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coral-melon · 3 months ago

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Introducing your Boyfriend to your Parents!

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Warnings: None hopefully 🤞

Obey me brothers x Reader

No pronouns used

Note: I’m assuming this has been done before but I’ve never got to read one! ;—;

Lucifer

Tf u talkin bout boyfriend?? That’s not boyfriend material, that’s a husband right there.

Probably the one you can trust the most. Probably..

Doesn’t matter what kind of parents you have, this man is literally flawless. In their minds, you’re literally set for life! And with how loving he seems to be with you??? There’s no way they’ll be able to refuse a man like that. Will urge you to seal the deal and marry him already.

He’s so perfect, that your parents might eye you. How’d you meet a man like this?? Seems too good to be true, don’t you think? Did you okay him or somethin? Nah, u don’t got that kind of money to afford a man like that..

Luci’s very persuasive though, there will be absolutely no room for them to doubt. He’s just through like that.

Everything will be fine and dandy as long as your parents don’t say something that he deems as even disrespectful or offensive to you and/or him. Depends on the severity of their words, he’ll mostly resort to passively aggressive comments with a smug look on his face.

He’ll have this need to put them in their place ._ .

If nothing happens, your good! 100% approval!

Mammon

Eesh.. keep a real close eye on this man. "( – ⌓ – )

You’re better off having them meet somewhere that isn’t your house if you don’t want something to go missing. Nah just kidding, he’ll try to be on his best behavior!

Other than that, he’ll be as respectable as possible. Say a couple of awkward stuff here and there out of nervousness or come off as a bit cocky failing miserably. And probably the type to keep talking because of it. He might be rowdy every now and then but it just makes him more endearing.

Him and your dad might have a bit of a playful moment gambling together. Both you and your mom have to make sure it doesn’t get too far.

Definitely very fun to be around. He’s a dork! ^^⸝⸝⸝

Leviathan

That crap is for normies!

If you have strict parents, it’s never happening.. and if not? It took you forever to get to this point.💀

He’s a nervous wreck! Sweating bullets and barely being able to make a coherent conversation. Your parents might ask you if he’s alright..

Imma assume you most likely you have the same interests as him. You’re parents know that he has the same interest as you, they’ll ask him about to to get him to ease up a bit. And damn, he makes a whole 360!

He starts tapping so excitedly for a few long minutes before shutting up out of shear cringe and embarrassment. But if someone else is as much of a geek as he is, there’s nothing stopping him.

A few debates here and there, later on you guys could play some Mario kart or Mario party. Your mom wins.

Satan

For the love of god, Don’t say his name. Call him Stanley or somethin’💀

Another one you can probably trust one.

He’s complete gentleman towards you and your parents and minds his manners. Literally the very definition of what mothers want their child. Such a nice and smart boy to have around!

But same thing with Lucifer, hopefully your parent won’t say anything that irks him the wrong way. He’ll hold his patience for as long as possible but the slightest slander against you will make him lose it.

And if not, then he’s literally the perfect boyfriend you can bring to meet your parents

Imagine tho? Calling him by his actual name. That’s crazy.

100% approval, if he doesn’t get ticked off

Asmodeous

Good vibes only up in this joint! >;D

Don’t be fooled, this guy has a whole scheme up in his sleeves. He’s real good at this. Even the most notorious of serious and strick parents will be swoon by him even without using his abilities. He could probably make them pour their heart out in karaoke if he really wanted to. There’s nothing stopping him💕

Both your parents are gonna he giggling and blushing like on some high school girl type shit.

They may or may not be a couple slips of the tongue with some inappropriate jokes or comments he might tease about. Hopefully your parents aren’t too appalled by it. But there’s genuinely no dull moment with him around, he’s the life of the party!

Beelzebub

The sweetest man ever!! (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) surprise surprise..

Definitely takes everyone by surprise. He’s taller than everyone in your household. Your dad can’t help feel his manhood be a bit threatened by him.. Everyone might be scared at first, but that quickly changes when they realize that he really is as much of a sweetheart as you’ve said.

He’s all about family so meeting your family means the world to him. He’s a bit quiet but he respectfully talks to your parents when they ask him something. (Speaks when spoken to.)

Whoever cooked the meal will not be disappointed by him, not when he has such a blissful expression with every bite he’s taking. So eager too, not wasting anything and asking for more. There won’t definitely be any leftover with him around. He’s a growing boy!~

I’d be funny if someone in the family challenged him to arm wrest. He wouldn’t move an inch, just ever so slowly and gently pin their arm down. If your grandma’s around, she’d have no shame in gawking and touching his arms.😂 could be ur mom too

Belphegor

��Scuse me? Him? Σ(⁰ . ⁰ ꪱꪱꪱ)!?!?...

No offense to any of y’all. But this is probably the worst and stupidest choice you’ve ever made.💀🫶

You must’ve and better be on his ass if you really want him to meet your parents. He’d probably forget that he was gonna supposed to be meeting your parents.

Very likely to accidentally bonk his head against the table while in a conversation. Is he okay?? He’ll lift his head up and keep talking to them as if nothing happened.

Honestly, I don’t see how it could work..

20% chance of approval💀

((If y’all got an idea of how that would go, lemme know! I’d like to know what’s your headcanon of the situation!))

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It’s been so long since I’ve last written cuz of college! So I hope this didn’t suck. Omg never again am I taking summer classes, stupidest shit I’ve ever done ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me crack #obey me shall we date #obey me shenanigans #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie x reader

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talkfastwalkfaster · 9 months ago

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Serenity ~ Ben Kenobi x Reader

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A/N: this is set about 5 years after rots. reader is about 27 & obi-wan is 43. i was going to make a valentine anakin fic but that plan moved so enjoy my other love, hermit obi-wan. this is my first time writing smut so it might not be the best. also, if you have any feedback, it's welcomed & appreciated :)♡ WC: 3,041 Warnings: MDNI, smut, some angst

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Tatooine was known for its extremely warm temperatures, but today was worse than ever. Ben was drenched in sweat the entire day, making him wish they could afford a cooling system to install within their home.

He noticed you never seemed to sweat as extensively as he did. He assumed it was because you were a native of the planet.

“(y/n), are you certain that our animals will survive this weather?" Ben called out from the entrance of your home. His thoughts were consumed by his trusted stead, Eopie may have been able to sustain this weather in previous times, but that didn't ease his worries.

Ben headed into your house and over to the kitchen where you had been for the past few minutes.

He rested his hand on your lower back and peered over your shoulder to watch you chop up some vegetables for dinner. If he was honest, he was a little envious that this heat was seemingly not affecting you as it was him.

Your mouth formed into a small smile as you continued cutting vegetables, “I’m certain, Ben, they’ve survived hotter weather than this before. They’ll be fine.”

He exhaled, his shoulders deflating as he continued to gaze at you. He knew his worries were futile, yet his concerns wouldn’t falter. “I know, I know. I just can’t help but worry for them.”

This was his life now, he had accepted becoming a farmer ages ago, but there was still a lot more that he would have to come to terms with; he was still haunted by memories of the war, watching Anakin fall to the dark side, watching Qui-Gon die, watching Satine die, watching his beloved Commander and battalion turn against him in the blink of an eye…

He rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to shake the weight that always seemed to be weighing him down. “I suppose it’s just the heat getting on my nerves. It feels as though the heat of a hundred suns is shining down. I don’t know how you’re acting all nonchalant, I feel like I might as well be burning and yet you’ve barely broken a sweat.”

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him, “Well I have lived here all my life, I’m used to the heat.” The truth was that the heat always did manage to bother you a little, but you had grown up in the scalding temperatures, you were, unfortunately, accustomed to them. It made no sense for you to complain about it.

“I don’t know how you do it if it’s not the heat that’s unbearable, it’s the awful sandstorms that are always passing through here,” Ben complained. Despite having lived on Tatooine for a while now, it seemed as though no matter what he did, he could never get used to the heat. His mind digressed toward Anakin and his hatred toward this planet, and he finally seemed to understand his point of view. But Ben quickly pushed that thought away as his heart ached each time his mind brought up his former student.

He was brought out of his trance by the sound of your voice. “You’ll get used to them. Sure, they might not be ideal but Tatooine isn’t as bad as it could be. I mean the war never came here and the Empire has little interest in this planet. The weather may not be perfect and there are always things that could be improved here, but i can’t think of living anywhere else,” You mused. You knew that Ben got stuck in his head easily and you’ve known him long enough to see the signs of it.

His brow always started to furrow and he stroked his beard, seemingly without even realizing it. You’ve figured out that the best way to bring him back to the present was to talk about where you are. Even though you’re not necessarily fond of praising Tatooine, he needs it, and that’s all that matters to you.

“I wish I had as much patience as you do, my dear,” he sighed, taking in another deep breath.

It all seemed so normal, this was a conversation that any couple could have. To any outsiders, you two would be seen as a regular husband and wife, like any other married couple in the galaxy. Ben was slowly starting to feel content with his life here, he could almost forget everything that happened five years prior. He could almost pretend that he did not come to Tatooine because of his failure, that he didn’t have to go into hiding, and that his life didn’t completely spiral because of one order.

Your face softened, knowing how difficult it’s been for Ben. It always seemed as though he was unable to completely move forward, despite his best attempts, because of whatever happened in his past. “Well, you've only been here what, 5 years? You have to give yourself time to adjust, sweetheart."

A faint smile stretched across his lips when you called him ‘sweetheart’. It was the most endearing pet name you had ever given him and he felt a warmness throughout his chest whenever you used it. It made him feel normal, he didn’t have to worry about his former life as Jedi Master and General Obi-Wan Kenobi anymore, he could just be Ben, your husband.

He chuckled softly, watching as you began to cook the vegetables before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “I know, darling, I know…” he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and sighed, breathing in the scent of you, something that always relaxed him.

As you cooked, your mind briefly wandered to Coruscant, Ben had once mentioned that he was born and lived most of his life there. You wondered if the planet was anything similar to Tatooine or if it was the complete opposite. You had always wanted to ask him more about his past, what he was like before you met him 3 years ago, and yet, for some reason, you could never bring yourself to give in to those desires.

However, as the two of you stood in the kitchen, you believed that now would be a better time than any to ask him, seeing as this was the first time in a while that he was truly beginning to relax. You hummed softly, attempting to keep the peaceful environment that had been created, “You said you were from Coruscant right? Is it very different from here?”

Ben stiffened slightly from his position behind you before forcing himself to relax, he knew you had no ill intent with your question. If this was any other time, he would have avoided your prodding, but for once, he decided to indulge you, even if only slightly. “It’s very different from here, my dear.” he held you tighter and kept his head resting in the crook of your neck, your familiar scent had always given him a sense of peace and calmness, something which he craved, wishing he could forever be engulfed in it.

“Coruscant makes Tatooine look like a ghost town. It’s full of large buildings and many different levels. You could always hear the buzzing of speeders and people clamoring to numerous places,” Ben paused for a second, wondering how much more he should tell you, before ultimately deciding it’s best to keep it brief, “Let’s just say there was never a dull moment there, my love.”

You decided to push your luck, desperately wanting to know more about your husband. You murmured, as if trying not to startle Ben with your next question, “Do you ever miss it?”

His heart immediately constricted at the thought, though he quickly dismissed it. There was no reason for him to start dwelling on what-ifs, this was his life now, and there was no changing the past. “My life there? No, not at all,” he replied quickly, the lie coming out easy.

This has become a type of dance for him, every once in a while you would try to inquire about his past and he would always find ways to avoid giving too much detail. He would only ever respond vaguely enough to not make you suspicious while also satisfying your curiosity. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you what his past life actually entailed, it was still too raw, too painful. He didn’t want you to worry either. He knew that he couldn’t hide who he once was from you forever, but he couldn’t tell you today, not now.

Ben rested his chin on your shoulder and muttered “I wouldn’t want to go back.” A half-truth, he’s not as fond of the planet as he used to be, but it still holds some sentimental value to him. It’s not that he would never want to go back to Coruscant, it’s that he can’t. If he ever tried he knew the Empire would be on him as soon as he was even remotely close to the planet’s atmosphere.

You finished cooking the vegetables and raised your eyebrows slightly surprised, not expecting that answer from him. “Never?” you inquired, feeling slightly bewildered. “You’d really never want to go back? Was it that bad?”

Ben held you tighter and exhaled, that part of him died years ago. To him, Obi-Wan died the moment he left Anakin to die on Mustafar — he had been, in a way, reborn as Ben. He was just Ben Kenobi, a simple farmer, and your husband. Nothing more, nothing less. “It was fine, nothing particularly interesting happened to me when I lived there,” he lied again, giving you a soft kiss on the side of your neck hoping that this topic of discussion would die out soon.

You sighed at his words and murmured, “Dinner’s ready.” You decided to let the topic drop, knowing that he wasn’t exactly telling you the truth, but you hoped that one day he would trust you enough to let you completely in.

The two of you ate dinner in silence, both of you seemingly lost in your thoughts. Ben had intrigued you from the start. You had met him at a market in Mos Espa, and he immediately stood out to you. From the way that he held himself to the way he talked. He looked like someone who had seen the galaxy, who had actually experienced life, something you had always wished to do but never had the luxury. His eyes — his beautiful, entrancing sapphire grey eyes that were like pools of sorrow. They showed a variety of complex emotions, something that made you want nothing more than to break down his highly built-walls and see who he truly was.

Ben was never one to speak much while eating, he felt there was no need to fill the silence with meaningless chatter — he wanted to just enjoy being with you, you were everything to him.

He had never thought that he would be able to have this, that he’d be able to feel happy again. For the first two years that he had lived on Tatooine, he had expected that he would be alone forever, that he had deserved to live a life of isolation. But then you came along and completely wrecked all those painful thoughts.

Ben hadn’t realized that he was being completely quiet, he was still processing that he was married and a farmer — he never thought this was how his life would turn out. “Thank you for the dinner dear,” he remarked appreciatively.

The corners of your mouth turned upward and your eyes brightened ever so slightly at his gratitude, “You’re welcome. I’m sorry though, I know it’s not much-”

He interrupted, “Don’t worry yourself, it’s perfect… You’re the best, you know that?”

You held back a smile, unable to resist teasing him a little. “Am I now?”

Ben brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the palm gently, “You certainly are, my dear. You are the best thing to happen to me in years and I wouldn’t have it any other way."

You leaned forward and kissed him, deciding that no words would be able to encapsulate how you felt towards him.

His heart fluttered as you kissed him, it was so tender and he was more than willing to return it. Your lips were soft and inviting, and he couldn’t resist pulling you into his lap, his hands gently caressing your face. In response, you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

You couldn’t help but moan softly into the kiss, your body was reacting to his and you were so comfortable being in his arms. He was all you needed in life, there wasn’t anything else that mattered. His hands slowly drifted down and began rubbing small circles on the small of your back.

Your heartbeat quickened as the two of you pulled apart, the feeling of kissing him was intoxicating. You started to subtly grind your hips down, desperate for any type of friction.

Ben gasped softly at your ministrations and quickly connected your lips again. The kiss between the two of you was full of love and passion. Your hands were everywhere, one wrapped behind his neck and your other around his shoulder, as if you were trying to entangle yourself with him.

Ben deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out and exploring your mouth. He couldn’t take it anymore and picked you up, heading straight for your shared bedroom. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and you kissed all over his face and neck as he took you to the room.

Once you reached the bedroom he gently laid you down on the bed and slowly made his way on top of you, wanting to savor each moment. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you with an expression that could only be described as pure, devoted love before lowering himself and kissing you again, this time slower and more intimate than he had previously.

Without breaking the kiss, he started to tenderly remove your tunic from your body, revealing your naked top to his gaze. The rest of your clothes were quickly removed and thrown off the bed as Ben began to kiss you everywhere — your neck, your shoulders, your chest, anywhere he could get his lips on. His hands slowly made their way down your chest, squeezing and massaging your breasts before finally heading towards your neglected pussy. You were completely entranced by his touch, his hands were sending shivers throughout your entire body, making you tremble with anticipation.

You whimpered in pleasure as his hands moved downward and he inserted one finger into your dripping folds while lightly rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. You hastily tugged on his own tunic, stripping him until both of you were naked on the bed. You grasped his shoulders and spread your legs open wider, inviting him to come closer. Ben slotted himself in between your thighs and hovered on top of you, his arms caging you in.

Ben shifted slightly, slipping one hand in between your bodies to grasp his cock. He dragged the tip of it through your folds a couple of times before finally sinking into you. You moaned as he pressed himself closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist as you adjusted to the size of his cock.

You gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging into his skin as you begged, “Ben, please, move.”

He slowly began to rock his hips, not wanting to rush this moment. The love between the two of you was palpable, your bodies fit together perfectly as if you were made for each other. He moved his head to your neck, pressing soft kisses into the crook of it. He knew right then that everything he went through was worth it if this was his fate. All of his struggles and hardships faded away as if all that mattered was you and him.

