#but instead he faceplanted :(
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Celebrimbor: So, um, Elrond? How detailed are your visions?
Elrond: Are you asking because you tripped down the stairs to your forge again?
Celebrimbor: So you saw that?
Elrond: ....No.
#Elrond's lying and we all know it#Who wants to bet he was trying to spy on Annatar and instead just got to watch his cousin faceplant down the stairs... again.#lotr#lord of the rings#incorrect lord of the rings quotes#silmarillion#incorrect silmarillion quotes#incorrect quotes#elrond#lotr elrond#elrond peredhel#celebrimbor#lotr celebrimbor
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Never have I ever seen a smile this fake.
#tfp ratchet#bumblebee#tfp bumblebee#tfp#transformers prime#tfp raf#s01e14 âOut of His Headâ#this shot unsettles me every time I see it#because Bee just does not look like himself here#it's the colour of his faceplate the brows the tiny bit of his mouth you can see#pretty sure even his optics are the wrong colour#I would honestly not be surprised if you told me that was another imposter#and no one seems to think that something is wrong#no clue what they did to him#he looks as if someone had a gun to his head telling him to smile#but tbh I would probably smile like that too after being possessed by Megatron#it feels like he is just trying to put on a brave face for Raf#but there will be a breakdown later#writing a mini analysis in notes instead of doing university stuff right now#because my brain hates me#going back to homework now
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#torkoal#this pokĂ©mon's T-pose has their head pointed straight down at the ground. so they're just faceplanted for some reason#so i took this picture with them face-down on the floor which is fun. secret lore about the framing of this photo#this guy is⊠whatâ the mayor of treasure town? i find it a little bit weird that he holds such a position of power and yet we hardly see any#of him throughout the game. the only place i can distinctly remember him showing up was in the hot spring after waterfall cave#which was a bit of a less-than-memorable segment. to me. it would've been nice to have the chance to hang around and chat with the pokĂ©mon#that were there instead of just being kicked out after the cutscene was over. but maybe i'm misremembering and we actually did get that#chance to do so. it's been a while i really need to do a replay of all the pmd games just to refresh my memory of some of the finer details
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I think my tastes must just vary wildly from most people's, but I feel like the last several fanfics I've read have gone on for five or six chapters too many. I'll take an open-ended happy ending over wading through 15k+ words of a dense cloud of cotton candy overly sweet denouement in which every aspect of their perfect life together is explained in excruciating detail, and pet-names and 'I love you's are exchanged every other paragraph
#also. like. getting married and living happily ever after doesn't mean having no problems at all#there's always problems. the point is that you face them TOGETHER. stories about people with no problems are boring#idk I just feel like reading 100k+ words of really great plot and character development#only to faceplant into the literary equivalent of a vat of high fructose corn syrup for the last 15k+ words#really doesn't feel true to the rest of the story that came before it#it's also a huge contributor to why I leave so few comments these days#I don't want to comment chapter by chapter as I go along and then suddenly stop commenting when I get to the saccharine ending#and by the time I've waded through all that corny sweet syrup I don't particularly feel like commenting anymore#so the fics that I comment on are the ones that stick the landing. and sadly that feels like such a small percentage#whereas I'll leave kudos if I read all the way to the end even if there were things I didn't like about it#Jack suggested maybe I should just stop reading when it feels like I've reached the equivalent of an open-ended happy ending#and just leave a comment then about how much I liked the actual plot. then just walk away and leave the sugar rush for those who like it#and he's probably right tbh. I'll have to try that in the future#honestly this might also just be me transitioning out of my reading phase and into a writing phase instead#when other people's writing starts to piss me off it's time to get back to writing the stuff I actually want to read lol#tagtalking#fanfiction#fandom life#writing#2024 mood#about me
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not me forgetting i switched shifts with a coworker and showing up an hour early for work âïžđ
#i am so stupid#better than an hour late tho#in a way im making back an hour of the time i took off for tomorrow for my doctor's appointment#but i missed an opportunity to sleep for an extra hour that i really needed lol#i love working closing shift bc i dont have to be in until 8:30 but im always middle shift on monday so i didnt even check đ€Ą#ugh#also a baby fell out of my lap when i was stopping another kid from pulling a different kids hair and the baby cried sm#and later he got a little bloody nose probably from that đ#gonna kms#hopefully nobody is mad at me abt it but im so upsettt :(#we were sitting on the floor so he didnt fall that far and i kind of expected him to catch himself with his arms when he shifted#but instead he faceplanted :(#he's old enough to crawl and is almost walking so i literally didnt think he could have been hurt until he was :(#but i literally had to stop the hair ripping immediately bc that kid pulls super hard#but i should have taken the two seconds to move the baby from my lap to the floor#but i honestly didnt even expect him to leave my lap when i leaned forward i thought he would lean forward a bit and be fine#anyway#i hate myself#i love the kids but this job is a bit stressful#its like being a lifeguard to 16 fragile humans with no braincells or self preservation instincts whatsoever#and we dont have enough teachers#all day long they try to eat rocks and climb things they shouldn't and push eachother off of the tallest stuff they can get access to#and also bite scratch pull hair etc#the most violent kid is thankfully moving up to the big kid class next month thankfully#he literally hurts the other kids all day long for fun#this has been a shitpost#anyway i still have to close even tho i showed up for middlenshift so its gonna be a loooooong day
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the dnf club (vol. 1)
carlos sainz jr.
tags: smut/pwp, brazil gp '24, praise kink, hair pulling/playing, cowgirl position, spanish speaking!reader, affection
a/n: five dnfs at the brazil gp! i feel honestly so bad for them! it's nothing a little smutty fan fic won't fix! so welcome readers to the dnf club <3
franco edition // alex edition // lance edition // nico edition
"carlos." you said as you took your lover's hand and leaned in to him. he got out of your hand and wrapped his strong arm around you. by instinct you placed your hand on his chest and looked at him, "i'm sorry."
victory last week turned into a dnf this week. and you knew that the odds of him taking home the wdc were next to none. he still wanted his last few races with ferrari to be special. so every mishap hit harder.
he held you by the small of your back and silently kissed your cheek. and you knew what you had to do when you got back to the hotel that night.
you got to the hotel before he did. he had to sit through press and try to keep a grasp on sanity before he could slink back to the hotel room. you had dinner ideas for him to help soften the blow of the results.
dressed in one of his t-shirts that hung a little loose around the shoulders, and wasn't long enough to obscure your bright blue panties. you had your hair pushed back with a fabric headband with cat ears on them. it wasn't the ideal sex goddess look, but it was comfortable enough while you started to pack up for the trip to las vegas.
the door to the hotel room opened and you greeted your lover. but you were soon met with his weight against you. his size pressed against you almost had you toppled over onto the bed. you managed to lie down on it gently instead of a full faceplant.
"how are you, honey?"
he mumbled something in spanish, he wrapped his strong arms around and kicked off his sneakers before he dragged you into bed. the words in his first language continued. you pouted at them, you spoke spanish quite well and were able to easily pick up on what he was saying.
"it should've been better." "i should've been better." "i'm sorry, my love." and the one that curled in your stomach was, "i need to be with you. need to feel you."
his large hands climbed up under your shirt and you did him the favor to take it off all together. his lips found your heated skin and his hands rested at your sides as you both were tumbled into bed together. the covers kicked to the bottom as his hands then got to the waist of your shorts and pulled them down. "i need you." he said.
you ran your fingers through his dark hair, you could tell the hungry expression that crossed his face. how he looked at you, the kind of gaze that made you take control. he'd be good for you as repayment for such a failure on the track.
repentance.
you got on top of him in just your bra and panties. your hands splayed across his chest as you looked down at him. heat heavy in your cheeks as you said, "let's get you out of all of this. you don't need to wear ferrari, not when it's just you and i." you leaned in as you pulled his t-shirt up, "you can wear my kisses instead." then got the shirt up over his head.
he chuckled lowly, "i'll wear your kisses forever."
you stripped him the covered his face in kisses. you felt your affection towards him grew. the thump in your chest and you admired his nude body. you looked at him with love and continued to move against him. you teased his cock a little. he shuddered with want and when you pulled his thick hair a little, he moaned.
"you're so good for me, carlos. always have and always will be. you'll get them next time." you said as you sank down on his cock.
he moaned and held onto your hips as you started to move up and down. you never took his cock out of your sweet pussy but your movements still made carlos feel the shudder of excitement run through him. he whined, "i want to make you proud."
you replied, "you always do, carlos. even when you dnf, i still feel so proud of you. you're the best man for the job and whatever team you're on, you'll race them to victory." you yanked his hair a little more as you rode him. you wanted him to feel better, more confident. you hated when he beat himself up and wanted to do everything in your power to make sure that he was okay.
and that meant riding him. taking his cock so well that that he forgot all about the race. you pulled on his hair a little more as you moved against his cock. you rode him and he held onto your sweet hips.
"please." he panted, "it feels so good. i love you."
you giggled in response, you kissed his jaw and replied, "i love you too. anything for you, my love. you do so well, might as well get some loving in there as well. make you feel good despite the loss." you captured his lips once more and the two of you moaned against one another.
the movements picked up pace and you held onto his dark hair a little tighter. you feel the throb in your chest as the pleasure curled in your gut. you could feel the tension in your thighs from your movements, but kept going.
carlos knew he was lucky to have you. beyond lucky, the type of luck that allowed him to get onto the ferrari team. whatever higher power was looking down on him. gave him his two wishes, to race in formula one and to find a woman who he could love forever. and would love him too.
you pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him. you cupped his face for a moment, you spoke to him in spanish, "you did so good today. i know you think it was a failure. but." you kissed him on the face, "you raced beautifully. you always race beautifully." then quickened your kisses across his face.
he blushed a little bit and replied, "i always race for you. you fuel my soul." carlos loved you, obsessed with you in certain ways. but not in a way that cruel or hurtful. if he got to be by your side at any occasion, he would take it.
that was why he wanted to make you proud.
the kisses continued, they grew heavier with the more you moved. carlos' hands explored your sides, it made you shudder with want. it was incredibly hot between you two. the air of the hotel bedroom grew and you felt sweat down your back.
even with the kiss broke, you gazed into his dark eyes and your pace onto quickened. you laid chest to chest with him and moved his head by his hair to kiss him deeply on the lips. he moaned into it. you couldn't get enough of him. it was a deep need you had in your soul for him.
and he carried the same feeling for you. he groaned, "i love you. so much." he groaned through a tense jaw as you went as fast as you could go.
you could feel the strain on your back from the position and simply over doing it. but you didn't care. not at that moment. you only wanted to feel good. and the promise of immense pleasure for the both of you kept your hips moving in a way that made the both of you only get louder.
you were thankful that the headboard was sturdy enough to not slam against the wall, you didn't want that noise complaint come morning. carlos took you by the back of the head and kissed you deeply on the lips as he felt the course of pleasure through him.
it was undeniable, the heat between you two. it always had been and as the kisses got heavier, your pace got messier. and soon the feeling became overwhelming. and you tensed up around your lover, hands in his hair as you gave it on last tug before you came around his cock.
he groaned and held onto your hips once more, he moved you up and down his cock. your praise was loose on your lips as you told him how amazing he was, and how much you loved him. that your heart raced for him and you yearned for him. his pleasure with yours. he couldn't hold out much longer and with a few more strokes of his cock he pushed all the way inside of you and finished.
both exhausted, you laid on top of him. your hands on him as you tried to compose yourself. and instead of your hands in his hair. his hand was in your hair. he wasn't rough with his touches however, instead lightly stroking your strands as you laid curled up in one another.
you looked up at him and said softly, "next week will be your week."
and carlos smiled as he leaned down to kiss on the forehead, "it'll be our week."
come the next week in las vegas. carlos had a renewed sense of confidence. this would be his race to win, he'd make you proud and end the season on a high note. when the lights went down, it was show time. and carlos knew that he could get another victory. <3
#bunny writes#reader insert#formula 1#formula one imagine#formula one smut#f1 smut#formula one fanfiction#f1 x reader#the dnf club#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz jr x reader#carlos sainz 55#carlos sainz jr smut#carlos sainz smut#carlos sainz#cs55 x you#cs55 x reader#cs55 fic#cs55 imagine#cs55 smut#brazil gp 2024
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I'm only thinking this bc I just literally did this for my cats, but radioapple fic where Alastor is NOT a morning person.
Like even remotely. At all. (He stays up late for his radio broadcasts - you think he's out of bed before 10am unless he HAS to be? No.)
However. He's also the one who makes everyone their breakfast because he's the only competent chef at the hotel. (There's a reason before he showed up all Angel Dust ate was popsicles, Charlie is sweet but her attempts to cook could be considered lethal.)
So he drags his ass downstairs at like 6am to make everyone breakfast (and then utilizes his fire/shadows to keep the food warm for everyone to eat whenever they get up.) And then once he's done he goes back to bed for a few hours before eating his OWN breakfast. (A nice, tasteful raw venison, instead.)
But he absolutely doesn't bother getting even remotely dressed or even brushing his hair. Just big poofy and sleep mussed hair, rumpled pajamas, and he's yawning every few minutes. This man is half awake and is working on instinct at this point.
Lucifer had absolutely no idea about this until one day his insomnia gets the better of him, and he's also awake at 6am, and he hears someone in the kitchen, so he decides to explore.
