#I'm sure he was a bit of a pain to be around

[intromortal]

⭑ INCH BY INCH ⸻ park sunghoon ◜teaser◞

you have a boyfriend gifted with a pornstar cock, but he refuses to use it on you, too scared he'll end up hurting you. so your best shot is to devise a plan to get him to crumble, and even if things don't unfold quite as expected, what matters is the result anyway... right?

starring ⋆ f!reader x park sunghoon

this work contains ⋆ smut, minors so not interact. multiple smut scenes, sunghoon being diabolically hung, my extremely poor attempts at humor, besties jaykewon, established relationship, nasty nasty shit... brat tamer sunghoon sorta kinda, some degradation but nothing crazy (i think. maybe i'm just a freak), alcohol consumption, implied driving under the influence, jealousy, slutshaming (not from hoon), a tiny bit if violence, blood, injury, and patching up said injury :3 ⸻ rules m.list

length ⋆ teaser ⸻ 1.2k words. full fic ⸻ around 15k words. hopefully less but it's me so :p

taglist ⋆ either comment here or send me an ask! please make sure to have a visible age somewhere or i won't be able to add you.

"I just don't get why he won't stick it in me."

"You have such a way with words."

You throw a fry at your best friend, only to get more irritated when he catches it midair with his mouth. Jungwon chews it loudly with his mouth open—because he knows it annoys you to death—then washes it down with his coconut milkshake that he won't let you get a sip of because 'using the same straw as me counts as cheating now that you're dating Sunghoon'.

"Okay but why? You're a man. What's the thought process behind this? Tell me."

"Girl, it's your boyfriend. You tell me."

"What if he doesn't fine me att—" A fry hits you right on your forehead, and it's like the impact activates your brain cells, because of course Sunghoon finds you attractive, that is not the problem.

"Now, let's be honest with ourselves please. None of that shit."

Your back hits the bed with a soft thud, arms spread out as you stare at the very familiar ceiling of your room. A sight you've been taking in quite often recently, while trying to come up with a plan to get Sunghoon to dick you down good.

Jungwon shoves a fist of fries in his mouth, barely chewing before speaking again. "I don't get why it's such a big deal."

You roll onto your side, facing the blonde little gremlin occupying the space next to you. "It's a big deal because— why is your ass on my pillow. Jungwon get—"

He silences you by feeding you a handful of fries from the container on his lap. "You were saying?"

You gulp them down quickly before replying, because you're civilized enough to do so, unlike someone else. "We've done it all, and I know he's scared of hurting me, but I can also tell he's holding back. I'm ready– I've been ready. It's just… whenever I think it's gonna happen he pulls back so suddenly, like he's restraining himself."

"Mhh… you've talked to him about this, right?" Jungwon looks at you in a way that feels entirely too judgmental, like skipping the communication part is something you do often enough for it to be a pattern. Something he needs to check off of a list before he gives you more advice.

He's not completely wrong. As in, at one point in your life you had made an habit out of assuming people's thoughts and intentions, but that is in the past. And those people are not your Park Sunghoon.

[...]

"Of course I have."

"And?"

"Won, he just tells me I need more prep. I've had plenty of that, trust me. Like, he's spent the last month using this toy on—"

"Okay, okay I get it. I trust you, spare me the details."

"—Point is, I'm more than ready. I know it's gonna be uncomfortable and a bit painful at first, he's like… so huge it's—"

"I get it."

"—but that's a given with how big he is. I think it's just… him being nervous, really."

"Have you… tried to, uhm. Take charge? Maybe you calling the shots would make it easier for him to let loose." Jungwon looks down on his lap as he plays with the rings adorning his fingers.

You wouldn't say he has ever been particularly shy per se, not when it comes to discussing your sexual life, even in heavy detail. He was the boy your mother made you take a bath with after a whole day of rolling around in dirt as a kid, because his wasn't around a lot of the time. The same boy who has seen you toothless and with horrible haircuts, who has seen all your embarrassing phases.

Talking to Jungwon was much more akin to talking to yourself rather than venting to a diary, because he stored secrets in his heart that you would never be comfortable writing down on paper. Except he also calls you a dumbass when he needs to.

It's been a little different ever since you started dating Sunghoon freshly out of college, but you imagine it can't be helped since Jungwon has known both of you all his life.

You take a deep breath, shoulders slumping with the motion. Yeah, like that would ever work. "He doesn't give up dominance ever, really. I have tried a few times but…" you trail off, thoughts suddenly plagued with images of Sunghoon putting you back in your place instantly whenever you tried to take charge.

You have already given it some thought, a lot of thought, actually. What wouldn't you do to have Sunghoon under you and at your mercy, so responsive to every touch, perhaps even tied down. Yeah, you're gonna have to bring it up more seriously to him, maybe then he would let you—

"Are you seriously fantasizing about dominating your boyfriend right in front of my cheddar fries?"

But you're gonna continue that thought another time.

"Let's see then…" Jungwon continues, evidently determined to find a solution to your problem. "Maybe act out? Would that work? Mhhh… I don't know, you're already very annoying day to day and he puts up with that…so."

Jungwon genuinely looks like he is putting so much thought into it, somehow it makes it more offensive.

"Yeah. And who grew up next to him? You. Exactly. You trained his patience, if anything," you retort, but Jungwon doesn't even give you the satisfaction of acknowledging it, because you both know that you do love to be a nuisance to your boyfriend whenever you get the chance.

"Wait." Jungwon perks up after a seconds of deep thought, making the plushies on your bed fall on the floor, but the situation is so dire that you don't scold him. Instead, you cast a hopeful glance in his direction. Please let his brain cells work for once in his life.

"Isn't Hoon like, terribly jealous every time someone brings up that time you and Jay dated in high school?"

The cogs in your brain turn, and if someone was to walk into the room at that moment they would be able to smell the fumes coming out of your and Jungwon's head.

Jungwon continues, though he doesn't need to, because you have caught what he is hinting to already. "You need him to snap? What better reason to if not some good ol' jealousy. Am I right?"

But of course he is, that little gremlin genius.

"And, it just happens that a few high school acquaintances are organizing a get together soon. You know people will bring up you and Jay, just drag Hoon along. It's fate."

"Have I ever told you that you're my bestest friend ever and that I owe you my life, Won?"

[dduane]

Hello Ms. Duane I hope you're doing okay today.

This is a very personal ask and if it's too much and you need to ignore it I totally understand!

I was just wondering how you are managing to stay so strong and positive after what happened.

My partner and I are in our 40s and neither of us are the healthiest people and I am so very afraid of losing him one day. Sometimes, in private, I cry just thinking about it. I can't see a future in which I could go on if he died first.

But you manage to continue even after your terrible loss. You travel and write and continue to experience joys in life. Do you have any thoughts or advice on how to be ready for this future? How to survive the grief?

I hope I am not overstepping my boundaries. I have no one I could talk to about his, and your current strength amazes me.

First of all: thanks for the kind words. They're very, very appreciated.

Secondly: Everything that follows is intensely situational, and everybody else's mileage will inevitably vary. (So what else is new?)

(Adding a cut here, as I'm still ambivalent about how to handle these issues "on main". Warning: contains discussion of pre- and post-bereavement issues, the loss of longtime spouses, mental-health travel, and turning into trees.)

...Anyway. How am I managing?

Frankly, damned if I know.

In my case, I'm really not sure it's attributable to strength, as such. (Though, yeah, one learns some of that over time, if one's not afraid to expose oneself to life. Which, admittedly, is a way bigger ask these days, it seems to me, than it used to be.)

Some of it is mere habit, intertwined with unavoidable responsibility. There are things that my daily life requires me to do that can't be evaded, or not for long: and habit keeps me pushing through those. (And some of them are so fecking mundane. Keeping the online store running, doing the damn dishes, dealing with web issues [right now I'm having a deeply frustrating discussion with Peter's website about under-the-hood memory issues: a discussion that I wish I could just end with a polearm of some kind]...) This is the "This Gets Me So Damn Pissy" side of being a grownup. ...With the inevitable side question: when the hell did I grow up? Is this it? Because this bit of it is really annoying me right now.

Some of it is sheer bloody-minded stubbornness (with a side of You can't give up on dealing with this. He wouldn't like that. And also, You have to keep on surviving this to the point where you get past the worst of the pain: because you know that point will come if it's just given enough time... and he would not want the last thing he did to have caused you so much pain that you gave up).

...Is any of this making sense? God only knows. Please excuse all unnecessary parentheses.

And also: Some of this is the simple realization that it would not be either desirable or healthy to give up, or set aside, even temporarily, the whole spectrum of individuated, nothing-to-do-with-him things that have made me, and continue to make me, me... some of which were plainly (to my then and continuing delight) what got that guy to marry me in the first place.

Peter had only disapproval for the concept of suttee. But not merely because of that, I refuse to burn myself away on his pyre (or to allow my own carelessness about my physical and/or mental states to let that happen). It would serve no useful purpose, would inevitably cause pain to a lot of other people... and in any case, he would just really not approve.

Admittedly, I'm feeling kinda scorched around the edges right now. But give it time enough, and scorching can heal.

(sighing) Let me back away briefly from that whole set of issues, to look a little at the background. Whenever this subject has come up for discussion between us over the years, P. and I have been of more or less instantaneous agreement that we'd both deeply prefer, when the day and hour rolled around, to be turned simultaneously into trees. 😏 Neither of us was ever wild about the other one surviving alone and having to deal with the partner's loss. Yet—barring the chance of dying together in some natural disaster, or in a train or plane crash or something (which is frankly kind of hard on all the other people on the plane or train)—we knew damn well that eventually, whatever our preferences, that was what was most likely going to happen.

So we talked about it. We made some (as it now turns out, fairly rudimentary) plans. Some of them are turning out to be useful. Some of them are less so (in that some of them depended on assumptions about which of us would be likelier to go first). But the important thing was that we jointly acknowledged that one-of-us-goes-first was the likeliest outcome.

And nothing is served by trying to pretend that it's not likely to happen, or by failing to acknowledge and discuss it with your partner. This is hard to say, and will doubtless be hard to hear. But I promise you that all of this would have been endlessly worse for me (or for him, if I'd gone first) if we hadn't even been willing to get as far as the acknowledgement: which is vital.

One who commits to a real-world, long-term partnership must sooner or later be willing to commit to the difficult truth that it will someday end. Denial doesn't help at all. The physical universe has all kinds of seriously annoying ways to deal with that. (And if this sounds kinda stern, please understand that it's mostly myself I'm being stern with here.) ...But if you're already experiencing distress over the eventual possibility of something at this level of inevitability happening (she said, briefly putting her psych-nurse hat on*), I think you might be wise to consider how to broach the subject with your partner sooner rather than later. If you need professional assistance with this, do what you can to seek it out.