Your moans grew louder as he gradually picked up his pace, the wet squelching sounds of your skin meeting filled the room. Your nails raked down his back, pleasure completely filling your senses, the only thought on your mind was Ben.

As your lips met again, the kiss was tender yet rough, a juxtaposition that seemed to also perfectly describe your husband. You could feel your orgasm looming, squeezing his cock and pulling him deeper into you. He moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttered, spilling inside of you, coating your insides with his cum. His orgasm triggered your own, whining loudly as you spasmed around him, your whole body trembling as you rode out your high.

The two of you laid there for a while, basking in each other’s presence before he slowly pulled out of you, the mixture of your cum slowly running down your pussy and thighs.

You leaned up and gently kissed the side of his mouth, “I love you, Ben.”

A soft smile grew on his lips, his heart was overflowing with his love for you. He had never felt like this with anyone but you — you were his person and he was yours, you were perfectly suited. He had no doubt in his mind that you were his soulmate, and he’d thank the Maker that the Force led him to you. “I love you too, my dear.”

You looked up at him lovingly, knowing that this was where you were meant to be, everything seemed right, everything made sense, when you were with him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You knew in the back of your mind that you still had ways to go with Ben, but in this moment, none of that mattered, you’d have him in any way you could.

He exhaled and pressed his forehead against your shoulder — leaning against you in this way felt very nice. His body, mind, and soul felt rejuvenated just by being in your presence.

The two of you shifted so that you were laying your head on his chest and your legs were intertwined. Slowly you and Ben drifted asleep, your bodies, minds, and souls forever entwined.

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monayen · 5 days ago

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I love your stories! Perfect for feeding my bedtime delusions ♥️

Can I request something for ratman 3? Him & reader waiting out a threat in a too small hiding spot so they’re pressed against each other. The danger and close proximity make 3 noticeably excited…

Cramped | Ratman 3

➷ Paring - Ratman 3 x GN!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - dry humping, biting, very light description of violence, WHIMPERING

a/n - first ratman with a fic, isn't he special :-] ? sad state of affairs as i recently broke my phone (which i always write on) so i am now confined to my laptop. ignore any mistakes or formatting issues, i kept getting distracted trying to make a ranfren twitter. (i needed a phone number to do it D-:)

“Quiet, okay?” you whisper to the trembling ratman beside you, his forehead damp with fear as you guide him through narrow passageways.

Cramped spaces were second nature to you. Crawling between walls, squeezing through vents—it was how you’d survived since your formation. Open spaces were death traps, especially for vermin trying to get by in the confusing Ivory house.

Ratman 3 nods, his beady eyes darting nervously behind his round glasses as you move together, your bodies pushing through the tight crawl space.

“We need to bring something back this time,” you whisper, voice low and urgent. “I’m so sick of eating drywall.”

Behind you, his shaky voice follows. “I-I think it’s… fine, actually.” He mumbles, barely convincing even himself. You both know the truth. The shared bags of chips, warm beer, and crumbs of crackers disappear far too quickly in the nest. Rationing isn’t exactly an option for a group who can’t count.

Disputes over who should venture out into the Ivory’s pantry have become routine—bickering and rounds of makeshift card games determining the unlucky rat. This time, you and 3 drew the short straws. Though, you’re pretty sure Michael Jr. cheated.

The path weaves through chewn holes in the drywall and vents and pipes you two squeeze through. It'd be borderline claustrophobic for any other person, and it's even worse with how the blonde ratman clings behind you like a meat shield.

You glance back at your companion, his eyes wide and darting, every sound seeming to send a shiver through his scrawny frame. He's following behind, almost pushing against you in the narrow space.

“Keep it together,” you mutter, more to yourself than him. Ratman 3 gulps and shakes his head, “Let's just go back. I think I have a granola bar stashed away somewhere–”

You’re about to reply when heavy footsteps echo from the other side of the wall, cutting off whatever quip was on your tongue.

Ratman 3 freezes, chest heaving, his body trembling as he grabs your arm. You shoot him a warning look, silently pleading for silence. The footsteps are joined by multiple voices.

It’s the brothers that live here. The older one seems to be scolding the younger one, though you can't seem to piece together the context behind his words. You listen carefully as a deeper, gruffer voice says something short. Though it's enough that you both instantly recognize easily who it is, making your blood run cold.

3 immediately panics, his flight instincts kicking in as he silently urges you two to leave. Your heart beats in your ears, but still you motion for him to stay put.

The walls feel like they’re closing in, the tight space you're accustomed to suddenly pressing down with suffocating intensity. Claustrophobia creeps in, tightening your chest as the weight of the situation sinks deeper—you’re trapped. Any noise, any creaking movement, and you're sure they’ll hear.

Ratman 3 shifts nervously, pressing his body tightly against your figure as he tries to make himself as small as possible in the cramped space.

“The catman will leave soon,” you whisper as softly as possible in an attempt to soothe him. But even in the dark between the walls, you can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his chest rising and falling in rapid, panicked breaths.

You feel him shift again behind you, and you almost turn back to whisper for him to quit moving before you two get killed. That's when you notice a poking on your behind, and how shaky 3’s breathing really is against your neck.

“Are you fucking hard right now?” You say too softly, still concerned about being caught to let your baffled thoughts run out your mouth.

Your words hang in the air as Ratman 3 freezes behind you, his body trembling even more than before.

"I-I'm sorry!" he whispers, his voice cracking with panic. "I can't help it! It's just... being this close to you, in this tight space... It's..." He trails off, and you can almost sense the mix of embarrassment and excitement radiating off him.

Ratman 3's body tenses as he tries to suppress his arousal, but it's becoming more and more difficult for him to stay still. The confined space, the adrenaline rush from the potential danger, and the proximity all makes your heart beat faster and his dick harder. Both of you need to urgently relax, or you’ll be torn out the walls and have your guts spilled all over the floor.

Ratman 3's breath hitches as he grips your hips, his panting becoming more frantic. You can feel the contagious feverish sensation of his arousal pressing onto you, the friction of his pants rubbing against your own sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"Ah," he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't... I need..." His words trail off into a low moan as he holds up, the tight space tenfolding every sensation.

Pure heat radiates from his body, his breathing growing even more labored as he struggles to maintain any sort of composure. The poking sensation touching your ass is becoming more and more insistent, and you can sense the desperation for any type of relief on his flushed face.

Your own desire is growing, your body responding to the closeness and the danger of the situation. You lean forward, bracing yourself against the wall as you feel Ratman 3's hands sliding under your shirt, his fingers resting the curve of your waist and hips.

"We can't," you breathe, "They'll hear us."

But Ratman 3 seems beyond reason, his body mindlessly continuing to shift. He leans closer, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Please,” his voice a desperate plea. “I’ll be good.”

His small movements grow more frantic, his pelvis grinding slightly for any sense of relief. The tight space amplifies every sensation, his arousal pressing insistently against you. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and you can hear the neediness in his voice as he whispers, "I can't stop, please don't stop me."

“Shh,” you whisper, your voice trembling with tension. You're acutely aware of the muffled sounds from beyond the drywall, and how even the slightest noise could expose you both. Despite the risk, you brace the wall, offering him more leverage, your heart racing as excitement pools in your empty stomach.

He takes up the welcoming position immediately, biting back a groan as his hips begin to roll off of yours. The rub of fabric makes 3 shudder, his head tipping back and almost hitting the wall behind him. His hand slides down to cup your ass, squeezing roughly as he pulls your hips against him. The pressure of his erection is too much to ignore, and you can feel your own arousal dampening between your legs.

You gasp softly as Ratman 3 speeds up against you, the friction getting rougher and rougher as pleasure waves through your body. He moves excitedly, taking in the softness of you cramped in front of him. He bucks his hips shamelessly, desperate and unrhythmic.

“Fuck," you exhale, your voice trembling slightly. You glance back just enough to catch the fog on his glasses, his beady eyes pinched as he nibbles on his lip to bite back too loud of moans. The smallest of whimpers still escape his mouth, his body tensing over and over again as he holds onto you. You press your cheek against the cool wall, trying to muffle the sounds of your own excitement as Ratman 3 continues to rut against you.

Ratman 3's breathing grows heavier, his movements becoming impossibly more erratic as he quickly chases his orgasm. You can feel the warmth of his body pressing against your back, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," he whimpers, his hips thrusting urgently against yours. You're about to shush him, but a touch on your chest surprises you. His clammy hand moves from your hip to under your shirt, groping and squeezing frantically. He leans forward, giving a final rut of his hips against your ass before his teeth sink into your shoulder to suppress any loud moan that was going to spill out of him.

You almost gasp too loudly, but you catch yourself and clench your jaw to choke back the sound. Ratman 3 lets out a strangled whimper against your shoulder, his body tensing as he buries his face into your skin. He quickly comes into his pants, fully pressed onto your ass as his cock twitches and pulses, riding out his orgasm. You purse slightly, feeling the warmth of his release soaking through and staining your clothes.

Ratman 3 slumps against you, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his climax. You can feel his heart racing, matching the pounding of your own as you both struggle to catch your breath.

The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing and the smallest creak of the walls around you. You hold your breath, coming back to the reality of how dangerous of a spot you are right now.

You listen for any sign of the family, anxiety tugging at your gut as you wait for any sign that both your presences have been discovered. But the voices have moved on, their footsteps fading into the distance as they go down the hall.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief, turning around to face Ratman 3 with the little space you have. Ratman 3 lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours in the darkness. There's a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction in his gaze, and you can't help but smirk at the sight.

He shifts slightly, wincing at the sticky mess in his pants. His eyes dart down to the stain on the fabric, and his face flushes an even deeper shade of crimson.

“I, um... I guess I made a bit of a mess,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your clothes.”

You shrug, trying to downplay the rush of adrenaline in your chest. “Don’t worry; at least we weren’t caught.”

Ratman 3 nods, quickly wiping his brow and smoothing down his rumpled shirt. He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself, then stammers, “S-So… you wanna… uh, share that granola bar?”

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dan-whoell · 4 months ago

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borrowed

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Dan borrows an outfit to go down to the corner shop.

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The first thought Dan has when he wakes is that it’s too fucking bright. Someone needs to turn down the sun immediately or he might actually burst into flames. The second thought is that there shouldn't be sunlight in his bedroom (thank you blackout curtains) and its presence must mean he’s not in his own bed. If he’s not at home, then he must be at Phil’s. Which explains everything, mild headache included. They were up late drinking wine and watching trash television before tumbling into bed together.

“Phil,” he mumbles, rolling over to bury his face in his boyfriend’s back. “The sun is too bright. Make it stop.”

Of course Phil says nothing, because the man could sleep through an actual freight train running through his flat and he probably wouldn’t even notice the mess it left behind. “Phil,” he tries again, and although the hitch in Phil’s breathing feels promising, it quickly evens back out and Dan knows he is alone in this fight.

He groans, rolling back the other way to force himself out of bed. He adores Phil, really, but he fucking hates sleeping here. The flat is tiny and there’s no bedside table and there’s an atrocious amount of direct sunlight in the morning, which is his exact grievance today. He rifles blindly through one of Phil’s dresser drawers in search of a pair of sweatpants. Phil won’t actually mind, but they’ll have a playful little argument about it that will end in Dan suggesting that if Phil has such a problem with Dan in his sweats, maybe he should fucking do something about it. He doesn’t bother with a t-shirt. His happened to be in an inopportune spot last night and is no longer in a wearable condition, and Phil’s wardrobe is full of too much color for Dan’s liking.

For himself, at least. Big fan of it on Phil, though to be fair he’s a pretty big fan of anything on Phil. Also nothing at all. And half dressed, boxers and socks and a bare chest. Phil is hot, is the bottom line here. As he makes his way to the kitchen he thinks, not for the first time, how fucking lucky he is to have Phil in his life. Does the man have flaws? Sure. He gets hyperactive and a little overly enthusiastic, he can be pretty messy and leaves nearly every cabinet door open behind him, and he rarely takes I’m just tired as an excuse for Dan’s frequent gray moods. He always wants Dan to open up, to be honest, to share the dark parts of himself that Dan is so sure are going to scare him off. And then he holds Dan, kisses his tears away and promises not to go anywhere.

It’s fucking bewildering, honestly.

But for reasons Dan cannot begin to fathom, Phil means every word. So Dan is going to hold on for as long as he can, cleaning up little messes and closing cabinet doors and making shitty instant coffee in the mornings.

If, that is, Phil had actually bought coffee. There had been a whole conversation about it last night before they convened here, Dan on the phone reminding him that he said he’d run out the previous morning, and since Phil was literally in the supermarket and Dan was picking up takeout, it was a chore that fell to Phil. Apparently, though, Phil had been too focused on bringing up the when are you actually going to move in argument, refusing to accept that Dan was locked into a lease, and it would be six months before he could get out of it. Besides, he hated Phil’s flat, the only thing even remotely appealing about it was Phil himself. It should have been a conversation for months down the road, when they could easily agree to look for a new apartment together, and save themselves a lot of mild irritation.

Including this right now, the dawning realization that he has to leave the apartment to go get coffee. If it were just Dan, he’d figure out how to live without it, cup of tea or a red bull or something, but not Phil. He might say it’s fine, but Dan knows he’ll be disappointed, and he can’t live with himself if he doesn’t do everything in his power to prevent that.

He allows himself one moment of true annoyance about the situation, then takes a deep breath and heads back into the bedroom, once again rifling through Phil’s drawers for something to wear. He doesn’t have it in him to change into jeans, deciding the black sweatpants will have to be good enough. He ends up in a white graphic tee and Phil’s ugly blue and purple jacket, refusing to remember what the hell he did with his own. It’s one of the many items that Phil owns that somehow look incredible on him even though nothing about it is actual appeals to Dan whatsoever, and he’d almost rather freeze than have to wear it himself.

Almost being the operative word.

He doesn’t bother even trying to wake Phil, knowing it’s a lost cause. Even if he did manage to get him up, Phil would insist that he stay in, that they try to figure something else out. He’s not about to let Phil make any concessions this morning. Instead he swipes a pair of mismatched novelty socks (cereal brands, for some fucking reason) and shoves his feet into a pair of Vans that Phil dyed green when Dan went to visit his family. He’s not a fan of these either, but they’re by the front door and they’re more convenient than lacing up his own boots.

Twenty minutes later he’s browsing the aisles of a corner shop, container of instant coffee already in hand. If he’d been thinking more clearly he would have checked for anything else they might need, but thanks to the mild hangover and the overall annoyance of the situation, it hadn’t occurred to him. On a whim he grabs a bag of Maltesers and some crisps, figuring that even if Phil did buy some they can always use more.

The girl at the counter seems to survey him, and he assumes it’s because he looks like exactly what he is: a hungover homosexual who had to borrow his boyfriend’s clothes in order to pop down to the shop. Whatever. He’s done with feeling embarrassed about the decisions he makes, especially when those decisions involve Phil. He gives her a bright, too cheery smile, and she only pops her gum in response.

Phil has only just gotten up when he gets back, and is searching, Dan assumes, through his cabinets for the very thing Dan has in a paper bag.

“You were out,” Dan says flatly, dropping the shopping bag onto the counter. “You’re welcome.”

Phil begins to turn around. “I could have sworn I bought-” He stops short, eyes widening as they land on Dan. “What are you wearing?”

“My clothes were gross.”

“Are those my socks?”

“They were clean, okay, what else did you want me to do?” In retrospect the socks may have been a mistake. He could have just as easily scrounged down to the bottom of the drawer and found two plain black ones that Phil would have forgotten about. Instead he went with the most blatantly Phil pair possible, for reasons he doesn't feel like unpacking right now.

Phil takes a half step toward him then stops, hands flat on the counter. “I- you- Goddammit Dan, why’d you have to- fuck.”

Of all the responses he thought he might get wearing Phil’s clothes, this was not one of them. “Oh, sorry for going to the shop for your coffee, next time I won’t borrow anything and just let you suffer without caffeine. Or maybe I’ll just go naked.”

“It’s not the borrowing, it’s-” Phil’s eyes rake over him for a beat, settling at the place the light blue collar meets his neck. “I’m not used to you in color. It suits you.”

Dan does not understand the conversation they’re having. “So the problem is I’m hot?”

“In part.”

Now Dan steps forward, moving around the counter to reach out for Phil. “You sure knew what to do about that last night.”

But Phil steps out of his grasp, leaning back against the stove they never use. “Yeah, but last night you didn’t give me the perfect argument for you moving in.”

He groans. “No, don’t start this.”

“I’m just saying, you wouldn’t have to borrow my clothes- clothes you look really good in by the way- if you just had all of your stuff here.” He hikes an eyebrow, but Dan can tell he’s fighting a losing battle with a smile.

“I can’t break my lease, and I’m not paying rent for a place I don’t live.”