And he doesn't even know how to react to soft fluffy Alastor calmly making everyone breakfast, seeing his cute little deer tail just casually out, his hair not even brushed, and wearing significantly less layers than normal.
(and if you really want to give him a heart attack, make Alastor not sleep in long full pajamas but instead just shorts and a slightly oversized t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder - make Lucifer come to terms with his long ass deer legs, his cute little hoofies, AND his collarbones. All at 6am.)
But to top it all off, Alastor is just too tired and half-asleep to even react to Lucifer showing up. All Alastor does is ask if he wants anything different for breakfast, coffee, or something. And Lucifer is too confused to do anything other than agree, and he's not sure how to handle the dude who, the day before, was at his throat calmly handing him a plate of breakfast and a coffee. What.
And then Alastor, in between yawns, is like I'm going back to bed. And just leaves.
"You're not eating any of this????!" - "Hah! No."
Lucifer is suspicious, so he discreetly follows Alastor back to his room, only to see him faceplant into his bed and fall back asleep. (That's kind of cute. Wait, what? No, it's not!)
(When he re-emerges at 11am, he's just as much of an asshole to Lucifer as he was the day before. 6am Alastor and 11am Alastor are two different people.)
Lucifer may decide to become a morning person just to keep seeing this version of Alastor. Who knows.
#hazbin lucifer#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel#radioapple#duckiedeer#alastor#lucifer morningstar#fic#mine
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Simon Ghost Riley who sneezes oddly quietly. As if he's trying to hold it back. A good sign that he's actually sick instead of a random sneeze.
"Simon."
"Yes?"
"Back to bed, now."
"???, what? darl'-"
"Now."
Said man barely makes it up the stairs and into the bed before he partially collapses. Practically faceplanting onto the bed. Breathing feeling heavily with an already painful headache forming. Trying to cope with the pain as he grabs your arm, keeping you with him, acting as if the man is five minutes from turning up dead.
"It's not the worst."
"Rest or I'm dragging you back."
"Yes ma'am."
Sure he doesn't show it outwardly or vocally with with the way he stares at you, soft and desperate you could tell he wanted you to stay. But who's going to cook dinner for a man who refuses to eat without you?
"You should've fucking ate lunch, at least breakfast."
"Didn't taste as good without you."
Taking care of this man has got to be the most tedious job one could ever get. In the brief moment you had walked into the kitchen and started preparing something for him to eat, a shadow far too big to be yours looms behind you. Lying his head and bending down to press against the side of your neck.
Making sure that everything's flush as he extends his neck to curve around your shoulder. Hands coming to rest against your sides, pointer and thumb only, mildly pinching your waist. And yet his hands bend down, tired and exhausted even as he came looking for you. He was so fucking warm, almost as hot as the fire you were cooking with. Unnaturally warm, definitely sick.
"Simon, Go back to bed."
"In a minute...I need you."
"It's been 5 minutes, sweetheart, you'll live."
"Nooo, I'm going to dry up and swivel up like an old man the moment I can't see you darlin, returning to my old instincts."
"Oh, and what do those instincts say hm?"
"That I need you."
"Simon."
So clingy when he's sick. Sure he can eat himself but also he needs to make sure you don't leave. Feigning weakness as he obediently opens his mouth for you to feed him.
"What do you call something as light as a feather?"
"Go on."
"A feather."
"..."
Rests far easier once he's eaten his medicine. Not making much of a fuss at the bitter flavor, eating far worse on the field. Finding some energy as he pulls you to his chest, far too warm to be natural, a furnace melting itself, how ironic.
"I'm going to catch your sickness y'know?"
"No."
"...No?"
"No."
Yeah by some miracle you don't get sick after him. Recovering quickly within the matters of days, trying to brush it off as if it never happened. And yet he can't exactly lie to you. Not when you took care of him so sweetly the whole time.
#cod#call of duty#hcs#ghost call of duty#call of duty ghost#simon ghost riley#soft simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost cod#ghost#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader
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"Hair dyes or perms or just a quick snip, you can always count on your ol' pal Clip!"
it's about time i officially shared my design for Clip from my hairdresser au! here's the silly boi himself!
a.k.a. the most complicated character i've ever designed...
close ups and additional comments under the cut!
that's my boi, despite his crazy design, i love him. his silly top knot hat, the horn-like points around his faceplate, his speckled colours, his four arms, and his funky pants. he's just soooooo fun.
Clip likes to play games and knit! he even made the patchwork pants he wears (he made Sun and Moon a pair too, but they're too precious for them to wear... also a little gaudy to wear in publicâdoesn't stop Clip tho!). He actually makes everything the boys wear, since there's not a lot of things in their size/shape.
instead of resting at night, he can be found in their living room, playing Kirby 64 for the nth time and/or knitting something. he's just too restless to stay still, he's always gotta be doing something and if it isn't gaming, knitting, or hairdressing, then he's up to No GoodTM.
Clip... likes popping balloons. he says "Goodnight!" with each popped balloon and once he's done, he tosses up the scraps like confetti all while giggling joyfully.
needless to say, he is not fun at parties. Sun and Moon don't let him near balloons for this reason.
and yes, he has sewing needles on hand at all times. for fashion emergencies... and for unsuspecting balloons.
Clip's not allowed to have a phone (just imagine all the in-app purchases Sun and Moon would have to deal with), but he likes to keep up with his customers and their games, even if he doesn't get their fixation over bluenets he'll never openly admit it but he prefers curly-haired blond hunks that look sweet in soft pastels but could also squash him like the spider he is
also, he's great at microbraiding! though i imagine if Sun and Moon are free, they'd come help to shorten the wait but also to compete and see who braids the most (Clip always wins of courseâmake anything into a game, and he's winning)
aaaaand there's this! i wanted to make sure Clip would be able to freely rotate his waist so his arms could have their full range of motion, and this was the solution i came up with: a crop top on top and a wrap around his waist. and Clip here is being a sneaky little scamp about it.
#fnaf eclipse#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf oc#Clip New Do Same You AU#New Do Same You AU#âbut crabs YOU designed him you could have made him easier for you to drawâ#but everything is just SO FUN and/or lore-relevant!#like the points around his faceplate give me oni vibes i love it#i hate drawing so many hands but man he's just so silly and he needs every last one#and HIS PANTS#LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THE DCA WOULDN'T WEAR PATCHWORK PANTS IF THEY COULD#legit the pants were a major breakthrough in his design#he's just a silly guy#honestly i have been on a bit of an artblock lately#and maybe drawing Clip wasn't the best way to ease myself out of it#but it worked i think?#i dunno just been overthinking things a lot lately#that's kinda why i've been quiet again on tumblr#i just need to let loose and just let myself have fun yknow?#like this sketch page has a lot of mistakes in it#but i tried not to dwell on those and kept moving forward#it doesn't need to be perfect it just needs to be#bright colours#cw bright colours#crab art#traditional art
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Repaying The Favor
G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 4600+ words NSFW, Valveplug, Miscommunication, First Time, Oral Sex, AFAB Reader - They/Them Pronouns for reader
The sequel to "Oh! That's What That Does?!" is finally here! Same reader, same Rumble, same trying to figure each other out, only this time they get to slam down crazy-style about it. When will Frenzy get his turn in the spotlight? Eventually, I think! Maybe once I've finished a few other pet projects.
NSFW WRITING BELOW THE CUT!
It had been exactly fifteen days since you had last heard from Rumble.Â
Not that youâd been counting.
Sure, the cassettes probably had more important things to do than lounge around your workshop waiting for your attention, but that's exactly why it was so odd. They always had better things to do, things that they were pointedly avoiding doing by barging in on your work and taking up what little free space the shop had remaining. But since your little tryst with Rumble, you hadn't seen armor nor optic of any of the usual cassette bot suspects.
Maybe you'd broken some sort of ancient, space robot taboo that you'd never heard of. Or maybe Rumble was just embarrassed that he jizzed all over your jumpsuit. Either way, it wasn't like you had any way of getting ahold of them besides them dropping in, so there wasn't much to be done about the situation but wait.
You were leaving the corner store when you heard it, the cacophonous boom of a jet flying far too close to the tips of the skyscrapers overhead. The sound sent you reeling, bags crumpling to the sidewalk as you hurried to cover your ears. Down the street you could make out the screech of metal smacking against metal, see the flailing limbs of two massive robots staggering clumsily through the street as they traded blows with each other. Neither of them were one you recognized, the red Autobot with the oversized chest window wrestling one of the identical jet Decepticons into a clumsy headlock. As they stumbled about one of them trampled on a car parked along the curb, and you winced as the metal shrieked and crumpled under his massive foot.
Yeah, time to get out of here. You gathered up your bags and ducked into the alley between the buildings, slipping past trash bags and old graffiti, trying not to tread in any unidentifiable puddles. Off in the distance you could hear an emergency siren start to wail, hopefully signaling that whatever the space robots were quarreling over this time would be settled sooner rather than later. All you really wanted was to get back home without any further interruptions.
But as you emerged from the back alley entrance and found yourself hoisted into the air by two massive metal hands around your waist, you'd decided to kiss that chance goodbye. Your bags clattered to the ground once more, bread and fruit and canned goods spilling out around a familiar pair of pedes. When you glanced up to his faceplate, the glow of his visor was nearly enough to blind you.
âRumble?!â
His visor dimmed enough that you could see his intake, which had just before been pulled into a maniacal grin, drop open in visible shock. Then, as quick as it came, it was gone, replaced instead with a tight, furrowed frown.Â
âWhatâre you doinâ out here?â He barked.
âBuying food. Or trying to, at least.â You glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Ravage pounce on that yellow Autobot with the horns that was always showing up in the news. âYou guys having a little play date or something?â
He scoffed out a laugh, quickly stifling it with a clearing of his vents. âWhatsit matter to ya? Didn't think you cared dat much about lilâ old me.â
âRumble, whatâŠ?â Was he seriously pouting? Or maybe trying to guilt trip you? For what, making him cum? âWhat are you even talking about? I haven't seen you in like, two weeks.â
âAww, real funny! You know what I mean! I let you poke around in my chassis and run up my charge, anâ after that it's radio silence? Whaddya humans call it⊠ghosting? Make a mech feel like second-rate shareware, why don't ya?â
You blinked at him once, twice, mind spinning as you tried to process his words.
âAre you- are you mad I didn't call you?â
His optic lights beamed as he bristled, armor flaring with a hiss before clamping tight back to his frame. âI told you to comm me!â
âRumble, I don't have your number! I couldn't call you even if I wanted to!â
His grip went slightly slack as he stared at you, leaving you dangling from your armpits like a cat.Â
âI⊠I hailed you my frequency. In da EM field.â
âHumans don't have⊠whatever that is. Do you have a phone number?â
He stared at you again, much longer this time as the discordant crashing of giant metal men continued in the background. Then, with a sudden jolt, you were slipping free of his fingers as he dropped you unceremoniously to the pavement. It wasn't a far fall, just enough to make your feet tingle upon landing. When you looked up you saw he had both servos covering his faceplate, a string of muffled curses eking out between the digits.
Your mind was reeling. He actually wanted you to call him? To⊠repay the favor? Heat pooled in the pit if your stomach as your mind conjured up wicked memories of his stifled gasps and whimpers, how heâd squirmed beneath you as you prodded around his spark chamber. How behind all the billowing and smashing and Brooklyn-accented bravado, when you got down to the core of him, he was actually kind of⊠cute.
âYou- just- I donât- Get outta here! Go on, scram! Before you get stomped on or somethinâ!â His face plate was flushed and glowing as he shooed at you. You would go, that was certain, you really didn't want to get stepped on after all. But first you were going to say something potentially risky, deeply embarrassing, and undoubtedly very, very stupid.
âCome over.â
His optics shuttered, flickering for a moment as he stared down at you, frozen.
âWhat?â
âNot right now. Tonight. When you guys are done getting wailed on? Come over.â
He opened his intake, then closed it. When he opened it a second time you caught a wisp of steam slipping through the gap in his dentae. He swallowed, hard. He never stopped staring at you.
â...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Awright. I'll be there.â
âCool. Watch out for the yellow guy.â
âHuh-HGGRRK!?!â You stumbled back a few steps just in time for the Autobot to chuck Ravage directly into Rumbleâs helm, sending him crashing into the brick wall beside you.
âSorry! Are you alright?â The little Autobot called. âYou should probably get out of here!â
He didn't have to tell you twice.
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The news was just wrapping up their coverage on the âlatest Decepticon assaultâ when you heard a rap on your warehouseâs roll-up door. There wasn't much to see peering out the window, the street only haphazardly illuminated by old street lights. Not that you really needed to look, there was only one guest you were expecting at this time of night anyway.Â
You'd stopped at home first, mainly to take a shower and put on something that wasnât a pair of mechanicâs overalls. But for some reason the nerves hadn't hit you until right now. You clamped down on the prickle of⊠anxiety? Excitement? Somewhere between the two? As you pulled the strap at the base of the roll-up, the groan of shifting metal slowly gave way to revealâŠ
âAre you wearing a bowtie?â
âNot bad, eh? Don't say I never cleaned up or nothinâ. Here.â As Rumble stepped from the dark street into the light of the warehouse he pulled something from his subspace: a large, green bottle that he offered to you pinched between two fingers. A bottle of wine. Judging by the label, an expensive bottle of wine.