But make some kind of plan for the time when two become one (in the probably least-delightful sense of the phrase). It doesn't have to happen all at once. You don't have to spend hours over the business, or days. Peter and I handled this issue (most recently, and not with an eye to any illness...) over a matter of months, in brief conversations that sometimes lasted only minutes at a time, or even seconds. (Hilariously, it was P. finally getting his senior citizen's unlimited-public-transport pass that triggered us most recently getting into this issue in any depth.) But having done so—even in rudimentary form—each of us could rest a little easier that the other knew where to quickly reach for the already-emplaced "lifesaver," and wouldn't have to be thrashing around in the deep water all alone with no immediate help in sight.

(sighing) ...So. As to feeling joy about things? I suspect I'm a good ways off that yet. Flashes of amusement and happiness (and also of extremely black humor, possibly rather blacker than usual) have been coming and going as usual. But then the "happiness" thing is kind of unavoidable for me, because in this regard I am a very cheap date, and always have been. I mean, anybody who looks at my shitposting here should be able to detect that. :)

Meanwhile, as for travel: There's definitely a therapeutic side to this. Right up until his last day, P. and I had stacks and stacks of plans for places we wanted to go in the short- to long-term: some of them ones we'd been to before, some not. I find (not entirely to my surprise, but with satisfaction that it works) that there's currently some relief available for me in carrying out these plans, even though P's not with me except in "Shoulder Angel" mode. What I mean by this is: me traveling and seeing new and interesting things, and predicting—I like to think with some accuracy, after forty years of observing and interacting with the man—what Peter would generally make of them. So that practice will continue, when I can afford it and can spare the time away from home. (Those who want to contribute to these efforts are cordially invited to go over to the Ko-Fi and drop in whatever they please with the tag "Operation Shoulder Angel," so I know what it's about. And thanks in advance to any who feel inclined to do this.)

Additionally, in terms of the general suggestion some have made, that I should "Get out of the house and go be with your Tribe when you can", at the end of the month it seems I'll be at Archipelacon 2, on an island I didn't even know existed until some weeks back, and had to Google for. That should be interesting! Detailed reports will follow.

As for continuing to write: that won't stop until it's my turn to stop breathing, if I have anything to say about it. Casual writing, like this, is enough of a daily commonplace that it's in no danger, I think, of being interrupted. Meanwhile, I look forward to being able to settle back into actual prose work as soon as possible, as things are kinda backed up at that end. If I have to travel to do that because it's difficult to do at home... well, I've done that before, and often. If I must, I'll do it again. Some of my best writing has happened in holiday flats and hotel rooms.

Anyway: thanks much for the question, which took courage to ask! I honor that. And as for you: hang in there and do what you can for your own situation... though (obviously) at your own speed. I can tell you for sure that action on this issue will help, at least a little, over time, to kill some of the fear... and will help you prepare for the unexpected.

HTH. ❤️

*Even though we didn't wear caps. When I was still practicing, we worked in street clothes. Just as well, as I always looked like a dork in a cap.

[cheeseceli]

You don't tell them you're sick

Pairing: ot8!Ateez × gn!reader (established relationships)

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, headcanons

Request: the reader gets sick or hurt but doesn't want to tell the boys cause they are busy or on tour and don't want them to worry or get sick too.

Warnings: They are idols, mentions of medicine and food, bits of self doubt and reader is injured/sick

A/n: blind by ateez is such a good song fr | daily click

Seonghwa

Honestly, he looks a bit disappointed

He thought you knew him better than that

After all, what did he do to give you the impression that he'd rather not be "bothered" if you ever got injured?

Makes sure to take proper care of you until your complete recover

It doesn't matter if he's preparing for a now comeback

Your well being will always come first to him

"And don't you ever forget, I'm here for you. No matter what. I want to be bothered, so bother me all you want."

Hongjoong

Very similar to Seonghwa

Except he's not necessarily disappointed

He's in denial

Like, there's no way you were sick for almost 2 weeks but didn't tell him because he was on tour

You didn't actually do it

Right?

And he can't believe he didn't notice it before, even if you made sure to hide it

Feels like he failed you a little

Makes sure to check on you all the time, overseas or not

"You know you can tell me all you're going through, right? That's what I'm here for."

Yunho

Low-key doubting himself a bit

Is he that bad of a boyfriend that you thought he wouldn't have the time to take care of you 💔

Or even worse

Did you think he wouldn't want to be there for you?

Wonders what he did to give you that impression

And he is on his way to fix it

While taking care of you!

No way you are escaping him giving you the nurse treatment

Being 100% boyfriend material just in case

"Are you feeling any better? I can go buy any remedy you might want. Or soup! Do you want soup?"

Yeosang

He did think your voice was a bit hoarse when he called you two days before

But it's not until you were sneezing nonstop today is that he caught on

You were sick

And when he asked you about it you dared to deny, even if it was so obvious you were lying

Him being on Japan doesn't mean he can't take care of you?!

Makes sure to order medicines and food to your place

Now there's no denying

"Hey, just letting you know that dinner should be there in less than 20 minutes. I ordered you your favourite :)"

San

He was surprisingly fast at discovering, even if you were trying to hide

Mostly because it's kinda hard to walk around with a sprained ankle

So even though he was tired and wanted nothing more than just sleeping after a tough day at practice

He noticed you were in pain

Don't even try to deny

Suddenly he's all energised, ready to take care of you

And he's demanding answers

Why did you hide it from him? How did you hurt yourself? For how long were you walking around like this?

Will take care of you but will also (affectionately) scold you until your ears fall off

"You should call me right away when something like this happens! You were planning on keeping it a secret or something? Wait what-"

Mingi

Honestly, you should've just told him

"But he's so stressed because of work, I don't wanna worry him"

Well, that did not work

If you had told him from the beginning, he would've probably be less worried

But now, because you said "I fell from the stairs, but I'm okay now" he thinks you're on verge of death

We know you had good intentions

But bro is STRESSING 😭

So please, next time just tell him right away lmao

"For God's sake, Y/n, don't ever do this again. Are you okay, though? For real?"

Wooyoung

Oh wow

This one is feeling like he was backstabbed

Even if you were an oscar winning actor/actress, you would NOT fool this guy

When it comes to you, he knows and noticed everything

So after making you're alright, even with the slight pain, he just keeps eyeing you

Waiting for you to tell him how'd you get hurt

But then you don't

And he's honestly a bit hurt you wouldn't rely on him even when your knees where that bruised

Proceeds to take care of you (and interrogate you), all while hoping you'll be able to understand he's there for you

All the time

"Could you put me as your emergency contact? I want to be there for you if you ever need me."

Jongho

Probably the most understanding out of the boys

He was in the other side of the world, after all

And although he'd go back to you in a heartbeat, he knew why you wouldn't want him to

So he understands your point of view

But damn

You guys called each other a few times

He would've appreciated if you had told him

He could've asked a staff to help you, he could've bought you medicine

If he could at least ask how you were feeling, he'd already feel better

So please, don't hide those things from him

"Are you sure you don't want me to go back home? I know, it's just a bit of a fever, but I don't mind going back. Just say the word."

Masterlist | you'll probably like: their s/o is overworked

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @sheraayasherrecs @queenofdumbfuckery @lezleeferguson-120

Dividers by @saradika-graphics | images 1, 2 and 3

[02lvr]

dance like you’re drunk with me — sjy

synopsis; jake wants to be respectful as friends, but not when he accidentally starts to see you in a different way

friends (to potential fwb) au! perv jake x dancer female reader

warnings; pain and crying, masturbation, both jake and reader being pervs, sensitive, overstimulation(/edging?), didn't proofread!

now playing; haunted - beyonce

Jake felt comfortable around you since you were able to talk about anything. Jake that felt a tiny crush grow, but felt too shy to even bring it up once, but he was nice. too overly nice in the friend group, it became weird at how nice he was.

so one day you needed a ride home, and Jake would arrive at the studio unaware that it was just you. he would look in every window unaware of where you were, in gray sweatpants and messy hair of someone who forgot about his alarm and ended up sleeping past it until you were calling him wondering if he would show up.

Stumbling through every room, but the lights were off. However, he was so sure you were somewhere close by, the way the walls vibrated. He'd rub his eyes, still trying to wake up but not wanting to disappoint you once until he saw lights on.

And he would be so surprised to see you doing something so different than how he's seen you before. The way your tank top was so loose yet so tight in the right places, and how tight he started to feel. He didn't want to see you like this (or at least he thought of being respectful around you).

The bass that would hit and you'd reach the floor, practicing a movement so sensual that you'd close your eyes and he'd stare in shock at your reflection in the mirror. Jake, who doesn't know how to act but suddenly becomes so hard that he's thinking about everything you could do if you were on him just like that, all sweaty because he didn't care. He didn't care about how wet you were.

But the song would end.

Jake would knock nervously on the window, signaling for you to open the door, and you'd be shocked and jog to the door, opening it, and telling him that you wanted to practice as much as you could before he got there.

He'd try and cover himself because who would want to be with a pervert like him? he'd excuse himself to the bathroom with a lie that he was looking for your room before heading to the bathroom. So you'd nod and start packing your things since he assured you that he wouldn't take long.

He sits in a stall, painfully hard and unaware of how to get rid of the pain that he feels in his pants. so sensitive.

He was so sure that the only cure could have you help him but he didn't want to ask. he was so shy. so he decides to pull his waistband down, his dick hitting his stomach while he wraps his hand around the red-colored tip. covering his mouth, unaware if there was anyone else in the bathroom with him.

he'd cum so fast while thinking about how you'd look in his bed, but he wanted to be respectful- take you on a date and get to know you a little bit better although you trusted him. but he'd shake so bad through his second orgasm when you message him.

"I'm waiting outside :)"

He didn't want to leave you waiting, so he'd calm himself down and clean himself up, pretending that nothing happened as he left the bathroom and took you home. But the drive home would be silent, grabbing your attention and asking him if anything happened, to which he'd respond.

"no sorry, I was just asleep so I'm still trying to process that"

and so you'd nod, pretending that everything was fine. pretending that you didn't hear jake moaning so loud inside the empty bathroom that echoed everything into the hallway.

[keikikait]

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pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 3.7k

summary: maybe you're just a caddie after all

warnings: ANGST, SLIGHTLY SMUTTY (18+) , kook!rafe x pogue!reader, not even friends with benefits, just fuck buddy vibes, slight power imbalance, yearning/pining, reader is down bad, rafe lowkey sucks, not proofread

a note: inspired by my most recent situationship (i'm in pain)

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You didn’t think you were the type of girl to fuck your boss.