“You went to law school for five minutes, surely-”

“Oh fuck off!” But they’re both giggling, and this time when Dan reaches out Phil let’s himself be pulled, letting out a little contented sigh as Dan’s fingers curl into the fabric of his t-shirt. “Tell you what,” Dan says against his mouth, forcing himself to say the words that have been rattling around in his head for the last couple of months. “When both of our leases are up, we’ll find a place together.”

Phil pulls back. “Wait really? You’ll actually live with me?”

“Well obviously.” Dan rolls his eyes, smiling. “On the condition that we get black out curtains.”

“And you wear more color.”

“You wear more black.” The counter is immediate, hardly a thought before it’s out if his mouth, but he finds that it’s an excellent demand. Like most things, Phil looks incredible in black. It's a conclusion he's only recently come to, thanks to some black graphic tees that have made the rotation. But he wants Phil in proper black, styled specifically to contrast to his pale skin and hair.

Phil blinks at him in surprise. “Really? You think I suit black?”

“Are you kidding? You’re hot as is, but in black?” He shakes his head, reconsidering. “On second thought, I’m not sure I could handle it.” It’s bait, a little bit, and they both know it.

“What if we stay at yours tonight, and I try on all your clothes and you tell me how good I look?” Phil asks with a grin.

It is, possibly, the best way he can imagine spending his evening.

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moamidzyism · 2 months ago

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one for the road (h.kk + k.th)

part six: party animals written • 749

warnings; alcohol mention

the party is in full swing when you step inside the itz house with yunjin and wonbin. the heavy bass reverberates through your chest, and the air is thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. strings of fairy lights dangle from the ceiling, casting a glow over the sea of people packed tightly into the living room, their bodies swaying in sync with the beat.

at the door, lea enthusiastically thrusts jello shots into people’s hands, her wide grin welcoming every person that walks through those big front doors. “you made it!” she exclaims, wrapping you and yunjin in a tight hug. the sugary sweet scent of vodka lingers around her, and even though the party started only an hour ago, it’s clear the iota theta girls pregame hard. as she pulls away, lea sways slightly, catching herself with a giggle, her glazed eyes betraying just how much fun she’s having.

the next wave of people bursting through the doors pushes you and your friends further into the house, bodies pressed against you, the heat overwhelming. you look at yunjin, who just pulls you onto the dancefloor.

somewhere between the music and the second round of shots that you couldn’t say no to, you lose yunjin to some girl on the dancefloor and wonbin to people yelling about beer pong in the backyard. you find yourself wandering aimlessly, the slight buzz of alcohol makes you feel a little unsteady.

eventually, you stumble into the kitchen. the usually pristine iota theta zeta kitchen is crowded and chaotic like the rest of the house tonight. people are pressed together by the island, empty beer cans and solo cups litter every surface, and the floor has a grimy, uncomfortable stickiness under your feet.

you weave through the crowd, your eyes searching for the cooler in the corner.

as you reach for the last can, your fingers brush against someone else’s, and time seems to stop.

looking up, you meet the eyes of a boy. his gaze is soft with an intensity that catches you off guard. his dark hair falls loosely over his forehead, and his big, expressive eyes hold yours for a beat too long, making your heart skip.

“uh, you can have it,” he says. his voice is low and smooth as he nudges the can towards you.

you blink, quickly gathering yourself, trying to steady the thoughts racing in your head. “no, it’s fine.” you mumble, a bit more flustered than you intended. you let out a small laugh, awkward. you feel a flush creeping up your neck. “i think i’ve had a little too much tonight.” you hand it back to him.

“i mean, we could always share?” he proposes, his eyebrows lifting ever so slightly.

“sure,”

without missing a beat, he grabs two red solo cups from the counter, filling them evenly with the last of the beer. as he pours, he glances up, a small smile lighting up his face. “i’m taehyun, by the way.”

you can’t help but mirror his smile as you take the cup from him. “y/n.” your fingers brush against his again, the touch lingering a little longer this time.

“did you come here alone?”

you shake your head. “i just joined itz but my friends ditched me already.”

he chuckles, taking a sip from his cup. “yeah, that tends to happen here. but itz is pretty cool though.”

“they seem nice,” you shrug, “well from the three seconds i’ve been around them.”

“they are,” taehyun’s eyes briefly scan the room before his gaze settles back on you. “if you’re alone, you could always hang out with me and my friends.”

“as tempting as that sounds, i was actually thinking about leaving to go get food.”

“can i come?” he asks.

“what about your friends?” you raise an eyebrow, laughing softly. “wouldn’t you be missed?”

he waves a hand dismissively. “i think they’ll survive.”

normally, you would brush him off. you are usually so guarded. you would never leave your friends to go anywhere with a random man you met at a party. but there’s something about the way he looks at you. there is something warm and genuine in his eyes that makes your walls falter. before you even realize what you’re doing, you nod.

“okay, sure,” you agreed, your smile widening. “so, what are you in the mood for?” you asked him as the two of you walked out of the kitchen back into the party.

“anything still open.”

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saviorellie · 1 year ago

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unlearn me.

pairing : abby anderson x reader

pov : second person , she/her pronouns

word count : 2.97k words

warning(s) : angst !!!!!!!! there is no happy ending unforch D: wrestler!abby mention ! abby running from her feelings ! mean!abby if you squint ! once again, the ending is not happy i'm warning you now !!!

notes : first abby fic on this acc [celebration emoji] !!!! i’m so excited to finally post this !!

abby had fucked it up. again.

every time she met someone new, every time she let someone get anywhere near her, she fucked it up. it didn’t matter if she thought they were good for her, if they were nice to her, if they made her feel wanted. she always pushed them away.

she would always tell herself “don’t let them get to close”. they can’t know her too well or see too much or they’ll get scared. and they’ll leave. she had to make sure that she was the one who left first. ending the relationship before it even began, ghosting them after the first date, or the first time they got to see too much of her. she hated that this is how her brain had been wired, hated that she always just hurt herself before someone got the chance to hurt her in the first place.

and as hard as she had tried to fight it, your dates with her were no different.

the first time you guys met was like a scene from a movie. you car had broken down in the parking lot of your university and abby was staying on campus later for wrestling practice. and being the gentleman she was, she offered to drive you home. she had seen you around campus before, at football games or at parties or in the dining hall. though she’d never admit it, she always thought you were cute. and who was she to make a pretty girl sit outside on a park bench all night?

as soon as the words inviting you to get in her car left her mouth, she knew she had made a huge mistake. you batted your tear filled eyes at her and smiled that stupid smile where your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth.

“really?” you asked, honey dripping from your words. and it was too late for her to say no.

“uh… yeah,” she coughed, opening her passenger side door for you. “hop in.”

the entire ride home you couldn’t stop fucking talking. you had the sweetest voice and it was like you just had to stress abby out. like your one goal in life was the make her grip the steering wheel tighter and make sweat form on her upper lip.

when she pulled up in front of your apartment building, she felt this giant weight be lifted off of her shoulders. get out, she was thinking. not because she was mad at you or she didn’t want to be around you. she just couldn’t.

“seriously, thank you so much, abby,” you had smiled at her now that your feet were planted firmly on the ground, hand on her passenger side door.

“yeah, it’s no problem,” she sighed. as much as she secretly enjoyed your presence, you needed to go. she needed to get you and your big eyes and your soft voice out of her line of sight and out of her mind.

“let me make it up to you,” you started, eyebrows furrowing as you thought. “let me take you out! i know this great restaurant nearby, i’ll treat you. it’s the least i can do.”

her heart was racing 1000 miles a minute. ‘let me take you out’?

“y/n it’s really not that big of a deal. you don’t have to,” please don’t, “take me out.”

“abby, i would’ve been sitting out there all night if you hadn’t driven me home. please, just let me buy you dinner.”

she sighed. it would be rude of her to say no more firmly. but she couldn’t go. could she?

fuck it. it’s only one dinner.

“yeah,” she ran a hand through her hair. “fine. dinner. just let me know when.”

one dinner, she had thought. one friday night dinner. she was going to let you buy her a burger and tell her how much you appreciated the drive home and then never speak to you again.

but she couldn’t do it. for once in her life, she couldn't find it in her heart to ghost you. you were so sweet and smart and funny and abby enjoyed being around you. normally she could do a date, maybe two, and then she just couldn’t stay. she never felt remorse, pushing it from her mind as soon as it was over. but she knows that she would never forgive herself if she did that to you.

so, two months after that drive home, you were still hanging out. you had been to dinner 9 times at that point. sometimes her treat, sometimes yours. you had been to movies and to parties and had a few study dates. your friends were starting to ask if you were together. and her friends had started to question her.

everyone knew you. you were the smart, sweet girl who tutored everybody. you were always invited to every party, every outing. you weren’t popular or anything. you were just nice. and people liked you.

so when abby’s friends saw you hanging around her, they started to get worried. they had talked with abby about her “dating” habits before. and while they could talk about every girl on campus, they always agreed that you were off limits. abby’s orders, from herself and her friends, were to avoid you at all cost. you had tutored some of her friends, shared your perfectly organized notes with a few others. and so they all agreed that you were too kind and too trusting for abby to hurt.

“abby…” her roommate had started one day after you left their apartment, “why was she here?”

“’s nothing,” abby had mumbled, “i gave her a ride home a few weeks ago and she still thinks she needs to make it up to me. it’ll be fine just- just give me a few days and i’ll cut her lose.”

tonight was the night, she had told herself. she was going to go over to your apartment, hang out like everything was normal, and then avoid you at all costs. that was the plan.

you opened the door to let her in in your pajama shorts and slippers, your hair pulled out of your face. she looks so beautif- stop.

abby had given you a quick hug and sat on your couch and tried to pay attention to whatever movie you had put on. all she could think about was you. when she was going to remove the smiley face by your name in her phone, when she was going to take the pictures of you off of her instagram highlights. how pretty you looked, how funny you were, how you made her smile so fucking wide her cheeks hurt.

she didn’t leave until past midnight, hanging on to ask much as you as she could before she inevitably left. you were leaning on your doorframe, the dreamiest look in your eye, looking up at her like she had hung the moon just for you.

“i’ll see you tomorrow?”

abby sighed. “i, uh, i have practice tomorrow.”

you smiled at her. “ok… just let me know when you’re free.”

she rolled her eyes. god, can you please take a hint so she doesn’t feel like a dick tomorrow?

“i mean i guess, whatever,” she snapped. she tried to ignore the way your eyes widened and the way your eyebrows furrowed at her sudden outburst. “i’ll see you later, y/n.” and with that she turned and walked away, ignoring the soft “bye, abby” that left your lips and the way the door closed harder than it normally does. she just couldn’t think about it. she needed to push you out of her mind. she couldn’t let you get too close.

seven days. that’s how long it had been. one week with no contact with you. you had texted, obviously. but she had turned her read receipts off and left you on delivered. maybe if she ignored you enough, was just mean enough to you that day she left your apartment, you would leave her alone. but apparently, nothing can ever go the way she wants.

wednesday y/n :) hey ellie said she didn’t see you in class today. are you ok? i know how bad that class has been stressing you out. i can bring you dinner tonight if you want, if you’re not feeling well

thursday y/n :) do you wanna meet in the library today around noonish? i know you don’t have a class so i figured i could help you study for that exam if you wanted.

y/n :) if you’re sick let me know, i wouldn’t mind bringing you soup or the notes from your class or whatever

did i do something to upset you? if you could text me when you’re not busy, that’d be great :)

friday y/n :) abby i don’t know what i did but i really miss you please just call me

saturday y/n :) please just tell me what i did

you sounded desperate and you knew it. but you didn’t care. you were desperate. you had become so close in the past two months and then all of a sudden abby was radio silent. if you didn’t know better you would’ve thought she had fucking died with how quiet she’s been.

abby had read all of your texts and listened to the two voicemails you left over and over. she just needed to push through. if she ignored you for long enough, you would stop calling and stop texting. you would stop cooking her dinner and inviting her on study dates. you just needed time to grieve the relationship that wasn’t and you’d move on. abby didn’t even think she had let you get to know her that well yet.

but even though she would never admit it, she missed you. she missed the way you laughed too loudly and spoke too quietly. she missed the way you held on to her arm at parties and when you were just sitting in her car. she missed talking and texting and just being around you. she had lost sleep over your last text message. the guilt was starting to eat her alive.

you hadn’t texted or texted since saturday. it was tuesday. abby had thought that maybe you had moved on already, meaning she needed to get over it too. she didn’t understand why she felt so guilty.

when she heard a knock on her door at midnight, you were the last person she was expecting to see.

you were standing here in the exact same outfit she had left you in a week ago. the same shorts and the same slippers. the only difference was that now, your face was bright red and your eyes were filled with tears. your arms were crossed and you were shaking. if abby didn’t know any better, she would think you were freezing.

“y/n…” she started. she didn’t want to be mean to you. she didn’t want to hurt your feelings more than they had, apparently, already been hurt. “why are you here? are you okay?”

you rolled your eyes at her, hands falling to your sides. “i don’t know, abby. are you?”

abby’s eyebrows were furrowed and it was taking everything in her not to fall to her knees and apologize to you. for hurting you the way she obviously had.

“yeah, i’m fine. it’s midnight, y/n, did you walk here?” she grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside her apartment. she didn’t want whatever you were about to say to her to be heard by the entire floor.

you rip your wrist from her grasp. “are you sure you’re fine? because you come to my house and watch a movie with me like everything is normal, and then all of sudden you’re ignoring my texts and declining my calls and not showing up to class,” you sighed. you really didn’t want to fight with her, you felt a little silly coming here anyway. you weren’t dating, she wasn’t yours, so she wasn’t obligated to answer your texts. but still. it hurt.

your lip was quivering when you asked her the question that had been floating around in your brain for almost a week.

“did i do something wrong?”

your voice was so small and so sweet and so… sad. abby wanted to scoop you up into her arms and kiss your face and apologize over and over again like ‘sorry’ was the only word she knew. she wasn’t angry. she just felt like a dick.

“y/n,” she ran a hand over her face. she was trying to find the right words to tell that it’s not that she didn’t want to be around you. she just couldn’t. “you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s just…” her voice trailed off.

“it’s just what?” you asked, your hands flying up in exasperation. “i’ve heard from so many people that you’re mean and selfish and that you’ll just break my heart and not look back. but that day that you drove me home i though ‘maybe this is different. maybe she’ll actually let me stick around and be her friend.’ but instead of ghosting me right after we met, you waited until i started having a fucking cru-“ you cut yourself off. now was not the time for love confessions. at least not from your end. “you waited until we became close friends and then decided to ditch me!”

your chest was heaving and your hands were shaking. you didn’t know if you wanted to yell at her more or slap her or kiss her until you couldn’t breath.

“y/n but we’re not close friends! you don’t know anything about me!”

you were taken aback. ‘you don’t know anything about me’? how little had the two months meant to her?

“abby, i know everything about you. your favorite color is green but not lime green, forest green. your favorite food is a grilled cheese but only when i make it. you don’t want to be a professional wrestler because you don’t want to have to be rougher than you already are. you hate cold weather and phone calls, you prefer facetime. i could go on and on about all the stupid little facts i know about you! saying i don’t know anything about you is not only just not true, it fucking hurts.”

abby was just standing there. she didn’t know what to say. obviously, you knew so much about her. she knew that even before you started listing things. she knew that you saw her in a way that nobody else ever had. and that fact scared her to the point where she could barely function.

“y/n, it’s just…” what the fuck do i say? “i just can’t be around you.”

you looked like she just ripped your heart out and stepped on it. the tears that were pooling in your eyes were now flowing freely down your cheeks. your voice was barely above a whisper when you asked, "why not?"

"because… you're you! you make me nervous! you're so pretty and smart and just so fucking nice to me and i can't be friends with you. i love you so much it fucking hurts. but," abby's eyes filled with tears. she wanted to be close to you so bad it was physically painful. she could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife. "i don't know how to love someone like you, y/n."

you just stared at her. lip quivering, biting back a sob. whatever you were expecting her to say, it wasn't that.

"i'm sorry, y/n."

you turned your head. you hated that you were letting her see you like this. you were embarrassed and hurt and you didn't really know what to say to her.

"ok."

abby raised her eyebrow, her mouth falling open. "ok?"

you nodded, wiping the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. "yup. if that's what you want, i'll leave you alone." you grabbed your phone off of her kitchen counter and started walking towards her door.

abby all but lept to catch up to you, grabbing your wrist. "what? what are you doing?" she was confused. as much as she hates to say it, she expected you to beg. to wear her down so much that she unlearned the way her brain had been wired.