âWhere did you get this?â You turned the bottle over twice in your grip, scanning the details on the back. French Merlot, aged⊠fifteen years? Holy shit.
âDat fancy Italian place on the corner of Fourth and Vine! What, ya don't like it?â
âI didn't say that!â Rumble positively beamed as you clutched the bottle. âI just didn't expect it, is all. Are you⊠wining and dining me right now?â
âIs dat a good thing or a bad thing? Your human movies said youâre âsposed to bring a little somethinâ somethinâ before, yâknow,â There was a sly, lopsided charm to his grin as he pulled the roll-up back down with his pede, clanking shut behind him, âBefore you let me run your charge for a change.â
âYou know, you don't have to try so hard to imâŠpress⊠me.â You trailed off, staring down at the bottle in your hands, then back up to him, then back at the bottle, then him again. When you made eye contact with him the slyness seemed to falter a bit, leaving behind something softer in his smile. Something a little more vulnerable.
 How did it take this long for it to click for you? He was wearing a bowtie, for Christâs sake.Â
âOh my God you're trying to impress me.â
âEh?â A fidgeting servo tugged at his bowtie- which appeared to be made of⊠an old seatbelt? âNah, you're crazy! Dis is jusâ what humans are âsposed to do!â
âOh my God you are!â
âH-Hey, what'd I say about you and gettinâ big ideas?â He tried to deter you, but your mind was already racing a mile a minute.Â
âDo you actually like me? Like, want to date me? Do alien robots even date, cause I didn't know th- MMPH!â
With a massive metal palm pressed to your chest, Rumble pushed you back into your adjustable work table, still sitting at a mostly upright angle from the last time you'd repaired him. The table against your back was cold, a sharp contrast to the radiating heat from his servo as he pinned you in place with his hand. His face was inches from yours as he leaned over you, visor now gleaming with frustration and embarrassment.
âYou can't get enough of dis, huh? Like pushinâ my buttons so much?â His servo pinned you down just a touch harder, forcing the air from your lungs in a breathy wheeze. ââOh, it's so fun to get Rumble all flustered! Lemme mess witâ his head a lil more!â Well maybe itâs Olâ Rumbleâs turn to do da messinâ around, huh? See how you like it when someoneâs toyinâ with your sensitive bits.â
He bared his dentae as he spoke, another hiss of steam curling around your cheeks. It made your hair stand on end. A hot thrill ran through you, and you fought the urge to let your knees knock together, confident that Rumble would be able to keep you in place with brute strength alone. You could feel his thumb smoothing back and forth across your shirt, and as he glanced down at his servo the glare of his visor lessened slightly.
â...Whyâs your fuel pump goinâ all crazy? You scared or somethinâ?â
You swallowed a mouthful of saliva, willing your foggy mind to function. âNot⊠Not scared, exactly.â
There were a few seconds of tense silence, before the wickedest, prideful grin crept back up across his faceplate.Â
âOh? Is dat so?â His other servo rose to grip the top edge of the table, fingers molding to fit the dent heâd left there previously as he loomed over you. âWell maybe we oughta do somethinâ about tha- SCRAP!â
His flirtations were cut short by the sharp SNAP of the stabilizing lock on your workbench failing under Rumbleâs weight and flipping 180 degrees over. The world pitched and spun as you tumbled backwards, yelping as the table flipped and deposited you upside-down on the floor, legs sticking akimbo in the air. From between your dangling feet you could see Rumble peering over you with his sly expression wiped off his visor by one of concern.
âSlag! I didn't crush your little pedes when you flipped, did I? Cause I don't no nothinâ about fixinâ up injured squishies.â
Miraculously, you had managed to make it through that ass-over-elbow fall without hitting your head on anything, or Rumble accidentally pinning your legs in place between his bulk and the table frame. âIâm alright! Just didn't expect it, Iâm okay.â
âDatâs good. Here lemme jusâ-â You felt a servo close around each of your ankles. With an effortless tug Rumble dragged you back up, tabletop tipping with you as it clunked back into its standard, flat position. Of course, this now left you with your ass and legs dangling off the edge of the workbench, Rumble standing between them with a servo resting on each knee. âBetter?â
You sucked in a breath, trying desperately not to look overeager. âBetter.â
âAh, slaggit allâŠâ But instead of putting his servos back on you (where you most certainly wanted them) Rumble began to scratch at the back of his neck, failing to meet your gaze. âGuess I ain't really cut out for all this⊠whaddaya call it? âWininâ and dininâ?â Can't even get my servos on ya without fragginâ it up.â
âHey, Iâm definitely not complaining.â You attempted a jokey tone, but it didn't seem to do much to dampen Rumbleâs current self-deprecation. You let the playful edge fall away as you dropped into something a bit softer. âI mean it though. You don't have to try to impress me. I mean it's appreciated! But, yâknow, I wouldn't have agreed to this if I wasn't already happy with the bot I was getting into it with.â
âHeh. Even if I end up crushinâ you a bit?â
âThat's a risk I'm willing to take.â
He barked out another laugh, accompanied by a coil of thin steam hissing through his gap-dentae. âWell I guess I better make it worth da risk, shouldn't I?â
He snuck a servo under each of your knees, pushing them apart as he rocked his modesty panel against your clothed core. You stifled a gasp, the ridge of sturdy metal almost hot against you, even through layers of cotton and denim. The slow roll of his hips made your own stutter up off of the table, desperate for further friction.
âCute. You like grindinâ on my panel? Should I make you bust jusâ like this?â
Despite the warm curl of arousal pooling in your stomach from the feeling, you knew this wouldn't be enough to get you off. Rumble seemed to know it too, letting out a low, pleased chuckle at your desperate expression.
âJusâ yankinâ yer crankcase, sweetspark. I got somethinâ a lot more fun in mind for tonight anyway. Dat is, if you'll start gettinâ dese off.â He hooked a digit through your belt loop and gave them an experimental tug.
âMmh, what, you donât want to take them off yourself?âÂ
âOh, Iâll gladly take âem off ya. Just figured youâd take care of dis part hereâŠâ His thick digits slid inward, ghosting over the button of your jeans. âSo I don't gotta rip âem off ya instead.â
You weighed your options. On one hand, the image of Rumble tearing denim apart with his bare servos as if it was no more than wet tissue paper was far more appealing to you than you would have originally expected. On the other hand⊠well, they were new jeans.
âI got it.â You mumbled, quietly filing the image away in your brain for later use as you undid your button and zipper. âCareful with th- Oh!â
With a sharp yank, Rumble tugged your jeans and underwear off your legs and let them crumple onto the floor. Shoving himself into the space between your knees, you could only barely make out the top of his helm over the slope of your stomach as he knelt before you, spreading your folds with two digits and⊠staring.
You waited for a response, a quip, the slow drag of metal over your slick hole, but were instead greeted with silence. Something prickled in the pit of your stomach as you fought the urge to squirm. In the back of your mind you vaguely remembered that you hadn't really gotten to see what Rumble was packing, and only now were you grappling with the truth that you were trying to have sex with a truly alien being. Would your bodies even be compatible? Was he weirded out right now? You tried to pull your knees together, only to be stopped by a rough servo shoving them back open.
â...It's rude to stare.â You muttered.
âEY! I ain't starinâ! I'm, uh, admirinâ. Datâs it.â There was a similar tightness to Rumbleâs voice. You shuddered as a thumb stroked the crease of your thigh. âSoft⊠Anâ it's supposed to be dat pink?â
âY-Yeah⊠that's, mmh, normal.â You shuddered at a wave of steam curling over your sensitive heat as he spread you again, visor locked on your twitching entrance.
âPrimus. And you're really gonna let me spike ya in this tiny little hole?â You could feel his thumb just brushing the rim and stifled a groan at the sudden, aching emptiness, the demand to be filled. âI don't wanna tear you in half or nothinâ.â
âItâll fit.â You whined, core tensing around nothing. âWeâre, unh, weâre pretty flexible. Câmon, RumbleâŠâ You forced your knees further apart, pushing your hips up into each of Rumble's far-too-light touches. His motor snarled in response, a massive hand gripping the inside of each of your thighs.
âSlag. You're really achinâ for it, arenâtcha?â His voice was lower than you'd ever heard it before, deep and resonant and primal. âBut I ain't gonna give it to ya dat easy, doll. Gotta make sure you can take it first.âÂ
He raised his helm for just a moment, just enough for you to get a peek of his beaming visor and his wicked, gap-toothed grin between your legs. Then he descended, lathing his thick, hot glossa up the length of your cunt. You choked on a gasp, his servos the only thing keeping your hips from rabbiting up off the table. It was hot, his glossa thick and sturdy and drooling with oral lubricant, a thin layer of silicon over sturdier metal mesh dragging up through your folds.
âEasy, sweetsparkâŠâ You weren't the only one enjoying themselves. Rumble's low, rattling groan pulsed through your cunt. You swore you could just barely make out him groaning your name but it was lost, muffled as he pressed his faceplate further between your legs and his servos shivered where they gripped your thighs. He was messy and all too eager, arousal and oral lubricant spilling down his chin as his glossa stroked you; slow, deliberate drags up your folds until you were left dripping. At the apex he found your clit and took it between his dermas, a teasing hum rattling throughout his engine that had you gasping, thighs clenching around his thick helm. Your legs jerked as warmth bloomed outward from your core, hips writhing against the onslaught of pleasure. Dragging across his back your heel caught in a rounded divot, pulling a raggedy vent through Rumbleâs dentae as his frame twitched.
ââMmpfh!~ E-Ey, watch da spindle. Itâs sensitive in dereâŠâ He groaned, face still pressed into your cunt, servos only dragging your ass further off the table in his efforts to get somehow even closer to you. But instead you dug your heel in harder, pressing into the ridged divot and twisting your leg. The internal ring jerked with a sudden CLICK CLICK CLICK, each pop of noise making Rumbleâs frame spasm like he'd just been electrocuted. âFRAG! Primus, thatâs- ghh!~â
âFeel good?â You teased, breathless. His optics beamed back up at you, an oscillating, glistening red as you caught another peek of his gap-toothed grin from between your legs.
âSo datâs how you wanna play dis? Don't say I didn't warn ya, doll.âÂ
You barely had a chance to respond before the noise was punched out of your lungs in a sharp whine as Rumble shoved a thick, metal digit into your drooling cunt. Achingly hard, unrelenting, he flexed it against your rippling walls as his dermas nestled themselves snugly around your clit. The hum reverberating through his frame coursed through your body like a wave, hands scrabbling desperately at his helm as the twinge of pain at the sudden intrusion melted into thick, syrupy pleasure.Â
âA-ah, fuck! Rumble, Rumble that's good, that's fucking good.~â Metal clanged as you lolled your head back against the table top, no longer able to keep it upright. Each drag of his digit, textured and ridged and unrelenting, sparked euphoria behind your eyelids. You felt every muscle in your body starting to prickle with pleasure, radiating outwards from your cunt and pooling in your head, your stomach, the tips of your toesâŠ
You all but whined when he drew his digit away, dermas releasing your swollen clit with a slick pop. âCâmon! Rumble!â
âYou want it dat bad, huh?â A shadow cast over your rumpled form as Rumble rose to his full height. From between your legs you could catch a glimpse of silver and blue panels fluttering and folding away, one of Rumbleâs servos hiking the underside of your knee and the other stroking the gap between his thigh and pelvic armor as his spike rose to full attention. Christ, he was huge, the thick metal rod draped across your lower stomach as he rocked experimentally against you. Each thrust had the tip drooling a translucent, pinkish fluid you remembered scrubbing from the back of your jumpsuit, hot and vaguely smelling of well-oiled machinery and pooling across your bare stomach.
Rumble, for his part, seemed to be as entranced as you felt, visor vibrant and flickering as he stared down at the place his frame rubbed against your soft, supple body. A harsh ex-vent punctuated each roll of his hips, steam coiling around the corners of his slack, open intake as he pulled back, letting the tip of his spike slide wetly through your folds.
âDatâs it, doll⊠You're gonna get exactly what you want. Gonna get you bouncinâ on dis spike, jusâ begginâ for itâŠâ His tone was low, entranced, just barely tinged with desperation. He dragged his tip through your folds again, and again, covering your cunt with his thick transfluid, making your breath hitch whenever he slid over your clit just right. You angled your hips up, guiding it right over your entrance, toes curling at the promise of pressure.Â
But before you could utter his name again, or any other placation or demand, you felt the heavy press, the slow, aching slide as he entered you. It teetered just on the edge of pain, muscles twinging at your inner thighs as you forced your legs wider to accommodate his bulky armor. And his spike offered just as little give, covered with a thin layer of silicon like his glossa but still distinctly sturdy, inflexible metal. Your walls rippled helplessly around the intrusion, stretched to a delicious degree as he bullied his way inside you.
About halfway to being fully sheathed in your heat he paused, visor hazy and unfocused, intake still hanging open as he vented steam. A servo was resting on each of your hips, but while one stayed in place the other slid up, up, bunching your shirt around his digits and shoving it up above your chest. There his servo paused on your side, his massive thumb stroking back and forth over your nipple, quickly pebbling under the cool metal.
