you were still strung along for the ride. You glanced up at her in alarm, freezing up although not moving to escape. Too tired to bother… and maybe you didn’t hate it all that much. Maybe an itty-bitty part of it was enjoyable, the light-heartedness needed after that huge dip in self-worth from the lacrosse season.
”W-Wait whahat— wh-what do you m-mean, you’re not done??” You echoed, flutters of panic and anticipation rising again.
“I mean, I’m not done with torturing you. Obviously. C’mon, loser, thought you would’ve at least understood that.”
“No, I did, I— oh for f-fuck’s sake, never mind. Just what do you mean—”
“This.” V shrugged, cutting you off before suddenly thrusting her hands under your shirt and latching onto your sides again, in more direct contact with the softer flexible metal. However instead of just anywhere on your ribs or sides themselves, she specifically drilled into those spots just under your ribcage, one of the absolute weakest areas she knew of on you.
And the reaction here was even better.
“No— VEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!!”
You immediately burst into a squeal and collapsed into hysterics, thrashing around underneath her worse than you had ever fought before.
That point was such a huge weakness, and V was absolutely thrilled to take advantage of that. And she drilled hard into those spots, far more relentless than before, and trained on that area for at least a solid minute before pulling her hands away, slipping them out from under the fabric.
You went slack again, panting and getting out residual laughter for another minute, slowly coming down from the high of hysterics. V stared down at her messily sprawled-out, flustered mess of a partner with a slightly softened look now, easily noting the way your visor had fully heated up and flushed a nice neon shade of (color). She rested her hands atop your sides, gently rubbing away the phantom tingles still crawling all over the ravaged areas, a twitchy grin left on your face as you laid there.
Eventually, you managed to refocus enough to catch your breath and speak up again, still rather exhausted.* “Ehehe…. I-Is it over yet…?”
“Yes, it’s over, Y/n.” V chuckled quietly, keeping up the comforting rubs as you recovered, enjoying the view and definitely not at all feeling a smidge of guilt over her attack.
“Y-Yay…”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic, babe. It’s not like you need oxygen.”
“M-Meh meh meh… d-drone instinct anyway…”
“Whatever, you. Come here.” V scoffed with an eye roll, cautiously scooping you up in her arms as she now laid beside you, one hand still rubbing your farthest side. She studied you for a brief moment, a warmer smile on her face than she would’ve ever admitted. “…You okay there?”
It took you a minute, but you had eventually recovered enough past giggles, though a smile was still painted across your flushed face. “Mm… y-yeah, I am. I guess. Sure.”
“Mhm, but really?”
“Yes, hun, really.”
“Good.”
“…Besides the literal physical torture you just put me through.”
“Oh shut up, you enjoyed it anyway. You’re still smiling right now, aren’t you?”
“…shut up.”
“Exactly.” V nodded, decisively ending it as she pulled you closer, figuring now it was time to fully calm down after bringing your smile back in such an aggressive manner. But she was right anyway, you had enjoyed it. Something you hadn’t realized you needed. And V seemed to know, thinking to herself on it as she clutched her little Worker love to her chest, who nuzzled further into her with arms snugly wrapped around her torso.
…Worth it.
“I’m happy you’re feeling better.”
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Okay, end of the fic! How we feeling, these who made it through?? Sorry it was a little more rant-heavy at first, though I did warn yall it was self-indulgent lol
Anyway, lemme know if you enjoyed! Or if you want to see more fics! Or both!
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