"i'm leaving, abby. you said you can't be around me and honestly i don't want to be around you either right now," you pulled your hand from her grasp. "i have never been more embarrassed and ashamed-"

"no y/n don't be-"

"do not interrupt me. i am not going to be the girl who comes to your apartment to grovel and beg for you to love her. if you change your mind, or get over," you gestured towards her, "whatever this is, you know where to find me. you can grovel. because i'm not doing this with you."

you opened her door and walked out, turning around to face her one more time. "i love you. so fucking much. but i can't be around someone who refuses to learn how to love me."

you stood there for a moment, expecting her to say something. but she didnt . she just stared.

you noded once and walked away. leaving abby and her broken heart standing there on her doormat.

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 years ago

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First One to Make a Noise, Loses

Pairing: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x Reader (AFAB) x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Warnings: SMUT, multiple orgasms, lots of teasing, knotting, nick names, uses of toys, rough sex, breeding, threesome, cum inflation

Word Count: 4970

Summary: A challenge set up by Uihoy. Funny enough, he's the one that makes most of the noises. Fun though to see them squirm yet try to stay quiet. But you make a comment about it and it's all over for you. They both turn against you.

Author Note: Man oh man, this one was perfecto! I fucking love it and them. Just them. The way I write them is something I love. Plus, the breeding and knotting part is phenomenal!

Masterlist

Ao3

“First one to make a noise, loses,” Uihoy stated as he stood above your sitting frame. Your gaze dragged up to him with a raised brow. The Yautja couldn’t be serious? Yet that look on his alien face told he was. You laughed and leaned back on your arms, legs straight out in front of you.

His shoulders raised and fell heavily with each deep breath. Moisture stuck to his scales. Some beads of sweat rolled down his frame. He made a noise of offence and stepped between your open legs. “Does little hunter not trust Uihoy’s word?” he questioned and bent at the waist. Now he was face to face with you. On the other hand, you smirk and booped him on the nose.

Some feet away from the two of you, Vic’tao picked up the discarded training weapons. Vic’s own frame was the same as Uihoy, slicked with sweat and lungs sucking in breaths. They had been at for hours, and that was the honest truth. How in the world they weren’t tired, let alone implying sex, amazed you.

“Do you want the honest truth or me to be nice to ya?” you countered instead. Your smile was honeyed as the two of you stared one another down. He would cave to your command but he, at least, put on a front of dominance. To dominate him was heaven to you. The male tilted his head just slightly. “Alight fine. Out of the three of us, you are the one that makes the most noises. Not that I’m complaining, but this little challenge… you’re going to fail, love.”

A fake sound of pain escaped him as he stood back, hand on his chest. This was something he learned from you. This made you laugh again with a shake of your head. “I asked. Can’t say I didn’t, old man.”

He snorted at you and rolled his eyes. Your purple lover acted like he hated it when you call him that but never does anything in retaliation. And until he told you to stop, you could continue calling him the name that fits him.

Though, you will say, he doesn’t fuck like he’s old.

“So, are you sure you want to do this challenge?” you asked and moved your leg to touch his ankle. In retaliation, he nudged his foot against you.

“They are correct, Uihoy. You would be losing quickly if you want to go through with this,” Vic’tao said as he put up the last weapon and made his way over to the two of you. He stopped next to the smaller male and knocked shoulders with him.

Uihoy clicked something to Vic, the words barely heard to the both of you. “I would happily prove you both wrong,” or something like that. Your Yautja still isn’t all that great. You’re better at writing/reading than listening and definitely speaking it. Your mouth isn’t like theirs.

The other male clicked his laughter and shook his large head, tresses swaying with the movement. “You are on then, old man,” Vic accepted the challenge with a grin and got in Uihoy’s face. The purple Yautja snarled but didn’t make any moves to initiate another fight.

That’s when you smirked to yourself. An idea coming to mind. Let’s make this a little harder for the two of them. Though the rope you have isn’t strong enough, you’ll make do with the other toys you’ve collected. They’ll have their fun while you have yours. Everyone will be happy in the end.

One of them must have saw this, Vic knocked his foot into your calf. “What are you planning, sharp one?” You snicker quietly before standing up and padding away from them. Their eyes watched as you snuck away from them. Your bare feet making light slapping noises. A destination in mind. Nothing could stop you from finishing this.

Once you left their sight, the two snapped their heads at one another. “You’re going to lose, old man. Their cunt will make you weep, like always,” Vic snarked at Uihoy in their language. The latter Yautja huffed.

“You’ll be the first to lose. I’ll make sure of it,” Uihoy returned fire, tongue flickering out almost touched Vic’s face. He knew this might be a fail for himself. Vic was right. Uihoy is most likely to make the first noise. But maybe that’ll work out in the end for him. Vic and their little hunter using him. Paya, he loved the sound of this.

When you returned and saw them in each other’s face, you stopped at the entrance with a hip jutted out. “Getting started without me? I feel so left out,” you whined but kept your hands behind your back, hiding some toys. Not that had noticed that just yet.

The two turned their heads towards you. Both of their jaws and lower mandibles went slack. You had chanced from your normal, everyday light clothing. Now, delicate, purple and yellow lingerie curved over your chest and waist. Hungry looks already washing over their faces. Vic takes the first step towards you but you shake your head. “Nuh uh, I paid a lot for this. I don’t want it ruined, please. But first-“ you walked over to them and kneeled before them. Uihoy’s eyes widened at this while Vic purred ready for you to take his loin cloth off.

What you had in your hands were was set down between your feet, hidden from their gaze. You let your hands touch against Vic’s thighs. They tense underneath your ministration. Your hands skim up to his belt slowly undo it. It fell away to reveal his slit. A light wetness through the middle. A smirk growing on your face. “Starting now, no making any noises. No growls, hissing, purrs, moans, or whines,” you stated then slid your middle finger down his slit.

Immediately, you felt the point of his green cock already pressing against your finger. Vic closed his throat to prevent anything from escaping at the touch. Paya, you were going to kill him.

You reached over to the other male and pulled his loin cloth off as well. “That means you too Uie. No sounds. Be good for me.” His neck tensed to cut off anything coming from him. It was going to be so easy to get him to crack. To be honest though, you want Vic’tao to be the first to lose. Mostly always uptight. He needs to relax sometimes, and you were about to show him that.

The purple male’s hand rested on top of your head, claws lightly prickling your scalp. “Uihoy won’t. Not gonna be Uihoy,” he muttered, almost stuttering as your other hand came up and skated around his slit.

Vic’tao’s dick began to slid out slowly from its sheath. You were quick to wrap your lips around the peeking head, suckling softly. Vic choked on the air entering his lungs, eyes wide at you. Paya, he may be the one to lose first, despite any efforts to be quiet. Your lips were so gentle and plush while your tongue kitten licked. His hand laid on top of Uihoy’s and pushed you closer.

The floor wasn’t nice to your knees. But seeing the Yautja beginning to squirm underneath your administration filled you with power. The hand on Vic’tao’s leg continued to play his slickening sheath. It helped work the rest of his cock. You took more of it into your mouth, enjoying the weight and tangy taste on your tongue.

There was no chance of fully taking him. Only letting the tip almost hit the back of your throat, unable to take any more without gagging. You kept playing with Uihoy’s sheath and felt as his cock slid out.

Once he was fully out, knot and all, you carefully wrapped your hand around Uihoy’s alien penis and stroked slowly. His hips jutted out. His free hand slapped onto Vic’tao’s shoulder and grasped the flesh there. You pulled of the yellow male with a grin. “Aww, poor, sweet, baby boy is struggling already. You did set this all up,” you purred to him. When your hand got to the base, you squeezed tightly.

Uihoy’s head was thrown back, mandibles spread wide in a silent keen. Yet, the male kept strong didn’t make a noise. “Good boy, keeping quiet and all.” Uihoy’s talons bit into your scalp more noticeably now. You kept your smirk on until Vic pushed you more harshly against his leaking erection. “Suck,” he growled at you.

Your tongue ran up the length of his cock and picked up a bead of precum. His mandibles clicked wildly against one another. That, you don’t consider as a noise per se.

Before anything could continue too far, you release your hold on the both of them. Each had to stop themselves from making a noise of complaint. “What are you doing?” Vic snarled and kept you faced at his twitching cock. You only smirk in response and grabbed at the toys hidden behind you.

Two cock rings and a whole bottle of lube. Lube was your best friend when it came to these guys. Especially with Vic’tao. He had a strange fascination with your butt and filling it. You shivered at the thought.

With the rings in hand, you squirted a little of the lube in hand and coated them. “I-I don’t think that’s necessary, sharp one,” Vic’tao stuttered but didn’t make any moves away from you. He remembers the time you tied the two of them up and put the same ring on him. Uihoy didn’t allow him to come that night after he broke the ropes. Kinda of a punishment. Paya, his ass hurt afterwards. But pauk, his cock throbbed so badly.

“Fear, Vic?” Uihoy teased and turn his body to be closer with you. Both of their bodies radiated heat like crazy and made your heartbeat wildly. “Learned a lesson?” Uie’s hand on Vic’s shoulder moved down over his shoulder blade and grasped a firm butt cheek. The yellow male jerked at the touch. “Be good for little hunter.” It was a threat. One that he didn’t need to learn the consequences of again.

“Shut up, Uie,” he snarled back and tensed as you began to roll the ring onto him. His cock throbbed at the attention as he did everything in his power not to move.

It was a struggle to get it passed the hardening knot but you did it. Once his was on, you went over to Uihoy and did the same thing. A kiss was placed at the tip for him being so good. Then, you returned back in front of Vic and licked up another bead of pre cum. The male couldn’t handle himself forced your head forward. Before a noise of surprise could escape, he hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex.

If only he could groan a noise of pleasure at the way you squeezed him. “Pauk, they’re so good. You feel so good, sharp one.” You tapped his thigh twice to gain his attention. He released his hold on you. This allowed you to pull back and suck in needed air. You weren’t made at him at all. Instead, it made you proud to know you do that to him.

You looked up at them, salvia dripping from your slacked jaw. “You guys keep squirming but are being good at staying silent. Maybe you are a bit more strong willed than I thought,” you teased with a smirk growing onto your face. Between your legs, you didn’t need anyone to tell you how wet you were. The slick coating your legs was all that was needed.

Both Yautjas turned their heads at one another, a dangerous look in their eyes. Your brows furrowed at this. “Hey, what are you two planning?” you questioned and leaned back, away from them.

The two of them began to click at each other. It was Yautja but none of the words you could understand. You would’ve growled if the challenge wasn’t in place. If only they would’ve given you a translator. Your life would be so much easier. Damn them.

Uihoy’s hand slid from underneath Vic’s and let the bulky male have control. The latter Yautja moved it to your neck and wrapped his digits around the back of it. Your eyes widened at this. Uh oh. You’re about to be in super deep trouble with them.

Vic’tao kept you close and stepped behind you. The other male laid down on the ground before you, resting back on his elbows. His eyes watched closely as Vic bent at the waist and licked up a stripe on the shell of your ear. You slapped a hand over your mouth before any noises could escape. Vic clicked his laughter and did it again. Your entire body shivered at this. “You’ll be the first to break, ooman. We’ll make sure of it,” he whispered airily into your ear. “You’ll be drowning in pleasure without thinking about keeping silent, sharp one.”

Your cunt throbbed emptily, throat closing up to stop a whine that was desperate to be let out. “Just don’t ruin the lingerie or I’ll have Uihoy fuck your ass again,” you snarked with an evil grin.

His mandibles twitched with anger then he pushed your forward. You landed awkwardly on Uihoy’s naval and started to get up. “Aww, did that make you mad? I know you love it when Uihoy takes control from you once in awhile. I ca-“ Vic grasped the back of your neck again and tossed you more up Uihoy’s lean frame.

Now, your body was fully on top of the purple and green male’s torso. Vic had placed you perfectly for the two of them. Your dripping cunt hovered over Uihoy’s knot. The rest of him trapped underneath your pinned form.

The male got on his knees roughly behind you, hand still on your neck. “Don’t say a word, Uihoy. They are being testy and need to learn a lesson,” he growled and used his other hand to hike up your hips, That same hand came down on your ass, leaving a stinging mark.

Your teeth creaked against one another as you did everything in your power to keep silent. But you, you weren’t done. “Is that all you have?” God, you were just digging your grave deeper and deeper. The two of them knew this. His claws bit into the soft flesh around your neck, possibly drawing blood. “Come on, baby, you can do better.”

That last sentence sealed your fate.

“Uihoy, fuck them like you haven’t before. Make them crack!” Vic’tao rutted his cock between your butt cheeks, making you tense with a hint of fear. For this to be enjoyable for all, the two of them needed lube. No matter what.

“H-hey, don’t forget,” you stuttered, hands clawing into Uihoy’s scales for purchase. The blue and yellow male immediately released your neck to pet down your back. He could read you like an open book. Both of them could.

“I won’t. We’re going to take care of you, promise.” Your muscles relaxed and you nodded your head. It was foolish to think he would forget to use the lube. But like they’ve said, ooman’s are fearful creatures.

That didn’t stop them from comforting you or facing your fears with you. They, for sure, were your lovers and partners in crime. Human or not, you helped them anywhere possible while they returned the favor as well.

His mouth was close to your ears now, body pressed against yours. “And you’re going to break first, love,” he stated like it was a fact. Well, with the two of them now teaming up against you, you were going to lose. He knew how to pull the right strings, the perfect spots to hit, to get you to cave. But they trained you as well, you were going to give them a run for their money.

Cold, wet moisture coated both of your entrances. Two, thick, dull clawed fingers pressed at the tight ring of muscle. This wasn’t the first time nor the last Vic will do this, let alone fuck your ass. But the male was always careful, mindful of his actions. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you in a bad way. He showed this as he slowly pushed in.

Your jaw dropped in a silent cry. It took all of your will power not to moan at the feeling or even whine his name. That could be consider your loss. “Th-this isn’t, isn’t fair, Vicky,” you said and grasped at Uihoy’s tresses. They helped ground you for the moment. Mentioned male kept himself propped up on one elbow and used a hand to run his claws from your lower spine and up. “You-you’re not he-lping Uie.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Uihoy knows. Wants to hear little hunter’s beautiful sounds. Let Uihoy and Vic’tao hear you,” he purred and picked up your chin, eyes meeting one another. His thumb nudged at your lips and gained easy access. All of your will power focused on keeping silent.

Vic’tao hummed when he slid down to his third knuckle. You were squeezing him so deliciously that he could hardly wait. But like you had told them the first time, foreplay was key. Like a hunter, he can wait just a little longer for his prize. It’ll taste even better with time. He knocked the other Yautja’s legs wider and pressed closer to their ooman.

An idea came to the larger male. He used his other hand to grasp the Yautja’s penis below him. Said male tensed, hips jutting up. Vic clicked smugly to himself then lined Uihoy’s tip to their ooman’s pussy. He watched as their muscles clenched at the feeling. “Vicky, what a-re you doing?” you questioned to him, eyes shut. Yet, he only pushed about two inches in due to their position.

“Helping,” he responded then pulled his fingers out all the way to the tip. Your stubbornness shouted at you to keep quiet. Keep silent. Don’t lose. Don’t make a sound.

One of them was going to lose. Not you. You were going to try your damn hardest to make sure of that. Then you opened your eyes with a newfound power.

Below you, Uihoy’s mandibles clicked wildly, eyes clenched shut. Here’s your chance. “Co-come on ba-baby boy. I-I wanna hear you. Let, let me hear,” you begged him. If he breaks first then, when your building orgasm hits you, you don’t have to worry about losing as much. Hopefully, he breaks really, really soon!

Uihoy shook his head, eyes opening once more. “Little hunter first.” He gently pushed his hips up. As his cock dragged against your g-spot, you tensed your jaw and clawed at his skin. The older male saw this with an alien grin and started up a slow, light pace. He didn’t push himself fully in yet, at most three inches at a time.

Gods above, you felt that inevitable feeling in the pit of your stomach. This would be your end. You were going to come on Vic’tao’s fingers and Uihoy’s cock and make a noise.

Your orgasm slammed into you. Your body twitched between their muscular bodies. Uihoy wrapped an arm around your torso and kept you pressed against him. His hip still moving drawing out this orgasm, continuing to fuck you through it. White blinded you as your mouth dropped in a silent wail. Hold it together, you mind begged. Your toes curled then your teeth latched onto the flesh that made up Uihoy’s chest.

The male arched his back, elbow giving out and forcing him on his back. Uihoy’s forced his throat close at your dirty trick. Pleasure raced down his body and made his cock throb, on the verge of filling you. Not yet though. This would be a wasted opportunity.

Above the two of you, Vic’tao watched with low satisfaction as you came, not a sound coming from your throat. But you prevented yourself from making even the tiniest of sounds. The squeezing of his two fingers though made him lose his composure. He needed to knot you before he lost this challenge.

His upper mandibles twitched wildly then lifted in a snarl. Vic’tao snatched the bottle of lube off the ground and quickly yet thoroughly dose his erection. You started something deep within him and he was going to finish it. The male pressed the tip of his cock at your tight hole and began to push. Your eyes widened at the feeling even if you haven’t fully come down yet. You bit your lip after letting go of Uihoy’s pec.