âPrimus.â He breathed, distinctly softer than you ever remember hearing him before (and oh, if that didn't do just as much for your arousal as everything else). Finally, his hips began to move again, that intoxicating ache only beginning to border on near-unbearable when you could feel your ass and the backs of your thighs smushed against his pelvic armor. For another moment he paused, one servo cradling your hip and the other your chest.
Then he drew back, and thrust home.
The first thrust forced the air out of you in a desperate, sharp wheeze. This didnât slow him, not in the slightest, digits sinking into the plush meat of your hip as he jackhammered into you. Each thrust had the entire table rattling, the sharp clang of metal against metal where his thighs hit the dented tableâs edge. His quiet reverence had given way to an onslaught of erotic babble, visor locked on your face as it twisted and furrowed in pleasure.
âTakinâ it so fraggin well⊠Youâre just made for takinâ my spike, arenâtcha?â He scooped his servo under your hip and lifted you further up, all but folding you in half as he loomed over you. His dermas brushed the curve of your jaw, just below your ear, and you could feel the heat of his ex-vent making your skin tingle. âYouâve jusâ been waitinâ for me to frag you stupid, plug up that achinâ valve til you canât think of nothinâ else.â
âMmmhâŠ~ Itâs so big.â You slurred, thighs slick with sweat and slipping on his plating as you struggled to lock your ankles in the small of his back. His frame shivered like an electric current ran through it, clutching you somehow even closer to his massive chassis.
âNghhâŠ~ Yeah? You love dis fat spike, donâtcha? Say it.â
âI love it!~â
âYou want me to spill my load in this tight little valve, donâtcha?â
âPlease!â
âAghh, slag! Y-Youâre gonna get it, sweetspark. Youâre gonna take it all, j-just-mmfh!~â His vents were ragged and desperate, thrusts stuttering as he neared his release. You squealed as his thumb found your clit, rubbing the swollen bud in rough, tight circles. Euphoria was buzzing throughout your body, the ache of your lower back buried beneath the onslaught of pleasure and heat coiling in the pit of your stomach and blooming out through your limbs, legs shaking, hands trembling.
Sparks exploded behind your eyelids as your orgasm washed over you, hips jerking weakly against Rumbleâs. There was no give to his spike at all, thick and steady and unyielding as your pussy squeezed and pulsed around it. You felt a flood of something molten spill into your core, filling you nearly to the point of aching as it spilled out around the tight ring of your hole around his base. Rumbleâs frame stuttered, jittering, a harsh crackle of static and mechanical chatter pouring from his drooling intake where it was still buried in the crook of your neck. Finally, finally, his frame grew still. The only noise between the two of you were your shared, harsh breaths and the low churn of the occasional car driving past outside.
âMmmmnnghhâŠâ Rumble groaned, shifting his hips to pull his shrinking spike from your core as he rose unsteadily back to an upright position. You could feel transfluid dribbling from your hole as he tucked himself back away- thick, translucent globs spilling down the insides of your thighs and hitting the floor with a splatter. His engine gave a little, stuttering snarl despite himself as he dragged his digit tips through the shimmering line along one of your inner thighs. âI oughta take a picture of disâŠâ
âDonât you dare.â You kicked weakly at his servo, legs now tingling with static as blood rushed back to them. He barked out a sharp laugh, effortlessly batting your foot aside. His servo rested atop your lower stomach and gave a teasing press, and you shivered as more globs of thick transfluid drooled from your cunt. âJerk.â
âEyy, you love it!â
âUnfortunately.â There was no real bite to your tone, you could tell by the way Rumble grinned. âThink you can give me a hand getting over to the bathroom before my knees give out?â
âDepends. Does dat count as you owinâ me a favor?â
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How Skz Reacts to your Anxious Ticks
A/n: I have a lot of anxious energy, and many ticks, so why not do a Skz react? Should I do more Skz reacts?
Warnings: Lots of anxiety, blood (not a lot), pet names(baby), talk about getting sick, stress eating, implied panic attacks
Bangchan: Foot tapping
You would be sitting with the guys in the changing room before a concert. Even though you wouldn't be going anywhere near the stage, you were a nervous reck.
Your worries started when Chan slipped on stage, faceplanting right before his verse, triggering something in you. Ever since then, you always worried.
There was a small ambiance, the staff and group members talking, offering a noise buffer, but it wasn't enough.
You didn't realize your foot was tapping until you caught Chan's stare. He looked between you and your foot, motioning for you to calm down.
All you could do was pause your movements until his attention drifted to Hyunjin.
You kept tapping.
It wasn't long before Chan made his way to you, ten minutes before the show.
"Y/n. You're doing it again," He told you with a smile.
"I can't help it, Channie," you responded, looking at him. "What if you fall again?"
He looked surprised. "Y/n, that was two years ago," he said softly, sitting next to you.
"So? It could happen again," You were being stubborn. It wasn't like you.
"How about I promise you that I won't fall," he reached out with his pinky, waiting for you to take it in your own.
"But you don't know that," you whined, making him smile.
"Okay, okay. Fine. How about...I promise to be careful?" Now he was just trying to make you happy.
And it worked.
You nodded, slotting your pinky into his, sealing the deal. He ruffled you hair before saying a quick good luck, and left to the stage.
Lee Know: Finger nail biting
You hadn't known the boys long, but you all were incredibly close. Bangchan being your brother, he invited you with him everywhere.
You were particularly fond of Lee know, but he seemed indifferent. He cared about you, but he was expressionless all the same.
He had started picking up on random habits you began to aquire, one of them bring fingernail biting.
It wasn't safe, nor was it healthy, so anytime be caught you biting a nail, he was there, a scolding ready.
Or at least, that was his plan. But when he came up next to you, ready to interfere, you would look up at him, pausing your mission, your finger still in your mouth. His heart nearly stopped.
Instead of saying anything, he would gently remove your fingers by grasping your wrist slightly, moving it your side.
He would do this whenever he had to.
Cooking? He would stop everything, washing his hands before and after touching you. Who care about the food?
If he's doing an interview and sees you chewing behind the camera? He'll find a moment he isn't needed just to halt your habit.
If he isn't anywhere near you, but Felix snitched through text? He would call you just to make sure you weren't really biting your nails.
"Are you biting, y/n?"
"No..."
"I'm checking your nails tomorrow. You better not be lying, jagi,"
Instead of punishing you, however, when he sees your shortened nails, all he does is look at you, your hand still in his.
"You got to stop, jagi," he whispers, massaging your hand.
"I'm sorry, Lee know. It's just hard,"
"I know, baby,"
Changbin: Stress eating
You were a known eater in the group along side Changbin and Bangchan. The three of you? Eatracha(lol).
But when Changbin noticed you eating twice as much, he assumed it was stress. You looked sad while you ate, which was new.
He took it upon himself to eat with you, the same amount, and he felt sick. But he didn't want you to feel alone.
It was when you started to physically get sick that he decided to intervene.
"Y/n? Maybe you should stop..." he told you, rubbing your shoulders.
In tears, you said, "But I can't, Bin. I've tried. It's like my body needs me to eat, but it can't take that much," you sniffled, leaning into his touch.
"Oh, honey. It's okay. We can just lower your portion slowly. That way, you can get used to eating less, but at a healthy pace, okay? Sound good?" He asked, moving up to your neck.
Feeling the pleasure from his rubs made your head loll back.
"Yeah..."
Hyunjin: Finger tapping
He thought it was cute at first. You tapping the table gently, hearing the soft thuds of your dull fingers. You had just cut your nails, so it didnât seem so bad. In fact, it gave him ideas for music, not that you would notice. Hearing the same beat you had recently tapped yourself, you werenât focused on it.
A few days went by, and you were still doing it. If your hands werenât busy, tap. Tap. Tap. Hyunjin wasnât the only one that noticed. Bangchan and Changbin both noticed as well, and Jeonjin later. They all told you what was going on, but you just played it off as a habit from childhood, despite them knowing you for years and not once had you had this issue.
As your nails grew, so did the tune of the taps. They seemed more aggressive, more painful. You hit the table harder.
One of your nails broke, causing your finger to bleed. You didnât notice. You kept tapping.
It was just you and Han in the room. He was on his phone, distracted. He became used to the tapping. It didnât bother him. You stared at the wall, still moving your fingers through the bloody table, while Hyunjin walked in.
A small gasp, and rushed footsteps caught your attention.
âHyunjin? Whatâs wrong?â You asked, oblivious.
âY/n! Your hands!â He was struggling to sit still at the sight of your blood smeared on the table. You finally stopped tapping, at least.
âOhâŠâ Was all you could say before you heard a scuttling in one of the drawers. It was Han. He had finally noticed, grabbing some bandages. âI didnât..I wasnâtâŠâ
âWhat the hell, y/n? Do you not notice what youâre doing?â Hyunjin muttered, grabbing the bandages from Han, moving towards your hand. He gently pulled your hands towards his own, quickly wrapping it to stop the bleeding.
âHan?â Hyunjin said, but Han only nodded. You watched as we went to go get disinfectant and towels to clean up the table. âY/n? Look at me,â
You did, embarrassed that this happened in front of him. âIâm sorry,â you started tearing up, your shoulders shaking. You were so anxious, but you had no idea why.
His gaze softened, pulling you into a hug.
âIâm here,â
Han: Hair twirling
You hair want too long, so it didnât really get in the way. But you liked hair, even your own. After touching Hans for the first time a few months ago, you were hooked. But you knew you couldnât bother him all the time just to mess with his hair, so you started playing with your own. It wasnât the same, but it was different, in a good way.
Every day, the boys would eye your hands in your hair, and they never questioned it. They thought it was a girl thing. Right?
Three months later, you were anxious. Immediately, your hands went to your hair. Whenever you were upset? Hair. It was so comforting. Even when you were angry. Scared? Cover your face with your hair, and mess with the dead ends. It cured everything.
Han tripped and fell one day right in front of you, and it scared you. It was so sudden. You knew he was clumsy, but the way he squealed reached your ears at full volume. It was too much.
You jumped back a little, bringing both of your hands to pull your hair in front of your eyes, using your thumb to mess with the tips.
âJisung? You okay?â You asked from behind your makeshift shield.
âYeahâŠ? Are you?â You heard him giggle, patting himself down. He shouldnât be too dirty, we were only in the kitchen, after all.
âYeahâŠâ you responded. You dropped your curtain, but kept your hand in your hair, twirling it quickly.
Han noticed this and his smile slowly dropped, replaying every moment similar to this one. And one thing was the same in each. Your hair. He was always confused on what started it, but it didnât seem to harm you, so he was fine with it. But now, he wanted to know.
âWhy are your hands always in your hair?â He finally asked, not really meaning to.
âOh? I just like the way it feels. Itâs soothing, I guess,â you responded, shrugging your shoulders.
He got an idea, one that will hopefully change your habit. âWanna feel mine?â He raised a brow, sending a smile to you.
Your eyes brightened, making his heart flutter. âReally?â You asked, both of your hands now free from the prison that is your hair.
Han nodded.
You both ended up on the couch, his head in your lap as you played with his hair, massaging his scalp.
âI need this to last forever,â Han whispered as you rubbed a sore spot on his lower neck.
âIsnât forever a long time?â You giggled. However, your heart dropped at his next words.
âPerhaps it isnât long enough,â
Felix: Lip biting
It started really quick into the friendship. They wanted you with them for every show, and every event. Thatâs how close you were. But the random photos from strangers and invading fans were just too much. Your privacy was no longer private, and it worried you. It started to affect your sleeping, your eating, and your patience.
You became extremely anxious, which didnât go unnoticed by the guys. They were always trying to comfort you with something, but it never seemed to last. But you smiled, not wanting to worry them.
The lip biting started at night. You couldnât sleep, and was bored. You didnât touch your phone, not wanting to see what people say about you and your friends. It was an accident at first. You bit your lip, wincing at the sudden pain. But then your teeth grazed them again, catching on dry skin. It was annoying you, so you just bit it. And kept going.
You stopped drinking as much water just so your lips could dry out, wanting to bite them again.
While in the dance room with the boys, you were biting, starting off gently. You didnât want to bleed in front of the boys. They werenât dancing, but just hanging out. They had to shoot an m/v later in the day, so they wanted to relax.
Bite. Seungmin was messing with Jeonjin, making him form a fist. Bite. Chan was talking to Lee know about the choreo. Bite. Han, Changbin and Hyunjin were sitting in a circle, playing a game. Bite. WaitâŠ
You felt something warm slide down your chin. Then you smelt it. Blood.
âY/n? Oh my god!â You were grateful Felix whispered, not catching anyoneâs attention.
He stood quickly, grabbing your hand and taking you to the restroom. He walked into the girls bathroom without a care in the world, which would have made you giggle if it werenât for this situation.
âAre you okay? Is the cut deep? What happened?â He ran the water, grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and brought it to your lip.
âMm âKay,â you muffled, the towel hindering your speech. You saw the ghost of a smile form on his own, making you feel better.
When he moved the now red towel, the bleeding had slowed, making you lick them every so often. You looked at Felix and his sad expression.
âIt was an accident. I promise. It wonât happen again,â you promised.
âYou sure?âyou nodded.
After seeing his worry, and how he took care of you, you knew you would never bite your lip again.
Seungmin: Finger popping
Seungmin popped his knuckles, so why did he feel yours was unnecessary and annoying? Were you copying him? Or mocking him? He didnât know. But when he walked into Hans room, he didnât expect to see you on the floor, desperately trying to pop your back.