But, Rafe Cameron really isn’t your boss, is he? Sure, he owns The Island Club now (fully renovated with a brand-new golf course) but your manager is a different Kook, yet a sleazeball all the same, Bruce. Your pay didn’t come out of Rafe’s pocket, your checks weren’t signed by his hand, yet his presence loomed, and the guilt still ate at you, ripping you apart piece by piece.

It didn’t help that you were his personal caddie now. You were special, in a way.

It was slightly demeaning, almost cruel, but deep down a part of you liked it. You craved it. You always feel a small flicker of pride when he saunters into the bar, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling, ready for him to take the half finished drink out of your hand, excuse you from the presence of your shift lead and lead you through the airy French doors that lead to the golf course. When you’re far away enough, far from prying eyes, your fingers interlock, his hand squeezes yours, and he’s finally yours.

At least for a little bit. Rafe disappears from your grasp the second his game is done, always tipping you way too much before giving you a brief kiss, his golf bag swung over his shoulder as he makes his way back to the parking lot. Cheeks burning and head in the clouds, you return to the bar, trying to drown yourself in the drinks your customers ordered, making Cosmopolitan after Cosmopolitan, but you find your eyes always drifting back towards the main entrance, hoping he’d walk back in just to see you again.

You always wait like a puppy would for its owner, tail wagging outside the closed door, occasionally pawing at the wood, and maybe in some ways Rafe owned you, too.

But he’s yours again when you settle onto your knees in front of him, pressing yourself into the pillow that separates you from the hardwood mansion floor. He’s yours when you’re pulling his hard cock out of his slacks, hair already wound around his fist. He’s yours when he’s pulling you up from your knees and onto his bed, cum splattered on your face and in your mouth, turning you on your side so he can cuddle up behind you, wrap one hand loosely around your neck as he plants soft kisses behind your ear and takes deep inhales of your hair, now matted from his calloused palms.

And when he falls asleep, trapping you against his chest with his arms wrapped around you, you take your time to admire him. Your fingertips gently trail over his features, brushing over his lips as your heart fills with dread, always wondering if this would be the last time you see him. You knew deep down that you weren’t his. You weren’t the only girl Rafe held like this, you weren’t the only girl whose forehead he would kiss mid thrust, watching her eyes roll back with a smirk on his face. You weren’t his only girl, but you were the girl he picked in those moments, and it was enough for you.

You were enough for him.

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You watch from the golf cart as he sets up his tee on the 3rd hole. It’s taking longer than normal, Rafe having picked today of all days to goof off with his friends Topper and Kelce. You still remember the first time he introduced you to them, keeping it so short and brief that he never even told them your name, treating you as if you were a burden, a poisonous cloud that followed him around the green. It was too damn hot, and the server book in your apron pocket doesn’t make a very good fan. You clear your throat, shifting in the seats, feeling your thighs stick to the leather, trying to avoid the sunlight creeping towards you.

Rafe glances at you as he grabs one of his clubs, finally ready to take the shot. You smile softly, giving him a small nod, wanting to do more but knowing you couldn’t draw too much attention to yourself. Your relationship was a secret, just the way Rafe liked it. You knew it was for his reputation; it was finally starting to sprout and grow, and his investors finding out he’s fucking his Pogue caddie definitely wouldn’t help it flourish.

Rafe clears his throat as well, wiping a thin sheen of sweat off his forehead. The rest of the sun was hot as well, burning brightly against the back of his neck and down his face, almost making his neck ache. He grips his club with a white-knuckled grip, glancing your way again. His jaw is clenched, a vein already popping on the side of his neck and face red from the heat. “Hey,” He calls out, voice slightly raspier. “Pass me those towelettes.”

“You got sweaty hands, Rafe?” Topper taunts him, leaning on his club. “You nervous?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rafe grumbles, almost ripping the package out of your hands. It startles you, your hand quickly retreating to your side. He pulls two out, tossing the package back onto the seat next to you, wiping his hands with one and his neck with the other. He moves the collar of his polo down, reaching to wipe the back of his neck.

Your eyes travel down his arms, admiring his biceps and the way the Pima cotton clings to his skin. You sit up straight, trying to catch a peek of his back muscles and his traps, eyes following his hand as he wipes his shoulders.

Your eyebrows furrow when you see it. A dark purple bruise bridging the gap between his shoulder and his neck. You lean forward slightly, trying to get a better view, but Rafe’s already pulled his polo back up, adjusting the collar, tossing the used towelettes next to the package next to you.

A bruise. He just got hurt. Maybe he got in a fight again.

You slouch back against the seat, reaching into the cupholder for your water bottle, still fanning yourself with your server book, watching as Rafe goes to take a swing. Rafe rolls his shoulders before bending his knees, lining up his shot. His hands grip the club with a tight grip, tongue running along his dry bottom lip as he stares down the ball. Topper and Kelce watch on with grins on their faces, anticipating a miss. You couldn’t blame them. Rafe’s always had a temper, and the past few games it’s been on a short handle. The club almost snaps in two as he swings it back, almost like a bat in a batter’s hand.

Smack!

The ball goes flying, soaring through the air, landing about 5 feet from the hole. Kelce is more congratulatory, patting him on the back while Topper groans, bumping his club with his feet, trying to think of a way to beat that. You bite back a smile, fingernails digging into your sweaty thighs, trying to seem casual. Normal. Professional, even.

Rafe approaches you with an outstretched hand, looking over his shoulder as Topper steps up next. You understand immediately, handing him his water bottle. You watch, adoration in your eyes, as he uncaps it and takes a swig. You shift in the seat, scooting closer to him. “Congrats. You almost got a hole in one.”

Rafe lowers the bottle when he’s finished, capping it and letting out a heavy breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You’re closer now, thigh pressed right against his, and his eyes are on you. He lets out a slight sigh when you congratulate him, his hand finding your thigh just under the hem of your shorts. His fingers press in, nails digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Almost.” He repeats, almost under his breath.

Your mouth dries up, your voice a whisper. “I’m proud of you.”

Rafe lets out a slight laugh, glancing at Topper swinging his club. His grip on your thigh tightens, almost like a vise. You can see his jaw clench again, the vein pulsing on the side of his head. “Proud?” He repeats with a raised brow, turning back to you. “You’re proud of me?”

Your eyes move over to Topper and Kelce, making sure they aren’t watching before meeting his gaze. “Always am.”

Rafe’s grip tightens again on your thigh, this time you feel his nails pressing hard into your skin. He glances over his shoulder briefly, his friends still distracted with their game, before he turns back to you, leaning down. “Are you really getting all sentimental on me now?” He asks you in a low murmur, hand moving higher up your thigh. “Is that why you were being all quiet?”

Your cheeks burn. He could read you like a fucking book. “I thought you didn’t want me to talk a lot around your friends. You know, it was one of your rules, or whatever.”

“You’re smart,” Rafe’s hand slips halfway underneath your shorts to rub over your inner thigh, thumb circling the skin. “So you should know when to and when not to talk.” Kelce lets out a loud curse that turns into an obnoxious laugh, turning to look at the both of you. Rafe removes his hand from you in a flash, sitting up straight. His hands go for the towelette package, looking around casually as he digs another one out. You purse your lips, scooting away from him, trying to give him some space. He was like an old stick of dynamite, sensitive to the touch and unpredictable. You both know that he had too much power over you. He was the most powerful man in all of Kildare, and you were just a measly bartender and caddie, your job held on by a thread that Rafe could easily cut.

You had to be good.

You take a swig of your water, watching him as he wipes down his neck and face. You see the bruise again, dark purple and slightly welted, marring his soft tan skin. The words tumble out of your mouth before you even think. “Did you get in a fight or something?”

Rafe’s hand freezes against his neck at your question. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before dropping the towelette back onto the seat again. He clears his throat, pulling the collar of his polo up to cover the bruise. “Why would you think that?”

“The bruise,” You say, leaning against the seat again. “I’m just wondering, Rafe.”

He clears his throat again, shifting in the seat. He looks at you for a moment before looking back forward, trying to pretend like he’s watching Kelce. “It’s nothing to worry about. Just a stupid fight I got into,” He glances back at you when you don’t respond, seeing you staring at his neck intently. “Stop looking at it,” He grumbles. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

You nod, taking another swig. You bite your lip, looking up at Topper and Kelce. Their backs are turned, and Kelce’s too busy taunting Topper and trying to throw him off his game to pay attention to either of you. Your hand reaches out, wrapping around Rafe’s fingers, his hand flat against the seat.

Rafe’s head darts up when he feels your fingers on his. He glances back at Kelce and Topper, seeing them both distracted with their game, before he looks down at your hand, your fingers now threaded with his. He lets you hold his hand for all of about ten seconds before he’s pulling it away. He crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head faintly. “You’re gonna get us caught if you keep trying to touch me.” He says under his breath.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your hand falling back into your lap.

Rafe looks at you again, noticing the hurt look in your eyes. He lets out a sigh, running a hand over his face before glancing back at you. His face softens slightly, reaching a hand out to rub the top of your thigh. “Come on. Don’t give me those eyes,” He says, voice much softer. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” His fingers flex against your skin, almost like an apology, and you accept, smiling softly at him while nodding your head.

You glance at Topper and Kelce again, watching as Topper finally takes his swing. It doesn’t go very far, tumbling down the green into the sand. “Are you coming over tonight?”

You were being bold, but you wanted him. You needed him. You craved him.

Rafe’s fingers dig into your thigh once again, his eyes glued to Topper’s terrible swing as his club gets sucked into the sand. He doesn���t respond to your question, tongue running along the inside of his mouth while he watches Topper’s meltdown. The hand on your thigh tightens, and you can practically hear Rafe’s jaw clench. “Yeah,” He finally breathes out, head snapping back to look at you. “I’ll come over.”

Your chest feels warm, and you bite the inside of your lip to keep yourself from smiling. “Sweet.”

He was yours again.

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You practically leap off of the couch when you hear him knock.

You rush over to the door, smoothing out your hair before opening the door, a smile etching across your face when you see him. “Hey, handsome.”

Rafe’s hands immediately go to your waist, stepping inside the front door and kicking it shut behind him. “Hey, pretty girl,” He says, returning your smile. His hands slide down to grab two handfuls of your ass, pulling you against him. His mouth goes straight for your neck, tongue darting out to leave wet stripes on your skin. “Miss me?”

You almost moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mhm. Missed you so much.”