“You can make this easier on yourself, sharp one. Just let go and let us hear your sounds,” Vic offered and bent over you. His short tresses tickling against your skin. You didn’t trust your voice and shook your head. No, you weren’t going to give in so quickly. “Then so be it. Uihoy, remember what I told you earlier? No mercy!”

Vic’tao’s hips met your butt with a little forceful shove. You bit your lip harder and clawed at Uihoy’s skin. The male below clicked a couple of times before raising his hips. Your eyes widened at the feeling of being so full of them. Two strong, muscular Yautjas in their prime, about to dick you down. All over a small challenge one of them set up. How could your life get any better?

This was a weakness of yours. They knew this after you confessed it to them one day. The sexual tension grew far too thick to even breath on this ship. You blurted it at random. God, they were happy to make your dreams become reality. There was no way you would survive this and win the challenge in the end. Not when they filled you so perfectly. “Fuck,” you cursed and grasped one of Uihoy’s tresses. Two can play that game.

One thing about your purple lover, he had a thing about his tresses being messed with. You brought the tip up to your pliant lips and licked it.

The muscles that lined his stomach tensed, eyes blown wide. Inside of his mind, he praying to Paya not to just come right then and there.

It wasn’t a matter that it would be over, he wasn’t ooman. No, Vic’tao would make fun of him for it. He always does once these little sessions were over. But the way you licked and sucked it into your mouth. Pauk, he was going to lose.

“Come on, little hunter, come on our cocks. We’ll fill you so prettily. You’ll be round with our seed,” Vic taunted and dragged his tongue from the middle of your spine to the back of your neck. “Be a good little ooman for us. Let us know we’re doing good do for you.”

Gods above, you had to stop everything in your power not just to whine at his words. He knew how to make you moan, keen underneath him. Just the same way he was doing it right now.

Uihoy started back up an even pace to the best of his ability. You could feel your orgasm already closing in. The way they just played with you like a skilled weapon. It made you want to scream their names at the pleasure racing up and down your spine. “Ju-ust let go. Let go and let us fill your womb with our seed,” Vic said with a honeyed voice next to your ear.

Sharp teeth gently latched onto your neck. Both males pace speed up just a hair, knots growing in size. You knew their ends were closing in, just like yours. But you couldn’t hold on or hold it in any longer.

A piercing wail tore from your throat as a blinding light took over your sight. Tears running down your cheeks. Your entire body thrashed against theirs changing in you. You bit Uihoy again out of reaction. The two stuttered their thrusts at the feeling of you coming around them.

It was too late for Uihoy. You biting him was the last thing he could handle. His hips thrusted forward , sealing his knot inside of you. You bit Uihoy all the harder when he did this, hands fisted at his sides. Pain flared to life but it came at the cost of knowing he was breeding you. You whined at the thought.

An all-powerful roar tumbled out of his throat. But it wasn’t him who lost. No. As much as everyone else thought, it was you who pitched a cry. You groaned at the thought and slumped against the purple and green chest of Uihoy. His poor pec was released from your teeth. He gently stroked your back, eyes closed and cock filling you with his seed. His knot prevented any escaping. Big aliens have big knots.

Vic’tao pushed his own growing knot passed the tight ring of muscles, officially knotting you. He grunted at the significant amount of pleasure exploding in his body. You gave a soft cry, hands clawing at the metal floors that made up the sparring room. More pain raced up your spine at the feeling of both of them knotting you. It was a pain that was delicious. He bent down and rumbled a purr close to your ear. His own hands petted over the skin facing him. “Good, little ooman. You did so well for us. Well, besides making the first noise,” he taunted and licked at the shell of your ear.

There was no energy left in your body to even move. All you could do was whine at the feeling. This was your favorite way to end the night, body full of their seed and knots. “I don’t care. I still got what I wanted,” you slurred then kissed at the spot you had left teeth marks. “Sorry, baby boy. Didn’t mean to bite ya that hard.” He patted the top of your head without saying anything. The sparring and this must have worn him out in the end.

Above the two of you, Vic shifted. Fear shot through your veins. A painful flashback to when he had pulled out, knot still inflated. That gave you a newfound energy to reach behind and grasp at him. “Don’t!” you gasped, believing he was pulling out. His purr grew louder in volume as he pressed his body as close to yours as possible. You were sandwiched between them, the best thing known to man.

“I’m not going to pull out. That would a wasted opportunity,” he muttered next to your ear. “Uihoy, slowly turn on your side.” The older male groaned. “Shut up and just do it, old man.” You chuckled at this, eyes threatening to drop shut. Said male snaked his arms between Vic and you.

With slow, precise movements, they turned to be on their sides. Even with being careful, their knots were accidentally tugged on and made you moan and clench around them. One of them was quick to pet their hands over your moist skin. You groaned at the feeling and snuggled more into Uihoy’s chest. The floor wasn’t the best to lay on but you were too exhausted to make complaint. Your lovers made it bearable though with their soothing hands and rumbling bodies.

As you laid there, you felt so full and decided to gaze down. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. It wasn’t unsual for your belly to bow outwards when they knotted you. Yet, this was more. Your stomach made you look a couple months pregnant.

Then if hit you, the cock rings. You began to giggle airily, shoulders shaking. “What is little hunter finding funny?” Uihoy questioned and placed his jaw on top of your head. Tiny clicks sounded from him, probably talking to Vic.

“Look down,” you whispered with a soft smile. Even though, at this rate, they should’ve knocked you up tenfold if they were human. But since they’re not, a hybrid was extremely rare. Also, you’ve told them children weren’t something you would enjoy. They respected that and helped find a way to ensure there was no chance of you getting pregnant. Another thing you loved more about them.

The male made a chirping noise and tipped his massive head down. Vic curled his body more over yours to peer over your shoulder. Uihoy’s lower jaws dropped at the sight of your extended belly. That just made him throb inside of you, claws biting at your skin.

Vic’tao groaned and wrapped his arms around you. “I told you, you would be round with our seed,” he growled into your ear. Your lower muscles pulsed at his words. That caused them to rut up into you again. “You’re going to start something you can’t finish.”

You nuzzled closer to Uihoy and enjoyed both of their arms around you. “You’re the one who keeps talking,” you countered on the verge of falling asleep. A yawn cracked your lips open, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. He huffed but didn’t say anything, purring softly against your back. With the peaceful hum of the ship and their purrs surrounding you, your eyes drifted close, and your breathing slowed. Finally, you fell asleep full and content.

#yautja #yautja x human #yautja x you #yautja x reader #predator #predator x human #vic'tao #uihoy #uihoy x vic'tao #alien #smut #yautja smut #fucking two aliens

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silentglassbreak · 8 months ago

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The plot with Jolly at the fest sound like very interesting story. I'd love to read it

I didn't get too much detail on this one, so I'm just going to run with it? First time writing for Jolly, so let's give it a shot.

**After writing notes: WOW this one went in an entirely different direction than I expected...

It just happened. I hope someone enjoys it. LOL.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Soft smut, mentions of death

Sweater Weather

Why does no one ever have the balls to tell Noah he’s being a diva?

Listen, the man is my brother. We’re family. För alltid mitt blod. I would take a bullet for him, and I have no doubt he would do the same for me.

But, sometimes, he’s so fucking irritating.

How hard it must be to have such talent and be so attractive, everyone loves you, and you work hard to maintain an image. However, taking out the stress and pressures on the only guys who also know how being in this band feels?

Noah was arguing with one of the stage techs, telling him that the image they had prepared to be behind us doing our set was wrong. He’s right, they had prepared the image of the mannequins, when it was supposed to be the album cover, but that wasn’t this poor little man’s fault.

“God, it’s not a hard fucking thing to do!”

“I’m sorry, dude. I’m putting in the request to have it switched.” The man wasn’t exactly cowering, but he was intimidated for sure.

I stepped up behind Noah, letting a gentle hand fall on his shoulder. I could feel his muscles relax slightly under my fingers.

“C’mon man. It’ll be fine. We have an hour until our set. They’ll get it fixed.”

I felt him take a deep breath, and saw how he closed his eyes to center himself. This was something I taught him.

The tech scurried away, leaving us alone in our tent.

It was so fucking hot, which was interesting, given we were in Michigan. Upheaval festival was one of my favorites. It was a smaller event, which meant a more regular experience with the fans. Usually, it also meant better food and beer vendors.

“Hey, guess what I found?” Nick came bounding into the tent, a large mug in his hand.

“Beer, I assume?” Noah pointed his attitude at Nick, who rolled his eyes in return.

“They have a beer garden! Jolly, they’ve got a Swedish ale you might dig!”

I snorted. “Guarantee it isn’t actually Swedish.” Grabbing my hat from the couch, I placed it over my long hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail, and headed for the exit.

“I will go check it out though. Folio out there?”

Nick nodded. “He was spotted, so he’s chatting with some fans.”

I smirked. “Let’s hope he can get out before the set.”

Noah turned and looked at me. “Don’t be late getting back, please! We go on in under an hour.”

Shooting him a thumbs up, I headed for the mayhem of the festival.

As suspected, there was nothing Swedish about the beer, but it did have good flavor. I stood to the right of the beer garden, sipping my mug, and people watched.

It was always so fascinating to see the mix of people who came to these shows. European festivals were one thing but American festivals? You saw everything from multi-colored hair to breasts only barely covered by mesh tops or pasties. It was a sight to behold.

After a moment of zoning out, I looked down at my watch to see I still had twenty minutes before we had to head to the stage. Noah was likely bursting because I wasn’t back yet, and I smiled to myself at the thought. He could sweat for a few minutes, would do him good.

Deciding I should at least start making my way back there, my eyes scanned for the direction I needed to go, somehow getting turned around. Eyes searching over heads and bodies, I didn’t even see the person coming toward me, knocking my shoulder directly into them as I began walking forward.

My beer sloshed over the edge of the cup, pouring foam down the girl’s arm.

“Fuck! I am so sorry!” I turned, and my eyes locked onto the face in front of me.

Wisps of natural, dirty blonde hair floated in the slight breeze, framing a tan, small face. The rest of her hair was pulled up on top of her head in a bun, tightly secured. Her eyes were lightly lined with black, mascara clinging to her lashes. Pink, full lips covered by only a thin gloss were hanging open, startled by the cold liquid on her shoulder.

“Shit! I didn’t even see you, I’m so sorry!” She apologized, wiping her arm with the sweater tied around her waist. Her white tank top was now an amber color on one side.

I couldn’t speak. She was gorgeous.

“Jesus, I’m such a fucking klutz.” She groaned, hastily grabbing napkins off of the cart behind us and wiping at her arm, and then at my hand.

When her ice blue eyes looked up at me, I felt the air rush back into my lungs.

“No, no that was my fault. I’m very sorry.”

When the realization crossed her face, I saw it like a firework exploding behind her vision.

“You’re Jolly fucking Karlsson!”

This made me chuckle. “Something like that, yeah.”

I reached a hand out, which she took graciously, smiling at me with a wide, toothy grin.

“It’s such an honor. I’m a huge fan. I was actually rushing so I could get back to see your set!”

Her words snapped me back.

Fuck.

“Oh, good! I’ve got to get over there! But, uh,” My brain was working overtime. “maybe I can find you after? You can buy me another beer?”

I let any suave I had take over, which seemed to work decently, given she blinked multiple times.

“Sure, of course!”

“Jolly!” My head snapped over to see Matt barreling toward me. “Dude we go on in ten minutes!”

Looking back, I watched as her face fell slightly, my arm now being physically pulled in the opposite direction. Being led away, I hollered.

“I’ll meet you back here!”

I was only given a nod, and a wave in response.

The set was electric, Noah's earlier nerves rolling off of him comfortably as he put on a show. Nick was absolutely flawless on his bass, flipping his hair over and over. Folio, as usual, lost himself in the drum beats, freestyling here and there.

I, however, was way off my game. Something about my encounter with the mesmerizing blonde earlier kept me thoroughly distracted. Over and over, my eyes swam through the sea of people in the crowd, trying my hardest to find a blonde messy bun and steel blue eyes, but it was in vain. I couldn't see anything.

I thought about her again and again, unable to shake the feeling of wonder from my bones. For whatever reason, I needed to see this girl again. Her aura, her energy, it radiated beauty, rarity, like a gemstone.

Pärla. A magnificent treasure.

The thoughts racing in my brain made me lose my focus more than once. During Nowhere to Go, I missed several notes, my guitar making an awful screeching sound. I forgot to sing backup vocals during Limits entirely, earning me a glare from Noah, and a look of concern from Nick.

I had ignored it, and continued on, my eyes still searching. It was hopeless. I would find her after. I had to.

Once Dethrone concluded, and I ran off stage, setting my guitar down, I felt a hand pull my arm, flinging my backward.

"Dude, are you okay?" Nick looked straight at me. "You drunk?"

I furrowed my brow. "Of course not."

"Well, you don't really fuck up on stage, Jolly, so what the fuck?" Noah was standing directly behind Nick, eyes shooting me down with fury.

I shrugged. "I'm sorry. I was looking for someone."

This made them both leer backward a moment. "Who?" Noah asked.

"This girl. I met her at the beer garden."

They reacted equally differently. Nick let up a sly smirk, his eyebrows raising. Noah, however, narrowed his eyes.

"You almost blew the set for some broad?"

Rolling my eyes, I turned toward them. "I didn't blow the fucking set, Noah. Quit being so dramatic."

I could see the fire burning behind his irises, which I would definitely pay for later in the form of his attitude.

"Are you fucking kidding, dude?" Noah began scolding me, but Nick held up a hand.

"Chill. Jolly never fucks up, ever." He turned to Noah, giving him stern eyes. "And the set was fine."

Huffing, Noah stomped away, throwing a tantrum like a child.

I smiled at Nick, grateful. "You know how he gets at festivals."

Nodding, I began to walk away. "Got to go."

Waving him off, I weaved through all of the people behind the stage area, making my way back out to our tent, where Davis and Matt were already packing up equipment. I grabbed a clean shirt out of my backpack, and slipped it over my head. I pulled half of my hair up in a tight bun on top of my head, and slipped on my sunglasses.

Headed back out, I noticed the sun was nearly set, and the beer garden area was almost vacant, most people over by the stages. Sleep Token had just started, so the vendors were long abandoned by almost everyone.

I found the napkin cart, and stood, arms crossed, scanning around. After about ten minutes, I had to remove my sunglasses to be able to see clearly as night was falling. A chill ran up my spine as the temperature began to drop. No sign of her, but I didn't mind waiting.

Thirty minutes.

Forty-five.

One hour.

I stood, eyes glancing around, head bobbing to Sleep Token's heavy bass and Vessel's incredible vocals. However, my mind was elsewhere. Maybe she didn't want to miss their set? Maybe she forgot where to meet? I didn't know how to find her.

I didn't even know her name.

It was a mystery, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I was going to have to give up soon. The festival would be ending, and I would have to get back with the guys, head back to the hotel. The thought made my stomach sink. Why was I so entranced with the idea of this girl? All she did was spill beer on me. Why did I insist on finding her?

"Jolly?"

I spun, much faster than I should've, on my heel, and was met with cold, freezing blue eyes, staring up at me. Her gloss was worn off, and her eyeliner was smudging ever so slightly under her eyes. Her bun was long gone, blonde hair now free-flowing down across her shoulders.

"Pärla."

Her smile was confused. "Uh,"

"It means gem. I didn't know your name, so I decided to go with that."

The blush on her cheeks was a sweet addition to that gorgeous sun kissed skin.

"I like that." She rubbed her palms on the front of her jeans. I noticed her sweater was now around her shoulders, covering the beer stain on her tank top. "I'm sorry, I know we said we'd meet after your set. I had to get one of my friends back to our hotel."

Shaking my head, I waved her off. "No worries."

"Did you wait long?"

An hour wasn't a long time, I don't think.

"Nope."

With a finger pointed at the beer garden, she asked, "So, you want that beer?"

I perused this. I wasn't much for a drink right now, comfortable with just talking to her. "You going to have one?"

Shrugging, she looked over toward the crowd. "I don't think so. I've got to get back to the hotel with my friends soon. One of them is really drunk, and is a sick mess."

My face soured. "That doesn't sound fun."

Scrunching her face, she stuck her hands in the pocket of her sweater. "It isn't. I'm pretty annoyed about it, actually."

Nodding, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I had been ignoring it for a while.

Matt: Dude, if you're coming with us, we gotta go now.

I typed a quick response.

Me: Meet you back at the hotel.

We walked around the festival grounds for a while, just chatting about different things, somehow managing to distract her from the fact that she should go back to her hotel, and I, mine.

"You're from Florida?"

She nodded. "Daytona. I hate it."