When you felt the need to pop a bone, doesnât matter which one, you must pop it quickly, or else you start to get anxious. This was one of those moments. You had popped your elbows, your knees, fingers and neck. Lastly was your back, but you couldnât get this part. It was too low, so turning on the ground wouldnât work. And neither was pushing your weight down from a higher surface. You were starting to panic.
âY/n? What are you doing?â You ignored his words, desperately trying to relieve your growing stress.
âY/n?â He said a bit louder, seeing you glance at him as you started breathing heavier. âHey! Hey? What the matter?â Now he was starting to worry.
âMy back..â
He looked you up and down before asking, âDoes it hurt?â He went to place his hand where you were holding, applying soft pressure.
âNo. Needs to pop,â You whimpered, making his eyes widen.
âWhat?â He went to remove his hand, but you stopped him.
âCould you pop it please? I donât like it,â You pleaded with him.
You two werenât close, so seeing this side from you shocked him. Still, the sound of your uncomfortable plead was enough to break him.
âOkay. Show me where,â you did, waiting for him to apply pressure. âReady?â You nodded, and gasped when he pushed down. The loud pop echoed through the room, making him flinch, pulling his arm from you.
Sitting for a moment to feel the relief, you then turned to him. Your eyes shined and you had a soft smile.
âThanks, Seungmin. I really appreciate it,â
His heart felt like it would burst. He didnât know what exactly he was feeling, but he knew that if you ever needed him to pop something, heâd be there. So thatâs exactly what he said, making you feel the same way.
âThank you, Minnie,â
âYour welcome, y/n,â
Jeonjin: Rapid blinking
You were a fan in the audience, not jumping like the rest, but paying the same amount of attention. You were an introvert, no doubt, and didnât show excitement despite feeling it very much. You had a front row ticket, and was right in front of the eight boys you came to love. Your bias, Jeonjin, was right in front of you, singing his part for âI Lose my Breathâ, literally making you lose yours.
You started blinking, thinking it was the fog machines effecting you, but it was something else. You didnât know what until it was too late. The crowd pushing behind you, you felt pressure building inside your chest. No one was touching you, thank god, but you felt the presence of the fans. It was suffocating.
You fell into a blinking fit, unable to keep them open, and unable to keep them closed. This had never happened before, but you werenât surprised. It was a tic. It would take a while to stop it. So, as to not disturb anyone next to you, you tilted your head, looking at your shoes, or at least, trying to.
You kept blinking, not fighting it, knowing it will make it worse. It started to slow when you felt a tap on your shoulder. It came from in front of you. A security guard? You slowly looked back up, your vision fighting the bright lights. Then you stopped breathing.
Jeonjin?
He was standing in front of you with a worried expression. On stage, it was now dance break, meaning he didnât need to sing. He was making sure you were okay.
Since he saw you, he felt a pull from that stage, making him linger near your area. He saw that you didnât even have your phone out like the rest, not jumping or anything. Just swaying lightly on your feet while smiling every time he looked at you. You were a calm in the storm. He liked that. And when he saw you staring at the floor for fifteen minutes, he got worried. Did you not like the show? Did he do something wrong? Did his pants rip?
But when he got to you, he noticed your eyes were watery. He didnât know why, and didnât need to either. He motioned for your phone from your front pocket, and you slowly gave it to him, thinking he was going to take a selfie, instead, he was typing. Why? You didnât know. He came close to your ear after giving it back, and said,
âAfter the show. Donât look until then,â was all he said before winking, and walking back to his members.
You stood there confused, but focused on the rest of the show.
After you made it to your hotel after thee show, you checked your phone, wondering what he could have possibly left you. Everything looked normal. You were confused. But when you opened your messages, you saw his name as one of the contacts. What?
You opened it, seeing he already texted himself. You gasped, not sure what to make of it. You slowly typed out something, but didnât send it, unsure if this was real. Thirty minutes later, you saw his bubbles. Heâs texting you?!
âYou going to send it or just let it sit?â
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brothers best friend w/ yunho
this isnât proof read so sorry for any typos⊠iâm just too tired to do that right now đ
youâve been pummelling the door of your brothers apartment with the side of your fist from at least a couple of minutes now
whether heâs deciding to play a practical joke and leave you hanging is a mystery to you
you can only hope he somehow manages to grow up and let you in soon
itâs an emergency, and the strap of your overnight bag is digging into your shoulder rather painfully
âmingi, i know youâre in there,â you call as you slam the palm of your hand loudly against the wood, âlet me in or iâll tell mum youâre being a bitch!â
threats of your mother usually seem to work; itâs mingiâs fear of your younger sibling privilege, you suppose
he knows that no matter what, heâll always be the one to blame since heâs older
a system youâve been abusing for years, you have to admit
the door swings open after a few seconds, and you gear yourself up to give your big brother an earful for being a dick
but just as you open your mouth, you notice that the man that opened the door is in fact not mingi but his roommate and best friend instead
yunho
heâs leaning against the door frame, gaming headset around his neck and plaid pyjama pants hanging low over his hips
it would take a much stronger woman than you to avoid looking at his toned chest, so you let your eyes do a swoop over his smooth skin
âhey, kiddo,â you can hear the smirk in yunhoâs voice, âwhatâs got you banging my door down at 10 minutes to midnight? you know my neighbours wonât appreciate this, right?â
you ignore him
âis my brother in?â yunho shakes his head before leaning himself against the door frame
the way he effortlessly towers over you even when heâs relaxed sends shivers right the way through you, all of them congregating at the apex of your thighs
trust you to be harbouring a debilitating crush on your brothers best friendâŠ
âwhere is he then?â you urge
âwith his latest conquest,â yunho just shrugs like itâs obvious
like you should know that your brother was busy sleeping around in your time of need
youâd gag if you didnât have more important things on your mind; more important things like what the fuck youâre going to do now
âdammit,â you mutter before readjusting the strap of your overnight bag on your shoulder, âi was hoping heâd let me crash for the nightâŠâ
he snorts out a laugh, digging his tongue into the side of his cheek as he stares you down
âdoesnât the guy youâre fucking live like⊠5 minutes away from here?â
yunho knows as well as anyone that you and taehyun are not fucking, but that doesnât mean he wonât tease you just to see that angry look on your face
the way your forehead scrunches and your lips purse into a tiny little pout
holy fuck youâre adorable; what he wouldnât do to justâ
âme and tae fell out,â you spit, your voice muffled through your upset frown, âand weâre not fuckingâŠâ
yunho laughs, ânot anymore, anyway.â
he dodges the kick you aim at his shins with ease, sliding to the side just in time for you to lose your balance and fall through the doorway
you catch yourself before you can faceplant in front of the man who had been single-handedly ruining your life since you first met him
god knows that the devilishly handsome man would never shut up about it if you tripped in front of him
âenjoy your trip?â he teases as he shuts the front door behind you, trapping you inside of his apartment
he makes a show of locking it before slipping the key into his pyjama pocket
itâs a clear show of dominance to let you know exactly who is in charge
you roll your eyes at him, letting him know that his performance is redundant; youâre in his apartment, of course heâs in charge
âmingi locks his door when heâs not here so youâll have to sleep on the couch,â he points to the ratty leather thing that sits in the centre of the room
you grimace at the sight of it, knowing that this might just be the worst night sleep of your life
the pealing leather is bound to scratch at your skin, and you just know youâre going to have to peel your skin off of it when you wake up in the morning
you canât help it when you groan in complaint
âor you can sleep in my bed,â yunho offers, that mischievous smile rising to his face again, âitâs warm and comfy; much nicer than that old thing.â
âare you just trying to get me into your bed?â
he scoffs, âi would dream of it, kid?â
he knows you hate that nickname⊠he says it with an arrogant look written all over his features
you want to punch that annoying hot smile right off of his annoyingly hot face, despite the fact that mingi would kill you
you want to sleep on the couch just to spite him, despite the fact that you know youâll wake up feeling half dead
you want to leave and sleep on the cold, wet tarmac outside, despite the fact that that would be an even worse night
a deep breath of air fills your lungs and you let it out with a sigh
âiâll sleep in your bed, but be warned; i carry pepper spray!â
again, yunho finds it a struggle to hold his laughter in
how can he when youâre so cute? so adorably naive with your little pout and your fucking pepper spray
youâre dumb to think that he canât see the way you look at him; like he holds your entire world in the palms of his hands
if it werenât for your brother, he mightâve done something by now
itâs hard to hit when the girl you so desperately want is your friends little sister
âiâm sure you do, sweetheart,â he hums out through his smile, âgo get changed, alright? ill be in my room when youâre finished.â
you nod and drop your bag to the floor, your little hands immediately going to unzip it
he wonders what they might look like wrapped around his cock, your prettily manicured nails glittering as your fingers dance up and down his shaft
he looks away for the sake of his own sanity and slips his hands into his pockets in the hopes of hiding the tent thatâs forming
god, he needs to get a grip
âbathrooms over there,â he clears his throat before continuing, âtake your time; itâs not like iâm rushing to get to sleep or anything.â
and then he leaves you in the sheer hopes that turning his back on you and heading back to his PC will clear his head of all the disgusting thoughts heâs having
the gaming chair creeks under his weight as he flops down into it, slipping his headphones over his ears straight away
his finger moves over to his keyboard to unmute his discord andâ
âi did not make us lose,â he hears the shrill screech of wooyoung, âif anything itâs sanâs fault for not res-ing me! i was in need!â
âyeah and i had other priorities!â san scoffs, âjongho is a better player; obviously iâd res him first!âïżŒ
âi canât belieââ
âhey, yun,â jongho calls out over the argument, âiâm assuming the knocking wasnât a mass murderer since youâre still alive.â
the other two shut up pretty quickly, both uttering their own cheerful greetings to yunho as if they werenât at each others throats two seconds prior
yunho chuckles
âit was mingiâs sister,â he hums, âsheâs in the area and needs a place to stay for the night.â
heâs met with a symphony of appreciative hums from the three of his friends; yunho had learnt a while back that he wasnât alone in his feelings for her
âitâs so unfair that sheâs off limits,â san sighs dreamily, âif i got my hands on her, even just for one night⊠iâd put those pretty lips to work, thatâs for sure.â
sanâs right, your lips are pretty; like two flower petals begging to be touched and appreciated
âsure, dude,â jongho interrupts, âher lips are pretty and all but have you seen her thighs? iâm pretty sure she could crush my skull with those thingsâŠâ
âand youâd be into that?â san questions, a shocked laugh evident in his tone
âhey, donât shame him,â wooyoung cuts in, âiâd love for a little brat like her to sit on my face; i could tease her for hours down thereâŠâ
thereâs a swift knock on yunhoâs bedroom door and he immediately presses deafen on his headset before sliding it off once more
his cheeks are covered in a deep red flush, his friends words echoing around his skull as he turns in his chair to watch you slip into the room
oh fuck
he canât help the way his jaw drops, but then again, even the strongest man on the planet would have a difficult time
especially with you in those tiny little shorts
for someone who claims not to be fucking the guy you were supposed to be staying with, your outfit choice sure is⊠something
theyâre thin and cover next to none of your thighs; jongho was right about them, yunho muses to himself
thick and plush and your flesh jiggles with every step you take towards his bed
heâd be happy to lie between them, he thinks, face in your pussy as you squeeze his head with those gorgeous limbs
he swallows the lump in his throat as you sit politely on his mattress
âiâm sorry about my shorts,â you mutter, a little self conscious with how intently yunho was staring at them, âi know theyâre not really⊠appropriate.â
yunho shakes his head, dazed, confused and horny
âtheyâre perfect,â he mutters before he can realise what heâs saying, âi mean theyâre fine⊠just fineâŠâ
âtheyâre fine?â you confirm
he nods
âi mean they look comfy; thatâs all that matters, right?â he shrugs nonchalantly as if heâs not thinking about how it would feel to rip the flimsy material off of you
heâs starting to regret asking you to share a bed with him
how the fuck heâs going to sleep with you laying next to him, he isnât too sure
yunho takes a deep breath before clearing his throat
âif you want to head to sleep, iâll be right there. i just want to play another round with the boys.â
you nod before crawling into his bed⊠crawling
he canât even focus on how sweet you are when youâre obeying his every command
not when your ass is facing him and those tiny shorts are doing nothing to hide the fact that youâre clearly not wearing underwear beneath them
they cling to your stickyâholy fuck youâre wet?âcore, the white material going translucent as your slick soaks into it
he canât tear his eyes away from your hole, which he can fucking see clenching around nothing through those teeny-tiny shorts
itâs a good job he doesnât have to; before he can lose his mind and rip those shorts from your body, youâre covering yourself with his thick quilt
the way you wrap yourself up and tuck the material between your knees would be cute if he hadnât just had his soul destroyed by the sight of your pretty pussy
a few deep breaths, and he finds the courage to turn back around to his pc and press un-deafen once more
but even with the sounds of his friends chattering in the background, and his fingers eagerly dancing across his keyboard, he canât help but let him mind wander to you
what youâd look like underneath him, your face all screwed up in pleasure as you beg him for more
how youâd sound when you beg him for more
how your fingers feel as they dig into the plane of his back
fuck, heâs in so deep
and the worst of it is, itâs not just fucking you that heâs daydreaming about
he wants to know what youâll look like in the post sex glow, when he has you tucked into his chest so soft and gentle
he knows youâll be beautiful; so soft and pliant in his arms
heâll whisper sweet nothings to you just to see you smile and blush
heâll press soft kisses to your lips just to make you squirm and giggle
god, he needs to be fucking sedated
a quick glance behind him lets him know that youâre asleep; good, he doesnât want you to hear what he has to say next
âguys,â he helplessly calls out, âwhat the fuck am i supposed to do?â
âwhat do you mean?â jongho asks, âis this about mini mingi?â
mini mingi⊠you couldnât be further from your brother in yunhoâs eyes
he doesnât want to fuck mingi into the sheets before helplessly confessing his love to him
âyes, this is about her,â yunho relents, âwhat the fuck am i supposed to do when sheâs explicitly off limits?â
âfuck her,â wooyoung says as if itâs the simplest thing in the world, âwhat mingi doesnât know wonât hurt him.â
âheâs my best friend,â yunho groans, sounding pathetic even to his own admission
âokay and?â wooyoung scoffs
yunho slams his head down on the desk in exasperation
itâs soft enough to not make too loud of a noise; he doesnât want to wake you up, after all
but itâs also hard enough to let the headset slip loose from his ears
and he hears it
something that makes him perk up and rip his headset off for what seems like the hundredth time that night
no⊠it canât be
âyunhoâŠâ
your voice is small from the other side of the room, but he hears it as if itâs clear as day
you moaned his name
âyunho, need it,â you whine again, every so slightly louder this time
yunho gulps as he spins his chair around to see you, jaw slack, face screwed up and hips bucking into his quilt that youâd secured between your legs
he freezes
âyuyu,â you mewl
yunho canât help the involuntary groan that comes from his lips
itâs now or never, he decides
he shuts off his pc, not even bothering to say goodbye to his friendsâtheyâd understandâand takes a second to compose himself
sweaty palms rub against the material of his plaid pants as he rises from his seat and takes a few tentative steps towards the bed
the floorboards creek, but it doesnât wake you
âyu,â your voice is so sweet, he thinks to himself as he comes to a stop by the bed
a hand on your shoulder shakes your body awake, and before yunho knows it, youâre staring up at him with your big wide eyes
fuck, heâs going to destroy you
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ćœĄ A THUNDERING FIRST
â. contains: suguru geto x gn!reader; meet-cute, fluff, trigger warning for a sweaty suguru, double warning for a very flirty suguru!! mentions of teeth and biting bc yk i love that shit wc: 4k
reading in the park can be such a good way to spend the day â you get to hear the lovely little birds sing to each other, you can see the kids faceplant onto the ground and laugh it off, you can smile at passing dogs, you can feel the sun and you can feel the wind and for just a while â everything is good.