Rafe lets out a low laugh against your neck, leaving more wet kisses against the skin, nipping lightly at the curve of your shoulder. “Yeah?” His hand comes up, fingers tangling in your hair, and he pulls your head back, making you look at him. He watches as you take panting breaths, chest rising and falling against his. “Missed me that much?” He asks with a mocking lilt in his voice.

The noise you make is utterly pathetic. “Mhm.”

Rafe’s smile only grows, fingers still pulling at your hair to keep you there, and he lets out a low chuckle. “You’re all hot and bothered already, huh?” He says, taking in how red your cheeks are. “I haven’t even done anything yet.” He leans forward and connects your mouths, hands releasing your hair and moving to cradle your face instead. He bites your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

Your legs feel like jelly as you hold onto him, fingers digging into his biceps. “I can’t help it. I need you.”

Rafe smirks against your mouth, tongue dipping inside to taste you with a low moan. His fingers slide down to grip the hem of your shirt, wasting no time in pulling it off over your head and tossing it onto the ground. His mouth is back on you in an instant; lips, tongue, and teeth assaulting your skin. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down your legs until they’re crumpled at your feet. “Already so wet for me,” He murmurs against your collarbone, squatting to pick you up and place you on your kitchen counter.

Your hands are already tugging at his t-shirt, whining as you try to pull it off, eyes closing momentarily, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Please don’t tease me.”

Rafe lets out another short laugh, hands going up to help you rid him of his shirt. He lets it drop onto the ground, hands going back to rest on your thighs. “I like watching you squirm, baby.” He says, hands sliding up to grip your hips and pull you to the edge of the counter, settling himself in between your legs.

You lift your head, your eyes opening.

Your heart suddenly plummets to your feet.

Rafe’s neck, chest, and shoulders are covered in, what you now realise, in your naïveté, hickies. Dark red bruises cover his perfect tan skin, mixed in with some healing green remnants of nights he never told you about.

Your head spins, your mouth going dry. “Wha-what the fuck?”

Rafe’s smirk falters when he sees the look on your face, hands pausing on your thighs. “Don’t look at me like that,” He says, furrowing his brows when he sees something new behind your eyes, and not the usual ones full of lust and admiration. “Come on. Don’t give me that look,” He tries to pull you against him, but your hands push against his chest. He lets out an exasperated sigh. “What?”

You feel disgusting. Sick. Used. You push on his chest again when he tries to cup your face.

You always knew you weren’t the only girl. You always knew he had options.

So why was it hurting so bad?

“I think you should go.” You finally say, trying to hop off of the counter.

Rafe’s lips part in surprise when you say that, hands instantly going to steady you on the counter. “Woah, woah, woah,” He says when you try to stand up. His grip on your waist and hips tightens, forcing you to stay. “Just stop for a second.” His blue eyes watch your face, and he curses inwardly when he sees your eyes filling with unshed tears.

“No,” Tears fall from your eyes, and you’re pissed, angry about how pathetic you know you look. “No.”

Rafe’s hands tighten on your waist, and he moves so he’s standing right in between your legs again, trapping you against the counter.  “Baby, stop,” He says again, voice firm. “You’re not going anywhere.” He can tell you’re trying to wiggle out of his grip, his hands not budging. His eyes are dark and hard, while yours are teary and pleading. He shakes his head, jaw clenching. “Stop crying, please.” 

His touch feels like stinging nettles against your skin, the hair on the back of your arms standing up. “No. You don’t get to call me that.”

He looks surprised at your response and at how cold your voice sounded. “What? You don’t want me calling you baby anymore?” He asks, furrowing his brows. The grip on your waist tightens even more, almost like he’s trying to keep you there by force now. His gaze darkens again when you start to cry more, letting out a deep sigh and releasing one of your hips. His hand comes up to cradle the side of your neck, trying to force you to look at him. “You’re being ridiculous. You’re not my girlfriend, baby.”

Your stomach lurches. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” You bang your fists against his chest.

Rafe lets out a short yelp when your hands connect with his chest, his fingers automatically going to grip your wrists tightly. His face softens again when he sees your face twisted up in anger and hurt, bottom lip quivering as you try to get out of his grip. A few moments pass while he looks at you, his grip unwavering. “You’re upset,” He finally begins, eyes darting all over your tear stained face. “But you don’t have any right to be.”

You take a shaky breath, your voice thick. “I-I thought-”

“Yeah, you thought,” He cuts you off, shaking you slightly, his hands still around your wrists. “You thought you change me, is that it?” He leans in closer. “You thought you were special? That even though I told you that I don’t want a relationship, you thought I would change my mind?”

You nod, face burning with shame. Rafe was upfront since day one that you were just casual, but the way he held you and the way he kissed your forehead as you were falling asleep had you thinking he felt something, anything for you.

Rafe’s grip tightens again at your admission, his jaw setting and eyes darkening again. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, mouth opening and closing for a few seconds before he finally responds in a low murmur. “You’re an idiot,” One hand drops your wrist, coming up to tangle in the hair at the back of your neck. He forces you to look at him. “A fucking idiot, baby. A beautiful fucking idiot.”

You swallow hard. “I think you should go.”

Rafe’s grip in your hair tightens when you speak, eyes boring into yours and jaw set. “You don’t really want that, do you, baby?” When you don’t respond right away, he shakes you. “Do you, baby?”

You can’t resist him. You know, deep down, hidden away, that you would do anything to keep him around a little longer.

You don’t want it to end this way.

You shake your head.

He chuckles, loosening his grip on your hair. “That’s what I thought,” He tugs on your hair again, bringing your eyes to meet his. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For?” He smirks.

“For thinking I’m special,” You hiccup slightly. “For thinking I could change you.”

Rafe’s gaze softens, just slightly, letting go of your other wrist. He brings his free hand up to brush over your bottom lip, and you instinctively kiss his thumb. “Good girl.”

His mouth slams down on yours in an almost bruising kiss, and he forces his tongue past your lips, hand moving down to grip your chin instead, forcing you to keep your mouth open as he sucks and bites on your bottom lip. You recoil at the metallic taste as he draws blood, pulling back slightly just to have Rafe tug you right back, his hand now joining the other at the back of your neck.

Blood smears across your lips when he finally pulls away, chuckling at the look on your face. He licks his lips, brushing his thumb across the blood on your plush bottom lip before bringing it to his mouth.

Every drop of blood is love you don’t get back.

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[secretneverland]

anything for you | lee felix

pairing: lee felix x fem reader

genre: smut - 18+ only MDNI, some fluff

word count: 1,311

warnings: unprotected sex, corruption kink, felix has a filthy mouth

smut below line!

"are you sure you're ready, my love?" your boyfriend asked, eyes sparkling with concern as he hovered over your half naked body.

"yes, i'm.. i'm sure, felix. i want to do this with you," you responded, looking up at him adoringly.

felix and you had only been in a relationship for a few months, but he was an amazing boyfriend. he doted on you and took care of you and spoiled you silly. he would do whatever you wanted or needed him to – which was why you two hadn't slept together yet.

you were still a virgin and a little fearful about the initial experience and felix understood that, respecting your feelings and waiting until you were absolutely sure that it was what you wanted. even now as you laid beneath him in your underwear, he wanted to make sure that you were one hundred perfect positive that you were ready to have sex with him.

he bit at his lips, eyes taking in your exposed skin. "only if you're sure. and if you change your mind at any point, we can totally stop and wait until you decide that you wanna try—" you cut him off with a kiss.

"felix, baby, i am absolutely sure that i want to have sex with you. you're the only person i've ever trusted this much. you're the only person i could ever dream of doing this with."

his heart warmed and a soft smile stretched across his face. "okay, sweetheart. i'll be gentle with you, i promise." he softly kissed your lips, hand rubbing your thigh a bit to ease you into it all.

the two of you had made out plenty of times, occasionally feeling each other up, so his touch was nothing new or surprising; it was delicate yet purposeful. he slowly fingered you open, wanting to make the experience as smooth and painless as he could on his end.

once he thought you could take him, he pulled his fingers away and sucked them clean, humming at your taste. "are you ready, baby?" he asked, stroking himself.

you nodded, looking into his eyes. you had never been so ready for anything in your entire life. your bottom lip got pulled into your mouth as he slid his cock through your folds, getting himself slick with your arousal.

he then lined himself up, pushing only the tip in at first to see what your reaction was. you urged him to continue, wanting to get the initial stretch out of the way. felix slowly pushed in until he bottomed out, holding your hips and rubbing your skin with his thumbs.

"just gimme a few and i'll be good," you said, arms wrapping around his neck. he nodded, leaning down to kiss you and distract you from the sting of the stretch.

when the pain had dulled enough, you urged him to finally move. with the first thrust of his hips, he was already gone. "fuck, baby, you're so tight," he groaned, building up a slow rhythm. "can't believe i'm the one who gets to take your innocence away."

"i wouldn't have it any other way," you told him, fingers threaded through his soft blonde hair. "couldn't imagine anyone else being my first time."

that only pushed him further and he snapped his hips a little faster. "yeah? only i get to fuck this pussy open?"

you nodded, not used to hearing him speak in such a way. it was making you even wetter, pussy gushing around him.

"that drives me so fucking crazy, you know that?" he growled, mouthing at your neck. "i get to ruin you.. get to turn you into my little slut." his right hand grabbed your breast, fondling it and letting his thumb rub over your nipple.

arching into him, you let out a breath, not used to all of these things happening at once.

his head moved lower as he kissed your skin, lips finding their way to your chest to lick and suck at your nipples. the way you whimpered and squirmed beneath him with each movement made his cock throb inside of you.

"you're gonna be so fucking ruined when i'm done with you, baby," he grunted, palm sliding up under your knee to lift your leg. fucking into you at a deeper angle, he continued, "you're always gonna be thinking about how good my cock feels after this. you're gonna fuckin' crave it."

you were nearly drooling at this point.

your sweet boyfriend felix had never spoken such dirty, sinful words to you before and with each word he uttered, you just wanted it more and more. wanted him more and more.

"ngh.. f- felix," you moaned as his thumb began to circle at your clit. "please don't stop.. please..!"

"i couldn't stop if i tried, love. your pussy just keeps sucking me back in. it can't get enough," he hissed, hips slowing a bit as he focused on making sure you would cum. "you hear how wet she is for me? so fucking nasty how hungry she is for my cock."

you were beginning to see stars as the knot in your belly finally snapped and you hurdled over the edge. "oh, fuck fuck fuck!" you nearly screamed, fingernails digging into his bicep as you came.

felix's jaw fell open as he chased his own high, thrusts becoming quick and sloppy. he just couldn't hold back with the way your pussy was squeezing him so tight. knowing the two of you had already spoken about your birth control and you had explicitly given him your consent to cum inside of you, he stilled his hips and filled you up.

both of your chests heaved as you were trying to catch your breath. you knew this was only your first time having sex, but you had never cum so hard in your entire life. no silicone toy could compare to felix's cock and filthy mouth.

he leaned down, caging you in with his arms. "you alright, my love?" he asked, the sweet boyfriend you were used to returning.

you nodded as he brushed some of your hair off of your sweaty forehead. "i'm perfect, felix. that was perfect."

a smile stretched across his freckled face as he gave you a soft kiss on the mouth. "i love you so much. thank you for trusting me to be your first."