"Why? Isn't it sunny and beautiful all year-round?" I chuckled.

She joined me. "Sure, if you like a lot of drugs and alligators everywhere."

We found some benches, having a seat. I pulled a pack of smokes from my pocket, lighting one.

She stared at me, smirking. I lifted the pack toward her. "Want one?"

She shook her head. "I'm okay. Thanks, though."

Blowing out the smoke, I turned my attention back to her face.

"So why come to Michigan for a festival?"

Her eyes were lost on the crowd, amused. "Why not?" She leaned back on her seat. "I love the adventure of traveling. Seeing different cities. If I get to enjoy good music while I'm at it, why not?"

"You get to meet a lot of cool people doing it, huh?"

Looking over to me, I saw her lips turn up slightly. "Yeah, I do."

A cool silence fell over us for a moment while I finished my cigarette.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her head turn toward me. "It's closing."

We noticed the bodies moving past us toward the exit. I nodded. "We should get going soon."

I swore I saw a flash of disappointment cross her features, but only for a second before a look of excitement crept across her face.

"Hey, you want to go somewhere?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

Smirking, she stood, pulling at my arm. "I know a place, c'mon."

With no time to protest, she pulled me, and I had to nearly jog to keep up. I watched her hair, looking nearly silver against the bright lights at the parking area, fly behind her as she ran toward the Uber line.

We waited, and I slipped my sunglasses back on, and tried not to be obvious.

Once our turn came, she leaned forward to give the driver the address, quiet enough so I wouldn't hear. The driver raised a brow.

"I'm pretty sure it's closed for the night."

She waved at him. "Just go. It'll be fine."

With a nod, he began driving. I stared at her. "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

Her teeth flashed. "You'll have to wait and find out." And she turned to look out at the darkness beyond her window.

Something inside me wasn't worried.

We walked along the boardwalk, out onto the sand. We could hear the soft waves crashing, but it was difficult to see beyond she shoreline.

"Welcome to Lake Michigan!"

The stars, bright and vast, seemed to bounce off of the stillness of the water. It was breathtaking. She bound ahead of me, slipping her shoes off and holding them. Her eyes were fixed on the water, before she dropped down in the sand, looking up at the sky.

I followed suit, taking a heavy seat next to her. It was so quiet, so calm. We weren't supposed to be here at midnight, but something in the chilled air felt so serene.

"What did you call me before?" Her voice was even, still looking at the sky.

"Hm?" I had to shake out of my thoughts.

"At the festival. You called me a name. In another language."

I smiled. "Pärla." She looked back at me. "It means gem."

A warm grin spread across her lips. "I like that." She echoed her earlier sentiment.

It occurred to me at that point, that she still had not told me her first name.

"What else do I call you?"

Her eyes narrowed, thinking. What was there to think about?

"I think that'll do."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Her gaze turned back up to the sky. "Pärla. That's good."

"You're not going to tell me your name?" Confusion laced my voice.

Hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes transfixed on the stars, she bit her lip. "Not yet."

It was strange, but what could I do?

Silence fell over us again, but she eventually spoke up.

"Do you ever miss Sweden?"

Clearing my throat, I mimicked her body language, pulling my knees up.

"Sometimes. It's my home."

Her lips were pulled in a tight line, and I saw what looked to be a tear brimming at her eyes. "I never miss mine. I'm never going back."

"Why not?"

Turning to look at me, a slow tear rolled down her cheek, but she held a sad smile. "I'm happy right where I am."

Trying to process what she said, I struggled, because all I could feel was the urge to grab the tear with my finger, and wipe it from her face. I kept my hands to myself, however.

"So," I tried to lighten the conversation. "how long have you been a fan?"

This made a genuine grin crack across her face. "About a year. I heard you guys for the first time on TikTok. When I looked into the music, I was hooked."

I nodded, listening to the smooth sounds of the waves. "Yeah, that's how a lot of people found us."

"It's good music. I really enjoyed the new album."

"Yeah, it was fun to make."

She looked directly at me. "Do you like being in a band? What's it like?"

That made me huff out a laugh. "It's something else, that's for sure. Chaotic, at times. Rewarding, most others."

Amused, she crossed her legs under her and turned her body to face me. "What are the other guys like?" I raised a brow and she smiled sheepishly. "I'm not trying to fangirl, just curious."

Shaking my head, I turned to face her as well. "Nick is awesome. Mediator when things get tense. He tends to keep a cool head easier than the rest of us." I sighed. "Folio is...young. He's so lighthearted, and full of life. I envy that sometimes." She smiled at that.

"And Noah is..." I trailed off, choosing my words carefully. "Brilliant, but can be a lot sometimes."

"Like how?"

"Like," I intertwined my fingers. "he gets anxious. He's a perfectionist, so there's never room for error. It can be a pain in the ass, but we owe a lot of our success to it."

She nodded. "He's talented."

"Very. So, we put up with it, mostly."

Peering up at me from under her lashes, she spoke low. "And what about you, Jolly? What are you like?"

This gave me pause. How do I answer that?

"I'm..." I really had to think about that answer. "I don't know, really. I'm just, me? The guys call me the 'Dad' of the group, but I'm really only a few years older than Nick."

A hand slid over my knee, and I glanced down at it. "Well, I don't know you very well. Only from what time we've spent the last few hours, but I think you're very interesting."

Resting my chin on a fist, I considered her words. "Do you?"

"Yeah, I do. I think you're very sweet. And complex."

"Complex?"

She let out a giggle, which broke the quiet air with a sweet sound.

"Well, you got in an Uber with a complete stranger, without knowing where you're going, and now you're sitting on a beach in the middle of the night."

This made me smirk. "Point taken."

"That's shows adventure. I like it."

I focused on the ring piercing her left nostril, and the small batch of freckles on her nose. Her hair was hanging long, the moonlight illuminating it.

I felt the pull, the same one that brings the planets together. The pull that gravity is made of. Her eyes flashed back and forth between mine, and her lips parted so slightly. Instinctively, I leaned close to her until I could feel her breath against my face. It was cool, almost cold.

When the soft skin of her lips touched mine, she took a breath in, gasping.

My hand lifted to press against her cheek, pulling her closer, and pressing our lips together.

Like a lightning bolt struck the sand between us, we were lit up with energy. Her body lunged toward me, knees climbing up into my lap as she kissed me, tongue pressing into my mouth. My hands wrapped around to her back, pulling her into me, as she writhed against me.

Her hips pressed down, jeans grinding against mine, the lack of friction making it nearly unbearable. My lips kissed down to her neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin. Her hair had fallen over her face, eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers were grazing down my chest, pulling at the fabric of my t-shirt, and eventually landing to the button of my jeans.

My own hands located the access point of her pants, popping them open. Disconnecting for a moment, she pulled back to shimmy out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of black panties, kneeling in the sand in front of me.

Staring directly into my eyes, she reached to my jeans and opened them effortlessly, unzipping them, my aching cock bulging against the fabric of my boxers. Her hand slipped to the waistband, freeing my erection. I stared at her with intent. Something in her eyes was dark, something I couldn't place.

"Do you want to?" Her voice was so small. So desperate.

I couldn't respond, so I only reached for her, pulling her face back to me. I laid her down on her back, leaning over her and letting my mouth mold over hers, one hand slipping down her stomach, to her core.

My fingers easily grazed past the elastic of the underwear, running through the soft patch of curls just underneath, until I felt the moisture of her lips between my fingers.

She moaned into my mouth as I slipped my middle finger inside of her, curling it to press against that soft, sweet spot that had her breathing erratic.

"Fuck." She breathed against my mouth. My hand was pumping her hard, a delicious wet sound nearly drowned out by the waves behind us.

"I don't have a condom on me, Pärla."

Her eyes snapped open, and she smiled. "I'm okay, if you are."

Morals? Rational thought? Responsibility? What is that?

I was okay. More than okay. This could be bad. Dangerous, even. Something in my gut - no - my soul told me that this needed to happen, and it needed to happen now.

Steady fingers pulled her panties down, slipping them off, before I hovered over her, lining the head up with her entrance.

As slow and precise as possible, I pressed in, my eyes falling closed with the vibrant sensation that engulfed me. She let out a long, deep groan with me.

"Oh God, Jolly."

I let my lips fall back down to the flesh on her neck, thrusting in and out comfortably, savoring the feel of her on my skin.

We went on like this for longer than I would've expected. Our voices echoed off of the water, the darkness swallowing us as our bodies synchronized. Her pussy tightened around me each time I pulled out, begging for more.

Eventually, I sped up the snapping of my hips, leaning up to get a better angle, pulling her knee up to her chest.

Her hands dug into the sand around us, head careened backward.

"Oh Jolly, fuck, so fucking good." She was biting down on her lip so hard, it was sure to bleed.

I was so close. I needed her release. "Come for me, Pärla." My breathing began stuttering. "Let go, for me."

A long, visceral moan left her lips, and I felt her walls spasm around me as I began emptying into her, my orgasm smacking me hard in the chest.

I pumped us through it, one hand holding her face, watching the waves of pleasure rush over it.

Once we slowed to a stop, I collapsed next to her, a lazy smile on my face.

"That was..." I started, too tired to finish my sentence.

"Unreal." Her words were stark. Matter of fact. Her eyes were looking back up at the stars.

I followed suit, zipping my jeans back up.

"I'm glad I met you today, Jolly."

I let my eyes fall on her again, and smiled. "Me too, Pärla."

My eyes opened to a flashlight shining directly on them.

"Hey, asshole!" I squinted, my hands coming up to shield my vision from the abrasive light. "You can't fucking sleep here. Go find a fucking shelter!"

"What?" I sat up, looking up at the person in front of me. A police officer.

"You've got to get out of here, man. I don't want to take you in."

I held my hands up in defense, standing to my feet. My eyes glanced around, realizing I was very much alone.

"Where's the girl I was with?"

The cop raised an eyebrow. "No one but you here, bud. Let's go."

His hand grabbed my arm, leading me off the beach. I turned back toward the water, hollering out into the darkness.

"Pärla?!"

No response. Just silence.

A week had gone by, and I was back home.

I had done everything I could think of to find her, but still came up with nothing. No name. No number. Just a physical description and vague location. Have you any idea how many blonde-haired, blue-eyed, tan-skinned girls are in Daytona, FL? It was comical.

After about four days, I had pretty much given up. Part of me felt hurt. Why had she left? Was she okay? She knew me, why hadn't she reached out?

Was she just in it for the sex? Or to say she screwed a member of the band? Did she regret it?

Something felt wrong. Her presence, her energy. It felt so genuine. I struggled to believe she really just ran off, leaving me to fall asleep alone on that beach.

I had Ubered back to the hotel, heading straight to Noah's room to tell him what happened. It was 4AM by the time I made it back, and he looked at me like I was insane.

Still, he showed his human side for a moment, and empathized with me, offering to help try and find her.

Back in Los Angeles, I was sitting in the studio, trying to perfect a guitar rift, when Noah bounded in with Folio. We had everyone together for the next two weeks before we left for the next festival.

"I don't get why people are so scummy."

I raised an eyebrow at Folio's words. "What's that?"

He turned to look at me, falling into a chair. "This article, man. About Upheaval?"

I stopped my strumming, looking up to give him my full attention.

I took note that Noah was scrolling on his phone fervently.

"What about it?"

Noah looked up at me, pursing his lips. "I guess someone got really hurt?"

"Not hurt. Someone fucking died, dude."

This made me furrow my brows. "What?"

"Yeah. Some girl got trampled in the fucking crowd."

Noah rolled his eyes. "The article I read said she had a seizure, and fell into the crowd. They didn't get her out in time."

"During which set?"

"Sleep Token." Noah responded.

"Wow, really? I saw damn near the entire thing. I didn't see anything happen."

"Well, that's the point, man. No one did, until the end. By that time, she had choked or something." Noah handed his phone to me, and I noticed it was scrolled to the bottom of the article.

"It's bullshit they waited so long to say something." Folio chimed in.

Noah shrugged. "Trying to protect the festival's reputation, I guess. Too bad. She was fucking cute, too."

My thumb scrolled to the top of the article, taking a moment as it was long.

When the picture at the top came into view, my hand that held my rig went slack, dropping the instrument on the floor.

It didn't make sense. It was a mistake of some kind.

25 Year Old Female Dies At Music Festival - Safety Protocols Being Investigated

The photograph that stared back at me, mocking my dropped jaw and widened eyes.

"Jolly, you good, dude?" Folio asked as he reached down to grab my guitar, now on the floor.

I couldn't respond. My blood had coagulated in my veins. My skin hardened to stone as my eyes stared at the picture, mind blanking.

The girl in the picture stared into my very soul.

Dirty blonde hair. Ice blue eyes. Small patch of freckles. Plush pink lips.

Pärla.

#jolly karlsson #jolly karlsson fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #fanfic #bad omens cult

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grilleddexmix · 2 months ago

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can we get some hurt/comfort hcs for werewolf gb? like dinah taking care of her before and after the full moon?

Anon, this is what I’m living for. I love this so, so much. Just Dinah getting to take care of her werewolf gf and makin sure she’s comfy but also giving her body what it needs.

* Greaseball tries telling Dinah she’s fine, she doesn’t need her help. She’s been a werewolf for years. She knows how to prepare for her transformations. (No she doesn’t, she just ignores her needs until after the transformation).

* Dinah shows up to Greaseball’s house anyway. She’s got bags of groceries and a duffle bag of her own clothes, intending on staying the week despite Greaseball’s protests.

* When Greaseball’s hair starts going wild, she does everything to try and stop it but nothing works. She hates how floofy her mullets gets but Dinah adores it. She’s always loved Greaseball’s hair but now she just wants to run her hands through it and play with it.

* Greaseball’s appetite gets worse but Gb doesn’t do anything about. They’ll be sitting on the couch after lunch, Greaseball in a sour mood because she’s STILL hungry but she doesn’t want to give in to her wolfish tendencies. Dinah notices but doesn’t think anything of it.

* That night though, Dinah wakes up to Greaseball’s spot on the bed empty. When she walks into the kitchen, her heart breaks. Greaseball is laid on the floor, cradling her stomach after raiding the fridge and making a mess of the kitchen. Her whimpers and whines sound so dog like, Dinah can’t help but find it a little bit cute. Dinah helps Greasy to bed and cleans up.

* From then on, Dinah makes Greaseball eat until she’s satisfied. She doesn’t care how much she has to cook, she will not let Gb let herself go hungry cause her wolfy side is coming out.

* Greaseball struggles with it all because she hates losing control. Its her body and just because she was a werewolf didn’t mean she should let herself fall into letting her animal instincts take over.

* Greaseball’s teeth get achy when her fangs come out. She tries wearing a mask to cover them so Dinah doesn’t get freaked out but Dinah actually LOVES her little fangs. Her ears get a little more pointy and Dinah could spend hours just staring at her girlfriend.

* She starts overheating in bed. The little sleep she did get would be interrupted with waking up in a sweat and having to ditch the covers. Dinah brings some fans in to try and cool her hot (hehe) girlfriend off.

* The day before, when Greaseball wakes up in pain cause her body is prepping to transform, Dinah insists Greaseball stay in bed. She brings everything the Greasy, medicine, food, drinks. Dinah even gives her a massage to try and help ease her muscles.

* When it’s time to transform, Greaseball makes Dinah leave the room. Usually it’s an incredibly painful process that leaves her disoriented and cranky. But this time, she shifts and it’s still uncomfortable and a little painful but…its not nearly as bad. It’s actually tolerable by Greaseball’s standards.

* After transformations are usually spent in bed, building her energy back. Dinah stays with her snd cuddles her, letting her sleep and only waking her to eat something.

* The next full moon, Greaseball isn’t so anxious about it. That fear is never gone as there was always a risk but suddenly being a werewolf wasn’t so hard on her body.

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I have so many ideas for oneshots and stories its not even funny

#dinah the dining car #starlight express #stex london 2024 #starlight express london 2024 #werewolf!greaseball

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year ago

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The Good Die Young

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Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+, swearing, major character death. Pairings: Jake Seresin × f!reader. Disclaimer: This is a series reflecting on the true events of the US Marines in WW2. All of the characters are fictional and not based off are original characters (except for Jake Seresin) and they are not representations of the real, brave men who fought in WW2. I have tried to make all the events in this series as accurate as possible but please bare in mind this is fanfiction and i have added/ changed certain things to fit with this.

Pavuvu May 1944

“You’re okay George. You’re gonna be just fine,” Jake promised, pulling the blanket over George’s shivering body. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his teeth chattering like a train on its tracks.

“You okay, Georgie?” Edward asked as he lay across his cot, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as the medic cleaned another sore on his back.

“Never better,” George whispered hoarsely, staring out from beneath the mountain of blankets, that despite the humid weather we’re doing nothing to bring him any warmth.