it's more windy today than it is sunny but that doesn't bother you too much. the gentle spring wind dances in the trees, swaying the tiny green leaves that are just beginning to grow. the ground is still wet from yesterday's rain but it's not too muddy. you're grateful for the shower anyway, excited for the fresh grass to rise from the soil, pretty flowers alongside it. everything smells good, too. the air is crisp and filled with new beginnings and laughter and now you feel yourself getting a little too poetic.
looking down at your book, you twirl your pen between your fingers as you try to bring your focus back to the words on the pages. okay, reading in the park can be a little distracting sometimes. but most of the time it's not that badâ
you raise your head from your lap when you hear the steady steps and it's weird because you've learned to not give your attention to every passerby.
but this isn't just some passerby. the soles of his feet dig into the ground as he approaches and something about him just pulls you to him. you only have a second to look at him before he passes but it's enough to peak your interest like nothing else.
a pair of dark grey shorts with some black underpants underneath them, a pair of surprisingly clean sneakers on his feet, a pair of black socks, a dark blue almost skin-tight jacket and a black cap are what pull on your ropes but the messy black bun that peeks from under the cap, the various piercings and the dark purple eyes are what tie the knot.
his phone is in a little make-shift bag that surrounds his very big and glorious bicep and he has earphones on. you've never been this observant with a stranger before.
right when he passes by you, his eyes flick down to yours for a fraction of a second and then he's already gone. steady pace and steady steps as he heads down the path in the park, leaving you longing behind him.
you shake your head and once again, try to focus back on your reading. but it's even harder now that you know a man like that is just jogging around the place. you eye him from a distance away, wiping his sweat as he passes another runner. you've never seen anyone run as gracefully as he does. you force your eyes from him and glue them to the pages that lay neglected in your lap.
around eleven minutes later, you hear him again. you just know it's him by the sound of his steps, by the sound of his shoes hitting the ground â you look up and find him already looking at you as he closes in on you. there's a slight flush to his face, beads of sweat rolling from his temple and he looks gorgeous. he gives you a small smile, a really fucking charming one, and jogs on, leaving you staring at him again.
he does glance back at you, though. when he's a minute away and just when the path turns back around, his eyes search for you over the field of trees. his lips pull into a smirk when your head raises toward him and you drop it the second your eyes meet from far away. cute.
another ten minutes have passed and you've reread the same page four times now. the thought of quitting on the book is heavy on your mind as you consider just focusing on the man instead. it feels silly â stealing glances at a random crush at a park but you can't help it. he has wooed you with just about nothing; you don't know nothing about him other than the facts that 1. he's ridiculously good-looking and 2. he's a really fucking good runner. the lap he seems to be doing is one of the biggest ones in the park and yet he seems to be completing it in record time. maybe it's those long legs of his?
you twist and twirl the pen again until it slips from you, rolling onto the ground. you curse under your breath and then you hear him again. scrambling from your spot, you hastily grab the pen â a little afraid to be in his way; scared to embarrass yourself in front of him.
he's a bit more flushed this time around, sweatier and sexier. he exudes confidence; like not the type to be an annoying fuck-boy but more of a dangerous one. the type to break your heart like it's nothing but a glass toy. but then he gives you another smile and the thoughts fades. his smile is soft and his eyes crinkle as he does so. he nods his head at you and you do it back â you reckon you're really getting somewhere here. is this flirting works?
you watch him run off and almost die when he glances over his shoulder to get another look at you. a blink and you would've missed it â a wolfish grin; wide and sharp, it merely flashes at you but when you squint your eyes to observe him closer, he's already too far again.
your heart is beating way too fast for a person that's literally sitting down and your hands feel clammy. damn. luckily, you have the wind to help you cool down as you try to think of a plan to get his attention. you'd offer him water but that's a bit too far from a complete stranger. you'd ask himâ what would you ask him? how's the run? no, that's bad. how's the weather? horrible. what kind of music are you listening to? c'mon, you can do better than that. come here often? awful, just awful. you decide that you won't say anything â stopping his run for some small talk would just be awkward and you'd rather just keep looking at him. that's the safe bet, that's what you'll do.
he's back. he's on his fourth lap and he doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. all self-respect has gone with the dancing wind as you blankly stare at the handsome stranger. the tips of his ears have grown red too and he's really panting now. he's just soâ he slows down. his steps falter a few feet from you and your eyes widen. well, you didn't really consider the possibility of him starting the conversation. you check the name of your book to make sure you won't make a complete fool of yourself and repeat your own name in your head. there's no room to fuck up with a guy like him.
he glances down at his feet and your eyes follow. oh... his laces are undone. that's... disappointing. you're about to curse yourself for even thinking that he'd actually wanna talk to you but his silky smooth voice breaks your little bubble.
"may i?" his slender finger is pointing the bench your sitting on and you can't to open your mouth, humming an reply instead. his posture is extraordinaly as he walks to you and plops down a bit too close for a stranger (you most definitely do not mind).
it's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again. "what are you reading?"
you quietly thank yourself for checking the name and introduce it to the man beside you. even as he's tying his shoelaces, he has a strong presence. he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, letting you know that he is in fact listening to you. when he's done he leans back against the bench and sprawls out his arms on the backrest; one of his is dangerously close to your shoulder but he'd never make that move this early. he just wants to make clear that he is as interested as you are. he lets his legs spread out a little wider, situating himself a bit more comfortably on the wooden bench and you stealthily pinch yourself for stealing a look at his strong thighs.
"you know, i thought about what to say but i couldn't come up with anything good... 'how's the run?' is pretty stupid, isn't it?" you ramble as you feel yourself melt under his gaze.
"you thought about what to say?"
...
"iâ "
your head falls down to your chest as your whole body heats up â now you're actually afraid of melting away. you hide your burning face in your palms and you sigh. so much for not embarrasing yourself, huh? he in turn, lets his head fall back as he grins up at the sky. his lip piercing shines under the greyish light and his eyes fall shut as he basks in your flustered state.
when he feels like your cuteness meter is just about full - he lets you off the hook. "that's really sweet of you."
peeking from between your fingers, you look at him. his eyes peer from underneath his cap, and in a way, it's really adorable how you're both hiding your eyes from each other. maybe not even hiding, but just, sheltering them. gauging when to finally drop the act and let yourselves stare at each other freely just the way you actually want to.
"not totally embarrassing?" you joke, forcing down the nervousness and letting a smile sprout on your lips instead.
"not at all." he assures with his saccharine voice. you almost believe him.
"it's never a bad thing to be prepared." you've known him for mere minutes but you know he's teasing. the tease is smoothly hidden in his charismatic tone but it's there nonetheless. a bead of sweat rolls from his temple and he wipes it with the back of his hand.
you bite the inside of your cheek as you drop your hands but avert your gaze, turning to the trees for a boost of strength.
he'd never admit it but... he too had to think of a way. he too thought that it'd be too weird to just ask about your book â he had to think of a way to break the first barrier. so, he untied his laced before he reached you. but that's a secret.
"suguru."
you whip your head your back to him, surprised by his little introduction. you repeat his name out loud and it tastes like honey, the syllables falling from your lips like a sweet goo. he does the same with yours and you swear you've never heard anyone say it the way he just did. there's a purr to his voice, coming from deep inside his chest - each letter is given so much thought and care. accompanied by the determined look in his eyes â you're just grateful you're already sitting down; he has your knees feeling weak, the muscles in your body tensing as he shifts just a little closer. barely an inch but it's enough to speed up your heart even more, enough for your body temperature to be reaching a new high.
his hand reaches over and you follow it in slow motion; you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as his fingertips graze your cheek. heat blooms from the touch and you feel like you're about to burst into a thousand little butterflies.
"you got a little something here..."
he takes notice of the warmth even though the contact lasted a fraction of a second â he's as observant as ever. his foxy eyes twinkle with a dose of smugness, a certain heat running through his body at the effects he seems to have on you.
pulling his hand back, he displays the single eyelash he just caught on his pointer finger right in front of your face. "c'mon, make a wish."
he watches your eyes flick from his finger to his eyes and then back down, he watches your brain work out your silly little wish. he thinks about what his would be and wonders whether you'd want the same.
you inhale sharply before blowing on his finger, letting the eyelash take flight and disappear with the wind. smiles bloom on your faces â the childish act bonding the two strangers forever.
"the run was good, by the way." he rests his hand back behind your shoulders, making you subconsciously lean closer. "the weather is good; i like this better. hard to focus when the sun is bearing down on you."
you nod your head, utterly bewitched by the man before you, and he knows it too. "'though it's hard to focus when i have you sitting here, too."
he has you hooked and he won't let you go. your eyes widen as his bore into you, absolutely feeding off of your every reaction.
"oh, you're killing me..."
"am i? i'm sorry for that, sweetheart."
you can't keep the groan that bubbles from the depths of your throat as you double over, hiding your face in your hands again. his quiet laughter rumbles through his chest and when you swear that when you raise your head, a singular sunray shines from behind the clouds. it lights up his smile, his eyes crinkling in the process. wow.
"when are you gonna come here again?"
there's no time to waste â you have to shoot your shot. you have to.
he lets the laughter die slowly, impressed by your sudden burst of confidence. "tomorrow."
"you run every day?" his ego grows in size at the surpised tone and he nods. "wait, how come i've never seen you before then?"
"maybe you were actually reading your book all those other times, hm?"
your heart does a little flip in your chest and you bite down into the soft flesh of your lip. he's sooooooooo...
he adjusts his hips on the bench and catches you looking. he's tempted to make another tease butâ
"i would've definitely seen you if you were here. you're kind of hard to miss. very hard to miss actually."
he hides his reaction with a deep hum, infatuated with the fact that you can keep up with him so well despite your flustered state. "i just recently moved here, so... it'd actually be very nice to have somebody to show me around. the coffee would obviously be my treat, you know, if you're down for it, if you want to be that person for me."
his offer almost flies over your foggy head but his last words sink their claws into you at the last minute. the butterflies in your stomach are making you feel sick, a giddy nervousness swimming in your veins.
"i'd love to be that person for you." you nod your head, gluing your eyes to his as the final push to show you that you're as interested as he is. as if that wasn't clear enough already. "mainly for the the free coffee, though."
"right... right..." one of the corners of his lips is crooked upward and he looks so good. he looks like he bites, like he would sink his teeth into you so, oh, so gently and then lick the wound to make you all better again. you're really in it now.
unbeknownst to you â the sky has turned a shade darker, grey clouds now swarming the entirety of the field of blue above you and suddenly you feel a cold drop on your warm skin. and then another. and another. craning your neck up, you take in the foggy ceiling as the rain starts to soak your clothes.
you scramble to pack your bag, throwing your precious book in there before frantically looking for your pen only to have suguru hand it to you with a smile. "here."