"i meant it when i said i couldn't imagine it being anyone else," you hummed, running your fingers through his hair.

heart warm, he gave you another kiss before slowly pulling out. felix got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with some warm water.

when he returned, he gently cleaned you up, careful as he did so because he knew you were still sensitive after everything. he pressed kisses to your inner thighs as he wiped his cum off of you, lips making their way up to your tummy, chest, and then back to your lips.

he slipped on his underwear and then helped you into a shirt of his. "you stay right there. i'll be back shortly," he said with a smile.

you nodded, knowing you wouldn't have tried going anywhere anyway. your legs felt like jelly, and you had no reason to do anything but wait for him to return. you laid there, replaying the events that had just happened in your head until he came back holding two mugs.

"i made some tea for us," he said, handing you the yellow mug that he kept at his place for you specifically.

"you're so sweet. thank you, felix," you said with a pout, giving him a kiss before blowing on your tea to cool it some before you took a drink.

felix kissed your temple as you snuggled up to his side. "anything for you, my love."

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Core purred softly, leaning into Kohaku's touch with a genuine smile. He felt a wave of relief as Kohaku spoke about how he understood it was hard to let go of some things. Especially things that were so ingrained as one grew up. Core felt his muscles relax a bit when he heard his lover's words of acceptance.

"Thank you." He whispered as Kohaki kissed the kitsune's forehead. "I always feel better when you reassure me like that. It helps more than you know." He replied only to let out a sly chuckle.

"Oh, I'm well aware that you follow through. I'm hoping for it honestly." The kitsune's voice had a teasing edge to it, nothing sharp like Kohaku but something only Core could pull off. It was still teasing but it was a bit smoother in delivery. "I'll even be sure that the futon is cleaned up a bit just in case things turn out that way." Core's tail flicked a bit as he continued to carefully dry it, being sure not to be too rough around the split since that caused a bit of pain.

Once done with his tail his attention turned to Kohaku fully, eyes widening a bit at the mention of tea. "Oh, I think we have some yuzu that needs to be used. I can get some Lychee and peaches on a plate as well as some other fruits we have too." Core smiled while tugging his pants up, carefully adjusting his tail then tying a navy blue sash around his waist.

When Kohaku picked up the clothes now infested by the lingering stench of durian, Core gave a nervous grin. "Thank you, my love. But remember, you promised not to over do it. I promise that I won't over do it either."

Core watched Kohaku walk off only to freeze, shirt in hand while he listened to Kohaku. The kitsune felt his face grow warm while his boyfriend spoke. The warmth in his chest, the beating of his heart. The kitsune felt nothing but genuine love for Kohaku, and he was feeling it full force.

He watched Kohaku leave, not sure how to reply. But he shook it off and huffed, putting his shirt on then going back to the house he shared with Kohaku and began to clean up. Making sure the futon had clean bedding, making sure any surface was dusted and washed, and then some. He was sure not to over do it, he had promised Kohaku after all.

Once all the cleaning was done, Core took down some jasmin fea leaves and the yuzu citrus they had. He sliced the citrus into thin circles and put them in boiling water with the jasmin tea leaves and let it brew. While he waited he began to peel the lychee and cut the peaches into wedges, being careful of the peach pits.

The whole time Core had a faint smile, hoping that it would turn out well. But if it didn't then he was just happy he would be spending time with his beloved warrior.

=K

Kohaku's heart swelled with every word, every look Core gave him. He reached up again, this time to cup the kitsune’s face gently in both hands, thumbs brushing tenderly over Core’s cheeks as he gazed at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you too, Core,” he whispered, voice low and sincere. “And I know it’s hard shaking off the past—those voices that got buried so deep you don’t even realize they’re still echoing. But every time you open up to me like this, every time you let me in a little more… I see just how strong you really are.”

He pressed one more kiss to Core’s forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back with a soft smile that slowly turned into a sly grin. “And don’t tempt me with that futon talk, fox. I’ll have you know I’m very good at following through on my ‘threats.’”

As Core mentioned the tea and fruits, Kohaku chuckled and finally moved to finish dressing, tugging his clothes back on in smooth, practiced motions. “Fruit in the tea could be perfect. Maybe the citrus slices with a green or jasmine blend? Save the sweeter berries for a little plate on the side. I trust your instincts—besides, everything you make always tastes better when it’s done with love.”

He turned to the laundry, giving the bundle of clothes an exaggeratedly dramatic sigh. “As for these… cursed remains of war,” he joked with mock dread, “I’ll see what can be saved. If not, I’ll perform the sacred rite of laundry fire behind the house.”

Looking back at Core, eyes softening once more, he added, “You make our house a home, you know that? I’ll be back soon. Just don’t overdo it, alright? I’ll feel it if you do.” He winked, voice affectionate and teasing.

Then, as he slung the clothes over his shoulder and moved toward the door, he paused just briefly to look back at Core once more. “The moment we share tea and fruit together? That’s already a future I’m looking forward to.”

And with that, he was off—still smirking, still head over heels.

[seen-the-stars]

For your prompts post: 1, bucktommy, injured on a call

hi hello! since the prompt list is for chronic pain i decided to throw in some migraine tommy, i hope that's alright with you :> 1. "Alright, I will be your nurse today, if you like it or not."

The injury is, Tommy swears, not as bad as it looks; and yet Buck can see him grimacing in pain as he tries to listen to the doctor talk about what kind of painkillers he's supposed to take and when.

Buck makes sure to note everything down regardless, because he's seen this expression on Tommy before.

When he'd gotten the call, his heart had dropped to his knees for a solid minute, ears ringing with the knowledge that Tommy was hurt too much to actually understand what was being said to him—staircase giving out, a broken ankle, some cuts and bruises. Not the end of the world as much as simply an incredibly annoying thing to happen.

Now, as he sits next to Tommy on the bed he'd been lying in for the last couple of hours, he can't help but think that there's something else going on that Tommy isn't saying.

When the doctor asks them if they have any questions, Tommy shakes his head, but Buck opens his moouth before Tommy has the opportunity to stop him. "Would he be able to take triptanes? Hypothetically."

The doctor raises an eyebrow at him but nods her head. "Hypothetically there would be no problem with that," she says, and then doesn't ask any more questions, which Buck is extremely grateful for.

Tommy shoots him a look somewhere between grateful and annoyed, and that's when Buck knows he's right on the money. The doctor says her goodbyes, and after a few more rounds of signing paperwork they're out of the hospital and in Buck's jeep.

Buck helps Tommy into the passenger's seat even though Tommy swears he can do it by himself, and then he turns off the radio when it springs to life withthe ignition. Tommy rests his head against the headrest and mumbles a quite "thank you" before he closes his eyes, and Buck takes his hand and kisses it in answer.

The drive home is quiet and longer than it has to be because of course there's traffic, and Buck winces in sympathy every times someone honks in their vicinity.

"They're not gonna go any faster because you're honking your horn, fuckin' idiot," Tommy murmurs, slightly slurring his voice. It's adorable. Tommy loses all filter when he gets like this, and as much as it sucks for him, Buck loves this version of him just as much as all of the others.

When they're finally home, the sun is setting. Buck wraps an arm around Tommy's waist as they make their way to their front door; and after he unlocks it, he leads his boyfriend straight to their bed, props up the pillows for him, and draws the blinds closed.

Tommy makes a weak sound of protest, saying, "You don't have to do all of that, 's fine." Buck kisses him on the forehead.

"No, no, I'm going to be your nurse today. Whether you like it or not. Try to relax for me, babe, I'll be right back with your meds." He kisses him on the top of his head too, for good measure, before he sets out to get Tommy a big glass of water as well as his meds. When he's back, Tommy is already half dozing.

"Okay'," he says, careful to keep his voice low, "Take these. I'll get you out of your clothes so you can settle, okay?" Tommy grumbles, but he nods and takes the water and meds from him.

He kneels down to where Tommy's good foot rests against the floor and carefully rids him of his remaining shoe and sock, before maneuvering this leg to join the other one on the bed. Then, he takes off the loose pair of sweatpants he'd brought to the hospital, careful not to jostle the ankle too much. When he's done, he kisses the knee with the bad ankle, and looks up to see Tommy smiling at him, which makes it all worth it.

"What do you think about soup?" Buck asks, still kneeling next to the bed.

"Later, nurse Buckley," Tommy jokes, which is a good sign, "Come hold me for a bit?"

And, well, who is Buck to refuse that?

[pain prompts]

[penkura]

I would like to request 'body pillow' with Sanji 👀

YES you both get Sanji with the body pillow prompt. 💚💚 @hank88999 and @sheerxfiction you're both wonderful for requesting this, I hope you enjoy it. 💚💚💚 I did my best and hope you guys enjoy a bit of Sanji today~

I'm sorry I went with jealous Sanji, I thought of my Zoro and Dimitri body pillows and this is what happened lol

He’s not jealous, Sanji swears it every time you bring it up, as a joke or being serious it doesn’t matter. Why would he ever be jealous of a stupid pillow?? So what if it has a case on it that has your favorite anime or video game character, he’s not sure which one it is, you bought it at a convention recently and have been using it ever since.

You tell him it helps your back feel better in the mornings, having the pillow between your legs and cuddling it, but it makes Sanji stay up and watch you sleep because he wants to be the one cuddled. It isn’t fair that a pillow is getting all your attention at night, something that isn’t real or breathing, when he’s literally right there next to you every night. How could you ignore him for that??

“You’re so cute, I can’t believe you’re jealous of a pillow.”

“I’m not jealous.”

Even though his back is to you, you can tell he’s pouting and it makes you laugh. Sanji has always been so adorable to you when he’s a little jealous of someone else getting your attention, but you never thought a pillow case would cause him to act this way. Not after you two have been together for years and through much more than a body pillow splitting you up at night.

It does explain why Sanji holds onto you so tightly in the mornings when you give him a hug before you run off to work, or why he hovers while you’re getting ready every day. Why sometimes you come home and your pillow is in the closet or under the bed, he’s jealous even though he denies it but it’s the cutest thing ever for you. To see Sanji envious over a silly pillow case, it’s adorable and funny all at the same time.