“You boys really need to go to the hospital. I’m going to try and pull a few strings, and get you to the hospital at Banika. I’m going to pull some paper and get you boys of this godforsaken place. You game?” The medic asked, looking at the two men in question.

“Hell yeah,” George and Edward replied and Jake smiled at the thought, at least two of his three remaining friends would be safe away from this hell hole.

“Sounds like a great plan. Thanks, Doc.” Jake followed the medic out of the tent. “How long do you think they’ll be gone for?”

“As long as they need to be. They need to rest, as do we all.”

“Well, there’s not a lot of chance of that around here, hey Doc?” Jake laughed and the medic nodded. After all, a good, deep sleep is a valuable commodity that was hard to come by in this place; both of them were well aware that the next battle wouldn’t be far off.

“What are you going to do without us around?” George chuckled, giving Jake his hand to shake. Jake took it instantly, shaking it as if it might be the last time he would see him. He hoped it wouldn’t be, he desperately wanted his friends to return but he also wanted them as far away from the war as possible, where they would be safe.

“Well, I’ll have Frank to keep me out of trouble. Don’t worry about me, okay? You just concentrate on getting better.” Jake felt a pang of sadness as he watched his two friends leave, with Edward pushing George in his wheelchair up the ramp of the troop ship. Jake never really felt alone, even when he was home sick and now he felt as though he was losing his family all over again.

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Pavuvu June 1944

Dear Jake,

I’m not sure when this letter will reach you but your son was born 18th May at quarter to midnight. He is a little bundle of joy and he has your eyes. I can’t wait for you to meet him, Jake. I’ve enclosed a picture so you can keep him close to your heart. I have called him Jacob. It is only fitting that he has his fathers name.

News of the war is worse than ever. There was a large attack on Europe named D-Day on 6th June. I fear the war is far from won and fighting in North Africa continues still too. I am pleased to be away from work for a while. The never ending stream of bad news is almost too much to bear. At least for now I can pretend everything is okay, that everyone is safe. I wish you were here to enjoy this peace with me.

Thinking of you always

Your Y/n

Jake smiled fondly, running his dirt-engrained fingers over the picture of his son. His son. He couldn’t quite believe that he was a father, that someone like him could make something so perfect and untainted by the world. How could something do pure come from this horrendous year? Jake knew he had to keep fighting not only for Y/n now but for little Jacob too.

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“Well look at this. Fresh meat.” Frank pointed towards the group of fresh, baby-faced Marines as they walked up the beach in full pack.

“Jesus, are they ever old enough to drink? They’re just kids for Christ's Sake,” Jake groaned, throwing his book onto his cot. Each time recruits were sent to the front they seemed to get younger, just boys who within a few days would be homesick and crying out for their mothers as they bled out on some battlefield no one had ever heard of, in a place no one had ever visited.

“Is this How Company?” One of the baby Marines asked. He looked petrified and as Jake studied his face he noticed that the boy had probably never shaved.

“Who wants to know?” Frank asked, leaning against the supporting pole of the hut , puffing smoke from his cigarette over the recruit.

“I’m Private Daniel Chase. I’m joining How Company as a Machine Gunner. I meant to be with Sergeant Seresin.”

Jake looked at him dead in the eye. He’d never once considered that he would be sent a replacement for George. He knew that George was still pretty rough in the hospital in Banika but he didn’t think it was enough for them to send a replacement.

“I’m Sergeant Seresin. Put your kit down on that bunk there and then I’ll give you the tour.”

The young Marine did as he was told, clumsily knocking Jake’s belongings off the table, cursing, apologising and then nearly taking Jake out with his Garand.

“Okay kid, put all that shit down. Let’s go.” Frank watched in amusement as the young Marine stumbled after Jake, trying to keep up with his long strides.

Daniel Chase wasn’t a bad kid. He grew up in Louisiana with his parents and two sisters. He was funny and likeable, and Jake quickly warmed to him, taking him under his wing like a younger brother.

That evening the COs had set up a theatre and played ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ which mildly settled the normally rowdy Marines, except for the odd passing comment about the actress.

“Is it like this here most nights?” Chase asked, looking up at Jake inquisitively. The poor kid knew nothing of the world, Jake had realised as he gave him a tour of the camp. He didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, always said his prayers before bed and until joining the Marines had never done his own washing before.

“Sometimes. This is just to welcome the new guys, make you think that it’s all sunshine and rainbows until shit really hits the fan.” Jake knew he was only speaking the truth but regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, the fear on the young boy's face reminded him too much of George when they had first seen battle.

“It’ll be alright, kid. There ain’t nothing to worry about, just stick with me and you’ll be fine.”

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Peleliu September 1944

The doors for the landing craft to exit the troop ship falling open was the beginning of it all. The bright light poured through the ship's hull as each craft flew out the doors and into the open water.

“HERE WE GO!” Jake shouted to Chase who nodded at him nervously. The poor boy had already been sick twice on Jake’s boots while they were waiting.

Aircraft flew overhead, sending bombs down onto the beach that sounded like freight trains whistling above Jake’s head. A few stray bullets hit the edge of the landing craft causing all the men to duck down. No one wanted to get hit before even reaching the beach. The large 50-caliber guns on the landcraft opened fire, trying to clear a path for the Marines to land.

The noise was deafening and between the gunfire and explosions Jake could hear Daniel let out a small whimper. “I'm scared, Jake,” Chase cried and Jake just looked at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. Well what else was he supposed to do? It wasn’t a good idea to lie to the kid but at the same time telling someone they’re probably going to die wasn’t on the cards either.

“You’re gonna be just fine, Kid. Just stay with me and keep moving.” That was the last time Jake spoke to Chase, but neither of them knew that.

As the landing craft hit the beach the smell of smoke was thick in the air, the doors swung down and groups of Marines began charging up the beach. Sand, tree bark, and bullets flew through the air. The ground was littered with bodies as Jake stumbled forward, cursing and falling into a nearby crater, taking cover from the firing above his head. He’d lost sight of Chase and Frank soon after leaving the landing craft. The scent of engine oil was thick in the air as Jake’s chest heaved from the effort. He turned to see a young Marine fall into the crater beside him, blood trickling down his face, eyes wide and frozen. Jake thought he saw the life leaving the poor boy's eyes, all the memories, the love, and future plans all gone in the blink of an eye and all that was left was a shell of who he had been.

Jake bit back a strangled scream as he pushed himself from the hole, crawling along to the next one and into the tree line where he got to his feet. Raising his Garand, he crouched low, hurrying through the trees. Earth flew up around him, the explosions ringing in his ears as he desperately tried to get his bearings, the high-pitch whistling doing nothing for his sense of direction. The last thing he needed was to be running back towards the beach. The smoke created a thick fog through the air, making it difficult to breathe and causing Jake to splutter, coughing loudly. Through all the shrapnel and gunfire flying around Jake didn’t hear the whistling above his head, the sound of the aircraft flying over, not until the explosion went off right beside him. The blast sent him through the air, his body falling helplessly to the ground.

The ringing noise in his mind was the only thing he recognised as his eyes cracked open, looking upon the grey clouds above him. They seemed to dance across the sky, the smokey smudges against the clear blue were a stark contrast but seemed to bring comfort to him. Jake realised that he rarely saw the sky without clouds of smoke anymore. It was sad really, he had always enjoyed the sunsets in Texas, and he’d often watched them with his mother as a young boy.

“JAKE! JAKE! OH FUCK! Hang on buddy. Just hang on for me.”

“Frank…” Jake whispered, reaching a bloody hand out to his friend who took it immediately.

“It’s okay Jake, I’m here. You’re gonna be alright.”

“Frank…w-where’s Y/n?” Jake asked, trying to sit up but Frank pushed him back down immediately.

“She’s not here right now but I promise as soon as we get you fixed up I'll find her okay? I'll find her you just have to hang on.” Frank’s voice was desperate as he applied pressure to Jake’s wounds.

“I NEED A MEDIC GOD DAMMIT!” Frank screamed but Jake just smiled up at him, shuffling to sit up slightly. Confusion crossed Jake’s face as he tried to move his legs again.

“Frank, I-I…can't f-feel my legs?” Jake looked up at him worried, trying again and again to move his legs but nothing happened. Nothing moved. Frank looked down at him sadly, tears glistening in the edges of his eyes.

“You're gonna be just fine, Jake. We’re gonna get your legs all sorted,” he promised, resisting the urge to look over at Jake’s bloodied legs that lay a few feet from them. “I promise, Jake.”

“Okay, Frank. I…trust y-you.”

Jake didn’t notice the way Frank's chest heaved as he screamed for a medic, he didn’t notice the desperate look on his friend's face and he didn’t notice the large pool of blood that trickled out onto the ground around him. Jake just smiled, his blue eyes looking back up at the sky as more aircraft flew over them. He could see Y/n face now, smiling down at him as she cradled little Jacob close. He reached his right hand out towards her, trying to grip hold of hers.

“Come to me, Jake,” she whispered to him. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Jake? No, no Buddy. You’ve got to stay with me, Jake. Stay with me.” Frank watched in horror as Jake’s eyes slid shut. The blood pumping through his fingers mercilessly as he tried his best to keep pressure on the wounds. A medic rushed in beside Frank, applying bandages to both of Jake’s legs. Frank continued to shout at the medic as he sat back, shaking his head defeatedly at Frank. He didn’t believe him. The medic continued to talk but Frank didn’t hear a word. He couldn’t be the only one left. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Frank felt two strong arms pulling him to stand. The Lieutenants fought him, shouting harshly in his ears to keep moving and shoving a Garand into his bloody hands. The blood congealed around the gun, sticking it to Frank as if Jake himself was urging him to use it. His hands shook violently and despite the Lieutenant's protest he couldn’t help but spare a glance over his shoulder to his friend.

“Goodbye Jake.”

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gergthecat · 9 months ago

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Legacy CH 2 - Lae POV

The singing corpses haunt me, my body gasping, shocked, convulsing in a curled-up ball in my chair. In a moment of procedural clarity, I unclasp my seatbelt and tumble cumbersomely onto the floor, the cool metallicity providing some calm as I lay my cheek against it. I can hear blood rushing to my ears, and I feel wet drip from my face onto the floor, sweat turning into tears as I tremble. Rationally, I know what’s happening. I’m having a panic attack, but the rational part of my mind is having a difficult time peaking through the cloud stupor coursing through me.

In my haze, I hear Dad’s voice calling out to me in the halls; he must be able to hear me.

Coughing raggedly, I rasp his name while I watch through my periphery as he spots my pitying form, dashing up to me.

He grasps my arms and pulls me into an embrace, one I’ve always found comforting and congenial; now utterly lacking. My harsh breaths are marred by the shirt I’m inhaling into, trying with all my gusto to explain why the hells I’m falling apart like this.

Some wild gesture must have worked, though, because I see the blurry figures of two of his operatives stride wearily towards the window at my frenzied request, and keel back when they catch sight of the—

I vomit again, luckily missing most of my dad and adding to the abstract portrait I’ve constructed with my bile.

“HolyfuckingMaker,” the Legionnaire I now recognize as Jayce Krin spurts, placing a tentative hand on the wall next to her head.

My head is clearing, the hysteria seemingly going as quickly as it arrived. Dad hoists me up by my underarms as he used to do when I was young, keeping a hand at my elbow to stabilize me. He cranes his neck, gaping when he catches what we’re all rocked by.

“That would explain the lack of response,” he mutters, stepping over my vomit and placing himself carefully in my flight chair, not bothering to buckle in.

He expertly disables the alarm sirens, and the remaining panic dissipates swiftly, my shoulders slumping in relief. I was taught to always approach a problem from a level-headed and grounded place, and that feels more feasible now that I’m not sobbing on the floor.

“Lae,” he starts, though we both know what he’ll be asking, “Are you—”

I cut him off, “I’m fine, Dad, I swear. I’m coming with you.”

He peers at me for a moment before nodding gravely and turning back to the console, entering a few commands and then standing up, motioning for us all to follow him.

His subordinates eye me carefully, no doubt having heard of my excellence, only to find me rolling on the floor in a rather sorry state. I just roll my eyes; they can think whatever they want, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be correct.

“Docking bay was left open,” Dad explains as we meaner into our pods, me into Dad’s as his flyer.

“By whom, though?” I say distrustfully, strapping into my spot.

I’m sure that, as I look around, there’s got to be some sort of hands-off communication system in here, and my suspicions are confirmed when I hear a crisp voice come from the ceiling, “What the hells does that mean; by who? I’d assume the dead people.”

Dad butts in, “It’s whom, and there’s no reason to assume that. There must have been someone else on that ship at some point, so what’s to say they aren’t still there?”

I don’t hear a response after that, smirking lightly as my dad and I share a look.

Launching out of my Chimera, his Legionnaires pulling behind us into triangular formation.

We shift into the docking bay cautiously, smooth in formation just as I was taught, when out of my periphery, I watch Cassian shoot off into the Fold, leaving our two ships, the only whisper of its remnants; the soft glow of debris in its wake.

Dad notices this, glancing worriedly in my direction before he yells out to Jayce, “Get ahold of him, please!” The little flashing dot signaling its location now vacant from my set.

The response from Jayce comes quickly, verifying what we both already know, that for some stupid reason, that Legionnaire has made some dumb decision, and of himself; an enemy of the Legion. I’ve heard enough of my parents’ stories to know that that is not the most brilliant idea.

As though a thought from the Maker Themself compelled them, the bay doors snap shut ricketily, certifiably shutting us into the deathtrap. Dad does the smart thing, as usual, and radios command, letting them know that this is no longer a silly situation and is now a real conspiracy. I always used to love hearing my dad’s stories about when he was younger, a fresh graduate on the run from every government body everywhere, ragtag group of friends and such. Every time, though, after he’d finish telling me about some close call, he’d remind me that although it seems cool and valorous now, at the time, he was bruised beyond recognition and living off of crackers and spite. That’s kept me on the straight and narrow most of my life.

When he’s done talking with De Stoy, Dad turns back to me and says sternly, “I want you to get out of here, Kiddo. This is real stuff, and your mom would kick my butt from here to tomorrow if anything happened to you. I’m serious.”

“I’ll be fine, Dad, I’m the best flier in my year. I grew up with you, for Maker’s sake. I’m not a little kid.”

He peers at me for a moment more, “You can stay here,” he points to exactly where I’m standing, “No moving at all; you need to be able to get out of here. I’m serious too.”

I raise my hands in surrender, “Deal.”

He just nods once, piercing me with what I can only call a parental warning, and walks out of the port and onto what could very actually be enemy territory. It comes to me, rather embarrassingly late, that he clearly doesn’t think it’s too big of a threat, though, because the damn bay doors are closed.

I’ve waited for ten minutes when Dad’s voice echos in our pod, “Lae? Open the doors, please.”

I do just that, leaning over to the button from my chair, turning my head in the direction of the hall he’ll be coming from when I hear fraught voices speaking in Syldrathi.

“Dad? Is everything okay?” I can hear his calm responses as he links me assuringly. When he pulls around the corner, I see that he is followed by three Syldrathi women, the youngest looking maybe sixteen, and the oldest well over fifty, though it can be hard to tell. The elder one has something familiar about her, which I dismiss when I notice that she’s covered in blood as just the fact that there aren’t many Syldrathi at the Academy. She looks at me for a second, and almost seems shocked, and when I glance at Dad, his expression mirrors hers.

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babyarmybabbles · 4 months ago

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Run ARMY! (Meet Part) a1 d4 +155 Words

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader won the opportunity to film a spin off of Run BTS! celebrating the boys return from enlistment, called Run ARMY!, over the course of seven days.

Word Count: 1,250

Notes: Our first official addition! I wanted to do additions in intervals of 1,000, but I'm on the fence of just completely rewriting this entire fic. I'm really unhappy with it and it's fighting me at every turn. I think I focused too much on the little things between point A and B and establishing Reader's voice and character. Might keep like the first bit of the Arrival part and a couple bits here and there. I'll sit on it. Marked the addition with []

Took Inspirations from Run ARMY! series on Tik Tok by _yamanika_ and Guess The Bias! by HelloMyAlien7 on Ao3

Warnings: Reader is p anxious lol. Sort of panic attack? Anxiety attack? idk man. Just anxious Reader.

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By the time the SUV is pulling into the underground parking garage to meet the band in you’re sweating buckets. Not literally, thank the stars, but you feel near to it. Hannuel smiles kindly at you from the driver’s seat, obviously able to see your nerves. You’re pretty sure a satellite could see your nerves right now.

“You’ll be fine.” She soothes as the car descends. “The boys are super nice, and they’re excited to meet you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You suck in a deep breath in response and let it out. It doesn’t help much.

“I’m more nervous about ARMY not liking me than BTS not liking me.” You admit with a nervous laugh, consciously switching to twisting your rings around so you don't pick at your nails in your anxiety. Having bloody fingers while meeting your favorite group would not be a good look. “Also they intimidate me.” You add quietly.