"thank you."
you don't want to go. he doesn't want to go. the strap of your bag sits on your shoulder, the soles of your feet dig into the ground but nothing. you chew on your cheek and he picks at his fingernails â neither of you ready to part with each other just yet.
but thunder booms, yanking yourselves out of it. reminding that this chapter is only beginning and that the first page is always the shortest one anyway.
"you're gonna get a cold like this..."
"like what?" the water droplets cascade down his neck as he leans closer.
"oh, i don't know... sweaty and hot? what if the wind and the rain get to you and i don't get to have my free coffee, hm?"
he does want to bite you. his canines bite into his bottom lip as he observes you. how you're completely unfazed by the rain, how your confidence is clearly growing as you tempt him with your words.
"the wind and the rain have nothing on me, angel. i'd kill to get you that coffee." lightning strikes as his words fall from his tainted lips and he can't tear his eyes from you.
finally, he pushes himself off the bench and you watch him stretch his whole body like a big cat. an inch of skin shows itself from below his jacket, his happy trail making your eyes bulge before you clear your throat with a quiet cough and push yourself up aswell. making sure you have everything, you check your bag and your pockets and turn to him, only to find him already staring down at you. he's tall. he looked tall before too... but now that you're standing next to him â he's really fucking tall. and he seems to be thinking the same thing as he takes the oppurtunity to assert a little dominance by closing the distance between you.
"and maybe the rain will do you some good too... maybe it'll help you cool off, yeah?" there it is again â hidden by a tone of genuine advice â the tease. it slips from his curved lips with ease, with too much ease, and you hate that you can't even argue with him. you burn under his eyes and the rain is seemingly the only thing that's keeping you alive at this point.
"i think you should buy me so many coffees." you sigh, clutching onto your bag strap. he's towering over you, so you need just about anything and everything to keep your composure.
"yeah? what for?" he laughs. god, you love his laugh.
"for putting up with your teasing. i think i deserve a reward, honestly."
it looks like a scene out of a romantic little movie â the two lovers standing in the storm; fingers twitching beside their bodies, gazes lingering on each other for longer than they should. nobody would guess that this is your first meeting.
"terrible manners, by the way. i can't believe i'm still talking to you." you give him another sigh, albeit an overly dramatic one this time.
suguru hasn't been this beguiled since... ever probably. yes, his friends tend to give him snarky comments like this but it's entirely different coming from you. it gets his heart pumping like nothing else â the rush from the run has nothing on you.
"oh, my deepest apologies, your highness. shall i kiss thy hand before we part?"
his little bit coaxes out a loud cackle â his chest swells at the sweet melody, getting addicted already.
"yes! yes, i think you should do that, kind sir." your cheeks hurt from smiling when you hold your hand out for him, testing whether he'd actually do it.
(he's forcing down a full-body reaction at you calling him sir.)
suguru is not a man to back down and you're about to learn all about it. the thunder rumbles loudly, echoing through the park he takes your smaller hand into his bigger ones, raising it to his mouth. his purple eyes twinkle at you and your breaths are getting shorter and shorter. his lips graze your wet skin before he's fully pressing them against you, all while keeping eye contact with you.
a shiver runs up your back and you're about to pass out. or throw up. or die. something is happening to you and he's the sole reason behind it.
he lowers your hand and offers you another dangerous grin; his sharp teeth glint from behind his pretty lips as the lighting flashes again and you gulp.
"don't die on me now."
...
your jaw drops and you place your hands on your hips, tilting your chin up to show your 'annoyance'. "exactly what was the point of the kiss, if you plan on continuing your little act, hm, suguru?"
"the point is to get to kiss you again."
..................................
oh.
this stranger will be the death of you. your whole body flushes again, your own built up cockiness fades away, leaving you small and shivering before him. the perfect prey ready for picking.
"not today though. can't have the highness grow too big, now can i? but perhaps next time? over that promised coffee?" his voice is sticky and sweet, meant as a trap to catch little doves like you.
you squeak out a mhmm as he's already getting his phone from his little bag.
by now, you're both absolutely soaked. the spring thunder cleans you from the groggy winter feelings and thoughts and gives life to... whatever this is going to bloom into.
you exchange your socials, giggling at how the screens refuse to cooperate under the rain but you get it done nonetheless.
"please, don't get sick."
"if i do, you'd nurse me back to health though, wouldn't you?"
you slap his chest, unable to bear the teasing little remarks any longer. his charisma knows no bounds and it's 100% not what you expected him to be like. maybe you should've â the eyes betray him.
"probably, yeah. nurse you from this horrendeous act. where are you learning it from anyway? some terrible love coach?" you scoff.
"something like that yeah." he trails off, once again hypnotized by the way your wet eyelashes shine when you blink up at him.
"okay-okay, we have to stop this now or we'll both get sick." you shake your head, physically trying to remove every thought of him that has been swimming in your head for the past hour or so. he hums as a reply. he fixes the cap on his head and awaits for you to make the first move.
it's taking everything in you to do so â it's almost as if you're glued there, right in front of him and it just feels right. his voice is right, his words are right, his eyes are right, his lips, his teases; but when the thunder booms again, you know it in your guts that he's gonna be in your life for a long time.
this kind of turned into smth way different than i intended but i'm not mad hihihi
#sugu is way too charming for his own good it makes me kind of mad honestly SMHHHHH#gang is he too much in this one?#i kinda do like the fckboy sugu concept i won't lie.....#I'M NOT SAYING HE'S NOT A LOVERBOY THOUGHHH he just needs a push to really show that yk#ari made him call the reader dove once and it has been living in my head ever since#sugu#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru fluff#geto suguru fanfic#geto suguru drabble#geto suguru blurb#geto suguru imagines#geto suguru x you#geto x reader#geto x you#jjk geto#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk drabble#jjk blurb#jujutsu kaisen x reader#suguru geto#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto fluff#suguru geto drabble#suguru geto x you#wtf mickey can write#jjk suguru
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idea.. Yandere! tfa! Blitzwing x autobot! y/n who is energetic and transforms into a tank (and is also significantly smaller than him) ... Haven't seen a lot of Yandere Blitzwing and thats make me sad bc he's my pookie...
Oooh! I'm once again poiting out to have a lil bit patience with me cuz I've never seen TF Animated - I'll do my best to give the best accurate writing of the characters, specially someone like Blitzwing!!
(âÂŽâĄ`â) Hope you like it!
(TFA) Yandere!Blitzwing w/ energetic Autobot!S/O (Headcanons)
WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, yandere has multiple personalities (canon), enemies-to-lover (unilateral). Reader is Gender neutral, Reader is Cybertronian with an established alt mode (a tank) and established height (smaller than Blitzwing, 1 inch taller than Bumblebee)
Oh Primus - where to start? Blitzwing is such a special case, and, in my point of view, one of the most complex yanderes in my vision of TFA.
You don't have 1, or 2, but 3 whole yanderes coexisting in the same frame. And they all like you - very, very much.
Icy Blitzwing is a manipulative, obsessive yandere.
Hothead Blitzwing is a possessive, overprotective yandere.
Random Blitzwing is a delusional, hysteric yandere.
And such traits become 10 times worse with the fact that you were an autobot - the supposed enemy he is tasked to destroy if the chance is placed on the table.
Weren't you just the sweetest, most beautiful pain in the aft for Blitzwing? Even when you were smaller (barely beating Bumblebee for 1 single inch in height), you were such a ball of energy and a menace in your tank alt mode whenever you were fighting decepticons.
In the beginning Blitzwing would have hated you.
You always got away with the trouble you give to the Decepticons whenever they clash and battle with the Autobots - and in the beginning, Blitzwing thought he hated you just in a normal amount. The typical "oh they defeated me and my faction!" hate.
But whenever he saw you be all buddy-buddy with any of your autobot teammates... something inside of him wanted to become violent.
More than usual.
And it bothered him for so many days - whenever your image came to his mind he would become more irritable in his Icy personality, more aggressive in his Hothead personality, and... eerily silent in his Random personality.
It was in one fight between him and you that he finally understood everything. Why his feelings towards you felt too strong for his liking.
He didn't hate you. He loved you.
"C'mon, decepticreep! Thought you were one to actually put on a fight!" You shout, giggling as you change from your tank mode, smirking at how bewildered Blitzwing was, as you were ready to throw another kick and punch.
You were awaiting for an explosive outburst from his Hothead personality, or watch his Icy personality lose his coolness - heck, even to see his Random personality start to laugh or something.
Instead... you were met with his three faces switching, all of them smiling as if he had found the answer to every single question in the whole universe.
"Ze name iz Blitzwing..." He started, Icy. "And you are..." He continued, Hothead. "MINE!!!" He finished, his Random persona switching his faceplate and jumping towards you, trying to tackle you.
Thanks to Primus, you got to escape that day and go back to your safe place in the Autobot's base, but from that day one, the decepticon became way more unhinged than he was already.
And he would get worse if he got to see you again.
His switching personalities became more erratic, and yet somehow worked perfectly.
His Icy personality would make him extra dangerous with his tactics and taking-decisions ability. He had from time to time managed to get you away from your team in battles and nearly got his servos all over you. Like he always had the upper hand and manipulated the whole situation in the end, as if a cat and mouse play.
His Hothead personality would became a beast, getting everything and anyone out of the way with such a fierce force that it was nearly unstoppable as he would try to get to you - a couple of times he had got to immobilize you if it wan'st thanks to one of your teammates helping you get out of that situation. Always threatening to get you next time and shout a couple of death promises to anyone who saved you.
His Random personality would drain you emotionally - between trying to save your aft by fighting or trying to escape him, Blitzwing would say dark, lovesick promises, what he would do to anybot that got to place their servos on you and so on, laughing hysterically. It made you feel sick and actually be afraid of the decepticon.
"My love! My sweetspark - soon you'll see the truth, and you'll be mine!"
Optimus and the others are so concern, having witnessed too many times how obsessed the decepticon has become towards you.
They can't keep you inside of the base, they need you out helping and you have put down the idea of staying back.
But Blitzwing is counting the kliks, keeping an optic on everything and you, calculating, thinking, waiting for that little window of opportunity to snatch you away, for the day your luck runs out and you finally end up in his arms.
Oh, to hold your smaller frame with his servos, to kiss you, to feel your plates with his digits, to have his spark bond with yours - it is going to be perfect!
Ngl, I like how this one turned out! (*^âœ^*) Vhaos out!
#transformers#transformers x reader#yandere transformers#transformers animated#transformers animated x reader#tfa x reader#tfa blitzwing#yandere blitzwing#blitzwing x reader
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â WHY HIM?
SYNOPSIS: armed and ready at 4am, you approach your locked front door to confront the group of loud strangers trying to break into your apartment
PAIRING: fiancé!lsm x reader
GENRE: fluff, humor
TAGS: food mention, inebriated characters, post-bachelor party, brother!hvc
WC: 1.75k
MESSAGE FROM NU: hii long time no see :3 posting a dk oneshot to let you know i'm procrastinating on my final paper draft by drafting a hefty dk soulmate au i've been thinking about writing for a while. also dedicating this fic to @wongyuseokie the la to my ma
A perfectly peaceful Friday night goes to waste when you shoot up from your bed in a panicked state. Itâs not the usual cat wanting to leave your room at five in the morning kind of scratching sound that lures you to open your bedroom door in a half-awake state. Instead, shuffling sounds out front and an insistent metal-to-metal sound, which you can only infer as someone trying to break into your apartment, cause you to become extremely vigilant.
Seokmin isnât picking up his phone, but you keep his line ringing just in case he does. Doubtful that a pair of scissors can do as much damage to the head as a giant wok can, you head into the kitchen to pick up that giant carbon steel wok that you can never seem to fit into any of your kitchen drawers as a form of physical backup before you quietly approach your front door.
However, the fear that once overwhelms your body soon turns into a sigh of exasperation before you can even position yourself to look through the tiny peephole. You can clearly hear the familiar voices on the other side of the door and match each voice to its respective owner. Feeling relieved, you drop the wok on the cubby by the door and hang up the phone.
âLook, I opened it,â the man who was trying to open your door slurs with a dopey smile on his face. He doesnât seem like heâs talking to anybody in particular. âIâm a fucking genius.â
Almost immediately after that statement, he falls forward and faceplants a couple centimeters away from your indoor slippers. Slumped to the side of his face is his hand that holds a small metal keychain between the thumb and index fingers. Itâs a souvenir nameplate keychain from a family trip to another country a few years back whose design reads âVernonâ in all caps. You realize that the man near your feet didnât even try opening the door with the key.
The actual owner of the set of keys lies on his left side while his entire body is propped against the bushes in front of your place. His legs are still surprisingly in a crisscross position, but you think itâs because his jeans restrict him from being able to unravel from the position. And when you see earbuds plugged up your brotherâs nose while his mouth acts as some sort of impromptu speaker for whatever song he has playing through his earbuds, you consider the option of leaving him outside for the rest of the night. Whatâs even worse is that Joshua, although a little out of it, sits next to his younger friend and bobs his head to the music while lethargically reaching into his brown paper bag on his lap to grab some greasy fries. You think your brother is asleep, but you donât know if him becoming a speaker happened pre-knocking out or post-knocking out.