“You know I love more than the pillow, right?”

“Of course I do, I love you too, I—”

“Then don’t worry about the pillow, silly. I still prefer cuddling with you, the pillow is just helping my back lately.”

He gets that, it does help him feel a little less jealous about the pillow, but he still doesn’t like how much you’re cuddling it over him at night. He’s still clingy in the mornings even after this, wanting you to take off work and stay in bed cuddling the morning away, ignoring your body pillow and giving him the attention he’s missing.

He’s able to most past it somewhat, ignoring the jealousy when you two spend your evenings together and he snuggles you close before you both fall asleep, but you almost always wake up with the pillow in your arms and Sanji still feels a twinge of jealousy when he notices.

This is stupid, it’s a pillow, its not a real person.

Sanji thinks he’s moving past it until you’re extra cuddly with your pillow one night and he can’t stop himself from prying the body pillow out of your arms and bringing you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Its better to cuddle a real person than a pillow, love.”

He really thinks he’s gotten away with it until you quietly speak up.

“Yeah…you’re right, Sanji.”

You still use the pillow sometimes when your back is in pain or acting up, but the majority of the time you’re back to snuggling closer to Sanji at night and he’s less clingy in the mornings now.

Still pretty clingy, but now it’s not out of jealousy but just out of love for you, giving you lots of kisses and hugs before you have to leave for the day. Sanji will go about his day like normal, but when he catches sight of your character body pillow again, he doesn’t feel jealous but almost victorious, leaving it alone where it lies and just continuing through his daily chores.

I win, stupid pillow.

[jsooly]

Hiii :)

I wanted to ask if you could write a little about baby reader thinking that Neytiri's contractions (pregnant with neteyam or lo'ak) were her literally dying. Reader then runs to Jake explaining in a very dramatic way such that Jake literally thinks Neytiri is hurt and has to drop his work and run over, just to see Ney' giggling as she rubs her belly 😭 you can twist this is any way and make it better :).

Take your time (or ignore cus I know we ain't got no time for shi nowadays)

THANGUUU 🎀

sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader synopsis, pregnancy is scary !!

note, ty for your request and thank u for your patience ! ily <3 here are some crumbs while death in the family gets written :)

( MASTERLIST )

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2156 (you were five)

when neytiri was pregnant with lo'ak, you knew the drill. you had one brother already, you were practically an expert!

but you were older now, and in the year between neteyam and lo'ak, you gained a bit of consciousness

nearing the end of neytiri's second pregnancy, you noticed the shift in her behavior. she was a strong mother, but the toll of growing a whole other being was taxing nonetheless

she rested more, sent jake out to hunt instead, and nested for hours

you've never seen neytiri show any weakness whatsoever, so seeing her a little lethargic was a novelty to you

you became territorial and protective of your mother—in your little mind, someone had to step up for her until she could get back on her own two feet

jake passed neytiri an exasperated look from across the room, fruit in his arms. she smiled and made no effort to help him, delighting in his predicament.

"i'm just tryin' to feed your mom, baby." jake explained gently, peering down at where you blocked the entrance to the marui. not like he could just... step over you or anything...

"did you wash those?" you countered, crossing your arms.

"the rain washed them—"

"dr. grace said the rain has lots of stuff in it. you could hurt mom and the baby. wash it again, or it's a no." you waved him off.

he scoffed a laugh, catching neytiri's eyes again as he smiled. "it's a no for what?"

"no coming in."

"hey," jake pointed a finger at you firmly, putting his dad face on to mask his amusement. "listen here, little miss. that's my wife, and this is our tent. i can come and go whenever i want."

you scrunched your nose in disgust, pointing a finger right back. "washing fruit is hard for you?"

"...no."

"so then do it and come back." your tone was dripping with judgement for his laziness. you gripped the bead curtain of the marui, sliding it shut with finality.

he could hear your little feet run over to neytiri, who whispered soft praises in na'vi with the occasional chuckle.

jake stepped back with a roll of his eyes, making sure neytiri heard his heavy sigh before starting the trek to wash the fruit in a nearby waterhole. you were a strict nurse, that's for sure. and neytiri loved every minute of it. he couldn't complain, though, not when his girls were happy.

it's hard raising parents, isn't it? you could speak from experience

anyways when lo'ak's due date came around, you noticed neytiri needing moments to catch her breath

you'd get very worried at these times, fretting over her as she groaned

they seemed temporary, as she'd return to normal and cup your face, telling you that there was nothing wrong

when these contractions got longer and closer together, that's when you panicked

you entered the marui with a cool rock you found, hoping to present it as a gift for your new brother. it clattered to the ground when you saw neytiri gripping your flimsy practice bow so hard that it snapped.

"sa'nok?!" (mother?!) you squeaked and rushed to her side. you held her shoulders and shook her in an effort for her attention, panicking further when she didn't turn.

you pulled back your hands and felt sweat coating your palms (your sweat or hers? we'll never know for sure), wincing when you heard her pained moan. her face was twisted in discomfort and her muscles were tensed.

"ah!" you had no idea what to do, so you just screamed in fear. as neytiri sank to the floor, your heart sank to your stomach. "oh no." you grabbed her shoulders and rattled her like toy.

"please don't die!" with those final words, you bolted out the marui to track down your father. with your small size and quick feet, you wove through the crowds effortlessly.

you burst into the clan's council area, earning shocked and confused looks from the people around you, especially jake.

he immediately stood up, suspicion on his face as he walked over to you. "what's happenin'? why're you all worked up, huh?"

you gasped for air, struggling to articulate your thoughts without hyperventilating. jake held your face in his hands and shushed you, guiding your breathing back to a normal cadence.

"what, you let your ball roll off the tree again?" he teased, pinching your cheek. "i told you last time, i won't be mad as long as you don't try to go get it yourself—"

"mom, she—" you inhaled deeply, wiping your clammy palms on your legs. "fell, and—"

"what? fell?" jake immediately straightened up, his expression sobered. his grip tightened around you before he let go, standing to his full height. "when? just now?"

"yeah, in the tent. she—"

jake didn't let you finish. he broke into a sprint, leaving the council members hanging. they didn't look very pleased. you shuffled awkwardly under their glares before taking off after your dad.

when you arrived, you saw both your parents calm. jake kneeled in front of neytiri, shaking his head in relief while rubbing her belly. she smiled as he did so, though the tiredness was still evident on her face.

"she's not dead." you remarked as you creeped closer.

jake glanced over his shoulder with a scolding look. "no, she's not. but you might as well have killed me instead. you scared me, baby." he turned his gaze to neytiri. "and you. don't do that to me again."

she rolled her eyes. "it was your daughter, not me."

"i thought you were dying!" you exclaimed defensively, frowning.

neytiri pulled you into her side and shook her head, tousling her braids against your stomach. "not dying, ‘itetsyìp (little daughter). the baby is telling me he's almost ready."

you were also ready... if you weren't a nurse beforehand, you certainly were in the moments leading up to lo'ak's delivery.

. . .

thanks for reading!

© jsooly ‘25

[threegoldfish]

The guilt upon realizing that yes, it is the middle of the night and Harrow has to come over because of him, immediately begins to eat away at Steven; It certainly doesn't help that the nurse is calling him out on it, neither does the tone of her voice - the way she doesn't care, doesn't even look back at him for a single second.

Oh god, he's just effing things up left and right, no? Effing it all up, being the worst human one could possibly be, annoying the nurse in the middle of the night as well as Harrow now! Another sob breaks free as Steven rides on that new kick to his own panic attack, vision blurry from all the damn tears that keep flooding the whole of his broken face, the pain really not something he's used to, the stuffy nose, the-the everything---

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so-so-sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to, I didn't mean to---"

He didn't mean to make a mess, he didn't mean to annoy anyone - he's just so scared, he's confused, and even though the nurse had told him that he's apparently not dying, it sure feels like it! His heart is missing some beats in between it all, he can tell, and the dizziness comes in waves now, has him sway a bit where he sits, his frame curled into a shrimp with his knees pulled to his chest and all. Sob after sob, hiccup after hiccup---

Did she just call im Marc...? It takes a moment for Steven to realize the whole thing to begin with, his brain a bit sluggish despite being on high-alert, and that only makes him feel... yeah, worse, if that's even possible to begin with at this point. He's not Marc, whoever that is, he's Steven and he has no idea why he is here and how is he supposed to stay calm when no one seems to tell him anyting here, when the nurse eve seems to mix him up with someone else?!

"M-my n-name is Steven! I'm Steven, St-Steven with a V, St-Steven Grant! I-I-I don't know who Marc is, I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to--- I'm just... I'm scared, please, I-I don't know why I'm here, w-why I h-hurt my nose, I-I just remember g-going to bed a-and now I'm here and---"

Another sob interrupting him, with Steven forced to stop speaking for it to happen, as his nose cannot make him breathe - so he gasps for air once more, inhales, exhales, inhales before even letting all of that leftover oxygen back out of his lungs to which it makes him feel as if he is, indeed, drowning! ---Maybe he is, maybe he's going to die here, with his face all banged up and blood on his clothes, without him knowing what has happened, with someone thinking he isn't Steven but that weird guy Marc instead, whoever that is...

Gosh, he wished he could've called his mum at least once before dying inside a psych ward! Tell her he misses her and that he's sorry for ever having fucked up anything to begin with!

Eyes squeezing shut, tears falling, Steven curls his arms around his legs and presses his face to his knees; It hurts, the pressure against his nose, but he doesn't care, doesn't think about it, just tries to hold onto something and wishes he wasn't so bloody alone...

---A brief sensation appears inside him, making him feel a little... weird? As if he's losing grasp on his own body--- but it fades away quickly when Steven tenses, mistaking it as needing to throw up, which he doesn't want to, so he fights against his own urges as he keeps sobbing more quietly now...

The crash of the cup made Donna stop, just for a second. The sharp clatter of plastic hitting laminate made her jaw tighten for just a second, irritated as she heard the water spilling onto the tray and the floor. Her shoulders tensed for a moment, holding there for a bit before she forced them down. 

“For Christ’s sake,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough that Steven could hear it if he was listening past the sound of his own fear. She didn’t turn right away, even continued sorting the white capsules in her hand. The saxophone on the radio hd shifted to something else, some off-brand Jesus ballad that hid behind the fluorescent hum of the room. 

She didn’t move to help. Not when the water spilled, not when the boy spiraled into sobbing. She had been with a dozen men like this before, men who got off on manipulation; as if he was any good at it. As if she could be convinced to walk over and coddle him, just because he spilled some water and cried about it. 

“You aren’t going to drown in it,” she called over her shoulders. “You didn’t break anything. You’ll live.” 