You hear Hannuel stifle a snicker and your head shoots up to glare at her in affront. She’s supposed to support you, not laugh at you! She must see your mulish stare in the rear-view, because she quickly defends herself.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It’s just that they’re so silly sometimes, it’s hard to find them intimidating after having known them.” You easily concede the point to her. You'd seen enough behind the scenes content to get that impression. It’s a bit soothing to hear from an actual staff member though. “They’re the sweetest, really,” Hannuel continues, “You’ve genuinely got nothing to worry about. They’ll take care of you.”

You groan and let your head thump against the seat. “That’s part of the problem!” You complain, “It’s my first time on this side of a camera, it’s my first time meeting BTS, it’s my first time being in Korea, It’s just a lot! What if ARMY sees me fumbling and the boys helping me and decide they hate me? I can’t be hated by ARMY! I’d die!” You dramatically slump sideways, coincidentally timed with a turn that scootches you that much farther over.

Score one for dramatics.

Hannuel laughs gently at you, and you continue somewhat more seriously from your slumped position. “I mean, ARMY is basically my home. I don’t know what I’d do if they hated me.” You murmur into the leather cushion.

Hannuel hums musingly at you and the two of you lapse into silence for a moment.

“Well,” She starts, “First of all, you probably already know that you can never please everyone.” You nod miserably, aware that she could no longer see you. Both your therapist and your friends had told you as much many times. She continues, “But ARMY loves to see the boys interact with other ARMY. It’s another way they get to know them and feel connected. If you ask me, you’ll have more people projecting onto you than judging you. Not that they won’t judge, but” She shrugs, “People always do.”

You slowly sit up and shoot an admiring look at the woman. “Woah,” you mumble, “How are you so wise?”

Hannuel barks out a surprised laugh. “Life experience, mostly.” She replies amusedly.

You settle back into your seat and finally notice that Hannuel had stopped the car before what you assume to be the final turn before the boys would be in view. You feel a rush of gratefulness for her.

You hadn’t known her very long, but Hannuel had already been an incredible help and a very soothing presence to you. You should buy her something nice before you leave if you get the chance. See if you can send a gift basket through Hybe for her if you don't.

She starts the car rolling forward again as you reappear in the rear-view mirror, fully over your momentary theatrics. You take another deep breath and let it out again. It helps more this time.

“It’s not like my socials are public or anything either," You soothe yourself aloud, "And my friends already know me, they’re just excited. Everyone else is secondary.”

“Exactly” Hannuel affirms. You startle just a bit and then try to pretend you hadn’t forgotten she could hear you. Luckily, she’s too busy driving the car to notice. “Like I said, you’ll be just fine.”

Unfortunately for Hannuel’s encouraging words, you’d finally rolled close enough for you to spot seven men standing near 3 other SUVs just ahead and you were suddenly incapable of hearing anything anymore.

Static fills your brain as you study them. You register the casual clothes, watch them nudge each other excitedly as they notice your vehicle, even note the camera crew nearby, but not a single thought makes it past the haze of panic. Distantly, you wonder if this is what an adrenaline rush feels like. You suddenly can’t remember.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears as the car comes to a gentle stop.

You absently bring one hand up to the pulse point under your jaw to measure your pulse and raise the other to your chest to make sure you’re still breathing. Hannuel is repeating instructions for your benefit in the front seat, but you simply cannot engage your brain enough to listen. All too soon she's exiting the car. You manage to tear your hands away from their comforting positions as she comes around and opens your door for you.

Hannuel helps you down as you duck out of the car and gives you a brief sympathetic smile as she takes your trembling hand.

Excited exclamations meet your arrival and you hastily paste confidence over your every mannerism as you lift both hands to wave back with equal excitement. Hannuel is the only one close enough to be able to see your hands continuing to shake, or note the fact that you stop breathing as you approach BTS.

You hope your smile isn't too tight and that you look appropriately excited. Hopefully whatever the cameras are seeing right now can be explained by excitement and reasonable nerves. You'll take your near panic-attack to the nearest private space, thanks.

["Hello! Oh my goodness, hi!" You release your held breath and end up attempting a sort of half-bow-half-handshake combo with RM that looks and feels incredibly awkward.

You’re mentally screaming apologies to him and despairing your lack of social graces as you move to greet the next member, one Kim Seokjin. You're not sure you can recover from this. You may just have to perish right here right now.

Blessedly, the man takes the lead for the interaction, opening his arms for a hug. You hesitate for a moment, double checking that he was giving you permission to hug him, before gratefully diving into the embrace.

The hug is a standard, friendly thing. Just a bit of a lean in and affectionate tap-tap-taps to eachothers upper back. It relaxes you immensely.

It helps that he more passes you to the next member down the line than let's you completely reset for a new interaction. No chance of awkwardness in pre-established patterns.

In this manner, you gain a hug from most of the other members as well. Yoongi is the only one who declines, offering a handshake that goes much more smoothly than your initial one with RM.

Once you're done with greetings, the PD introduces you, prompting you to wave and bow at them. You're sure it looks awkward because you feel awkward, but at least it gets done. ]

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etherealeddie · 2 years ago

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Woodstock ‘99 - Part 2

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Story Summary: A hopeless romantic hippie meets a roughed up metalhead at what is supposed to be beautiful, peaceful, music-filled weekend. But even amongst all of the chaos, there may be some peace.

Part Summary: Eddie and his band of misfits finally get their big shot in the music industry, and it’s scarier than he expected, but then he lays eyes on you.

CW: Passing mention of drugs, angry/violent crowd, maybe some swearing, but I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed anything!

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy part 2! I had fun writing it, and I’m excited to see reactions and for the rest of the story to come out. At this point, I think it’ll be a 4 part series, maybe 5!

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1 - Part 2

Eddie knew when Corroded Coffin accepted this offer, it was a big deal.

There’s a lot riding on how their set goes, and how the audience reacts to them. The last year has been the most successful and busy year of all four of their lives, but if this doesn’t go well, it could all end for them.

When he called Wayne to tell him, he just said, “Isn’t that a hippie thing? What are you guys gonna do there?”

Realistically, Eddie had the same thought when the offer came from his manager, but here they are. 30 minutes until they hit the stage, and nothing about this festival is screaming peace or love to him. They’ve played at a few rock festivals, and the crowd here was still more aggressive than the others he remembers.

When he called to tell his friends that weren't in the band, there were a lot of mixed responses. A couple of the kids just said it was cool, Jonathan offered to do photography for Corroded Coffin if it was needed, and Argyle said he might be there. Said it was his, “total vibe, dude”.

Steve and Robin seemed excited for him, although he could tell they were both a bit sad that they were still stuck in Hawkins. Eddie always offered to fly them out or to hire them on the stage crew but they would always laugh it off. Steve would say something about his reputation and how it would look if “King Steve Harrington was Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s bitch.” Even though they always say no, Eddie always offers. Some day he’s sure they’ll say yes.

He stands to the left of the stage with Gareth, just watching with wide eyes as Jonathan Davis works the crowd. The level of stage presence he has is insane and Eddie isn’t sure he can match it, not with this many eyes on him and with this much attention.

“I know we’ll be fine, but I can’t say I’m not terrified of this crowd.” Gareth says. Eddie is surprised he can hear him over the deafening screams.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re going to be on the same stage that Metallica is playing tomorrow night.. It’s actually insane. How did we end up all the way here from lil ‘ole Hawkins, Indiana?”

Gareth lets out a small chuckle in reply as Korn’s final song finishes and they both step to the side for the band that’s running off the stage. They pass them quickly, drenched in sweat, and radiating with the energy from the show they just played.

Eddie nods towards the other bandmates and he and Gareth walk over to get a pre-show amp up with them while their stage crew is switching out and setting up their instruments. Taking the time to drink as much water as they can, trying not to sweat any more than they already are in this hot sun. He can’t imagine how it is in the pit right now. Hundreds of bodies electrified with energy from the music, the heat, and to be completely honest, who knew what amount or type of drugs were also fueling this audience.

Taking the last few minutes to go over their setlist, they all take a second to just look at each other. Every member of Corroded Coffin looks terrified in the most excited way. Without saying anything, Eddie just nods at them silently, and you can see them physically relax a bit. This is going to be the best performance they give. They will perform like their entire lives and careers hinge on it, because in many ways, it does.

“Hope you all saved some energy for this next group. They're new on the scene and ready to rock. Everybody, this is Corroded Coffin!” The announcer yells into the microphone as Eddie and the boys jog out to the stage. He takes a second to just breathe in the crowd and the atmosphere of the festival. There’s so many more people than he imagined but this stage is his home for the next 45 minutes, and he’s going to prove how much he, and all of his friends from little Hawkins, Indiana, deserve to be up here with the bands he’s idolized since middle school.

In an attempt to give his bandmates a moment to settle into their instruments, he starts his crowd work.

“How is everybody doing tonight? Ready for more music?” He yells, as the crowd roars in response.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that!” He replies with a smirk, his dimples popping out. The crowd screams in response again, even louder this time, if that’s possible.

Eddie looks over his shoulder quickly to his friends, getting the small “go ahead” nod from each of them before he addresses the crowd again.

“Alright, let’s go!” He yells into the mic as the first chords of one of their songs pours out of his guitar. The audience responds immediately with praise, beginning their game of madness all over again.

The set, although 45 minutes, feels like 30 seconds. Maybe it’s because he’s in his element, or just drunk off the energy and approval of his vast audience, but he doesn’t care. He’s never felt so free during a set.

The atmosphere quickly changes with the last song though. The song is more angry than the rest of their setlist. Eddie had written it about the many injustices back home from his highschool days, of course it was laced with burning ire. He expected the audience to amp up a bit, that’s how it usually went at each show, but this was more than he was expecting. More than what any of the boys were expecting really.

The crowd moved in sync almost, waves of people pushing and shoving each other, throwing things, letting the anger of the song become a pawn in their human interactions. This wasn’t why Eddie wrote it, and it’s certainly not how he wants to end the set, but he’s honestly terrified to stop the song, what if it ruins Corroded Coffin’s chance? This is clearly an audience that will change its tone and opinion at a rapid pace.

By the end of the second chorus, he signals to the boys to ease out of the song. Although Gareth is upset he doesn’t get to play his drum solo, he can’t say he isn’t scared of this crowd either. He is willing to do anything to not feel responsible for them at this point.

The song finally finishes, and if anyone in the crowd knows it’s the end of the song, they don’t seem to care. Everyone cheers and Eddie grabs a microphone, introducing the band and it’s members one last time before peeling off his guitar and exiting the stage.

That’s when he sees her.

A few rows from the front, looking as scared of the audience she is standing in as Eddie feels standing feet above and away from them.

She's the epitome of what he expects from any festival named ‘Woodstock’ after ‘69. A flower crown and what looks like homemade friendship bracelets to boot, she is the poster child of what he expected this weekend, and clearly isn’t going to get.

You, although he doesn’t know your name yet, are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

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What's the more depressed Buck fic have you posted snippets for it??

I haven’t, I’m not sure I’m ever going to fully write this one out because it might be dramatic to the point of trashiness hshsddhdh, but, yeah, what it says on the tin, Buck but with the depression sliders turned up, and flipping the ‘passively suicidal’ dial to occasionally active. Also he and Eddie are like even closer and more codependent and Buck sleeps in Eddie’s bed somewhat frequently and they kiss sometimes without even internally clocking that as something potentially romantic. Like they’ll be dating other people and still sleep next to each other and kiss sometimes and it doesn’t even occur to them that that might be not the best thing to do. They eventually get together actually at Hen and Karen’s wedding but even then don’t consider all the other sleeping together and kissing as part of that. It was just a thing they did, it’s fine.

I only have one half written scene for this, I’ll put it under a cut because it deals with self harm and past attempts, it takes place uhh I could never decide if it’s sometime in season two or after lawsuit arc (which I’m not sure would play out the same in this au, just like timeline wise). Sometime fairly early in their time together anyway.

Buck has a beer in his hand when Eddie notices, a detail that sticks in his head later.

“Shit!” He says it loud enough that Buck jumps a little, bottle almost sliding through his fingers. “Buck, is that- did you get hurt?”

“Huh?” He doesn’t think he did, they hadn’t been on any particularly strenuous or dangerous calls in the last shift, and it’s been a whole day since then so he thinks he would have felt it by now.

“You’re bleeding, man,” Eddie says with a worried frown, gesturing down at his leg.

Buck looks and he doesn’t realize what he’s going to find, what it means, until he sees red soaking through the right inner thigh of his sweatpants, and things would have gone easier, probably, Eddie would have to know if he’d said something like shit, that’s weird, I’ll go check it out. Except he doesn’t say that, he panics; he slaps a hand over the fuzzy line and snaps up to look at Eddie like he’s done something wrong. Eddie’s not an idiot. Buck sees the moment he puts two and two together, how wide his eyes get.

“I-“ Buck chokes, any and all excuses shriveling up before he can find them, so he says “I’ll just-“ and flees to the bathroom.

His leg is a bit of a mess. The fabric of the sweat pants peels away from his skin a little painfully with how much blood there is. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to cut this deep, it had just been awhile since he’d given in to the impulse and he tends to over do it after time spent holding back. He breaths steadily through his nose as he looks around the bathroom, hesitating over towels he doesn’t want to ruin.

There’s a knock. “Buck?” Eddie sounds kind of small and scared, and it makes Buck’s guts twist uncomfortably. Fuck. “Buck, I- Can I come in? I have the first aid kit, I just- I want to make sure you’re okay.”

[tender wound care, a little bit of talking about Buck’s self harm, Eddie very worried and mad as an extension of that worry and trying to hold all that in and Buck fucking guilty about making Eddie feel like this but just a little bit relieved that someone knows]

As Buck reaches for the ice pack the back of his hand drags across the outside of Eddie’s wrist, and though he’s seen the scar there a thousand times it’s the first time he’s felt the puckered skin. He can’t help the way his hand twists, fingers circling, holding, feeling. Eddie blinks at him, looks down at where they’re connected.

“It’s a bullet wound,” he says, voice sticking a little, rasping out of his mouth.

“I know,” Buck says quickly.

“Buck.” Eddie’s eyes dart back and forth between Buck’s own. “Buck, have you…”

He’s not sure if he should be truthful, he showed too much of the ugly underside of himself tonight already, but the moment's hesitation is long enough for Eddie to drag in a ragged inhale. Buck closes his eyes, drops his chin to his chest. “Twice.” It’s quiet enough in the bathroom that Buck thinks Eddie might be holding that inhale, trapping the air in his lungs. “Or… I don’t know, maybe three- I don’t know if the motorcycle counts.” He opens his eyes, laughing a little without much humor. “I guess if I don’t know if it counts, it probably counts, yeah?”

He is breathing, turns out. Buck can see Eddie’s chest move in and out, so he must be. His mouth is clamped shut and his eyes are frightened again and Buck feels a little sick because of it. “When?” It’s just a whisper, and then Eddie’s eyebrows come together. “I mean- you don’t have to- you don’t have to tell me, Buck, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t…”

Buck raises an eyebrow, because he’s sitting on the man’s toilet with his boxers shoved into his groin so Eddie can clean the mess of his thigh. It’s a little late to be shy. He sighs, scrubs a hand over his eyes, and then turns that arm to show off the scar running away from his elbow, a story he’s laughed about before. “I didn’t fall from the balcony. I jumped off the roof.” Eddie’s eyes stutter shut, but Buck can’t stop now. “I looked up- I looked up how high you have to be. What’s fatal. Thought I had a good chance, and- and mom and dad weren’t there, figured even if I didn’t- even if it wasn’t immediate, I’d be… dead by the time they got home. But a neighbor saw me do it.”

[He left a note on the counter that he thinks his parent might have just thrown away, they certainly never brought it up, and kind of brushed the whole thing under the rug. They never took him to any suggested follow up therapy or anything. When he was roaming the world in his early twenties he’d sometimes get antidepressants off friends but like those don’t really work if you just take one every once in awhile. When he got the job at the fire station he finally had insurance and could get an actual prescription but the first kind he tried really didn’t agree with him and he ended up taking a bunch a once but he called Hen as he started feeling sick so she and Bobby came and found him in time (this is when Chimney is out from the rebar and after the disastrous therapy session and things are up and down with Abby so even aside from the chemical imbalance things are rough) and he has to stay in the psychiatric ward for a few days and he worried he wouldn’t have a job after but Bobby and Hen are there to pick him up and they take him out to breakfast and they care about him, Bobby lets him sleep on his couch for awhile, and things have been,like, okay since, he’s doing all right, he promises Eddie it’s not going to go that far again, that Hen and Bobby keep an eye on him and he guesses Eddie will now too. Eddie hugs him very tight and promises he will. He sleeps in Eddie’s bed for the first time that night.]

#asked and answered

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