âDo I want to ask why you guys are trying to break into my place at 4 a.m. in the morning or should I be concerned that only half of you guys are here?â
âActually.â the man underneath you groans while he slowly gathers enough strength to sit upright. There is a nasty red mark on the side of his face that he doesnât seem to know of and mind. âSaying â4 a.m. in the morningâ is redundant.â He points at nobody in particular with the same hand holding your brotherâs set of keys and stares past your calves.
âSince youâre sober enough to be smart with me, I need your help dragging Vern and Shua into my place before the neighbors wake up and call neighborhood watch,â you gruff before stepping out of your house slippers into the sandals you keep near the door.
It turns out that there are more people scattered about the front of your place.
There is a car parallel parked against the sidewalk with what looks like two people in the car. Someone picks themself off the small grassy lawn on the other side of the bushes and trudges towards the car while pinching their temple.
Wonwoo nods at you when he passes by looking completely sober. Yet, for somebody who usually looks well-put-together, his hair is a mess while the top few buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttonedâŠno, missing. What remains are the threads that once attached the buttons to the dress shirt. You notice that he grips three different neckties in his hand but still his loose around his neck. Nevertheless, Wonwoo kicks off his dress shoes, steps over Jeonghan, enters your front door without saying a word, and knocks out on your sofa before his legs can make it onto the cushions.
You turn back to your brother. Joshua wipes his fingers on his pants before he squats on the other side of Vernon to help him up.
âUp,â you tell the both of them.
âI canât breathe,â Vernon whines while allowing the both of you to help him stand. âMy nose isnât working.â
You sigh and yank the wired earbuds by their cords and out of his nostrils and let them drop before the older man helps his friend into your place. Bending down to grab the bag of fries that Joshua forgot, you see a disturbing amount of hair poking through the crevices of the leafy bush. Someone was dumb enough to black out in the bushes and you canât tell who it is even after peering over the bush to look at the other half of the body.
âJeonghan,â you hiss at the man who is trying to discreetly walk back to the car.
He looks back at you and mouths âwhatâ while shrugging his shoulders.
You point at the head in the bush.
âIt's Jihoon,â he snorts. He takes the paper bag from your hand and walks back to drop it in the wok that you put to the side before walking back to you. âI think he was supposed to give Vernon his keys but tripped and never got back up. Come to the car with me.â
âWhy are you guys here?â you whispered. âI thought that you guys had the entire night planned out.â
âWe had the entire night planned out. But then DK started crying and we had to end it early because he wouldnât stop crying. And then all of us sobered up to try to help him but then it just worsened, so we drove here to get you to get him to stop crying. Some of us couldnât deal with not being able to solve his problem and just started drinking again.â
âIs that why Jihoon is in the bushes?â
âWell, he never was the patient type,â he hums.
A quick look into the car immediately gets you to understand why someone like Jihoon would end up so drunk that he would dive headfirst into some bushes.
There are dozens of used tissues balled up and overflowing in the tiny hanging trashcan attached to the back of the passenger seat in Wonwooâs car. There are a few in the laps of the two men sobbing next to each other in the backseats, and you make a mental note to help Wonwoo sanitize the inside of his car before he drives away in the afternoon. Seungcheol releases Seokminâs seatbelt and looks at you with an apologetic smile on his face.
In all of the years youâve come to know Seokmin, you have never seen his eyes this puffy.
âSorry for showing up at your place unannounced. That must have scared you. There was a lot going on,â Seungcheol murmurs to you while giving you a quick hug. âWe were making toasts to his future during the party until Vernon made a comment.â
âWhat did he say?â you asked him, shocked that your brother could even make a comment that would bring your fiancĂ© to such a state.
âIt wasnât bad.â Seungcheol stepped aside from the open car door to let you squat next to your lover. âHe just congratulated you on getting married but this dumbass took it the wrong way because he didn't mention Donkey Kong over here in the sentence and thinks youâre getting married to someone else.â
âSomeone else!â Seokmin chokes out in a sob while slumped over on Soonyoungâs shoulder. âWhy him? Why not me?â
You grab a tissue from the tissue box on the center console and dab at your future husbandâs face. The traces of his tears wet the thin paper, and you can feel the heat of his skin through the tissue. With the same hand, you push the bangs stuck to his forehead and his eyelids to the side. You donât mind that he doesnât seem to know that youâre there taking care of him.
âAww baby,â you coo. âIâll get married to you, donât worry.â
The familiarity of your comfort seems to lure your fiancé to sleep. A little further from you, Soonyoung continues to sniffle while his eyes are closed. You turn to Seungcheol and Jeonghan with your mouth open and eyebrows scrunched together.
âHeâs a drunk crierâŠâ Jeonghanâs words doesnât leave you guessing anything. âAnd also Minghao opened his mouth during the bachelor party.â He scratches the back of his head as a sign of stress and embarrassment before looking at Seungcheol and cocking his head at the two knocked out in the car.
Jeonghan has the easier job of coaxing Soonyoung awake to walk him into your place. Seungcheol, on the other hand, takes it upon himself to swing the entire weight of your limp boyfriend like a large sack of rice over his shoulder.
âDo you need me to help with anything?â you ask him.
You donât know what time it is anymore. The sky is getting brighter, and the temperature is warming up. Your partner looks finally peaceful in his sleep.
âNah.â Seungcheol softly brushes your request aside. âWeâve already caused enough trouble for you.â
âI feel like I should be the one apologizing,â you joke while trailing behind Seungcheol just in case he needed any help readjusting the body.
âYou donât have to apologize for him.â His words are sincere. âHe loves you, you know. He cried his heart out just because he loves you. Thereâs nothing to apologize for. To be loved is to be cared for. Go back to bed, weâll probably wake up around dinner time.â
âDo you think anybody grabbed Jihoon?â
#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#seokmin imagines#seokmin fluff#svthub#seokmin x reader#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#dk imagines#dk fluff#dk x reader#wondernus imagines
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Kinktober Day 10 - Overstimulation
Soap x F!Reader - 1.4k (on ao3)
summary: You and Johnny drive yourselves wild with a little help from a sybian. (You POV)
cw: overstim (duh), double penetration (dildo & cock), some light objectification, minor cbt, affectionate verbal humiliation, brief nipple play
note: reader is trans fem and the words used to refer to her genitalia are prostate, taint, length, clit/clittie, member, cock, hole, cunt, pussy
You can hardly breathe through the vibrations wracking your frame, your weight held up by only your elbows and the sybian beneath you turned up to its highest intensity, the small dildo attachment vibrating deliciously against your prostate and taint in a way that makes it feel difficult to even get a breath in.Â
Youâve been reduced to nothing but moans and whines for what must be hours, rocking your hips as best you can to hump the toy beneath you but failing to get much sensation past the machineâs automatic vibrations.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Johnny chants, hunched over you and fucking you ruthlessly. It couldnât be more obvious that heâs using your body for his own pleasure, any sort of consistent rhythm completely out of the question as his hips work almost manically. âJesus!â
You canât respond, not with the dildo inside of you being held steadily against your prostate by Johnnyâs cock as he thrusts in and out of you. The attachment is driving Johnny nearly as insane as itâs driving you. You can commiserate with him, your own length pressed flat to the block of the sybian by your stomach.Â
Youâd gone a little stupid the moment Johnny had held your hands and helped you settle onto the toy, the stretch hardly anything for you to take and the vibrations mind-numbing even at half strength. Johnny had held onto his always minimal patience as best he could, holding his fingers tight at the base of his cock while he watched you ride your toy and pluck your own nipples, twisting until they ached.Â
âSo good,â he slurs over your shoulder now, mindless in his own pleasure. Your tits swing beneath your chest, back arched so you can hold yourself as tight to the sybian as possible. ââS itâ shit, fuck, âs it good for you, bonnie?â
You make a sound thatâs as close to an affirmation as you can manage, body pulled taut as a bowstring. Youâre right on the edge of something mind blowing, ecstasy just out of your reach.
âHey,â Johnny pants, holding himself buried to the hilt when you donât respond. âHey, answer me.â
He taps your ass harshly, and you moan and the sting of pain. You slam your fist against the ground, straining desperately for a release.
âJohnny, Johnny, Johnny,â you cry, voice cracking on nearly every syllable. âPlease, please, Iâm soâ God, Johnny, Iâm so close, please justââ
The sound he makes is animalistic and he bucks once against you, strong enough that you and the sybian rock forward an inch. You yelp, scrabbling against the floor and inching that much closer to an orgasm. You can feel it right there, so close that you canât believe you havenât come yet.
âWhaddya need, pretty?â You think maybe he meant to purr, but the dildo is vibrating too strongly for Johnny to keep his composure and his words come out as breathy instead, as desperate as you are.
âTouch me, touch me, touchme, touchmeââ
âTouch ye where?â His damp palms slip along your hips, squeezing your sides and trying to squeeze his fingers between your stomach and the sybian. âYour pretty clittie? I cannae reach her, lovie.â
You sob, pushing up from your elbows to your hands so quickly that you nearly faceplant, just barely catching yourself with trembling hands. The sensation shifts just enough for you to gasp when you lift your torso from the toy, the sudden relief of pressure making you jolt.
âPlease, pleaseââ
âCâmon, there we go,â Johnny hisses, pressing his palm to you, his entire hand easily hiding your member. ââS that it?â He coos. âI cannae find it, lass, ye gotta tell me when Iââ
The heat of him, the calluses on his palms and the heat of human touch is enough to have you finally coming, a wail tearing out of your throat as you paint the floor. You feel nearly hysterical as he rubs his palm against you, pushing you into the vibrating toy.
âJohnny!â You cry, hand flying to his thick forearm and scratching desperately. He pinches you in retaliation, just beneath the plush head of your cock, and youâre certain the sound that comes from you isnât human. Spit dribbles down your chin as you pant open mouthed, orgasm seemingly never ending as Johnny doesnât let you away from the vibrations for even a moment.
âLove your sounds, bonnie,â he pants, grinding himself deeper into your hole. You clench sporadically, feeling like youâve been struck by lightning. The dildo pulls against your hole as Johnny tugs your hip back with his free hand, stretching you wider on his cock.
âFuck,â he groans, starting to fuck you again as the last bits of come dribble from you. âTight fuckinâ cunt, perfect pretty girlâŠâ
You mewl, leaning back against his chest even though you want to collapse forward. Youâre not sure your clit could handle the overload of sensation, you already feel lobotomized with your member resting limp against the toy.Â
The deluge of continuous sensation â the vibrations against your clit and inside of you, pressed to your prostate, Johnnyâs cock sliding smoothly in and out and in and out â keeps you from floating in the bliss of an orgasm wrung dry. On every breath out you whine, your breathing itself timed to Johnnyâs thrusts.Â
You feel like his puppet, moving on his toy how he wants, fucked on his cock how he wants, breaths lined up to his movements.Â
âPussy from fuckinâ heaven, Jesus,â Johnny keened, grip on your hips bruising as he holds you still so he can fuck you at his own pace, using you like just another toy. âStunning girl, never been close to a hole like yours, fuck!â
âJohnny,â you whine, heartbeat in your fingers and toes, the overstimulation slipping quickly to painful. âJohnny, please, too much, itâs too much!â
He snarls, jerking you back against him and you nearly scream at the dildo pulling you wider for him. âDonât be selfish.â
Youâd have lost your balance if not for his hands, your own hands flailing for purchase and your cock slowly filling with blood, even after such a powerful orgasm. âPlease, owââ
One of his hands flies from your hip to your length, grip harsh. His palm comes down in a smack, and you squeal, arching away from him and only managing to hold yourself more firmly against the sybian.
âCunt like this and you want me to stop?â He growled, breath hot against your neck. You nearly yowl at his continued torment to your clit, pinching and twisting and smacking, your length hardening in moments in spite of the pain. âYouâre a smarter girl than that.â
You try to call his name but he tightens his hold on you again, all but guiding you back and forth on his cock with just his grip. The mix of pain from his hands and pleasure from his thrusts nearly makes you go blind, vision whiting out.Â
âSo close, keepâ fuck, keep squeezinâ me like that, perfect fucking holeââ
He jerks you once, twice, wrist twisting right at your tip, and you scream when you feel another orgasm rush over you, every muscle drawing tight and twitching in ecstasy. Your own sounds drown Johnnyâs out, but you can feel his cum flood your cunt hardly a breath later, and he buries his teeth in you as he grinds himself as deep as he can get.Â
You canât stop the tremors in your hands, made mute when Johnny still doesnât turn the sybian off. Everything is so much that it nearly fades to nothing, a baseline of overstimulation and pleasure like youâve never felt, cunt holding Johnny tight and twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, just like the rest of you.Â
You have no idea how much time passes before he pulls his teeth away from your shoulder, pushing his face beside yours, nuzzling cheeks. Your lips quiver, unable to keep a single train of thought.Â
âThat was so good,â he slurs against you, turning to press messy kisses to your cheek. âAnd youâre still so tight, bonnie, can hardlyâ Christ, I cannae fuckinâ breathe with you hugginâ me like this.â
âJoâ Johnnyââ
âHush,â he dips his head, presses more kisses to your shoulder. âJustâ shit, just gimme a sec and weâll go again, yeah?â
Tears streak down your cheeks at the idea, fingers trembling when you reach up to run them through his hair, and your lips twitch into a cock-drunk smile as Johnny pets your sides.
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