The mention of Harrow irritated her. Calling him Doctor Harrow, no less; she made another noise in irritation, but did move to her phone, having no choice but to do so. She didn’t bother to call, instead just tapping out a slow and lazy text. She didn’t even seem hurried with that, just typing something out and tossing her phone down again; an optional text, saying Marc was having a breakdown. 

"I'm sure he'll be thrilled to drive over in the middle of the night, because his patient spilled water." There was no need to be nasty with it, but she didn't care; in truth, she didn't care about making Arthur drive out, either. She just wanted to make a point of the fact that Marc was being a selfish ass, wanting to be babied over his emotions.

This was the type of thing that she didn’t think needed to be rewarded. She knew that Arthur wouldn’t care, though; he excused just about everything that ever happened, claiming confusion or fear, or whatever else. He was manipulated by every single patient, if she had to guess. 

“You’re not dying, Marc,” she called out loudly, as she went back to sorting pills. “You’re just upset. Sit back, breathe, and quit the theatrics. Your nose is broken and you had a bad night, I’m not going to give you any harder medication than what you’re on.” 

[smiley-mcdoggington]

Pwp because why not CW stancest because it's me <3

Stan closed his eyes, feeling Ford slowly slide into him and trying to stay relaxed.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

Stan huffed. "You prepped me for damn near an hour, Six, you're throwing a hotdog down a hallway here." He grumbled.

"I'm sorry - oh is this a stress position? How's your back?" Ford started moving his leg off his shoulder.

"Ford you know we're the same damn age, I'm not gonna crumble to dust here." He said, getting more and more offended the longer this went on - which wasn't a great attitude to have for their first time going all the way since junior prom.

Ford huffed. "I know we're the same age, that's why I know how terrible our hips can be - are you sure you aren't in pain? You looked tense earlier."

"If I were in pain you'd know it. I just... I haven't exactly had time to do this in a while, with Soos around and all."

"Hasn't Soos been at the shack for ten years?"

"I said a while."

Ford started pulling out, and Stan winced. Ford stopped dead. "I was right! You are hurt - Stanley, if I'm hurting you, you can tell me--" His voice got thick and his eyes started shining and that was enough for Stan.

"Jerking tends to happen when you drag against a man's prostate, Ford." He said, but he started pulling away and Ford looked absolutely shattered, helping to take himself out and then getting up like the bed was on fire.

"I'm sorry, Stanley." He said, trying to find his pants. "I just don't want to hurt you again, you know I would never hurt you on purpose, right?"

Stan grabbed his hand, shoving his fingers between Ford's. "I'm fine, Ford. Look at me, I'm okay. C'mere." He tugged, and Ford followed until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "You ain't gonna hurt me, I ain't gonna let you no more." Ford winced. "Now." He yanked Ford's wrist until his back hit the mattress, hair splayed out where it was getting a bit long. Stanley straddled him, and Ford still made the contented little huff at being weighed down like he had for as long as Stan could remember. Fucking adorable.

Ford was looking up at him like the stars, like moths fluttering out of their egg carton traps and into the night, like the kites Stanley would cut the strings off of so they could watch them go farther.

Stan leaned forward and kissed him. Ford gave him everything, relaxing into the mattress, letting his mouth open, hands going up to his shoulders, grazing the hair there.

Then one of Ford's middle fingers touched the edge of his brand, and Ford shut down again, freezing like a startled deer. Stan pulled away and Ford was already shrinking into his own shoulders. "Does that hurt to touch? It must have been infected, you never told me if--"

Stan slid his hands up Ford's corded forearms until they were pressed to the bed. "Keep these here." He said, and Ford's mouth clicked shut. "You can do that, can't ya?" He crooned. "Cus' you're so good, controlling yourself for me."

Ford cut off a hum that was definitely into that, swallowing. "You don't need to speak to me like that, I don't need it--"

Stan leaned forward on his chest, and he could see Ford's pupils widen at the extra pressure. "But you'll let me, cus' I want to. Cus' you're gonna spoil me, cus' you're so good to me." He murmured against Ford's jaw. "Right?"

Ford's next breath shook out of him. "Yes. Anything. Everything."

Stan smiled. "That's what I like to hear." He kissed Ford's jaw before moving down, suckling marks into the side of his throat.

Ford was breathing a bit heavy, so Stan knew he was gonna try speaking before he did. "Do - do you want me to reciprocate?"

"Woulda told you if I did, now, wouldn't I?"

"Oh." Ford said, and Stan kept kissing at his throat. He hadn't gone soft from their little detour, and he started grinding against Ford's naval while his hands moved down, one on his waist and the other on the nipple not completely covered in scar tissue. Ford started humming, and he started gently rutting in air.

Stan leaned back a bit. "Keep those hips down, they ain't doing anything for me like that." He said and Ford's hips stopped dead, small hums and keens picking up to make up for it. "That's a good boy." He said, and Ford groaned like an oncoming storm.

Stan kissed his ear and leaned back. Ford's eyes were on him, hands still exactly where Stan put them, he could even see his fingers shaking trying to stay in exactly the same half-curled position as Stan left them. He smiled, pushing himself back until Ford's cock bumped at his hole - nearly slipping in just from that, Ford had really gone way too far with the prep.

But Ford started looking nervous again and Stan huffed, getting off Ford entirely.

"I'm sorry." Was the first thing Ford said, moving to sit up on his elbows.

"Did I say move those hands?"

Ford's eyes widened, and he dropped back to the mattress hard enough he bounced a little, hands right back where they belonged.

"Good. You know why I want your hands there?"

"So I won't touch you."

"So I can see em'." Stan corrected. "You're gonna keep em' right there, all pretty for me, and you're not gonna use them even if you want to, aren't you?"

Ford's fingers twitched. "Okay." He said, a little breathless.

"Okay, he says. What kind of answer is that?" Stan had more he wanted to say, but Ford's breath hitched.

"Yes, sir."

Stan got dizzy from that, huffing and rolling his hips into the mattress. "God, Stanford, you drive me crazy, you know that? You're just the cutest fucking thing." He said, picking up one of Ford's legs. They were the heaviest parts of him, years spent hiking, running, and wandering. He didn't have to let Stan manipulate them like this, could probably break bones with those legs without even trying. Stan put one on his shoulder, leaning down.

"Stanford." He purred against one of his twitching thighs, hand slowly wrapping around Ford's cock and pulling it down from where it was curved into his post-portal tummy. "Don't buck." He said, and only got to see his confusion for a second before he swallowed him down to the root. Ford's hips shot back and he yelped louder than Stan had ever gotten to hear.

Stan tended to show off from this position, but watching Ford pant and arch and feeling those thighs flex uselessly trying to keep himself from thrusting forward like he so desperately wanted to, it just made Stan want to take his time. He glanced up and his arms were still up, fingers stretched wide to keep from clenching into fists.

Stan could have dragged it on forever, kept Ford in his mouth and watched him squirm but refuse to take anything into his own capable hands. But he wouldn't, because he hated waiting. He reached a hand between his legs and gathered some of the excess lube Ford had left between his thighs and under his balls and ran his second-hand slick on his hole. Ford definitely saw this, hips spasming deeper into the mattress, making the sweetest little keen.

Stanley prepped him fast and rough. "You'll take anything I give you, won't you?" He muttered when two fingers turned to three. "Bet it burns, doesn't it? But if you move, I stop." He threatened, and Ford whined, trying and failing to lock up his shaking limbs. But damn it was he trying, and on Stan's word alone.

When he finally had three fingers easing in and out of his brother, he took them away, putting them on Ford's hip instead.

His brother slowly eased up, looking at him like a kicked puppy.

"Whats'a matter, Sixer?" Stan feined ignorance.

"Wh-y did you stop..? I didn't - I was good."

"You were." Stan said. "Feeling empty sucks, doesn't it?"

Ford nodded.

"And it hurt a little, but you liked being full of my fingers, didn't you?"

Ford nodded again, more enthusiastically.

"Ain't that fucking bizarre, I hurt you but you're okay."

Ford sank a little.

"Don't worry, baby, you're making it up to me. You're gonna let me see those hands while I fuck you, won't you?" He crooned.

"Yessir!" Ford said again, something like excitement in his eyes - he knew what that did to Stan.

Stan groped at the leg on his shoulder. "Good boy." He huffed, lining himself up.

He thrust in all at once and Ford gasped, twitching and spasming but not moving. Stan gave him a minute until he stopped looking a bit like he was being electrocuted. Once the soft heat around him relaxed fully, he started moving, slow just to get to him.

"Stanley!" Ford snapped after only a minute. "Would you just - please!"

Stan hummed. "Please what?"

Ford huffed. "Please - go faster?"

"But what if it hurts, huh?" Stan mocked. "Might hit your sweet spot too hard, wouldn't that be awful?"

Ford whined, clenching down like a fucking vice. "Please..."

"Might leave bruises, too, what if you end up with my hand prints on your hips? Little red friction burns on your back? What if you can feel it tomorrow, trying to walk around when you can still feel where I was ramming you? Wouldn't that just be terrible?"

Ford shook his head, eyes closed, hips and fingers twitching the more images Stan put in his head.

"But what if it hurts?"

"You - you've made your - please, Stanley, I need it." He warbled. "Please?"

"Say what you want, Sixer."

"Want it t-to hurt--" The grip on his hips turned to iron, and Ford cried out when Stan started moving.

The bed springs started squeaking, Ford thrashing his head around - the only part of him he was allowed to move really. Stan leaned forward, bending Ford just enough to make him whine, and took one hand off his hip, not letting his pace slow while he laced their fingers together. Ford finally had something to grip, and he held firm enough to give Stan pins and needles, voice slurring 'more' and 'Stanley' around over and over between hiccupy moans.

"You gonna come for me? Just for me?"

Ford nodded, staring down at where Stan was sinking into him.

"Yeah? I bet you wanna touch yourself, don't you?" He could feel and see Ford's fingers twitch. "Of course you do, I bet it hurts just leaving you like that."

Ford nodded again, bleary eyes looking up at Stan's face now.

"Yeah. But we don't wanna dirty those hands, do we? They're too pretty for that."

Ford broke eye-contact, leaned his head back and whined. Stan kissed his bobbing Adam's apple. "Yeah, we don't wanna dirty those hands, not when you're doing such a good job showing em' off for me. Want me to put my hands on you, Sixer? Think you can keep still for me?"

Ford nodded furiously. "Yes - yes - Stanley!"

Stanley hesitated on which hand to use and Ford clamped down on him, legs pulling him closer, that eager impatience he'd always known shining through and Stan lost it, slipping the hand off his hip to put between them, jerking Ford furiously with a shaking hand while he pumped him full. Ford didn't last four strokes from his dry hand, shaking apart but keeping his hands on display through it.

Stan slipped out when the friction started hurting, putting Ford's leg down, and then put his full weight on his brother, who wheezed very happily and locked his ankles around his back. Stan turned his head to the side. "Y' can move your hands now." He said, and those arms immediately wrapped around him too. "You're like an upside-down horseshoe crab, you know that?"

Ford huffed. "That was amazing. Until that comment."

"What? I'm right."

Ford sighed. "Horseshoe crabs do not practice internal insemination, there is nothing about them relating to coitus that is flattering."

"Yeah yeah bla bla bla you can stop clinging like a crab if you're offended."

Ford huffed, but didn't move.

[valll777]

I'm in my Saiki K phase so I made an attempt at writing a few headcannons! This has been rotting in my mind (and notes...) for a while now SO PLEASE BARE W ME POIUYGFDW Note: The reader in this situation has a germanium bracelet which blocks his telepathy.

Saiki k boyfriend headcannons

- He does secret daily check-ups every time you aren't with him.

- Saiki would use clairvoyance to make sure you get home safely (if he can't walk you home). - He would randomly surprise you with telepathy when you aren’t together, especially when you’re indecisive.

“The beige cardigan, or the pink one? I mean, I do have a ton of pink clothes. Hmm. Should I switch to another color this time?” “The pink one’s nice” “… what the heck. You stalker. But thanks tho! Was leaning towards it! ^^”

- He isn't huge on pda but enjoys your occasional clinginess when it's just the two of you.

- You usually lie down on your bed and rest your legs on top of his lap while he sits down and plays his crappy games.

“Is this alright with you?” “Its fine. I don't mind” "Thanks. Love you too!”

- He usually just nods at the last statement, he isnt big on words of affection (but you know he feels the same way).

- Despite the usual cold expression he gives everyone, he softens his eyes when you’re with him.

- He doesn’t seem to note of the change in his eyes (spoiler alert: his friends do, and start becoming stiff around him— it's rare he changes his glare to a gaze).

- You don’t seem to notice either, but you do feel the slight shift in his demeanor.

- You’re the only person he tolerates, and one of the only people (if not, the only person) who gets him to “soften up”, even if its just a little bit.

- He’s alright with pet names from time to time, but you either use his first name or dear (love and darling might just cause a distant planet to disintegrate, and the aliens will NOT be happy with that).

- You’re big on words of affirmation and gift giving, especially handmade ones (even though it takes you so many repeats and countless tutorials).

- Sometimes Saiki gets surprised when he sees your efforts during the process, especially when he uses clairvoyance to check up on you.

- His telepathy doesn't work on you because either he wears his ring, or because of your germanium bracelet.

- After learning some of his powers don’t work on you because of your bracelet, you’ve sworn to never take it off unless you want to annoy him or you get caught in a messy situation (your thoughts run rampant ALL THE TIME, guess this comes from being a yapper).

- Once in a while though, you remove your bracelet to give him encouraging remarks to him, especially after a long day.

- It makes him happier and feel more appreciated. I mean, you’re probably the only person (among his friends) that loves him for being him, not because he’s Psychic Saiki, but because he’s simply Saiki. Saiki Kusuo.

- He thinks that maybe, JUST MAYBE, helping out isn’t THAT much of a pain.

- He really doesn’t realize how much he has grown as a person ever since you’ve even been in his life.

- You were able to make him realize that he is a good person. It’s because he is human, and he is not defined by his powers.

- Saiki may think that he is God’s least favorite, but he thinks that perhaps an angel was sent as an apology for his disastrous life. (He will never admit it to you though. Well, maybe when he’s ready to properly express his feelings)

- He’s truly lucky to have you by his side.

I might write a scenario with the bracelet situation. Lmk if you want to read it!

[shaeshaeboo]

"My sweet little boy"

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Suguru and mom!reader

Summary: you and your son had a good relationship, he was a big mama's boy, but It makes no sense the boy you and your husband loved and created was the reason you guys died

Contains: readers death, angst, no comfort, fluff at the Ben-ning-ging, a bit of crack,

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"Suguru! Hey don't you dare go near that thing!"

You warn your little boy as he walks closer to one of those ugly, filthy, monsters that started randomly appearing after your son turned 4. He's 7 now but you still freak out about it.

"Don't worry ma... I've been practicing..."

'The hell? What is he TALKING about?!'

You look and him dumbfounded as you watched him do some shit with his hands, he's so concentrated it looked like he was trying to take a shit.

Just then see you a ball forming in the air and landing in his hands... And... God...

This idiot was about to eat it.

"OI DON'T YOU DARE EAT THAT THING"

"Ma- WAIT"

You pounced at him but he quickly shoved it in his mouth

"SUGURU YOU DON'T JUST PUT RANDOM ASS MONSTERS IN YOUR MOUTH THOSE LITTLE SHITS CAN BE POISONOUS"

You shake your son as he makes a weird face from the aftertaste.

"Hold on look."

You heard a weird sound behind you.

'It's right behind me, isn't it...'

you slowly turn to see the same ugly-looking monster... But it's not attacking??

"SEE??? IT WORKED"

"Suguru..."

You kneel down to him.

And grabbed his ear.

"YOU DON'T DO THAT NEXT TIME OK?!"

"ow ma- ok- ok- SORRY"

you let go of his ear and hug him. He was about to escape your grip but you continued.

"If you don't be careful you might get hurt... Ok? Next time stay cautious."

"Ok, mom... I promise..."

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"Oi, Suguru are you at that Jujutsu school yet?"

You heard boxes being moved on the other side of the phone

“Yes ma… I just entered my dorm”

You sighed in relief and quickly turned off the stove to take a seat on the couch.

“Good… oh make sure to visit once a month- and don't overwork, and eat well, and sleep well, you might have a strong curse technique but still- oh and-”

You were about to stay more, but your son quickly cut you off.

“Ok ok I get ma… I’ll do that”

“Mhm… just stay safe… and once you come back we’ll show those stupid people in the village that you aren't a monster… but since your not here ill just kick with filthy monkey asses myself”

You guys both laugh a bit but stopped

“Be safe, for me yeah?”

“Of course I will Ma. I’ll miss you.”

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knock.

knock.

'huh? at this hour?"

You walk to the door... Something feels off. The air feels heavy and the aura is unsettling.

Before you open the door you check the peephole like a smart person.

You saw your son. You were confused but you were so happy.

You quickly opened the door and hugged him. “Suguru your back… but so late…” has you stepped back to look at him but you froze.

Your eyes widened as you looked around to see bodies on the floor. Around your village. And on your son. How did you not know? You were the last person in that village.

“Suguru… what happened-”

“Sorry Mom.” he points his hands on you. But stopped.

“Shit…” he started to tear up and hugged you one last time. “I-I killed Dad already I'm sorry…”

Fear came over you as you hugged your son. “What?” it's like you were drowning in the air as you backed away.

This was your son. You can't be scared of him. She won't hurt you… right? “Suguru it's ok… just tell me what happened?…”

Suguru sighed “ I can't. Shit…” all he did was step outside of the house. The house he lived in, the home he was raised him.

You let him giving him some second to clear up. ‘Shit, what am I gonna do… he's probably wanted right now... It's ok. I'll find a way to-’

A curse enters the house it's big. Probably Suguru curse?

That's when it started to attack.

…

Suguru tries to hold back his tears as he hears the sound of your screams and terror. After a minute it was silent.

Walking away was a pain for him as he silently sobbed his way to the two girls he found.

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A/N: HAVE YOU SEEN THE PHOTO WITH SUGURU AND HIS MOM CALLING?? 😭😭😭😭

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[fafodill]

I like imagining Severus as a student, so utterly focused on his academics. His bad skin, the way other perceived him, his family... he couldn't control.

But potions he could. There was something comforting about having a recipe and being able to try and retry and redo and test and discover. Something so exciting. The first time he found a way - by himself - to make a potion more potent had been so exhilarating.

Finally he had something. His thing. Something that felt right, that belonged to him.

Sure making potion could be dangerous but it still felt safer than people. Ingredients were friends, whispering secrets to him if he listened close enough. -----

I worked on this drawing for a long time. The second one was my first attempt and even though I liked the colors I wasn't happy with it. I let it rest and finally decided to redraw him altogether.

[victorluvsalice]

-->Only for her and Smiler to decide they wanted to play ping-pong together, and for Alice to run off to the ping-pong table before I could stop the interaction. *sigh* Damn werewolf super-speed... I was like “fine, okay, you can play a game of –

“Hmm. Actually. Hang on. Why not play a round of juice pong instead? Be something DIFFERENT for me to watch, anyway.”

And so they did, tossing balls at each other’s cups of juice. As you do. XD And damn, Alice absolutely SMOKED Smiler, getting all four of their cups while they only got ONE. I think I see why Smiler only plays regular ping-pong with people these days. XD Sorry Smiler! Maybe this will make you a little less obsessed with the table!

-->Anyway – Victor finished the tending and the fertilizing while this was all going on (super vitality on the remaining oversized crops, and some pet poops on a few nearby flowers) – as he was busting for a pee and dirty, I had him transportalate up to the white-and-blue bathroom and hit the toilet and the shower while Alice went on a hunt and Smiler entered the greenhouse to get their plasma fruit and herbalism supplies (along with some pears and plantains) before super-selling the rest. Well, ALMOST all of the rest – the way they did it, the apple tree got missed in every super-sell batch, so they ended up harvesting that too. XD Well, they can use ‘em for nectar! While that was going on, Victor finished his shower and cleaned some more spoiled food out of the fridge –

-->And then I spotted Ian Moody standing on the porch for some reason, being pestered by a couple of specters. I decided to have Victor save the poor old guy and sent him out to give one of the ghost blobs a Potion Of Good Fortune – the gift was a hit, fortunately, and Victor got another lump of wraith wax, which he promptly sold to an oddity collector because we have ENOUGH of that stuff, thank you. XD Ian, thus freed, immediately headed back out into the world as Alice returned from her Hunt, mouth full of meat and Fury high. (I guess he saw all this and thought “NOPE.” Which, fair.) I looked at her devouring her steak while all aglow, looked at the in-game clock and saw it was noon –

And was like “you know what, I’m not going to the store today. They can just have a chill day at home for a change.” So I directed everyone to hang out on the porch together for a bit while Alice finished her meal, then Smiler went over to shape the bonsai into a freezer bunny shape (as they were feeling very playful) and had Victor get a REAL lunch of mushroom steak (as he was trying to eat ice cream – you have to eat REAL FOOD sometimes, Victor) –